ANIME HENTAI HIGH SCHOOL – Picolette Chardin II – 4

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[COMPILER’S NOTE: This story is a compilation of posts from an online hentai role-playing game, the Anime Hentai High School. This text is just an extract of the whole game, solely concentrating on a Ranma ½ character involved and his immediate surroundings. Remember that the game had already started well before this part, and that other threads, either with original creations or characters borrowed from various animes, are running parallel at the same time. As well, the episode separations are very arbitrary, reflecting a change of place or time, but not really acknowledged in the game. Enjoy.]

[GAME START]
[Continued from ANIME HENTAI HIGH SCHOOL – Ranma Saotome – 4]

Re: New Day! [all of Leto’s PCs]

Louis F. Perico

Ranko was back at the dojo, feeling a little miffed as she woke up; yes, she had the baby back, BUT for some reason, it was dormant, and the people back at MHI labs had no clue as to why.

Nabiki was already on her cell phone, making her contracts and deals before school started.

Mihoshi was snoring... sleeping has always been her favorite pasttime.

Takara-sensei was “domesticating” the servant that Natsume-san gave to her by having her make breakfast.

“GIRLS! Breakfast is ready!” was the yell from the Matriarch of the Takara family.

Before they left, Ranko asked, “Mom? Where did Ranma and his friends go? I haven’t seen them since MHI.”

Mother replied, “Dear, They were camping out in the dojo, but I didn’t look to see if they were there this morning... I had to get your SLEEPY SISTER“, she glared at Mihoshi, ”out of her slumber...” ><

The women at the table were quiet for a moment, then all had a good laugh.

Moments later, they were off, another day at AHHS....

Re: New Day! [all of Leto’s PCs]

nk_1124_nuku_nuku

Arisa was as close to tears as she ever let herself get. For the thousanth time, she tugged at the tiny, frilled skirt of her French maid uniform. It couldn’t have been real. It had to be some kind of kinky sex costume! “Takara-sensei? Mistress? Breakfast is finished. May, may I please change back into normal clothing?” The proud woman didn’t know what the day had in store for her, but she couldn’t let people see her like this! Once more, her face flushed in embarrassment. Arisa was supposed to be the strong dominant one! Being weak and submissive was for woman like Kyōko, not her! Milady Akiko had been very clear on this. Arisa didn’t dare talk back, or disobey! This was her punishment for “harvesting” the Ranko kid’s eggs. Arisa’s eyes pleaded with Takara. “You don’t need me any more, do you? I coud just go home now! I can’t let people see me like this!” Arisa tugged again at the tiny skirt, trying to hide the silky nothing of the panties that went with it.

Re: Sensei and Arisa

Louis F. Perico

Takara-sensei smiled. “You’re not going ANYWHERE, Arisa-chan. I got an email from your sempai before breakfast, indicating that your ‘discipline training’ should also include aspects of the Art... *sighs*... now, I don’t think you will pass, to be honest. I usually start the training with younger ladies, but you... tsk, tsk... too old to begin the training....”

She had a sip of her tea as her daughters finished their food; then they were about to depart when Sensei went, “A-hem!”

The daughters returned. Nabiki kissed her mother on the cheek, then left. Mihoshi gave her mother a hug and kiss. Ranko gave mother a VERY wet kiss... and continued with it.

“Ranko, quit tongue-fighting with Mom. We’re going to be late!” said Nabiki in an annoyed fashion.

Ranko reluctantly did so. Her mother replied, “Hmm... not bad... you finally got down the Hinako French Kiss Technique... keep it up.”

Ranko smiled, then made her way to school.

Takara-sensei then looked back at Arisa and said, “Well, do you really think you can handle the Art, ne?”

Re: Sensei and Arisa

nk_1124_nuku_nuku

Arisa stood tall and proud before her Sensei. Belatedly, she remembered the tiny skirt, and her cheeks reddened. She didn’t change her stance though. “Yes, Takara-sensei. I am ready.” The embarrassed woman tried not to show her feelings. The damn skirt was so short!
The matching, sheer panties were just visible, as if shyly peeking out from under the ruffled hem. Arisa had been trained by the best in hand-to-hand combat and weapon skills. She could handle training in any form of the martial arts. “Sensei, just what Art am I training in?”

Re: Sensei and Arisa

St Fan, Kami of Writer’s Block

« Oh bon sang... je n’avais plus dormi comme ça depuis des années... »
(”Oh boy... I hadn’t slept like that in years....”) said a male voice coming from a door next to Arisa and Takara-sensei.

Rubbing his neck, Picolette Chardin entered the room, looking a bit disoriented. Despite having spent the night in them, his clothes didn’t look that much crumpled... proof that the Bishonen would probably stay impeccable whatever the circumstances. Only a slight sheen of blond beard of his cheeks betrayed that he wasn’t groomed for the day.

Blinking, he looked at Nodoka Takara and her guest, and saluted them: “Err... good morning... Takara-san, mademoiselle. Sorry to bother you... I certainly didn’t want to impose, but I guess I fell asleep.... I just can’t remember what happened exactly last night. Ahem... if I may ask, where are Pink-chan and your daughter, the redhead?”

Re: Sensei and Arisa

Louis F. Perico

Takara-sensei smiled warmly. “Good morning, Chardin-san... why don’t you have breakfast?”

She then got behind Arisa, whispering to her, “Now first, some more ‘discipline’ for you, my dear.”

She poked Arisa, immobilizing her. Sensei lifted Arisa’s skirt, then pulled the panties aside.

“Why not start with some fresh ‘peach’, Chardin-san?”

Re: Sensei and Arisa

nk_1124_nuku_nuku

“Sensei! What are you doing?” Arisa started to push Takara-sensei’s hands away, and gasped in horror. “I, I can’t move!” She stood there, still as a statue, while Takara-sensei actually offered her to a strange man! Sweat beaded her brow, but try as she might, Arisa couldn’t do more then wriggle her fingers slightly. “Wait! No fresh peach!” she stammered, as she watched the Frenchman. “Mistress!” she hissed quietly. “Please! I, um, I’m a lesbian! I don’t ‘do’ men!” Arisa’s cheeks went flush. She couldn’t get the sudden thought out of her mind: ‘Would a “LIVE” one be better then her numerous plastic toys?’ “Mistress?” she asked quietly, after taking a deep breath. “I apologise for my outburst. Is this part of my training?”

Re: Sensei and Arisa

St Fan, Kami of Writer’s Block

Chardin stopped rubbing his neck (still a bit strained from the latest stunt with Pink-chan) and stared with wide eyes at his host and the woman in kinky maid outfit.

“Wha... you mean... really? Now, Takara-san, I must say I rarely get such an offer for breakfast. Are you sure?”

He sat on a chair, facing Arisa though not invading her personnal space any, and heard her complaining that she was a lesbian and didn’t want him to touch her.

Shrugging, he said “Well, if you have a problem with men, I can solely use my tongue... that’s what Takara-sensei was meaning, I guess?”

Of course, Arisa had no way to know exactly what “using tongue” could imply when coming from a Chardin.

