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Subject: {ASSM} The Delightful Seduction of Mr. Arthur, Part One  [f/f pett]
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The Delightful Seduction of Mr. Arthur



copyright 2005  Miss Naughty Bits




She reached up and unpinned her ruby tresses, allowing them to flow like
molten silk to her rump. Her delectable breasts heaved in anticipation as I
kneeled before her, bowing myself to her will. I was whatever she wanted me
to be.

She held out a long leg, clad in a black thigh high stocking. "Remove it." I
did as she asked, adding my own brand of defiance. I kissed my way up her
leg, starting with her toes and ending at her nude and plump cleft. She
moaned with desire and I could see passion flaring in her bewitching hazel
eyes.

The battle of wills was over. We both wanted the same thing, and role play
usually made us giggle like the silly girls we were. In this game we were
both winners.

I reached up and began to caress her tempting orbs, pulling harshly on her
erect nipples. Stazzia threw her head back in pleasure and returned the
favor. She crushed my breasts in her hands, kneeled upon the floor like a
humble goddess, and dipped her head to lick at my nips. "Harder," I moaned
and she obliged. I threaded my hands into that wild tumble of hair and held
her tightly. Our breast crushed into each other's chest, our hard nipples
stabbing into the velvety flesh. I kissed her with growing ardor, my tongue
punishing her mouth as hers did  mine.

A hand snaked down between my thighs and began to slowly stroke. I spread
them further and encouraged her to use her fingers, deep within me. I
nibbled on her neck, nipping here and there leaving berry-red marks on her
white white neck. She raked her nails down my back in a silent plea for
more.

I lay her back, and pried her loose from my body. I kissed her lips in
hunger and tasted passion. I slowly worked my way down to her chin, then to
her chest. All got loving homage with my lips. I licked between her perky
breasts and down her long torso. Right as I was about to pay a loving homage
to her nether regions, a deep male voice echoed in our ears.

"That's enough, ladies."

It was enough to break us of our loving spell, woven sinuously about the
pair of us. Like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, we stared
blankly at our photo teacher. His sherry brown eyes roved the naked length
of us, drinking in the nude sight his two favorite students being very, very
naughty.

"Come on, Mr. Arthur. You said 'Make it hot'. Now you want us to stop?" I
queried, irritated to have been interrupted in the seduction of Stazzia. I
looked down at my hands, only to discover one buried between her legs, and
the other caressing her opulent, splendid, magnificent breasts.

"I said 'Make it hotter', which you have done. Now it's time to cool off.
I've finished this roll, and I still need to grade papers. I haven't gotten
all day." He sounded slightly cross, as if we were depriving him of some
other excitement. I could see the excitement in his pants, thrusting forward
with an audaciousness known only to a rampant cock.

I turned to Stazzia and smiled my secret smile. She knew immediately what it
meant. A semester long of planning had brought this about, and now, the
moment I had been waiting for was upon me. It was now or never. I had to do
it.

My voice was soft, demure. "Mr. Arthur, I'm too turned on to 'cool down'.
And you look too hot to stay dressed." I batted my eyes like a courtesan of
olde.

Stazzia added her dulcet tones to mine. "Yes, Mr. Arthur, I think we need to
do something about that rock-hard cock you are sporting." Indeed both of our
eyes were firmly fixated upon the throbbing beneath denim.

Mr. Arthur stared at the naked pair of us, in the middle of our high
school's photo room, in front of the burgundy and charcoal swirl backdrop
that we had chosen for the photo shoot. An incredulous look appeared out of
no where, and seem to overwhelm his face.

It had taken a great deal of persuasion to get Mr. Arthur to do a nude shoot
of us; we were after all, his students and underage at that. But still, he
had an artful streak coursing through his veins, and given the chance, he
wouldn't mind taking some artsy shots. It was after school, about 2 weeks
before the end of school, and sadly the end of our high school career.
Granted, Stazzia and I would both be 18 come summer, but as it were, we were
fresh from girl loving and wanting some cock. We swore not to tell anyone of
the nude shots-- Mr. Arthur's teaching career was on the line, as was the
reputations of Stazzia and myself. Consequently, we told our parents that we
were developing photos for the school paper, and we weren't allowed in the
classroom without a teacher, hence Mr. Arthur's part in the deception.

I gave Stazzia the pre-arranged signal, a slight nod of my head. In unison,
we declared in all honesty, "We want you, Mr. Arthur."


 To Be Continued Upon Request....


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