J McKenna - Naughty girl

“Did he touch you then?”

“Not at first. He’d just stand over me and look. I usually kept my eyes closed, or else I’d be looking right at his crotch.”

Carl stood again and moved in close. He could smell her strong sexual odor, a sweet scent of honey and musk. Looking down, he could see her juices were oozing out and coating her labia, which had visibly swelled.

“What happened next?”

“He b-began asking me to come by more often. I was happy to, let me tell you. I’m sure everyone thought I was a very n-n-naughty girl, having to report to the professor so often.”

There was her trouble with that word again. “Is that what he called you, his naughty girl?”

“Yes, at…at first.”

Carl remained close to her. Looking down, he could see her nipples now and watched the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. He sensed she needed a little push to tell the next part.

“What would he do?”

Her voice caught, then her words came quickly: “He’d, um, touch himself, through his clothes. He’d make me watch. I tried to close my eyes, but he wouldn’t let me. ‘Look, my dear, sweet child,’ he’d say. ‘Naughty girls must see what awaits them.’ It was a role he was playing, and I loved it.”

DeeDee opened her eyes and looked up at Carl. She was nineteen again, sitting below Evers, feeling the sexual heat and embarrassment, all rolled up into one.

“He asked me to open my legs…wider so he could stand closer,” she continued, another hitch in her voice.

Carl moved closer until his knees touched hers. Without a word, she opened her legs, allowing him to edge nearer. His cock actually hurt now, so he unbuttoned his pants to give it a little slack.

Her eyes opened wide at that. “He did that too,” she said. “He’d loosen his pants, then begin to rub himself from the outside.”

Carl mimicked the actions of the professor, letting his fingers stroke his hard cock. She closed her eyes again and he said at once, “Look, my dear, sweet child. Naughty girls must see what awaits them.”

Her eyes fluttered open. Her mouth was agape. She seemed to have trouble breathing.

“Then what happened?”

“He told me to start meeting him late on Fridays, because the students and the teachers always left quickly after the last class,” she said softly. “He’d lock his office door.” She stopped. Carl had to prompt her to continue.

“Things…things seemed to accelerate after that. He’d tell me to unbutton my blouse and pull it away from my breasts. And I had to lift up my skirt all the way and sit bare-assed on the chair.”

“Do it.”

She obeyed as best she could with the full dress on. She unbuttoned the last of the large buttons below her belt so she could fold the material back out of the way. Next, she unfastened the belt and let it drop to the floor. Now the dress hung open all the way down.

She tried to stand, but Carl was too close. He had to move back to give her room. She stood and swept the dress behind her, exposing her beautifully smooth sex and shapely hips. Her nipples stood erect from her breasts. As soon as she sat down again, he moved back between her legs. She never tried to close them.

“Then what?”

“He’d…he’d touch my breasts,” she said so softly Carl had to lean down to hear her.

“What? Speak up.”

“He’d touch my breasts,” she said louder. He could see the blush in her neck and cheeks.

“Like this?” he asked, stroking her gently. Her nipples seemed to grow even harder.

She nodded, her eyes closed again, apparently reliving the past.

“What did he do with his cock?”

She turned away for a moment and bit her lip. “He…he took it out and showed me.”

Carl unzipped his pants and let his engorged cock spring free. “Look at it.” Her eyes fluttered open again and he heard a tiny gasp. “Then what?”

“He’d make me look at it while he…he rubbed it.”

“What did he say?”

She shuddered slightly. “He said, ‘Look at what naughty girls do to men’.”

Carl began to stroke his hard member, just inches from her face. “Did he come?”

She only nodded silently, her eyes wide.

“What would happen when he came?”

She murmured something indistinct.

“He would come on your face?” he pressed.

The word was torn from her. “Yesss.”

“Then watch.”

She kept her eyes open as he masturbated. It didn’t take too long. She had a powerful effect on Carl. He spasmed and ropy streams of sperm squirted across her lips, cheek and nose. She blinked but said nothing until he prompted her.

“Now what would he do?”

“He…he had a mirror on his desk. He’d pick it up and show me the s-sperm on my face. He’d say: ‘This is what happens to naughty girls who don’t wear underwear. Look at my s-sperm all over your face. You are a Naughty Girl, aren’t you?’ He’d make me say it.”

“Do you have a hand mirror?”

She nodded, the white sperm a contrast against her tanned face.

“Go get it.” He stepped back. He was beginning to feel the power Evers had over her and he couldn’t help but wield it. Just for a little while, he told himself. She likes it so.

She rose, the dress flapping open as she disappeared into the bathroom. She returned a moment later with the small mirror. Carl took it from her and motioned for her to sit again. She moved the dress out of the way and sat, her legs apart. He moved closer.

He held the mirror out so she could see her face. “Say it.”

“I-I’m a Naughty Girl.”

“Only I’ll bet he didn’t call it ‘sperm,’ did he?”

Her eyes grew wide. She just shook her head.

“What did he say?”

“C-c-cum.”

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“Cum.”

“Let’s use the right words, okay? Then what?”

“He told me to lick the cum off my lips. I didn’t want to at first. Th-this is when the power seemed to shift from me to him, but in a good way. It was as if I didn’t want to refuse him. So…so I did what he said.”

“Do it.”

She licked the pearly substance from around her lips. Carl could tell she liked it. The rest of it remained on her face.

“What about the rest?”

“At first, he’d clean it off with a tissue. Later, he’d make me scoop it up with my finger and swallow it.”

“Go on,” he told her. “Just like you did for Evers.”

She ran her finger over her skin. Carl held up the mirror, letting her see the smeared gobs of cum across her face. “Do you feel like a naughty girl again?”

She nodded.

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, I’m a Naughty Girl.”

“He didn’t stop there, did he?”

“Nooo. I think I could’ve stopped it at any time. Part of me wanted to. Part of me didn’t. He’d tell me, after our session on Friday, that if I ever wanted to stop I could simply by wearing a bra and panties the next time.”

“Did you?”

She shook her head. “No, I didn’t. When I showed up again, he’d act disappointed in me, but I knew he was pleased.”

“And you kept going to him.”

“Yes, it was like I’d taken a powerful drug. No one had made me feel like that before.”

“What happened next?” Carl absently rubbed his soft cock, encouraging it to grow hard again.

“He surprised me the next Friday. He told me he figured out why I didn’t get embarrassed when I didn’t wear panties.”

“Oh?”

Her face flushed anew. Carl could tell this was an exciting new chapter of the story. His cock swelled. Her eyes fixated on it, just a few inches away.

“He…he said it was because of my…my, um, hair down there. ‘It covers you up,’ he told me. ‘Naughty Girl thinks she’s still good if her hair covers her pussy’. That was the first time he touched me, down there.”