Cute Girls

Tempting Destiny

*Setting the Stage*

Desiree Jameson had a problem. And he was walking purposefully towards her down the crowded corridor, elbowing aside each person who was unfortunate enough to get in his way. His eyes blazed with anger, and the lightning bolts were aimed directly at Desiree Jameson. Yes, indeed, Eric Hopkins was Desiree Johnson’s problem right now. And she knew exactly what he was angry about.

Oh, of course, Eric Hopkins was also her boyfriend and lover, and fuck-buddy, as the 19 year olds of the university’s class of 2007 were wont to call the friends they had hot, passionate, no-long-term-strings-attached sex with. Eric Hopkins had spent every night he could in Desiree Jameson’s bed over the last six months, and she loved him, and his cock, dearly; but that was not enough to remove him from Big Problem status right now.

“Where were you last night, Desiree? I waited for you until… until I was so pissed I gave up on you and went home. This is the third time this week! What the fuck are you up to? Come on, answer me!” Eric shouted, before he realized that everyone within earshot was staring at him.

The other students milling about in the hallway between classes shrunk back, not wanting to get pulled into the deliciously nasty little scene that was unfolding in front of them. Nobody left, though. Desiree Jameson was the hottest babe in the freshman class and nobody needed an excuse to hang around and watch her and Eric Hopkins square off. The soon to be exaggerated and overblown facts of this very public spat would soon be all over the school.

Desiree had that kind of effect on people. Even Desiree’s unofficial nickname bore tribute to the lofty status she held among her schoolmates. “Destiny” was what she was called when she wasn’t around to hear it. The combination of her straight A grades, her runway-model good looks, and her penchant for ending up as the center of attention everywhere she went; made her the unofficial star of the class. The person who would end up being famous someday. An actress perhaps, or a famous Vogue cover-girl model.

“Where the fuck were you?” Eric asked again, spitting out each word like it was a piece of rancid meat.

“I’m sorry, Eric.” Desiree cringed, as she twisted the ends of her long, blonde tresses. “I had drama practice, for the play, you know. I had to be there. I just forgot about it until the last minute. And I had no way to get a hold of you, and… and…” Desiree’s culpability and embarrassment were written in large letters across her face. “Please forgive me, Eric. I’m so sorry.”

“Forgive you, my ass!” Eric retorted. “No. I ought to spank “your” ass instead!”

Desiree reflexively shrank back against the row of lockers, as Eric crowded forward, forcing her backwards with his angry presence as he towered over her. She crossed her arms over her breasts in the classic female defensive posture, drawing Eric’s gaze downwards from her tear-filled eyes.

Eric’s fury began to deflate as soon as he fixed his eyes on Desiree’s body. He hadn’t noticed it before at the height of his anger; but Desiree was wearing one of her outrageously indecent, little push-up bras under her filmy while silk blouse. And what she was cradling in her arms was mouth-watering to any not-yet-dead male. And to top it off, literally, were a pair of very hard nipples that could not be hidden beneath the sheer lace of the bra or the gauzy silk blouse.

And then there was the perfume, and those long, endless legs and that little black skirt that stopped just below her cunt, and… and… The look in his eyes changed from anger to lust, in a matter of seconds.

Desire watched the transformation in his mood without saying a word. She was used to having that kind of effect on men. No one could stay mad at her for long, no matter what she did. But Eric’s words stuck in her mind.

For a girl who had always manipulated men – OK, boys, really – and had never had the slightest difficulty in always getting her way; Eric’s declaration had hit her like a thunderbolt out of the blue. The mere idea that he could even remotely be serious was preposterous, in spite of the fact that she was aroused at the mental image of it.

The thought of having him bend her over his knee and spank her had made her, suddenly and improbably, very hot – and very wet.

“The hell you will!” Desiree snapped back. “Nobody does that to me! Not you. Not anybody. Get over it, Eric. I’m sorry, and I apologized, and that’s it.”

The moment she uttered the words she had hurled in Eric’s face, Desiree regretted them. He didn’t deserve that. It had been her fault, after all. He was just very jealous and protective of her, and she liked that.

