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From: Don Winslow <dwin2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "My Teacher, My Pet: The Sequel" (Part 1) D/s, m/F, humil, spnkng [1/3]
Date: Fri,  5 Oct 2001 06:10:02 -0400
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My Teacher, My Pet -- The Sequel (D/s, m/F, humil., spnkng.)
By Don Winslow
Part 1

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Our story so far..Melissa Parker, an attractive blond school teacher in 
her early 30s finds herself obsessed with one of her students.  Keith 
Crosby has a fatal combination of boyish charm and masculine dominance 
that thrills her to the core.  The lovers have no choice but to flee 
the small Georgia town in the face of a society that refuses to 
understand how mature, adult woman, a teacher at that, could fall 
hopelessly in love with a teenaged boy.  The original story "My 
Teacher, My Pet" may be found at: 
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Don_Winslow

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The pretty blonde in the light summery dress was in a hurry.  She 
strode purposely, with head lowered, scurrying across the hot asphalt 
of the parking lot, clicking heels moving at a brisk pace.  She looked 
neither right or left from behind the pair of oversized sun glasses she 
wore.  Melissa Parker was a woman on a mission.  She knew what she had 
to do; yet one more task to be performed, distasteful even humiliating 
though it might be.  She only hoped she could get it over with quickly. 
then get the hell out of there. 

He had sent her on this mission, and, of course, she had to do his 
bidding.  This boy who was her lover.  This beautiful, imperious boy.  
Her "golden boy" - the name she secretly gave him,.like a god, a young 
Adonis.  She thought of him now, bare chested in the morning sun, the 
blunt slabs of his smoothly sculpted chest, practically hairless, with 
just the lightest fleece; his tapering nude torso, taut, flattened 
belly; and of course.his cock.  His beautiful cock.   She couldn't get 
enough of that lusty young penis, so sensitive, so vibrant and strong, 
ready to spring up and present at the slightest provocation.  She 
couldn't keep her hands off it, longed to hold his cock in her hand and 
watch it grow and stiffen before her eyes, to take him into her mouth 
and gently suckle on that swelling prick, to feel the soft firmness, 
the inner hardness of Keith Crosby's young manhood in her mouth.  She 
sighed and a wave of lust shot through her at the happy memory.  She 
closed her eyes and swayed, weak in the knees from the residual power 
of her fantasy. 

She shook her head in disbelief.  She was no longer the 17-year-old's 
high school teacher.  In a whirlwind of incredible happenings, she had 
gone, practically overnight, from teacher, to pet -  Melissa Parker, 
cocksucker and sex slave of a dreamy, masterful teenager.  She had 
never really had much choice in the matter. She simply had to do what 
she was told: he explained to her with all the patience a mild-mannered 
parent shows when speaking to a questioning child.  

Keith had this way of getting her attention;  a trick he had of holding 
her by the shoulders, drawing her close and scanning her wondering 
face. And when he did that, holding her to look evenly into her big 
blue eyes, he could say the most outrageous things, ordering her to 
show off for him, to open her legs and  exhibit herself, even to 
perform the most bizarre sexual acts, while that hard, unwavering stare 
told her he was perfectly serious.  

 He meant business.  Surprisingly for one so young, Keith had that air 
of mastery - not quite a young man, yet a man who must be obeyed.  Only 
two days ago, he had kicked her out of bed at one o'clock in the 
morning, forcing her to stand in the center of a motel parking lot 
wearing nothing but a pair of pumps, as she begged his forgiveness for 
some imagined slight.   She quivered at the thought, and the deep 
sexual throb surged up in her and left her gasping, sucking in a 
shivering breath of air.

It had been ten wild and crazy days.  Absolutely insane! A marathon; an 
orgy of nonstop sex. She was constantly stimulated, high on life.  She 
had never known such all-consuming lust.  'A bitch in heat,' Keith 
called her, with that little snicker of his. Their hurried flight from 
Valdosta, the open road west, the string of motel rooms they visited 
across the south, always registered in her name, with her credit cards 
-- it all seemed so unreal.  All the while, the obsessed, ex-school 
teacher was plagued by nagging thoughts about what the law would say 
about their running off like this.  By now they were in Texas, having 
crossed several state lines, and although Keith's mom didn't give a 
damn, there would be police and school authorities who would regard the 
missing boy as a "minor."  It was Keith who would be the teen runaway 
seduced, even kidnapped perhaps, by the older woman.  The media would 
have a field day!  No one would ever believe that a 34-year-old woman 
was, in fact, helpless, the infatuated mistress of an adolescent boy.

He had her pull off the interstate just past a large yellow sign with a 
grinning bandito announcing "Smiling Jack's Sex Emporium"  in lurid red 
letters two feet high.  He pointed her to a place by the side of the 
road where she brought the rented Toyota to a gradual stop.   She 
turned to him as she sat behind the wheel, her skirt hiked up all the 
way so as to show her bare, lightly-tanned legs (she was to drive like 
that so as to  'give the truckers a cheap thrill,' -- Keith's idea, of 
course).  Now he took her by the shoulders, looking into her eyes to 
tell her, in all sincerity, exactly what she was to do.  

Melissa was ordered into the sex shop to buy some things he told her 
they'd need: sex toys, vibrators, and dildoes of various kinds and 
sizes.  "And be sure to get one of those long and skinny kind, ".the 
kind that's made to fit up that sweet little ass of yours," he laughed, 
adding that she'd be wearing it shortly, and he only hoped it wouldn't 
affect her driving! 

He also instructed her to purchase a pair of handcuffs, and almost as 
an afterthought, he told her to find a wooden paddle, not a big one, 
but one of the smaller kind, like a ping pong paddle.  Melissa said 
nothing, aware of his burning touch of his hands on her bare shoulders 
as he sat pinned in place before her man-child, melting before the 
intensity of his soul-searching, laser-like stare.  He pulled her 
helpless body to him.  Kissed her, pressing his tongue into her mouth, 
and then abruptly drew back and sent her on her way.

End of Part 1
Comments: dwin2001@yahoo.com

 





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