Monica Gift
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Episode 24: LUNCH MEET
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 24: LUNCH MEET - Monica Gift was always a nympho. Her namesake a gift to all men. Drop dead gorgeous but playing both sides of the spectrum, she could be the quiet nerd or the slut all men craved. Her Jekyll and Hyde persona was what made her so desirable. Growing up far too fast the beautiful high school student meant to create an empire based on lust. Give guys what they wanted, putty in her hands. Barely legal, she had their attention long before. In more ways than one. "Who wants some? That many! Yesssss!"
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Incest Father Daughter Uncle Humiliation Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Hispanic Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
A lot of things had occurred over the first half of the school day. Not only did Monica Leann Gift have an extraordinarily vocal orgasm in class, but she also received her first ever detention. That situation would play out at the end of the day. In the meantime her next class caught her off guard. It was there that a flock of female admirers made their moves. She was so proud of them. After that the rest of her classes before lunch hour seemed less eventful. Time to shake things up.
As lunch break began Monica stopped at her locker to ditch her books. It was here that friend and would be master Ryan James Quinones caught up with her again. “Sounds like you’ve been busy.”
Ryan chuckled then grabbed her by the waist as if she were his mate. He even kissed her neck just to see her reaction. Supposedly owning her as his slave it made sense to him that he should be able to get away with anything. With students watching how could he be denied. Good call!
Monica smiled without looking back at him and merely palmed his cheek. From neck to her shoulder, he bit down on her spaghetti strap and tugged it over her arm until it landed upon her bicep. Shocking her, his right hand lifted from her waist and clutched her hair. A rough pull brought her head to the right allowing him kissing room to the opposite side of her neckline.
“Mm! You should have been there. It was insane. I’ve created monsters. Obviously, I’ve created you too. Keep it up.”
“That’s your job whore.”
“Just inhaling me does that.” She placed her palm against his tented inseam. “Keep going, give these people what they want.”
“Do you want me sitting in detention next to you later?”
“You won’t. I guarantee that Mister Holt wants me all to himself.” Proceeding on, he nipped at her remaining strap and relocated it to her other bicep. Boys were pumping fists and girls were cooing like doves.
Once achieved he released her hair and reached to her sides to clutch the clothe of her dress and gradually guided it down. She could feel the soft material teasing her aroused nipples as it slid ever so gently across them. Who was this next-door neighbor she had groomed? Well done, Romeo. See what Hamlet started?
As he nuzzled her hair he forcefully let go of her dress and whipped her around to face him. Once done he swiftly rose to a darker challenge and gripped her throat while forcing a deadly gaze upon her. It gave her goosebumps on top of goosebumps. “Drop the dress.” He growled! Nibbling her lower lip over his aggressive portrayal had her thinking all sorts of things he could do to her in the weeks ahead. Not only to benefit her hormonal desires but to champion him with other girls.
Suddenly, inspiration struck. She envisioned him teaching a slave boot camp with her braless brigade. The dress was pinched at her sides, and she tugged it from her body in small favors. Her chest free and perky the material had nothing to cling to. It slithered to her toes in no time at all. Monica Gift was naked in the hallway. Silent cheers called Ryan Quinones the man. To a few lustful girls he was master. For the moment at least.
“I didn’t expect this.”
She mumbled so that only he could hear her. Slapping her breasts with his free hand had the boys playing along with him in swatting invisible boobs in front of them. Trying their hands at it if you will. Two of them had the sense to feign as if slapping the chest of the girl next to them. Giggles ensued, those girls let them at least squeeze their titties through their shirts. Bras in the way it was less fun. They needed to join the club.
“Need to be somewhere?” Ryan hissed into her face as if snarling.
“I need space for lunch. I promised Lindsey Ritter and her friend Sonya we would talk about what happened more. I know you’re getting off treating me like this. To be honest I love you more for doing it. Give me time, oh, glorious, master?”
“PATHETIC!” He snapped and slammed her back into the lockers. “Get dressed and try harder.”
Her hands palmed his chest as if pleading for mercy. In response, Ryan nodded with a disappointed pucker and swatted her hands away. He went so far as to use his foot to hook her dress and kick it out into the cluster of boys. “FETCH!” He then mumbled, “I’ll meet you just before you head into detention. I can wait for you after school and give you a ride home after.” Thankfully, off at the pizza parlor.
“You’re the beast. Best beast! Remind to suck you off in the parking lot for being so generous.”
“Grab your dress before they eat it.” He turned away in a huff and walked toward a number of admiring girls. “WAIT YOUR TURNS!” Bold move on his part the girls grew curiously giddy and watched him walk away. Two trailed behind him like lost puppies, two held back to see Monica deal with her dress. Easy enough, Monica stepped amidst them and let them encircle her.