Re: Sensei and Arisa

Louis F. Perico

Sensei grinned at Chardin-san mischeviously. “Oh, my dear guest... of course you can use your tongue... and how VERY interesting... a lesbian? Arisa-chan, you have even MORE work ahead of you. I’m bisexual... your handicap may be the downfall of you... and yes, this IS part of your training.”

She moved Arisa closer so that her guest could have better access.

Re: Sensei and Arisa

nk_1124_nuku_nuku

Bisexual? The word rang in Arisa’s ears. She looked at the beautiful Sensei in a new light. “I...” Arisa took a deep breath. “I can do it!” she finally shouted, as she was bodily moved forward. It wasn’t like she was some blushing virgin, or anything. “I’ve used toys and stuff.” Stuff, that made her blush. Her mind went back to the night she lost her virginity. She had fired her first handgun at the age of fourteen. That night, while cleaning the gun the way mother had tought her, Arisa had picked up the barrel, and... the bluish steel was so cool and hard! She shook her head (about all she could move) and blushed deeper. She would not fail! “Takara-Sensei, I am ready for anything!” She glanced at the man eyeing her, and shivered. He wouldn’t be nearly as good as a woman at it, but maybe he’d be able to bring her off, in his clumsy attempts at oral sex. “Sir, you may break your fast with a little peach juice. Would that be to your liking?” Arisa’s eyes flashed at her Sensei. She would show them! She would not suffer any kid of downfall!

Re: Sensei and Arisa

St Fan, Kami of Writer’s Block

Chardin shrugged. “Well, it’s so politely offered... and I guess I can’t resist a woman dressed as a French maid.”

Under Arisa’s wary gaze, the man leant... backward, on the chair, instead of bending forward like she could have expected.

“If you would excuse me, my neck is still a bit stiff this morning from the little fun with Pink-chan, so I won’t strain it too much.”

Before the frowning Arisa could make any objections — the like of how the hell was he going to eat her peach if he didn’t lean down at all — the Frenchman opened mouth and...

... a long, pink snake burst out and coiled around the startled Arisa’s leg, before circling above her sex like a predator stalking a prey, giving it just a playful lick — for now.

Re: Sensei and Arisa

nk_1124_nuku_nuku

If Arisa could move, she would have ran like hell! She opened her mouth, and tried to cry out MONSTER! All that came forth was soft mewling sound. The impossibly long tongue thing was working its way slowly up her leg. It was coiling around her thigh like a snake! The tip, head, whatever it was, darted forward, and swiped across her panties! She could feel its moist heat, as it gave her sex a quick lick, right through the silk! Arisa was wrong about one thing. She could move. Her whole body began to tremble in a mix of fear and surprisingly, longing. Her sensei seemed to be enjoying this weird display. With an extreme effort of will, Arisa spoke, in a voice somewhat close to normal. “Sir, what are you?” she managed to ask calmy, while her body while still locked in place, tembled with something more then fear.

Re: Sensei and Arisa

St Fan, Kami of Writer’s Block

Since it is impolite to speak while sticking tongue, Chardin just smirked, amused by Arisa’s startled reaction.

The tip of his thing slowly slide past the hem of her panties — that the Mishima employee had pulled up over her sex against Takara-sensei’s advice. Probably a bad idea, since the mistress now had a pretext for punishing her little slave. The Frenchman, though, didn’t mind it a second.

Inside the undergarment, the muscular, wet appendage was rubbing the lips of Arisa’s vagina and circling her clitoris — at the same time. It seemed to hesitate between penetrating her fleshy folds or stimulating the sensitive nub of flesh. But maybe it wa;s just teasing, since Chardin’s tongue was probably skilled enough to do both task at once.

Re: Sensei and Arisa

nk_1124_nuku_nuku

“Oh!” Arisa gasped, as the warm, firm tentacle slipped into her panties. “Oh shit!” Her reactions were startling to her. She was growing wetter by the second! Takara-sensei glared at her when her panties where revealed to view. “Sensei, I apologize.” she stammered, as the probing continued between her legs. Her clitoris was being massaged by the pink invader, and Arisa’s trembling grew more pronounced. “Th-they go with the you-uniform.” she stammered. If word got back to Lady Akiko that she had disobeyed, she would be in deep trouble!

Re: Sensei and Arisa

St Fan, Kami of Writer’s Block

Arisa’s panties weren’t much of a hindrance for the inquisitive tongue of the Frenchman; he was mostly guiding it by touch anyway. It just spoiled him the sight of her pussy, but if she wouldn’t take them off... it certainly didn’t matter much.

Wiggling the tip of the appendage between the lesbian’s vagina and slowly penetrating the folds, Chardin wondered how long the slave-maid would stay upright before her legs betrayed her.

Re: Sensei and Arisa

nk_1124_nuku_nuku

Arisa moaned. A longing grew stronger, with each pass of the invading pink organ. If only she could move! She’d rip away those damned panties, and let that thing do what it could! Arisa found she could move, but not in the way she would like. The trembling in her legs increased dramatically. With a grunt of surprise, the unmoving girl fell to the floor. “OooF!” Even the pain of landing hard on her tushy couldn’t dispel the growing arousal she was feeling!

Re: Sensei and Arisa

St Fan, Kami of Writer’s Block

*BOING*

Chardin’s tongue was suddenly pulled taut by Arisa’s fall, vibrating comically from the sudden tension. Yet, the Frenchman didn’t hint of any discomfort from this; he barely even blinked.

Shrugging, he retracted the whole thing inside his mouth, leaving the poor maid with an acute feeling of emptiness. “Well, I guess that was too much for you.” he sighed. “Too bad you haven’t more standing power.”

Of course, he wasn’t thinking a word of it, but a little teasing seemed to be in order for the reluctant woman. Chardin was pretty sure Takara-sensei wouldn’t mind if he let Arisa simmer a bit before he got back to “eating” her.

“Now, if you please, I’m quite hungry in the morning. Could you be a dear and bring me a few dozens croissants, as many brioches, some crème fraîche, fruits, chocolate... and not to forget milk for drinking.”

Re: Sensei and Arisa

nk_1124_nuku_nuku

Arisa still couldn’t move! The big pink tongue-cock had left her. Why wasn’t she happy about that? “Sir? Can, can you ‘do that’ some more?” It had almost gome inside her! It wasn’t fair! Arisa didn’t fall on purpose! Her lust-filled mind was working overtime. That wasn’t a nasty cock! It was a tongue! A big, long, thick, wriggly tongue! So what if it was connected to a man?! “Sir! Please, please lick me some more!”

Re: Sensei and Arisa

St Fan, Kami of Writer’s Block

Chardin refrained from showing his smirk. A glance at Takara-sensei, who was watching appreciatively, was enough to know she was letting him handle this on his own, else she would have said something. So, he went on with his plan of confronting the pretense lesbian with her own shortcomings.

“Didn’t you hear what I said? I want my breakfast. I’m not going to do anything with an empty stomach.” he said while sternly crossing arms.

“If you want me to lick you some more... well, there’s a condition. I’m also in the mood for some canned fruit and Chantilly... if you can make yourself appetizing enough... I’ll consider using your body as a plate.”

Re: Sensei and Arisa

nk_1124_nuku_nuku

Arisa looked at Takara-sensei, and whimpered. “Mistress, please help me! I, I still can’t move!”