Desiree’s voice softened, and she moved closer to him, tilting her head back and tossing her hair off her shoulders as she looked up into his eyes. She lowered her voice so only he could hear her words, to the chagrin of the audience milling about a few feet away. “I am sorry, baby, and I do want to make it up to you. Now, do you want to go fuck yourself, or do you still want to come over tonight and fuck me?” She licked her lips and cooed, “I know what I want. I want your big, hard cock in my tight little cunt tonight. I shaved it this morning, just for you. I finger-fucked myself, too, but I didn’t come. I wanted to save my orgasm for you, for us, tonight.”

She had him. She could tell by the look of freshly kindled lust in his eyes. No man could resist her – her body and her uninhibited sexuality were like the mythological Siren’s call – luring men to a fate they could not escape. Eric was like putty in her hands once Desiree offered him her body as compensation for her transgression. He would be there, tonight, no question about it.

But would he really spank her? That was the question that elbowed everything else aside in her mind.

Did he mean it?

And did she really want it?

And why in the hell was she so suddenly taken with the idea of being bent over with her skirt pulled up, to be spanked like a naughty little girl who needed to be punished?

*Planting The Seed*

The afternoon’s classes dragged on at an interminable pace. Trigonometry had been the worst. Desiree had a seat in the front row, where she often ended up in classes she had with male teachers. She couldn’t easily zone out and daydream about Eric without being noticed by Mr. Preston, and incurring his wrath. After all, he did leer at her tits every 12 seconds or so, and try to peek up her skirt each time he sat down at his desk right in front of her. Fucking pervert.

Still, Desiree barely heard anything that went on in the class. Thankfully, she did not called to the board to do a problem like she usually was. The combination of her overtly sexual attire and her mathematical prowess almost inevitably led to her being summoned up in front of the class by Mr. Preston to do some calculations while he surreptitiously stroked his cock behind his desk, but not today. She spent the hour preoccupied with visions of Eric holding her down, pinning her, while his hand smacked her naked ass again and again while she bucked and fought his iron grip and his tireless, merciless arm.

When the hour of mathematics hell was over, Desiree retreated to the restroom to relieve her tension before she went to Chemistry, her last class of the day. Unlike some of the other girls who used the restroom as a sanctuary, Desiree did not sneak a smoke or engage in slanderous gossip to unwind. Desiree masturbated.

She hurried into the first empty stall and tugged her red silk thong down around her ankles and began to finger herself while she sat there with her legs splayed apart.

” ”

“Ahh, yes, finally. I bet you jerk off at night thinking about this wet cunt, don’t you, Mr. Preston. Fucking pervert.”

” ”

The mid-afternoon masturbation break had become a routine on days she was stressed out. In a matter of minutes, she had three fingers deep inside her cunt, and her thumb savagely rubbing her clit.

Desiree was very good at this. She could bring herself to the edge of orgasm in less than two minutes, when she was in the right frame of mind and had a wickedly juicy mental picture to focus her attention on. Today, she was imagining Eric holding her tight over his lap and jerking her panties down and spanking her bare ass with all his might.

SMACK. SMACK. His hands holding her by her hair, his legs scissored around hers holding her in position. SMACK. His hard cock pressing against her naked cunt while she writhed and struggled on his lap… Ohgod, yeah, baby. YEAH, fuck me, Eric. Fuck me NOW!

When her orgasm ripped through her body, moments later, Desiree clamped her legs together and bit her lip to stifle her voice. “Fuck, yeah! Where in the hell did that come from? Goddamn, Eric, you bastard. Thank you. That was a new record, I think. “Desiree looked at her watch. “One fucking minute.”

After licking her fingers clean and flushing the toilet to cloak her masturbatory self-abuse, Desiree stood up and began to make herself presentable again.

Knowing she was still in trouble with Eric, Desiree decided to make sure he would come to her bedroom that evening and fuck her senseless and allow her to make it up to him with her cunt and her mouth. And… and… with her ass? Her virgin, never-been-marked, perfectly shaped bikini model’s ass?

Instead of pulling her thong up, she stepped out of it and used it to wipe her pussy clean of the wetness that still seeped out of her after her orgasm.

When she was done impregnating the scrap of silk with her come, she held it up to her face and inhaled her scent.