“Paw me up for my master.” Three minutes offered they had their hands all over her, a boy holding her dress captive until she fulfilled their momentary lust. Squeals heard, she found fingers up her vulva and mouths devouring her nipples. Verbally she said, “Cloak me!” as if securing her from sight. One boy behind her swore she said, “Choke me!” No problem! YESSSSSS!
At the far end of the hallway Ryan turned to check on her. Seeing her swarmed he placed his fingers to his lips and blew a shrill deafening whistle that literally everyone heard. “Sorry, guys! I have to go, or I’ll be punished.” Releasing her she put on her dress and fluttered her fingers at them. “Raincheck!” Good enough for them. Woohoo!
As the boys watched her depart she looked over her shoulder at their disappointments and offered a solution. Hiking her skirt she bent over and pried her ass cheeks wide. Her bare ass drew in even more attention from boys and girls alike further down the hallway. Three new boys saw her and whistled at her sideshow. Their girlfriends weren’t as happy about losing their attention, but they still found Monica intriguing.
A second whistle from Ryan had her abandoning her voyeurs and racing down the hall. Straps on her arms her titties were turbulent. Howls heard! In passing his classroom Science teacher Trent Waller stepped into his threshold to see Monica. It was just in time to witness her flip her tongue out at him and keep on going. Waller swiftly scowled at the students to calm them which resorted into the gathering shying away out of fear he might yell at them. Backing up into his classroom he went, glasses fogged up. Door locked he had his dick in hand for the first time today. DEAR GOD! A new fan of Monica was born ... bored!
Reaching the cafeteria Monica stopped at the door to look for Lindsey. Ryan went on inside to grab a bite to eat while he still had time. This let Monica do her thing. Finding Lindsey at a table with Sonya she slithered through the masses. To reach her she had to walk directly by the teacher’s table which meant flirty eyes as she slowed her step. There she spotted Dennis Holt, Dane Morrison and numerous others. She waved at them and ignored the looks made by the female teachers. Namely, Ginger Noble and art teacher, Lola Conroy.
Both were less than impressed by her attire. Well, not that they opposed it, but it was illogical to feign approval. Not only that but it took away their egotistical thoughts that their students liked them for more than just teachers. Ginger was bigger but still cute, just awkward. Lola however was very attractive blonde and prone to at least cleavage shots in her lowcut blouses. Oh, she had her fans. Eying the male teachers drooling the women looked at one another and read the others minds. They all knew at the very least Monica was going braless. Lola considered that option while Ginger just blushed.
While appealing to the male teachers Monica let her dress dip low over her breasts and playfully acted as if she hadn’t noticed just how low her cleavage was. “Oopsie!” In her bright eyed tease Monica slammed head-on into someone crossing her path. As she apologized blindly she turned to face the worst possible collider.
“Mr. Janson! I’m sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
Principal Lloyd Janson merely stared down at her without expression. The entire room fell silent at seeing them so close. This was it! If Monica escaped unscathed the school would follow her example to the tease. The question on everyone’s held breath was simple, would he punish her for being such an exhibitionist.
“Quite alright, Monica. I wasn’t keeping track of my own direction. You certainly look nice today.” Areolas were gently peeking out at the top of her dress. Clearing his throat he chose to show power even if he hated to do it. A swift show of hands he guided her straps up over her shoulders and drew her dress high enough to mask those areolas. Dang it, Lloyd! Monica sighed from holding her own breath. He had a job to do.
“Thank you, Sir. I love my dress.” Slave mode made sense. Respect! At his own table Ryan Quinones nearly choked on his milk.
None the less Lloyd eyed her cleavage bulging from her arms held so closely to her lap. As intimidating as his eyes were she maintained her glint of pride. “Lovely indeed. Enjoy your lunch.”
That was it. As he stepped around her Monica’s eyes flared wide to show everyone she might be sweating. Naw! A secondary glance back at the male teachers she noted them grinning. Another flip of her tongue she noticed at least Dane Morrison palming his inseam. Lola Conroy also noted his bold move. A glint of yearn in the blonde’s eye she tugged at her own cleavage. Dane saw her and winked. Hmm!
“You go, Lola! Wow! Lloyd didn’t say anything more about the dress code. After I told him I would be wearing less in the future I half expected him to rethink his decisions. Maybe not! He has the hots for me so that might keep him quiet.” Her thoughts reeling she darted playfully over to Lindsey. She and Sonya had their jaws drooping at the situation.
“Oh, my God. Did Janson scold you?” Sonya Bennett a gently overweight brunette huffed.