Re: Sensei and Arisa

Louis F. Perico

Sensei grinned, then worked on Arisa’s pressure points, allowing her to move again. However, Sensei was also quite stern, turning Arisa around to the kitchen and giving her a quick smack on her scantily clad tush!

“Don’t stand around... your guest has made a request, and he expects you to fufill it! Now get going!” she snapped, albeit with a mischevious smile.

Re: Sensei and Arisa

nk_1124_nuku_nuku

Arisa jumped when she was swatted, but her sensei’s smile eased her alarm. “Yes Mistress, right away!” Arisa hurried to the kitchen, praying for some canned fruit!

Arisa didn’t know what was wrong with her! That, that thing was trying to enter her! Sensei finally helped her regain her ability to move,and what was she doing? Searching for canned fruit and cream! “Oh God! Yes!” Arisa found a can of peaches! “Cream, please, oh please be in here!’ Chantilly! Arisa grabbed it, and hugged the cold container to her breasts. That’s when she found one more item. Fresh strawberries! The nervous maid found a serving platter, and a cute crystal bowl. She drained the syrup from the peaches, and arranged the segments in a layer of nice heavy sweet cream. The maid returned to the dining room. “Sir, I hope you enjoy your breakfast.” Before she could think it through and to herself. Arisa lifted her skirt, and slipped the panties down her legs. “Sir, I know you didn’t ask for them, but we have some nice fresh strawberries.” She picked up a plump berry, and dipped it into the cream. She gently licked the cream from the berry. She didn’t eat the berry though. With a slight tremble to her fingers, Arisa did something she never suspected she would ever do! Slowly, gingerly, the embarrassed maid inserted a plump strawberry into her damp sex. “Sir, may, may I feed you like this?”

Re: Sensei and Arisa

St Fan, Kami of Writer’s Block

Arisa noted with some worries that the Frenchman looked a bit disappointed by the platter she brought. Frowning sternly, he said: “My... that’s a really LIGHT breakfast. Those strawberries are a nice touch, but do you think I am on a diet?”

Looking down at her offered pussy, he sighed: “And though I don’t mind eating from this source, I won’t get satisfied solely with appetizers....”

Demonstrating the point, his long tongue suddenly darted out toward Arisa’s privates... lashing out with incredible speed, and emptying her of the strawberry. It was so fast that the reluctant maid barely felt a thing.

“Now, please, bring some more food... let’s say, enough to fully cover your... naked body!” he concluded with a smirk.

Re: Sensei and Arisa

nk_1124_nuku_nuku

Arisa was startled, when the long tongue entered her. Its stay was so brief that she hardly had time to register the flicker of intense pleasure. “Sir! Please forgive me! Give me another chance! I’ll do better! I swear it!” Arisa hurried to the kitchen. She didn’t bother looking around. She went to the telephone, and dialed a special number.

“Mishima Heavy Industries.” A young woman sing-songed.

“Listen carefully! This is an Alpha 22 code alert! I need an emergency delivery of supplies!”

A male voice took over. “What do you need? Firepower? Should we fuel up Poison One?”

“No! I need a plexiglass tub! Six foot by four feet! Fill it three quarters with fruit cocktail!”

“Very funny! Stop wasting my time!”

Arisa took a deep breath, then exhaled. “Do you know who I am?” she asked conversationally. “No, don’t answer, just listen.” She dropped her voice low, so as not to be overheard. “Get me that order in five minutes. If I don’t take delivery by then, I will hunt you down, and feed you your own feet! DO... YOU... UNDERSTAND?”

“Ma’am! Y-yes Ma’am! Right away, Ma’am!” he stammered, real fear in his voice.

“Good! I see you do know me!” Arisa hurried to the dining room. “Sir, please wait just a few moments more. I beg forgiveness for this delay!” She ducked back into the kitchen, just as armed troopers rolled in a large transparent bathtub. A tech officer from research brought in a long tube. He went right to work, and pumped fruit cocktail into the sparkling tub. “Get out!” she hissed, when the tub was filled to the three-quarter mark. Arisa wheeled the heavy tub into the dining room. Arisa stood next to the tub. Blushing furiously, the tall woman began to slip out of her maid’s uniform. Once nude, she carefully lowered herself into the chilly syrup laden fruit pieces. With a slight gasp, Arisa laid down completely. All that showed above the level of the fruit, was her face, and ample breasts. “Sir, forgive the delay. Breakfast is now served!”

Re: Sensei and Arisa

St Fan, Kami of Writer’s Block

Chardin’s eyes went o.O; a sweatdrop rolling on the back of his head. Getting back his bearing after a few blinks, he commented with a bit of awe in the voice: “Now... I must say... that’s a lot better.”

Standing near the oversized plate of fruits and sirup, he smileed. “Though... we’re not seeing much of you... but I’ll correct that soon.”

Leaning a bit toward the fruit cocktail enhanced with womanly flesh, his mouth suddenly extend into a tubular form... and started gulping the threat like a vacuum cleaner. In a few second, the level of food in the tub decreases dramatically, revealing the upper half of Arisa’s body.

“Now that’s better. Ho, but I wouldn’t want you to catch cold... let me give you a little massage.”

And indeed, the Frenchman started warming the offered woman... with his tongue! Licking every drop of fruit juice on her apparent skin, it wandered all over her, giving a little more attention to her breasts by coiling around them... but leaving her sex totally unattended.

Re: Sensei and Arisa

nk_1124_nuku_nuku

Arisa gasped. This was so weird. Late at night, she had often used Kyōko’s computer to surf the net. Her partner didn’t seem to know she was leaving a record of every site she visited. Arisa for some reason liked her friend’s taste in “Tentacle Hentai”. Arisa stared at the pink organ fondling her sticky breasts, and felt her body growing aroused. “Sir? Please? Could, could you go lower? Only if you want to!” she added hastily. She didn’t want to anger him, and cause him to stop!

Re: Sensei and Arisa

St Fan, Kami of Writer’s Block

“Go lower? Why should I?” teasingly asked Chardin. “It’s my breakfast. I take it the way I like.”

Picking the Chantilly Arisa brought earlier, he began to spread the light cream on her body in artistic patterns; over her breasts, her tummy, her navel.... He then adorn it with a few strawberries and other canned fruits, making the offered woman into a work of art, esthetically enjoyable as well as appetizing....

Re: Sensei and Arisa

nk_1124_nuku_nuku

Arisa bit her tongue. She was learning! If she made this unusual man angry, he might stop what he was doing completely! “Sir, I spoke out of turn. Please forgive this lowly maid!” Why was she acting like this? Arisa bowed to no man, but here she was, simpering and fowning! “I am only here to please you, Sir. Please take your breakfast any way you choose!”

Re: Sensei and Arisa

St Fan, Kami of Writer’s Block

“That’s the spirit....” a smirking Chardin answered.

As a small reward for her willingness, the Frenchman pursued the icing of Arisa’s body by adding cream and strawberries over her shaven sex, hinting that he might eat her out... later.

For now, he seemed to be more intent on her breasts... the mounds couldn’t be seen any more under the generous toping of Chantilly, but it would change.

First savoring the sweet treat, Picolette was picking the fruits one by one with deft licks of his tongue. It was obvious he was doing that solely for teasing the poor maid; she had witnessed earlier the incredible speed he could use when eating.

