Monica Gift
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Episode 25: DeTENSION
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 25: DeTENSION - 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!"
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“Stop worrying. I’ve got this. We all knew I would get into trouble sooner or later. It’s only detention, not expulsion.” Monica Gift stopped mid-stride to sternly look over at her friend Ryan Quinones. That is, her master by arrangement to show Monica off to the school. Making up for lost time after years of being a whore out of town she was now ready to conquer Summersby township. Everyone seemed more than willing to help her achieve her dreams. In portraying her Alpha, Ryan’s opinion poll was skyrocketing in the public thigh. Throw her to the wolves, Buddy! At least Monica hoped that he might more often.
“Yet!” He glared back at her dreamy eyes. Strategically Monica in response stared at him one second then lowered her eyes to her cleavage, then back and forth four more times. Take the hint Maestro!
“I’ve worn this dress all day long except in Ginger Noble’s class and when you stripped me in the hallway at lunch. Brilliant, I might add. Keep up the dominance, you’re doing great. You saw Principal Janson even look me over in the cafeteria. Not a word! As a matter of fact he complimented the dress again. Lloyd isn’t any worry.” Thus far cooperative!
“Mister Holt only gave me detention because I couldn’t contain my orgasm well enough. You don’t think he didn’t realize what it was he was doing after he made you give up the remote to my vibrating egg. You heard me like everyone else once he had it in his possession, I couldn’t disguise my swearing out loud. He just took it badly. Well, maybe not badly. He only gave me detention to get me alone. He even tried using the remote in the cafeteria but I gave you the egg back and ruined his play time. That says it all. Even Mister Morrison knew about the egg, I could tell Holt filled him in.”
Frowning, Ryan rolled his eyes. “Maybe so! You do realize this is Holt’s week on detention duty. What if he gives you detention the entire week. You have to work at the pizza parlor on Thursday. Now that you’re a big hit you can’t miss work.”
“Trust me, I won’t! I’m willing to bet the pizza orders quadruple knowing I’m delivering. The Vagiano brothers are rolling in dough. Ooo! Maybe I should take some pizza dough to roll around in for a delivery.”
“Too funny! I dare you.”
“You swipe some, I will.” She smirked with a playful shrug.
Ryan shook his head and diverted his gaze to her cleavage. ABOUT TIME! “God, I love you in that dress. Those shoulder straps are useless once they go over your arms. The material just glides down over your titties without their help.”
“All of you love this dress. I have a few more like this stashed away from my mom finding them. Shoulder straps off and the dress hits the floor. You really got off doing that to me in the hall. Girls seeing you treat me like that were swooning. I’m telling you Ryan, I’m going to get you more dates than you ever dreamed of. Maybe even ... some practice slaves. I was thinking my Braless Brigade might go through basic training under your rule once you get more demanding.” Wink! Wink! “Which means STEP it up! Get ruthless!”
“Whoa! That might be ... pretty awesome.”
“I’ll work on that for you. Just keep developing your demeanor. The more aggressive you are toward me they will take note. Oh! I think Willow Thorne has the hots for you.”
“Willow Thorne? Fuck that! Not my type!”
“No, but she might be for Holden maybe. Just a thought! But again, he doesn’t even try to be bossy. You can talk to him about that.”
“I don’t know. I’m only bossy myself to help you. I don’t know if I’d want to live a life like that full time. I just want a girl ... friend.” He wanted to say her but knew it was impossible. “Someone to love and who loves me back.”
“Pussy!”
“Used pussy.” He jabbed her tit. “Me as much as you!”
“Don’t go back on our deal.”
“I won’t let you down.”
“Good! I won’t let you down either.”
“Should we keep things quiet for a while due to this? So, you don’t get any more detention.”
“You’re the master, Ryan. You tell me.” He sized up her sarcasm then nodded with a sneer. “You should tease Holt more and see what happens.”
“Somehow I knew you would see things my lay-- er-- way.”
“You know you wanted me to say that.”
“Duh! You know I did.” She giggled! “I’ll risk getting expelled just for your evil desires.”
“Mine?” He laughed! “You’re the one who wants raped 24/7. Hey, I just had a thought. We don’t know who else might be in detention. You better play it by ear.”
“Not worried.”