“Mmmm, if that doesn’t bring him around, nothing will!” she chuckled to herself. Glancing again at her watch, Desiree hurried out into the corridor. If she was lucky, she would pass him on the way to Chemistry. Eric usually pulled her into a corner and felt her up when they passed in the hallways, and today should be no different, their earlier spat notwithstanding.

Two minutes later, she spotted him wading through the crowd towards her as he plowed his way towards his Biology lab.

“Yes, he is going to hug me and squeeze my ass, like he always does.”

“Hi, darling. Not still mad at me, are you?” Desiree cooed as she flashed her best million candlepower smile.

“Yes, I’m still mad at you, Des’ and I am going to have to find a way to teach you not to fuck with me like that,” Eric retorted, though his poorly stifled smile betrayed the harshness of his words. “But I’ll be there tonight. And I am going to fuck you – hard and rough. And you’re going to like it. Or else…”

“Or else, what?” Desiree arched her eyebrows and formed a small, puckered “O” with her mouth. “Or you’re going to “spank me,” like you said earlier? Do you think you could really do that? Spank me, I mean?” She looked at him coolly. “Who knows, maybe I’ll kick you in the balls or bite your cock off in return.”

Eric grabbed Desiree’s wrist and held her tightly, not letting her slip away to escape down the hallway as the bell for the next class rang out. “Don’t dare me like that, baby. You are going to get exactly what you deserve.”

Desiree snuggled close to him and rubbed her tits against Eric’s chest. “I certainly do hope so,” she flung back, as she cupped his balls in her hand. “I want what you have for me. And I know you are going to give it to me.”

Desiree wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed Eric hard on the mouth. “And here is something for you to play with during Biology, stud.” As she stuck her tongue in his mouth, she stuffed her wet, fragrant panties into his shirt pocket. And then she twisted out of Eric’s grasp and darted away in the crowd of students scurrying to make it to their seats before the final bell rang.

Desiree knew that Eric’s cock was standing tall and hard in his pants as she danced down the hallway, wiggling her ass at him to tease him a bit more. She could hear the catcalls and whistles behind her. She didn’t turn around, but she knew Eric was standing there, fuming, yet unable to tear his eyes off her. He hated it when she did that to him, right out in public, like that; but she also knew that it made him hotter than all hell and ready to rip her clothes off the minute he got her alone.

Chemistry was pure torture, the hour-long lab session moving at such a glacial pace that Desiree was literally squirming in her seat when the class ended. Her lab partner, the hopeless dork Alan Whittaker, had mercifully left her alone. He had had his head bitten off by an oversexed and underfucked Desiree Jameson before.

Alan had uttered only a handful of monosyllables the entire hour, letting Desiree run the experiments with ruthless and brutal efficiency, and writing down the observations she flung at him in the lab notebook, like a cowed puppy.

Desiree slid off the stool at the end of the class and glared at Alan. “Write it up for me, Alan. E-mail me the notes, and the measurements, and the conclusions. I don’t have time to do it this weekend. I’m going to be too busy fucking my brains out.”

Poor Alan’s face went crimson, like it always did when she berated him and talked dirty in front of him. “Poor, little geek. Go home now, and beat your meat dreaming about putting that tiny little pecker in my hot pussy, Alan. And write up the class notes afterwards, so you don’t make a mess on them, darling.”

He would do it for her, of course. He always did. He would do anything she demanded of him, just to remain a cold, outer planet orbiting in the far reaches of her gravitational pull; without so much as a prayer of ever getting close to the heat of Desiree’s sexual furnace. Even that tiny gift was enough for him.

As she stuffed her notebooks into her bag, Desiree caught the group of students at the next lab table staring at her, open-mouthed. Five perfectly round “O”s lined up, three guys and two girls.

“Oh, shit. I just gave them all a beaver-shot”, Erica fumed. She glared back at them and flipped them the bird in reply. “Well that just about does it for my reputation. One more thing for Eric to be pissed about. Showing off HIS girl’s naked pussy to the world.”

*Marking Time*

Desiree bolted from the Chemistry lab as soon as the bell rang. Four and a half minutes later she was racing down the front steps of the Physical Sciences building and headed for home. As Desiree walked along the crowded sidewalk, weaving in and out around the random knots of gossiping students, she was already plotting and choreographing her seduction for tonight.