Re: Sensei and Arisa

nk_1124_nuku_nuku

Arisa trembled, but didn’t dare make any move to please herself. She just knew “Sir” would become angry if she did that on her own! His long tongue carefully flicked pieces of fuit from her breasts. Arisa cleared her throat softly. “S-Sir, is, is making his servant feel wonderful! Th-thank you!”

Re: Sensei and Arisa

St Fan, Kami of Writer’s Block

The snaking tongue’s licks and slashs were increasing in speed... now picking food from everywhere on the woman’s naked form... though giving a lot of attention to her breasts. Whipped cream and strawberries were replaced on top of the mounds as soon as they were cleaned... each time, the vigorous appendage lingering on the nipples, twitching, pulling and sucking them without any mercy.

Re: Sensei and Arisa

nk_1124_nuku_nuku

Arisa couldn’t help herself. She whimpered and moaned with each flick of that monster tongue. Her hands gripped the sides of the tub in a death grip, as she tried her best to keep them away from her sex.

Re: Sensei and Arisa

St Fan, Kami of Writer’s Block

Having finished licking clean most of Arisa’s body — giving an entirely new meaning to the “tongue bath” expression — Chardin finally took pity of the horny woman.

Eating with gusto the cream and fruit hiding her neither regions, his mouth and tongue threatened to reach soon the most sensitive parts.

Re: Sensei and Arisa

nk_1124_nuku_nuku

Arisa’s knuckles turned white, as she gripped the sides of the tub. “Thank you, Sir.” she whispered, as his fantastic tongue slowly approached her most secret center. “I, I never let a m-man do this before.” she said haltingly. “Do, do I please you?” It was true. Arisa wouldn’t ever let a man do anything like this. Somehow this was different. She felt compelled to do anything for this strange man! Something deep in her mind had changed, the second that long pink tongue touched her!

Re: Sensei and Arisa

St Fan, Kami of Writer’s Block

There was not much more food left to hide Arisa’s outer lips now, but yet the expert in martial art dining (and marital art eating) was not delving deeper in the hungry folds. Instead, he picked up the remnant whipped cream and strawberries, and his ice-blue gaze met her entranced eyes.

“You know... I prefer my Chantilly in a cup...” he commented in a casual tone, the food products hovering above Arisa’s snatch.

“Open up...” he added with a smirk.

Re: Sensei and Arisa

nk_1124_nuku_nuku

What was she doing? She was letting a man treat her like a servant! Like a sex toy! Her hands left the side of the tub. Slowly, they slipped along her sticky, wet body. “Y-yes S-Sir!” she stammered, as she slowly spread herself. Oh shit! She was so wet, and it had nothing to do with the fluid from the fruit!

Re: Sensei and Arisa

St Fan, Kami of Writer’s Block

Chardin appraisingly examined the open flower that Arisa was displaying for him. Quickly licking his lips (not hers... not yet!) he leant down to fulfill the fleshy cup with whipped cream, before letting fall a few strawberries, letting them sink one by one into the white foam.

It should be noted that Chantilly is best served cold. Very cold.

Re: Sensei and Arisa

nk_1124_nuku_nuku

Arisa moaned, as her body gave a noticable shudder. “Sir, it’s c-cold.” she whimpered. The confused woman just lay still and trembled. Somehow, in this kitchen, with this man, she felt the need to be controlled. She never felt this need before! Usually, she did all the controlling! She lived to strike fear into the hearts of mere men! Now it was her heart knowing fear. Not of pain, or abuse, but of something else. Would Chardin grow angry with her, and stop?

Re: Sensei and Arisa

St Fan, Kami of Writer’s Block

“It is?” asked Chardin offhandedly. “Oh, don’t worry... I’ll warm you soon enough....”

True to his, the Frenchman soon started working on Arisa’s chilled pussy. His long tongue diving into the snatch, taking the handy shape of a corkscrew.... To better gather every drop of cream and every lost fruits, even hidden deep into the love hole, he was thoroughly licking every nook and cranny, even some that just shouldn’t ever be touched by a tongue.

Re: Sensei and Arisa

nk_1124_nuku_nuku

“Oh Sir. OH SIR!” Arisa quivered as the fantastic tongue worked. Nobody had ever made her feel this way! It was a man! A man was doing things that no woman’s tongue had ever acheved with her!

Re: Sensei and Arisa

St Fan, Kami of Writer’s Block

“Doing things” poorly described what the tongue — or rather the tentacle — was doing to the amazed woman’s erogenous spots, but it was hard to put words on it anyway. The skilled appendage was setting aflame her nerves centers, dispelling any cold sensation very efficiently. Bringing Arisa closer and closer to climax, until...

It stopped.

Abruptly.

Without warning.

And retracted.

Standing back, Picolette Chardin II frowned, rubbing his chin.
“Drats... that won’t do. I fear I’ll have to stop.”

Re: Sensei and Arisa

nk_1124_nuku_nuku

“NOOO!” Arisa sobbed, as the probing tongue left her body. “Please, Sir! Please don’t stop!” The proud woman clasped her hands together as if in prayer. Arisa begged him. Arisa actually found herself pleading with a man! “Don’t stop! Oh God! Don’t stop yet! I’ll do anything you say! I’ll do anything you ever dreamed of doing! Just please don’t stop now!” She whimpered. “Sensei, please ask him to continue! I never, I never felt it like this before! Just a little more! Just one minute more, and I would have been there!” She stared up at her would be lover, her eyes pleading. “Anything, Sir! I swear it! I’ll do anything you say!”

Re: Sensei and Arisa

St Fan, Kami of Writer’s Block

The Frenchman has a hard time hiding his smirk as Arisa begged him frantically. Not that he ever doubted that he would bring her to this state — lack of ego had never been his problem —, but it was flattering to watch a professed dyke folding so nicely under his special treatment.

Still, the follower of the Marquis de Sade’s teaching was certainly not going to let it spoils his fun.

“But there’s a problem here...” he started in a casual, conversational tone. “I just wanted to have breakfast, but now I’m getting excited by all this... and I simply won’t allow it. I’m a teacher, you see, I just can’t walk into class with a bulge in my pants... what kind of example would I set for my students?”

Sighing, he turned his back to Arisa.

“And since you affirmed with so much persuasion that you were a lesbian, I just can’t rely on you to service me afterward... no really, I don’t see any other solution than calling it a stop.”

Re: Sensei and Arisa

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Arisa clasped her hands to her breast, as if in prayer. “Sir, please don’t do this to me! I can service you! I, I’m a lesbian, but I’ve had partners who like toys! I, I know how to fuck! Please, let me show you! You’ll be the first man ever to get inside me! I won’t just lay there! I’ll try very hard to make it good for you! I swear it!” The trembling woman thought a moment. “I could suck you! I never tried before, but I won’t gag or anything! I brush my tongue every time I brush my teeth! I don’t gag from that! You can stick your penis in my mouth. I’ll even swallow WHATEVER comes out!” The frantic woman made one more plea. “Sir, I, um, my hiney is virgin! I, uh, you could have that! Lick me some more, and I’ll do anything for you!” Arisa was never this frustrated in her life! “ANYTHING! I SWEAR IT!”

