Thread: Be My Lolita (Kratos and Mim)

The burger was good. Nora noticed that Seth kept his mouth full most of the time, likely to distract his attention from her. Still he looked into her eyes longer than was normal and almost seemed loathe to leave. But leave they had to it was six o'clock and the rain had finally let up. They would have to go their separate ways for now. Nora dragged it out as long as she could, groaning in delight over her burger and eating her fries one at a time, talking with Mr. Marintine about anything and everything. Finally there was no reason to loiter at their table anymore and the waitress seemed eager to get rid of them. Seth paid the bill, left a tip, and led the way out to the car. As he started the car he suggested they not tell anyone about what had happened and they should return to what they had been before. They both knew that they could never return to what they had been before. Right, she agreed anyway. I'm the schoolgirl, you're the teacher. Pinky promise. Again she reached over and crooked her little finger around his with a sweet, innocent smile before he drove her home. They pulled up in the driveway and Frank's car was already there. Her mom was probably parked in the garage. You could never bore me, Mr. M, she insisted once he'd put the car in park. Slowly she pulled the zipper of his jacket down before letting it slide off of her shoulders and handing it back to him. The zipped-up jacket had preserved the wetness of her shirt, now wrinkled but still clinging to her skin. When she handed the jacket back to him the Cool Water scent on the collar was now mingled with her own vanilla-lavender perfume and her orange-scented shampoo. Once inside Nora made her way to her room--she could already hear Frank and her mother going at it in their room--and she changed and blow-dried her hair before touching up her subtle makeup and opting for a darker shade of lipstick. The outfit she changed into was nearly identical to the one she'd been wearing, though the pleated skirt was plaid instead of plain black and her shirt was dry, though she still wore no bra. Without leaving a note for her mother, she took a jacket and umbrella to a sheltered city bus stop then took the bus to the Delta Phi frat house uptown where she was known. When her knock was answered she smiled invitingly. Wanna play some real games? A month passed. Nora began to stay after class more often for help on her essays, and occasionally she would drop in at lunch if she just didn't feel like eating with the others. During these after school and lunch sessions they always seemed to get distracted, meandering from one topic to another. To Nora's surprise she found they actually had similar tastes in books, movies, and music. Their politics were a little different, but it was interesting to see the other side of things. Despite wanting to sleep with a teacher, she didn't intend to do it for the grades Nora was actually a rather good student in most subjects and caught on quickly. The common threads which she hoped to use to bind him to her also, in turn, bound her to him and only made her want him that much more. Once she'd allowed Seth to catch David making out with her, reaching into her shirt and fondling her breasts and reaching up her skirt and down her panties to make sure that he just wasn't into girls he'd also owed her for being so generous, and she felt like she deserved a bit of fun too though to Seth she explained that she was trying to get more pictures back. Occasionally one of the original Polaroids that had fallen out of her book would be replaced with another one, usually featuring her breasts, should Seth ever notice. Since the one of her bent over seemed to be his favorite, however, Nora never replaced that one when he'd left his desk. All in all, the month passed with more exposed cleavage and more high hemlines, though nothing quite as intimate as their first date at that diner. Nora did notice Seth fiddling more with his ring whenever she was around, though. She noticed his eyes traveling down her neckline or up her legs, hoping to catch a glimpse of the forbidden. As the weather forced her to wear leggings beneath her skirts she made sure to tear holes near the crotch which might be visible if her skirt lifted high enough. She started scenting her papers with her vanilla lavender perfume and occasionally caught him staring as she sucked on a pen. One day after lunch, a lunch during which Mr. Marintine had not been in his classroom, a cassette to a camcorder appeared in his desk on top of the folder where he kept the Polaroids. Whether he was aware of it or not, it was a month to the day since he'd taken Nora on their first date to that diner and considering how things had been going swimmingly she had considered it time to take things up a little. There was no indication that Nora had left the cassette, of course, and no indication of what might be on it. The cassette was plain black, with only a thin strip of masking tape on one side. The only thing written on the masking tape was a small heart drawn in Sharpie. When Seth found time alone to watch the cassette, he would find a video of Nora. She wasn't alone, of course. Nora was fully clothed on her hands and knees, waiting anxiously. Occasionally she would glance at the camera and lick her lips hungrily, but she was forced to wait. Finally a hand belonging to someone off camera slid up her leg, smacking her ass and causing her to bite her lip and moan as she visibly shivered. What wouldn't be shown was how the hand's owner would be punished for this and the many things to come, although he enjoyed the punishment almost more than making this. The hands reached up her skirt and pulled down lacy panties, though her side was to the camera so all that was exposed to Seth was her flank as her skirt hiked up. Nora closed her eyes briefly as though just the very act of being undressed brought her close to her release. Two fingers slid between her legs up her smooth-shaven crease and she moaned again. The fingers slid down her crease and slipped inside her, pumping in and out a few times before sliding further back, toward her ass. You're already so wet baby, the man off-camera said before reaching up to slap her face. Out being a slut again were you? No daddy, just so excited for your cock in my ass, Nora protested over her shoulder. Daddy slipped those two well-lubricated fingers into that tight hole and stretched it gently. Nora moaned and began to slide her hand down her body, but he grabbed her hair and yanked tightly causing