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She had always been his most treasured student, always a fantasy of his tucked neatly away in the depths of his mind. A gentle ebbing flame of lust, occasionally stoked by the prod of flirtatious behaviour. Though when she started to stay around longer after his lectures, he began to sense that she wanted more than just a little extra tuition. 

To get the chance to be entirely alone after school with her tutor – someone she’d been longing for ever since they’d first met – was a dream come true, especially as it was clear to her that his intentions were not innocent. He’d promised to meet her later in the evening with the keys to the gym hall, somewhere to meet with complete privacy. 

Her legs nearly buckled with giddy joy when he took instant control of the situation, pulling her into the gym and kissing her passionately, groping her body and keenly exploring every inch as if he’d been waiting for this day for a lifetime. With little time wasted, she was stripped naked before he told her that he had a surprise in store, something that she’d never forget. Overwhelmed with excitement and anticipation, she asked no questions as he thrust her down on a bench and began fastening cuffs around those succulent thighs and helpless wrists. With this display of control and determination, this man seemed so much taller and more masculine than she’d ever considered before. It turned her on immensely. So many times she’d masturbated to the thought of being tied and fucked intensely by this figure of authority. 

Nearly an hour later and she still screams about all the things she’ll do to his cock if he’ll just let her recover from the last orgasm. She says the same thing after every orgasm. It never seems to take very long for the next to come. When he had been setting the vibrators and the fucking machine in place earlier, she was too turned on to wonder just what he had in store. She hadn’t expected that his most well-kept desire was one simple thing… to bring her to tears of pleasure. Every orgasm is a new level of torture, though. With every shudder and jerk of her body that each climax causes, the vibrators are too tightly locked in place to relent in their torment of her overstimulated clitoris. That swollen red button is so engorged that the vibrators seem to have trapped it, though they had been turned to just the right setting to prevent the vibrations from being strong enough to desensitize that little bud full of nerve endings.

Her tutor simply watches with intent, such admiration of her gorgeous frame constantly shuddering in the fury of orgasmic bliss. The machine will not stop fucking her until he turns it off, which he has no intention of doing for a while to come. He’d rather simply watch something he’d fantasised about for so long, to see such a beautiful creature be penetrated beyond her wildest dreams, to know that she will never forget this moment, the night when she was forced to orgasm until passing out. Restrained and made to endure the constant pulsating pleasure agonizingly coursing through her clitoris, which seemed to visibly plead with its angry red shade for it all to stop. Every second the dildo slipped in and out of her hot, dripping-wet entrance, he imagined his own length thrusting inside, watching it sink into her depths as she moaned for him.

When she did finally pass out, he’d then allow it to finally stop, to let her recover and regain herself for a moment before at last giving her what she came for, his own body. With every thrust into her hypersensitive sex, she’d feel intensity unlike ever before. Finally, he’d be just where he’s always wanted to be… locked deep within her fantasies, the kind of fantasies that take hold and never let go. They’ll be spending a lot of time together here in future. 

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