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This time, Chardin smirked openly, pleased by the frantic supplications. Though it certainly was the result he was seeking by leaving her all worked up and frustrated, it was certainly flattering for his special “talents”. To think that the proud woman would want his tongue so much that she was almost begging him to fuck her was a great turn on.

“Now... I must say you’re interesting me...” he said while rubbing his chin. “You’d better be true to your word.” he added while unzipping his pants. “Now... get on your knees... and show me you meant it.”

Freeing his erect manhood, he aimed the purplish, blood-engorged head toward her mouth.

“If you do a good job, maybe I’ll consider rewarding you by putting my tongue to work again.”

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Arisa scrambled up onto her knees. “Oh Sir, I am! I s-swear...” She gasped, when he unzipped his pants. “... it.” she concluded in a whisper. Arisa’s eyes opened wide, as she saw his member for the first time. Actually, it was her first time seeing a real live penis, in person! Were they really supposed to be that big? Arisa swore to obey, and she was a woman of her word. She leaned forward, slowly. For a moment, she just stared at the massive thing! It was bigger then any of the toys that have invaded her body! Her heart pounded beneath her breasts. Arisa stuck out her tongue. She leaned closer. The lesbian licked. Oh shit! She was licking cock! That was something she thought nobody could ever make her do! A musky taste filled her mouth, as she licked the little clear dribble from the pee-hole. Her curious hands reached for, and gently grasped the hot firm flesh. Silky smooth skin seemed to incase a rod of hard steel! “Is, is Sir like this, because of me?” she asked in confused wonder. The nervous woman took a deep breath, to settle her nerves. Then, she opened her mouth wide, and let the huge head pass between her lips.

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“Well, well, well... yes, you can say it’s mostly your fault....” Chardin mockingly answered. “You see, it’s not that hard... just put a bit of heart into the job and you can do it.”

He got a bit closer, so that the girl kneeling in the Plexiglas tub could have easier access to his member.

“Now, I guess the effort should earn you a little reward....”

Pinching his lips at the sight of her naked rump at the opposite side of her body, dripping with fruit juice, he partaked in the job of cleaning her.

With his tongue, of course.

Easily reaching the lower end of Arisa’s shapely body, the fleshy appendage started rubbing, stroking, licking, kneading, tickling, heating every square inch of her buttocks, retreating only now and then to bring the tasty honey to its master’s mouth. Each time, the slithering thing was getting closer to her sex, until it was teasing the outer lips.

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Arisa whimpered a little, as she took the huge head into her mouth. Oh fuck! She had a dick in her mouth! This was something she would have sworn would never happen in her lifetime! At first, she was almost repelled by the touch of it against her tongue. Then, something warm and wet touched her body! Effort and reward? Arisa moaned again, and gently sucked. She fluttered her tongue against the swollen head. This, this wasn’t so bad! The tongue growing ever closer to her dampness drove her to be more bold. Arisa began to slowly bob her head up and down the rigid shaft. She was very careful with her teeth, she didn’t want to have him stop on her! In an effort to get that wonderful tongue back at her sex, Arisa gave the supreme effort. With an odd gurgling sound, she forced the huge head into the tight opening of her throat! She managed to bury her nose againt his body, but could only hokd it for a few seconds. She gasped loudly, and pulled back. She didn’t give up though! With a slurp, she sucked up her own saliva, before trying again!

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Chardin retracted his tongue just long enough to make a comment:

“Mmmmh... for a first-timer... you’re doing good, Arisa-chan... you’re a natural....”

This compliment done, he got back to the job. Which consisted in shooting back the drooling appendage toward Arisa’s round bottom. There, it rubbed against her cheeks and thighs as it circled around the womanly slit... before slowly inserting the tip into the wet snatch... wiggling its way inside... slithering like a snake between the rosy folds... licking and spreading the outer and inner lips at the same time... teasing and stimulating erogenous spots and sensitive nerve centers... invading the lesbian’s love hole like no tongue or dildo had ever done before.

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Arisa looked up, her eyes smiling, as she carefully circled her tongue around his hard cock. There it was! That scary-wonderful tongue was sneaking playfully along her bottom. Arisa sucked harder, automatically, as the warm organ invaded her body. Oh, shit! It was going in deep! Arisa moaned, as her body filled with the talented snake-like thing!

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Filled was not exactly the word... the slim tongue wasn’t stretching her vaginal walls much... but on the other hand, it was coiling and rolling, touching, teasing, stimulating EVERY SPOTS AT ONCE... from her outer lips to her cervix with the G-spot in-between... not forgetting any little nooks and crannies, many sensitive nerve centers whom Arisa wasn’t even aware of.

Though the very distracted woman might not even hear it, the Frenchman deemed it was time to give a little warning:

“Mmmh... you’re doing very good with your mouth, Arisa-chan... just a bit more and you’ll get a mouthful of male juices for your efforts... mmmh... when this happen, be sure to swallow everything. I don’t want a single drop in my breakfast....”

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Arisa moaned in more then a little fear, as his words cut through her arousal. The tongue probing and swirling felt wonderful inside her, but, but not enough to distract her from what was happening in her mouth. Swallow?!? She did promise, she had even pleaded for the chance. Now that it was about to happen, Arisa was nearly in a panic! A man was going to ejaculate into her mouth! He expected her to swallow it all down! How could she do that? Her fear of his abandoning her now was growing stronger than fear of being used in this most degrading way. Arisa sucked harder, she had to get this over with! Oh God! She felt something! The cock in her outh gave a massive jerk! Sudden warmth filled her mouth! Arisa closed her eyes tightly, and tried to keep calm. Salty musk filled her senses. More was coming in! He wasn’t done! The fearful woman felt her cheeks swell with her growing mouthful. HE would be mad if she spit it out. HE would stop HIS wonderful tongue if any semen even dribbled from her lips! Arisa swallowed. Arisa swallowed again and again, as her mouth just kept on filling and filling!

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The intense pleasure of discharging his seed in Arisa’s hot mouth scrambled a bit Chardin’s control on his skilled tongue. Subitely forgotten, the flesh tentacle was bucking and twitching wildly into the woman’s snatch, curving and squirming against her wet folds. As it flailed around, its exposed part was smacking her buttocks and thighs.

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Arisa moaned as the wildly twisting organ pleased her in ways she never imagined. Arisa groaned as semen backed up into her nose! In pure panic, the spasming girl desperatly tried to swallow more! She coudn’t breath! Would HE ever stop? For all her fears, the thought of pulling off the ejaculating shaft never entered her mind. HIS order was to swallow every drop! Arisa had to try! She just had to, even if she drowned in spunk!

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Fortunately for Arisa, the squirting stopped before she drowned herself with her stubbornness. She didn’t know it, but Chardin was quite impressed by her oral talents. For a lesbian who claimed having never touched a man before, she gave him quite an enjoyable blowjob. His manhood still resting in her hot mouth, he let her finish to suck him dry.

Now that he regained some control of his tongue, he works harder on her reward. Coiling several time inside her tunnel, up to her cervix, the tip of the fleshy tentacle stretch back toward the entrance (making it an exit). By touch only, it found the hood of her clitoris and started licking and twiddling it very fast.