her to stop right where she was. Don't you touch yourself, Daddy warned. You can be so naughty sometimes. You know how much I love it when you call me daddy but then you go doing stupid things like that... He added a third thick finger. I'm sorry daddy, Nora pouted, putting the offending hand back down to help support her wait. I'm just so anxious. I've dreamed of that cock all day. She looked toward the camera as she said this last part. The man didn't seem to notice or didn't care, instead smacking her ass with his free hand as a fourth finger was added. Eventually Nora was moaning wantonly as she took a big, black cock in her ass. It didn't last long, however. After one more warning about touching herself, Nora couldn't help but rub her clit as she was pounded and daddy stopped, immersed to the hilt. He grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the bed, grabbing her hair. Nora looked at the camera and smiled briefly, but smiling wasn't part of the game. Daddy smacked her again. Bitch what did I say about touching yourself? he demanded sternly. Nora shook her head. I wasn't daddy I wasn't-! Was this cunt touching herself? She was definitely touching herself, confirmed a voice behind the camera. The frat brother who liked to be whipped with belts would get his share of the punishment for these shennanigans later, but that wouldn't be shown on camera either. Daddy pulled out, still hard, and pulled Nora to her knees then turned her to face him. He ripped off her shirt, buttons clattering to the floor before he tossed it carelessly away, before pulling off her skirt so that she was naked save the panties around her knees, her knee high stockings, and shoes. The screen went black for a moment. When the camera came up again Nora was suspended, naked with her arms behind her back, daddy standing behind her. He had one grip on her leg and was stroking her clit as she writhed in ecstasy. He looked vindictive and she looked as though she were trying very hard not to give in to natural urges. It was a losing battle. So you wanna cum huh? daddy challenged as he rubbed her clit. Think touching yourself and cumming when I haven't said so is acceptable? He was mimicking her own words, though Seth had no way of knowing that. Well don't you dare cum now or you won't just be dealing with me. Daddy please I need to cum, Nora begged, a look of exquisite agony plain on her face. Please let me cum daddy. You cum and you have to suck him off too. He pointed to another man standing nearby, the one who had apparently been behind the camera before while now the camera was set up on a tripod. Nora lasted all of five seconds longer and tried to be quiet, but the man known only as daddy knew and yanked at her hair so that her face was forced forward. He adjusted the ropes and Nora was flipped onto her back, knees spread for the camera for a few moments before she was spun and the second man fucked her throat. Nora choked and coughed but moaned, and when daddy plunged two fingers into her writhed. Bitch loves this! he informed his companion before they both laughed. Stop for a second stop. The second man did as he was told. You love this don't you baby, deepthroating him like a little whore? Oh God yes, Nora admitted. I'd love it even more if I had my daddy at the same time. God I'm so wet for you daddy! He laughed and adjusted the ropes again. She was once more flipped over and a cock thrust into her mouth while daddy took her from behind, fucking her tight, tender pussy. Nora moaned around the cock in her mouth, gasping and groaning erotically when he pulled out and came across her throat and breasts. Daddy didn't stop fucking her while the other one cleaned her up. Once she was clean he fixed a ball gag in her mouth and lowered her down onto the mattress and flipped her over, seemingly without stopping. The second man had returned to the camera and was filming from over daddy's shoulder as her eyes begged the camera to fuck her harder. Finally the man came inside her, squeezing her breasts as she moaned around the ball gag for his seed. Once she was untied and the gag taken out, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him with a seductive, pretty little pout. Am I allowed to cum now? she asked pleadingly. He looked on her with derision. You already came once, greedy cunt, he spat. But I wasn't allowed to and I got punished for it, Nora pouted. Am I allowed to this time? Please? He rolled his eyes. Fine, but you bet your ass you're doing it your own fuckin' self. You make sure it all gets on film, he added to the cameraman, I wanna make sure this bitch isn't doing something she isn't supposed to. With that he left and the camera man focused on Nora, who grinned. Mmm I'm so excited, she said to the camera, beginning to touch herself as the cameraman seemed unable to contain himself at the prospect of filming her. Nora laid back on the bed, taking things slowly and sliding one hand to her breast as she rubbed her clit. Mmm...Seeeth... she moaned quietly. Ooooh fuck me Seth... Her fingers slipped into her tight pussy, causing her to squirm as she imagined her English teacher deep inside her, or rather riding her English teacher like derby day. Gradually his name rose to a gasp then a moan on her lips as her movements became more frantic and finally she came, begging the Seth who wasn't there to fuck her hard. Once she was done she looked to the cameraman, as though only then realizing he was still there. Promise you won't tell daddy I said that? she asked, pouting prettily. Yeah I promise. Okay good, she looked directly into the camera, see you in class. Wearing stockings, a perky smile, and nothing else the video ended. The frat boys in the video had paid dearly for their requested insubordination. The man who had played daddy had been unable to sit comfortably for a week, and the cameraman's cuts from the belt were still healing. They had both begged her to do it again some time. Though there was no definite proof that Nora had been the one to pick the lock on Seth's desk and leave the video cassette for him, the video had clearly been made for his benefit. Nora had made her grand move on what she had considered to be their one-month anniversary. The chilly November day would decide whether she began to openly flirt with him when they were alone--and find more opportunities to be alone--or whether she would need to think of a quick excuse for the video and continue to bind him more tightly to her. If she had judged correctly, she could expect to accidentally run into him much more often now.