He eyed her smug manner then dug into his book bag, retrieving two familiar items. “Insert the egg again.” He handed it off. Rolling her eyes with a sheepish grin she lifted her hemline up and encouraged the egg up between her labia and deeply embedded it inside. VULVA-VA-VOOM! He then handed her fresh batteries to the remote controller should they die at Holt’s merciless attacks.
“So, you want me to have multiple orgasms in detention. I’m actually good for a dozen more. I think. Seeing as I got cheated out of that last one by Holt.”
Their journey toward Room 312 was faster than predicted. Time was nearly on the dot. At the top of the stairs, they quietly paused to look down the hall to bear witness to teacher Dane Morrison and fellow instructor the buxom Lola Conroy talking outside of her classroom. Nudging Ryan back out of immediate sightlines they spied on the teachers.
With no students around Dane offered Lola her bra back with a sly grin. To their shock they spotted Lola lifting her blouse up to expose her healthy 38D’s to Dane. The bra was tossed over her head into her classroom and he immediately palmed both of her breasts. Oh, it was on! He devoured her nipples as he guided her back into her classroom and kicked the door shut.
“Holy shit! Lola has some monster melons.” Ryan chuckled! “Her classroom is right next to detention. This could get interesting.”
“I know, right! I better go. See you in the parking lot. Dick in hand, Buddy.”
“You know it! Suck me later.”
“Can’t wait!”
A bump of hips later Monica left Ryan at the stairs and wiggled up to room 312. Standing outside the door, looking in she spotted teacher Dennis Holt grading papers at a desk. The room was the old Home Economics class until they built the new wing with a revised kitchen. These days the room was reserved for storage and detention time.
“I’m here Warden.” She knocked on the door frame. “Lock me up and throw away the key.” Entering the room she quickly realized that she was the sole offender of the day. “Owoo! Solitary confinement. My fav!”
“Take a seat, Miss Gift.”
Holt ignored looking at her directly but did lay the vibrating egg’s remote on his desk while continuing to grade the papers. Looking out at the classroom she grinned at the seating arrangement, only one chair sat in front of his desk. The remainder of the chairs were pushed back out of the way of being uniform. Knowing full well that Dennis wanted her right up front was blatantly clear.
Acting shy Monica stepped to her seat and tugged her skirt up a bit before sitting down. Silence for five long minutes he finished off his grading and stashed the papers in his leather briefcase before resting it on the floor. The desk was now free of clutter and roomy. Monica easily envisioned lying on that cold ... hard ... surface. Mm!
Without making eye contact with her Dennis opened a desk drawer and reached in for something unexpected. Lured out he closed the drawer and shared what was in his hand but again doing it on a suave unforgiving level. Her eyes flared at what he held.
“Electrical tape? Tie me up!” She smirked! “I dare you.” Thoughts only he had no clue of her wishes. Instead, he reclaimed the egg remote and began taping around it, the button pushed down all the way as it wound about its casing. Instant shockwaves struck her vagina. That increased her posture. No more slacking!
Once he felt good about the button having no chance of lifting and shutting down he placed the tape back in the drawer and moved the remote off to his left. He failed to even look at her change in demeanor, what he did do was slide his seat back a bit and slouched for her. Kicking back he placed his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. He just knew that she had that egg back inside her. Whimpers alluded to his genius.
“I ... brought fresh batteries.” She mumbled!
“Already switched them out.” He decided silence was boring. “Let’s begin our interrogation, shall we?”
“Ask me anything. Open book!” Lower lip nibbled, the sensations within her vagina were relentless. “Something a teacher should hope for, right?”
“True! Teacher’s hope for a lot of things.”
“Like ... torturing hot young girls?”
“Am I torturing you, Miss Gift?”
“Nope! I can handle it.”
“Good! Discipline is a blessing if orchestrated just right.”
“I wouldn’t object to being paddled.”
“Those days are long gone, I’m afraid. Laying hands on a student is taboo.”
“taBOOOO!” She giggled, then tensed up. “Fuck!”
“No swearing!”
“Sorry! No, not sorry! FUCK!” Orgasm near, she blurted out her thoughts without concern. “Aren’t you glad I put the egg back in?”
“Was it you, or was it Mister Quinones?”
“Me! I shoved it up into me.”
“I meant, his insistence that you do.”
“Yes, but I wanted to wear it. I knew you couldn’t resist using it on me in private.”
“I’ll give you that.”