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Eyes watering, Arisa felt an overwhelming feeling of pride! She did it! She made HIM cum, and drank down every single drop! (Some did dribble out of her nose, but the fevered girl didn’t even notice. “Mmm?” she moaned. “MMMMMM!” The feelings of the wonderful tonguing increased! Arisa started to rock back and forth. She was hardly aware that the penis was beginning to inch its way into her throat. She made an odd gasping sound, as the still swollen head pushed past the opening. “MMMMMMM!” She felt her legs grow weak, as once again, her body spasmed. The lust-crazed woman wrapped her arms tightly around HIS hips. Her nose nestled in his pubic hair. Nostrils flaring, she desperatley tried to take in enough air to survive. At this point, she didn’t care if she slipped away! She just wanted this feeling to go on and on! Oh! It was happening! Body shaking, Arisa felt like her soul exploded! She contined to cling tightly to her new master, but she wasn’t exactly with him any more! The feelings (and oxygen deprivation) were too much, and the frantic girl had passed out, penis still lodged deep in her throat!

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Feeling Arisa cumming by every pores, Chardin finally withdrew his tongue with a contented smirk. As he was savoring the heady taste of her juices, he carefully pulled out his manhood from her sucking mouth. She was even accidentally deep-throating him toward the end, too bad he had been softening at the time.

Intent on complimenting her, he started:

“You were great, Arisa-chan! Now, for the tastiest threat... hu?”

Looking down at the slumping woman, he scratches his head, disconcerted.

“Oh boy... Takara-san, I think she fainted. Would you please give me a hand, I’ll need some help revive her.”

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Arisa could breath again! The confused woman lingered for a moment, in that safe warm place her mind had slipped away too. She let a man please her in the most personal of ways. She sucked a man! She sucked a man, and swallowed all he had to offer! Arisa’s world picture was forever changed. She liked what she had done! She liked sucking HIS cock! As her eyelids began to flutter, Arisa began wondering; what else would HE make her do?

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“Are you alright?” asked Picolette concernedly, seeing her eyelids move.

“I think you’ll need some rest... and maybe a bath first....”

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Arisa opened her eyes, and saw HE looked very concerned about her. “No, Sir, I’m fine!” she whispered softly. The proud young woman found herself in a strange new world. She hated men, she had no use for them, but, but HE was different! She woud follow HIM to the ends of the world, waiting for the chance to please her master again! “Um, Master, I don’t need to rest! I, I’d like to have a bath though, if....” Arisa blushed. “I mean, would you like to take a bath with me?”

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Chardin blink-blinked. That was weird, for a second she had a look very similar to the one Pink gave him earlier... just as she was offering herself as a sex slave... and did Arisa call him master?

“I think you still need some rest... you never know after one of those fainting spell. Though I agree it would be better if someone help you while bathing....”

He hesitated a bit, but not for long. A refreshing bath would be nice, anyway.

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Arisa looked up at her Master, and smiled. “If, if you say I should rest, I will.” Totally out of character, Arisa blushed. “Could I rest AFTER we have a bath, Master? I’ll go right to bed. I promose!”

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Chardin sweatdropped... now this was getting a bit out of hand.

“Err... I don’t see any problem with that... but you shouldn’t call me Master... you’re under Takara-sensei’s custody, if I understood correctly. I’m just a guest here, and I followed her suggestion... she’s the one in charge, remember?”

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Arisa blushed. “Takara-sensei is my Mistress.” she said quietly. The anger that thought once held seemed to have faded. Why did she feel so warm and comforted by it? “Um, I won’t call you Master, if you don’t like me too.” she continued. Se would think it, she would act as if it were true, but if Master offended HIM, she wouldn’t dream of saying it! “Sir, I hate to admit it, but, um, I don’t know your name. What should I call you?”

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Takara-sensei had stopped watching; she had been busy sitting, absorbing all the excess sexual-chi to her content.

Now she was a BIT miffed... not much, but just a little. So, she got out her katana (still sheathed, of course) and went *THWACK* on Arisa’s tush!

“Just a reminder, Arisa-chan... please address your guest without overdoing it... and IF you do it again, I may have to be... ’more rough’.” she said firmly.

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Arisa jumped when something whacked her head. She almost yelled! She spun around to take care of the jerk who smacked her, and saw Takara-sensei! The fire of her sudden anger went out with a fizzle. It was replaced with something close to fear. “Mistress! I’m sorry!” She said respectfully, then jumped when her bottom was sharply smacked. “I, I didn’t mean to over do!” Arisa didn’t know what to do! Nobody told her HIS name! She smiled up at him. “Please forgive me. Would you like to bathe with me now, Master, um, Sir?” That slipped out! Arisa cringed, expecting another blow to the ass.

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*THWACK*

Takara-sensei spanked Arisa again on the tush. She then grinned, saying, “Don’t make me get more drastic, young student!”

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Chardin looked warily between the slave and the mistress. That Takara woman was reminding him a bit too much of Madame Saint-Paul... he’d sure as hell not interfere into any punishment she’d want to deliver on Arisa.

“Err... that’s alright, Arisa-chan. I can’t believe I forgot to introduce myself. I am Picolette Chardin, deuxième du nom, heir to the French school of Martial Art Dining, and currently teaching the French language at Anime Hentai High School.”

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Arisa let out a yelp, and stood on her tippy-toes, after the next blow landed hard on her bottom. The confused woman didn’t dare admit (just yet) that it sort of felt good. “Sorry, Mistress!” she nearly yelled. “I’ll be more careful!” She turned back to her, um, guest. “My name is Arisa.” she said softly. “May I call you Chardin?” She blushed, looking at his still hard penis. “Would you like to join me in the bath, now?”

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“I’d like it... if your mistress permits...” the Frenchman answered.

Gently, he started massaging Arisa’s reddened bottom. It looked like he was doing it without even thinking, but it had the incidental effect of protecting the cute, rounded buttocks from another whipping from Takara-sensei.

“And would you like to also join us, Madame Takara?”

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Arisa’s eyes closed to slits. She nearly purred like a kitten, as her sore bottom was gently but firmly caressed. ‘Please join us, Mistress Takara!’ Arisa didn’t say it, in fact, she hardly let herself think it. Deep down, she hoped that if Takara-sensei joined them, the strong-willed Mistress would find reason to paddle her bottom again!

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Sensei replied, “You ARE my guest... you don’t need my permission; she’s yours to play with.”

She then resumed her seat, having a sip of her tea. “As for joining you... I want to see my student pass her ‘endurance’ training... so if you do plan on ravishing her... do be fierce about it.”

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“Well... I was intending to...” the Frenchman answered, scratching his head, “but now her health is a bit bothering me. Oh well, we’ll see.”

Scooping Arisa in his arms in a bride carry, he walked to the bathroom.

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Arisa gave a slight shudder when Mistress Takara gave her away like a party favor. For some deeply hidden reason, Arisa thrilled at being treated like a toy. She didn’t even know why! “I’m very healthy!” she assured, as she was picked up and carried. “You just surprised me! I can take it, I promise!” Her voice dropped lower. “Even if you are ‘fierce’ with me!”

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“Really?” Chardin responded. Then, he grunts as he lowered down Arisa on the bathroom floor. Maybe he shouldn’t have tried to show off by carrying her here... she wasn’t exactly light... whatever.