She had to eat and then bathe and perfume herself, and then put on a little something made of black silk for Eric before he got there. Or maybe tonight she would wear the naughty little black and white striped corset and put that new cinnamon-red gloss on her nipples and cunt lips for him. After all, she was trying to make up with him, and make him forget her faux pas from earlier.

And nothing got a man’s attention diverted from why he was pissed off at you like raw, primal, no-holds-barred fucking.

And of course, fucking with the intent of receiving absolution had its benefits for the guilty party as well.

Somehow, though, all of the lewd and pornographic photos clicking through her mind had her sprawled over Eric’s lap, with her naked ass upturned and quivering and waiting for him to spank her, no matter what outfit her avatar wore.

More and more fervently, and with increasing certainty, Desiree knew as she walked towards her home that she wanted Eric to act on his threat. They had always been an explosive combination, sexually. Each one goading the other to new heights, and both of them freely experimenting with new and unexplored passions. Compared to most young couples, their sexual appetites and their experiences were off the charts, and more than a little bit kinky. Submission and the prospect of pain had never before entered the equation, though. This was terra incognita, for both of them.

Desiree slowed down once she was a block from the campus perimeter. Walking outdoors with absolutely nothing on underneath her excuse for a skirt was wickedly delicious. Desiree was already getting moist from thinking about how she was going to seduce Eric – and submit to him. The act of striding along the sidewalk with the spring breeze tickling and kissing her bare pussy underneath her skirt only added to the keen sense of anticipation, and hunger, she already felt.

“I am definitely going to have to do this more often! “she thought as a strong puff of air lifted her skirt up to a dangerous elevation.

“Hello, Professor Navarro,” Desiree called out, when she spotted her favorite Literature professor leaning against the corner of the Humanities building. While his class was not a required one for her major, she loved ‘Contemporary Poetry – Reflections of Passion’ and looked forward to it every week. The unabashed erotic content of the material gave her fresh fantasies to masturbate to after each session.

And many of those masturbatory visions involved Professor Navarro, instead of Eric. Desiree always got weak-kneed when she thought of him closing and locking his office door behind her, pulling the window shade down and then stripping her naked and laying her across the top of his desk to have his way with her…

“Weak-kneed, and wet… Like now.”

Professor Navarro was engaged in an earnest conversation with Vivian Sanderson. She was hanging on his every word, her body language telling Desiree that Vivian had the hots for the professor, too. Desiree had been in awe of, and a bit jealous of, Vivian’s most recent performance during the weekly poetry reading. It was as if she had been turned inside out, into a completely different person, compared to the prior week. Everyone in the class had been stunned by the transformation they had seen.

“Damn, I wish I had what she has. Whatever it is, I want some of it. Talk about capturing lightning in a bottle…”

The professor looked up and smiled at Desiree.

“God, I would love to jump into his bed. He is so fucking hot! I would just melt, just fucking melt if he touched me.”

“Hello, Desiree,” Professor Navarro replied. “Are you ready for your poetry reading for Monday?”

“I will be,” Desiree vowed. “I am going to practice this weekend, in front of the video camera.”

She held back her next thought. “And I am going to do a strip tease for you while I recite the poetry and play with myself until I come…for you. And then I am going come to your office and hand you the tape…”

“I will definitely look forward to your performance then. I expect it to be brimming with passion and conviction. See you on Monday then, Desiree.”

“I just love it when he says my name, like that. Like he is really, secretly, telling me that he wants me.”

Vivian Sanderson blushed and lowered her eyes, and turned away slightly at the Professor’s words; as if she had a secret she did not want Desiree to see painted across her face.

“Bye, Professor. I’ll be very, very good. You’ll see!” Desiree called out over her shoulder.

Desiree resumed her homeward trek. Her mind engaged in a bit more mental foreplay with Professor Navarro’s image while she advanced to the edge of the campus and crossed the street into the commercial district that surrounded the school.

The change in scenery prompted Desiree to return her attention to stud-man Eric Hopkins and her seduction project for the evening. She wanted him to have no recourse, but to fulfill his proclamation. So turned on and ready to pounce on her that he would not even have to think twice about it. No equivocation and no second thoughts. Just doing it.

Karen’s body stiffened up and she arched her back and as we looked into each other’s eyes lovingly, out tongues touching, her sexy naked body erupted into a wonderful orgasm that lasted for almost 30 seconds. By now she had put her arms around me, and her fingers dug into my back as nature took its course.