“Give it to me. Give it to me.” Monica chuckled, her face becoming stressed over her intimate tickle. “Fuck!” She slouched into her seat and gripped the table portion of her desk with white knuckles. Dennis Holt knew it would only be seconds before she lost her mind. In those precious seconds the atmosphere altered. Perked up by an outside set of moans Dennis narrowed his eyes. Monica heard it too. “Morrison and Conroy.” She managed! “I think he’s giving it to her.”
“Is that a fact?” Dennis stood up and stretched. In doing so she noticed just how swollen his groin was through his slacks. Big boy behavior! Taking a stroll to the door, he stepped out leaving Monica alone.
“Nooo! Lola is stealing my thunder.” Unable to move she endured her seismic event all to herself. “Not fair! Not fair!”
Dennis followed the moans to Lola Conroy’s art class. The door shut he could only see a snowy version of the reality within. Her door’s window had frosted over glass. Ugh! Regardless, Dennis could tell that Lola was naked and riding Dane Morrison on the floor. “Nice!”
Daring to open the door Dennis got his first ever view of the magnificent blonde that both Dane and he had often imagined naked. Her bra on the floor Dennis quietly stepped in and claimed it. Up to his nose it went. Her perfume won him over.
Dane at his angle spotted Dennis and grinned. With Lola’s eyes closed and her hands in her hair Morrison was free to offer Dennis a thumbs up as Lola viciously hopped up and down on his ten-inch monster. The vantage point of her gyrations was a thing of beauty. Bra left on her desk Dennis saluted Dane and left them to their fun. Lola none the wiser. He did however leave the door wide open as he returned to Monica.
“Where were we?”
“Coming to grips!”
She held off the entire time wanting him to witness her climax. Now that he was back, she let it all out. Shrill squeals along with a juicy detonation Monica Gift squirted onto the tile floor. Dennis ignored her further and returned to the doorway. Listening, he heard Lola’s own orgasm at the top of her lungs. Lola was a screamer. His thoughts on Lola, Holt concluded he wanted some of that for himself someday. Sighing he yet again walked back to his desk and sat down.
Monica was trembling hard and tempted to get naked of her own desires, yet she wanted Dennis to take steps on his own volition first. Cumming again and again was fine with her at the moment. A hand under her skirt rubbing her clitoris was all she shared. He wasn’t looking anyway. What the fuck Asshole! OVER HERE!
With nothing to lean on she sat there wondering why he refused to acknowledge her obvious needs. Leaning over to her left side to glare at her purse on the floor, the spaghetti strap on her left shoulder slipped off and over her bicep. She left it there.
She eyed Holt who had decided to turn his back to her and look at the blackboard. This down time left her at the mercy of the egg. The vibrations were storming her senses rapidly, so much so it was hard to sit still. With each movement her chair squeaked. She was in hell.
Dennis avoided direct eye contact as he heard his cellphone buzz. It was nothing but he played it off as a text. Instead he activated his cell camera. Intentionally, he primed the cell toward her. Posed in front of him he feigned writing a text. That went into scrolling mode as if on Facebook. All along the video recorded her nervous beauty. At the moment her mind was not collecting data, she failed to know his true intentions. Now she lifted her skirt up and savagely rubbed her clit and whimpered. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” So glorious!
Undeniably impossible to sit still she tensed her toes on the floor. Which led to fanning her legs wide. Knees parting gave her at least a millisecond of ease against the quaking electricity between her thighs. In her squirming Dennis captured vivid moments of her pussy. His birds eye view of her vagina left him speechless. He observed her bite at her lip, squeal and flare her eyes wide, puff her cheeks, then finally caress her throat. He could sense she was either having another orgasm or was just making a scene to escape her punishment.
“Do you know how long it has been since I’ve had to give anyone detention? Your language and your actions today were out of line. Uncalled for! What exactly possessed you, Miss Gift?”
She whimpered faintly as she formed a pouty face and nervously rubbed her left leg. “I’m sorry, Mr. Holt. I follow orders. Ryan is my master.” That made Dennis cock a brow. Master, she says! Interesting! Not that he bought into her story. Quinones was not the type to be that disciplined. Within his thoughts, Dennis Holt called Ryan a wuss and told himself he could be a better master. The possibilities of that was making his dick throw a fit. He needed to beat off soon or just cum in his underwear. Keep it cool! Keep it cool!
“You should be sorry. May I ask what is with the dramatic wardrobe change of late? That dress looks more like a nightie.” Not that short, but hey! Compliments will get you everywhere!