“If that so...” he started, stretching his back, “what are you waiting for to help me take off my clothes... slave?”

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Arisa jumped to her feet. “I’m sorry, Sir! Let me help you!” Her hands trembled as she helped him out of his clothes. Fierce? Why did she say that? Her mind spun, as she tried to imagine what he would do to her. She knew only one thing. Arisa was not going to offer any resistance. She gulped, and smiled shyly up at him. “Sir, how would you like to use my body?”

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“Well... in whatever way that’ll fit me...” the Frenchman answered, smiling. He had nothing against the little game of master-and-slave, as long as it didn’t get overboard, so he wouldn’t displease his host by being too nice to Arisa. He even had the feeling that the so-called lesbian was rather enjoying the sex-toy role.

“You have no need to know beforehand!” he concluded, slapping Arisa’s bottom again with the flat of the hand. She could tell that the situation was arousing him, his now freed manhood slowly stirring again.

“Now, wash me.” he simply said while sitting on the stool near the furo. Since it was a Japanese-styled bathroom, he would follow the custom of washing first and relaxing in the hot water later.

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Arisa squirmed when her bottom was slapped. “Yes, Sir!” She checked the water, and then carefully began pouring it over his body. She picked up a washcloth, and worked a nice head of foamy soap suds into it. Gently but firmly, she began to run the cloth over his skin. Arisa nearly moaned. His penis was practically calling to her! Would he want to put it in her? Oh God! What if he wanted it in her butt? A shiver of fear and excitment ran down her spine. Arisa’s face grew flush, as she tried to ignore her body. She caressed his back, working the suds against his skin. Arisa sighed, She couldn’t put it off any more! After washing his trim stomach, her hands dared to drop lower. Her eyes burned brightly, as she gently washed his manhood. She couldn’t help a gasp, as it grew firmer in her hands. “S-stand please, Sir.” she whispered. When he was on his feet, Arisa cleaned his legs. She made a soft little whimper, when her cheek accidentally brushed against his hardness. She had to do one more thing before rinsing. Her finger’s trembled slightly, as she eased them between the firm muscled cheeks of his bottom. When he was nice and clean, Arisa smiled shyly, as she began to rinse off all the suds. “Sir, with your permission, I’d like to wash myself before getting into the tub with you. I swear I’ll be very fast. Um, unless, uh, d-does Sir wish to, uh, h-help me?”

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“Tsk, tsk... methinks you talk too much Arisa-chan...” the smirking Frenchman answered. “And you took a lot of liberties right there... I asked you to wash me, not trying to pleasure with your caresses... are you hoping to escape your duty by getting me off prematurely?”

Towering above her, his presence made more intimidating by his hard on standing proud and straight, he grabbed a towel and squeeze it between hands.

“Of course I am going to wash you... you’re covered in fruit juices, a speedy cleaning won’t do. You wouldn’t want to soil that nice warm water, would you?”

He then pointed a free spot of floor in the bathroom. “But first, I’ll have to punish you for your presumptuousness. Get on all four, your ass turned toward me....”

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Arisa’s heart nearly skipped a beat. “No, Sir!” she cried. “I, I didn’t mean it like that at all!” Oh shit! He thought she was trying to just get him off as a cheap quickie!
“No, I wouldn’t want to soil your bath, Sir!” The once proud woman gulped, as she quickly moved to the spot indicated to her. “I’m sorry, Master.” she whispered, drifting back into this more respectful mode of address. She hastened to her hands and knees, and lifted her bottom high in his direction. The word “fierce” rang in her mind, and Arisa whimpered. “Master, I’m really very sorry!” She was beginning to tremble. Arisa was shocked to discover that she couldn’t tell if it was fear of desire making her body quiver.

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“That’s half the way to being forgiven...” Chardin reassuringly spoke. Yet, he was still wringing the slightly wet towel in his hands.

“Now, the other half....”

Slashing sharply the bathroom implement, it slapped Arisa’s bottom with a loud *SMACK!* For those who don’t know, a wet towel against naked flesh does hurt... or at least give a lasting stinging feeling... and it was just the start.

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Arisa jumped. Her bottom felt hot with stinging pain. Still on her hands and knees, she sniffed back sudden and shameful tears. “I’m sorry!” she cried, as her body tensed. Arisa the strong, Arisa the forceful, Arisa the woman that didn’t take anything from any man, was having her ass whipped! She was having her ass whipped by a man! To her complete shame, she couldn’t bring herself to even run away. Deep in her mind, she made a discovery. All her life she had been strong, and in charge. Now, she finally had someone who could take her in hand, and show her when she was bad. “I’ll be good!” she whimpered, as she waited for another stinging blow. “I’ll do whatever you say! I promise!”

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Not paying any heed to Arisa’s tearful pleadings, Chardin whipped again and again the shapely bottom, alternating between the butt cheeks, giving them a nice rosy color.

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Arisa was a strong, well-trained woman. She coud have easily turned around and beat Chardin into submission. This thought never even entered her mind. She stayed in her hands and knees. Every blow made her jerk forward. Every blow made her whimper and sniffle. “P-p-please n-no more!” she whined between blows. “I’m sorry Sir! I’ll be a good girl!” She had more then one reason for wanting him to stop. It hurt, but that wasn’t it. Arisa was ashamed at how damp she was getting.

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Chardin finally stopped, putting the towel away. Good thing Arisa couldn’t see his wide smirk.

“Now, now, Arisa-chan, no need to cry... that’s for your own good... I was worried you would faint again... now I’m sure you’re wide-awake....”

Kneeling behind, he grabbed some washing implement.

“Now, let’s get busy cleaning you....”

Said cleaning started, in Japanese tradition, by a bucket of cold water... right on her sore bottom!

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Arisa sniffled back her tears. “I, I won’t faint again. I promise!” She felt a delightful shiver run down her spine, as Chardin knelt behind her. He really was going to wash her. Arisa took a deep breath, and relaxed. Seconds later, she was squealing as she collapsed onto the tiled floor. “C-c-cold!” she wailed, as the icy water splashed over her nearly glowing bottom. She scrambled back to her hands and knees, and shivered, as she waited for another icy blast. “I, I’m s-sorry. I slipped, Sir. It won’t happen again.”

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“Don’t worry...” the honey-tongued Frenchman commented.

He leaned closer to her... lying himself on her back... his hard manhood bumping against her buttocks.

“Now that you’ve cooled down... let’s warm you again....”

His hands reaching her front, he started soaping and lathering her tummy and breasts... with deliberately slow strokes... his whole body feeling burning hot after the cold shower... his wand rubbing the sore and reddened cheeks of her derrière and sliding along her cleft.

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Arisa moaned. Her sore bottom felt something huge and hard against it, and she trembled. Hands reached under her, and slowly caressed. Arisa bit her lower lip. She quivered, and whimpered. She wanted those warm hands to find her center, but didn’t dare presume. She was here for HIS pleasure. She wouldn’t dare risk making him upset with her own needs.

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Picolette Chardin II gave Arisa a thorough washing, lathering her breasts, sides, back, bottom and legs, covering her in soapy foam. Occasionally, his hard shaft bumped against her flesh, and he lingered into long body-to-body contact.