Once Karen settled down she rolled me on my back and returned the favor. I cannot begin to describe the wonderful feeling I had when I finally came. It wasn’t just sex but the wonderful tender caring feeling of making love with someone you cared about and who cared about you.

We both lay back briefly to recover from what we had just experienced together. After resting briefly we turned towards each other and put our arms around each other. Not a word was said and none was needed. We eventually began to kiss again and then spent the next two hours simply enjoying each other and taking our time doing it. Before the two hours were up we would find ourselves with our tongues in each other’s love channel bringing one another to another wonderful climax.

After we had both cum the second time we simply held each other for quite awhile. Finally Karen broke the spell and said, “Well I better go get dinner ready for Master David, and he will be home soon.”

It was kind of strange that in our lovemaking we had almost forgot about him. As you will soon see that was a mistake.

“To be continued…”

Arlene took her cue from her because she in her turn stroked the redhead across the back of her skull and said in a silky voice.

-Your whole welfare is now with us, how would you like us to rub your torsos down with a nice refreshing bunch of nettles.

-We could fit a plastic bag around your crutch with sellotape and introduce a few dozen spiders to live in your cavities with you. They would probably find plenty of nooks and crannies to scuttle into.

-Do you like cats? she added -They have lovely rough tongues, if we spread fish paste around your crutches, they will be happy to lick it off for you, giving you a thrill at the same time.

For some reason this quietened their charges down quite a bit.

-It is obvious to me that your are both keen to provoke Arlene and me into giving you a very hard time indeed, well we will have to see what we can come up with.

-You may tell us your names now, Christine said.

-My name is Tara, the redhead said.

-Mistress, she corrected.

-Mistress, she hurriedly added.

Christine looked at the blonde.

-My name is Diana, Mistress.

-This is a big improvement in manners, but they can improve on it yet further. If I am your Mistress, Tara what does that make you?

-I am your slave, Mistress.

-Better, what does that mean that I can do to you?

-Anything you want to do to me my Mistress.

-Suggest something new I can do to you, Tara, get me interested, make a suggestion of what you think I might want to do to you.

-Would you like to beat me?

-No, try again.

-Can I tell you how beautiful you are?

-It wouldn’t be very sincere, would it?

-I could tell you how humble I was.

-Yes, do that for me.

- I am not worthy to wash your feet Mistress, I am not important enough for you to waste your own energy on me by beating me. I am very ugly and not deserving of your favours, my skin is coarse and my arse is too fat. My belly is too fat and my tits are too grossly large.

-Good, how would you like me to punish you for your earlier behaviour.

-I need to feel the weight of your displeasure my Mistress. Please bind me tightly to a wooden frame and if you can spare the muscular effort for so unworthy a person, beat me hard across the buttocks with a cane.

-That sounds good, now Diana?

-What shall I tell you my Mistress?

-Tell me how I would like to treat you.

-Would it please you to see an animal fuck me, Mistress.

-You suggested it, maybe you would like this to happen to you.

The blonde blushed.

-Maybe you used to own a large dog which regularly fucked your cunt for you?

Her blush deepened.

-Well yes it would be nice to see you enjoying your favourite perversion, but this time I think I would like to see a pig doing you, how would you like that?

Her eyes widened and she suddenly became short of breath.

-As my Mistress pleases, she whispered.

“Now you may get up and write down your home and mobile telephone numbers for me. When I want you I shall contact you and remember, whatever you are doing or had planned you must stop it or cancel any plans as I am and always will be your first priority. Another point is, whenever you are with me, bra and knickers are not an option, you are never to wear them, is that understood?”

“Yes Master, no bra or knickers, I understand.”

“Another thing Rosa is the way you dress, whenever you come to me, you do so wearing a skirt, length just above the knee and a crossover top, unless I direct you to wear something different. If you don’t have these items, I suggest you go shopping tomorrow and purchase them in readiness.”

With that he took the numbers from her, thrust them into his pocket and left her home without even saying good bye or giving her a perfunctory kiss.

Rosa was stunned at the way he departed and not a little disappointed at not having felt that magnificent cock in her pussy, but was happy with her new role in life.

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