“I like my dress. It makes me feel sexy. You can’t tell me you don’t think so too.” No reply, he shut his cell camera off. Hearing Lola Conroy screaming yet again had him grinning. “You go, Dane! Tear that blonde bitch up, Buddy.”
Monica’s breathing grew erratic, huffing to blow the wandering hair strands from her eyes. Her knees fanning from side to side as she knuckled her vulva with three fingers.
“It is a very pretty dress. Rather revealing though. Definitely against school dress code policy.”
“I’ve worn it all day. The only person objecting to it is you.”
“Am I objecting? I just feel as if you’re just asking for trouble. Boys and all.” He stared without expression. Dennis knew very well that she wanted trouble to claim her. Doing what she did in class was obvious. Even if Quinones did play a part in it, she would not have gone as far as she did without truly needing to do it for herself. Still, he remembered back to the old Monica Gift who was a prize student, good grades, good behavior. This new Monica had him puzzled. Only new of course because she hadn’t let anyone in Summersby in on the real Monica.
“They like my dress.” Her body quivers.
“I’m sure they do.” Time to face her! “Just be careful. As long as nobody complains of your attire I won’t be forced to take action.” He paused as her right dress strap slipped to her bicep area. Her breasts bulging and lightly tremoring about were gradually exposing further without support. “Concerning your outbursts earlier. I believe a lesson must be issued.”
“Yes, Sir.” She compressed her lips tightly.
Dennis swiftly turned toward the chalkboard behind him at an angle. With him facing her finally, she stopped fingering herself and hid her pussy from him. Not that she was shy, just playing along. Fingers sticky and without aim she decided to palm her face due to her vibrational torment. Chaos between her legs she began panting. “Do something already.” She rambled in her feverish thoughts.
Locating a lengthy piece of white chalk Dennis chose to reach high and scribble down the verse,” I will not be crude in class.” Finishing up he carefully returned to his seat. Offering up the chalk toward Monica he growled! “Step to the board and copy that sentence twenty times please.”
She cringed at her brewing orgasm, knowing that very soon there would be no hiding her outcome. Defiant of her nerves, she leaned forward on her knees to push herself out of the chair. In doing so her remaining dress slipped lower to droop on her chest. There was literally zero support holding the thin dress up outside of her large breasts. With each step she feared the worst but maintained her mission. Worst! HAHAHAHA! Try the best! Tease and tempt! Tease and tempt!
With a deep breath she stepped around Holt and claimed the chalk. Turning her back to him she hesitantly reached up to write just below his sentence. The reach was straining her ability to keep the dress on.
He swallowed dryly observing the sides of her body. The dress was definitely losing hope. The cleavage had already lost an inch of once covered flesh. Areolas imminent!
With shimmering eyes, she did her best to reach the board. At her height of 5’3 she had issues. Stretching upward on her tiptoes her skirt rode high. He could readily see her lower ass cheeks. Behind her Dennis brought his cell camera back into play and carefully recorded her escapade. His remaining hand slipped to his crotch rubbing the formation of his massive penis. The scent of her perfume compiled with her revealing skin made his erection defenseless.
Seeing her struggle to reach the necessary height he opted to risk standing up and located a two-level step stool near a cupboard once used in Home Economics. “Here! This might help.”
He rested it facing the board then lifted up just as she turned, her breasts a mere inch from his face. Nipples even closer. With a faint whimper Monica noticed his expression of shock. Rather, yearn, but okay! Her eyes drifting lower discovered his confined erection.
“Thanks.” She softly exhaled, almost seductively. She knew her effect on him. The question remained; just how far should she take this? She knew her dress was in jeopardy. There was no way he didn’t see her bare ass, nor the swell of her side boobs. Now she would stand taller for a much better view. This could be fun! Her mind reeled to balance her hormones screaming within. Climbing the simple step stool was torture. Yet she stood on the top and resumed writing. Stretching only lifted her dress hem.
Holt sat back down behind her. The difference in height allowed him to gawk at her clam shaped pussy from behind. It was glossy wet and tiny trickles were gradually creasing down her inner thighs. Recording it was required.
Finishing her second sentence she had to catch her breath and place a palm on the board. Concerned Holt eyed her behavior more intently. Keeping silent he awaited any potential for failure. As she wrote more words her scribbling became sloppy and almost incoherent due to her blurred concentration.