Though his erotic massage didn’t miss much erogenous spots, all along it stayed in the range of teasing, feeding the heat into Arisa’s loins but never letting her any opportunity for release.

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Arisa sobbed with her needs. She couldn’t hold her tongue any more. “Please?” she begged. “Can I orgasm?” she asked, her voice a low and husky whisper. “Please, Master. Could you touch me down there? Just a little more?”

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“What is that?” Chardin retorted, frowning.

“Excuse me, but my mastery of the Japanese language isn’t perfect... I believe I heard you begging for... orgasm?

“Of course, that couldn’t be. Not after what your sensei just ordered you.... You would never be so callous as to ask your mistress’ guest to... masturbate you? Thinking only of your pleasure and not mine... that’s just not possible, right, Arisa-chan?”

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Arisa sobbed. “Please. Please don’t tell her!” she moaned. “Sir, w-wouldn’t it please you, if, if you made me ‘do it?’ I’ll do anything you say afterwards. I swear it!”

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“What? Conditions, now?” Chardin snarled in mock-anger. “That’s intolerable. Your mistress already compelled you to do whatever I wish, why would I be nice for the same result? Didn’t you already have enough with one spanking? Need I punish you more?”

He crossed legs next to Arisa, his hard on proudly standing from his groin like a straight mast. “Don’t you think I’m aroused, too? Are you that ignorant of male needs? Any ordinary guy would already have speared you without any regard for your comfort. I’m being a gentleman by offering extensive foreplay, and how I am rewarded?”

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Arisa cringed. She didn’t mean to, but she made him angry! “I’m so sorry, Master. You’re r-right, I, I was so thoughtless!” She crawled on her hands and knees towards him. “I’ll make it up to you!” she whispered, a note of pleading in her voice. She inched closer, and kissed the head of his cock. “Please forgive me, Sir.” she breathed, as she got up, and squatted before him. “Your pleasure is what is important. I know that now.” She leaned closer, and took his shaft between her full breasts. She looked up at him, and was inspired. “Sir, spit on me.” she breathed. “I, I have no oils, or anything. Spit on my breasts, so you’ll have a more pleasant time fucking them.” Embarrassment and arousal fought a bitter battle in her mind. Arousal won. “Sir, please? Spit on me, then, then when I give you pleasure, um, if, if you have to, um, you can releave yourself on me too. I am your object, your toy. Please let me do anything you ever imagined doing, but, but could never find a partner willing to do!”

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“Now that’s a better disposition...” Chardin smirked. “But I won’t spit on your lovely breasts... you’re covered in soap, that should be enough to make it slide... you really don’t have much experience doing that, right?”

He grinned.

“Then again... I wonder if your willingness to give me a titty-fuck is just your way of delaying the MAIN event....”

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Arisa blushed. “Yes, sir, I, I mean n-no sir, I, I never even touched a penis b-before today.” The powerful, self-assured woman felt embarrassed and stupid. “I, I can do this right.” she whispered, as she began to move her breasts up and down his hard shaft. “Sir! No! I wouldn’t try to delay you! Just speak what you want, and I’ll do it for you.” Her voice quivered, as she continued quietly. “W-whatever it is, I’ll do it. Um, a-anything at all. I’m for your pleasure. You, you can use me any way y-you l-like.”

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“Good....” Chardin commented, gently tapping on top of Arisa’s head. Like you would do with a puppy dog. It was demeaning, but it was part of the little game.

“Since you’re so inexperienced, you shouldn’t try so hard and attempt complex things. You’ll learn in time. For now, you’d better let me take the initiative. Let’s see....”

He stood up and peered down at Arisa, thinking.

“Well... I was thinking of doing it doggie-style, but... since it’s your first time, I’d like to see the look on your face... so it’ll probably be best if you’re lying on your back....”

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Arisa blushed with shame, over being treated as a good doggie. Or, to be more accurate, she blushed in shame over LIKING being treated as a good doggie. Her heart skipped a beat. He, he wanted her virginity! In all her times playing with Kyōko, she had ALWAYS been the one wearing the strap-on! She was untouched! Arisa couldn’t help the slight moan that escaped her lips. “L-lie on my back?” she asked in a stunned whisper. She began to tremble. She had thought he’d want to do her bottom, or maybe even another blowjob! This was scary! Arisa tried to steady her nerves, and laid down, right on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor. She just had to obey! She never even thought to say no! The frightened woman tried hard to force it away, but the date kept creeping back into her mind! Today? Oh god! Why did it have to be this day? She did some rapid calculations. SHIT! She was most likely quite fertile, RIGHT NOW! “Anything you wish, my master.” she whispered haltingly, as she spread her trembling legs. Arisa was about to loose her virginity, and probably get knocked up on her very first time with a man!

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“Mmmh... nice view...” the Frenchman commented, idly stroking his shaft to ascertain its hardness.

“Now it would be even better... if you spread a bit your nether lips with your fingers.”

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Oh Shit! Oh crap! Arisa saw a glistening drop of fluid bead over his pee hole! It had to be teaming with sperm! Her hands shook, as she slowly spread herself open for him. “L-like this, Master?” she moaned. Dear god! She was so wet, even though she was scared almost witless! Lady Akiko Natsume had planned on using her as a breeding factory for that schoolgirl android’s frozen eggs. Thankfully, Arisa had been released from that duty.... Now this was happening! Her heart pounded as she stared at that wickedly dangerous weapon her master was stroking. She worked up her nerve, and tried to warn him not to stick it inside her. To the shaken woman’s shock, she didn’t exactly say what she really meant. “I’m a virgin.” she whispered, as she watched that beautiful hard shaft. She was a fool to think THAT would slow any man down! She spread her legs wider, and lifted her knees. The frightened woman was offering herself to him. She offered her body, she offered her fertile womb. She opened her mouth again, intending to plead with him not to get any semen in her. All that came out was a low moan of pure sexual heat. “Master! Oh Master!” she breathed, but somehow she just couldn’t get the proper words of warning out!

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“Oh yes, I would have bet you are....” Chardin answered as he knelt between Arisa’s legs.

His fingers gently touched the puffy inner lips revealed to him. To make sure of her moistness, he slowly pusheed two fingers inside her snatch. He then licked them of her honey.

“But you seem perfectly wet enough. It should slide easily in.”

Positioning himself above the woman, holding himself with both hands, his eager shaft bumped and rubbed against the exposed cunny. It didn’t enter, though, from his position he just couldn’t aim it right, or maybe he was teasing her again.

“Hum... look like I’ll need a little help here. Could you please guide it inside with your hand?”

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Arisa was shaking from more then just fear. She could just ask him nicely. There were sure to be some condoms in this house, somewhere! “Yes, Master.” she breathed, as her hands moved as if on their own. One hand grasped the massive shaft, while the other went to her own dampness. She spread herself! Oh God! Why was she doing this? Arisa spread her dampened inner sef, and placed the head of his throbbing shaft against her opening. She moaned deep in her throat. The head of his cock was slippery with precum! Dear god! Even now, sperm was beginning to enter her body! Arousal and fear gripped her. Her body’s needs far surpassed her desperate fear of pregnancy. “Master,” she whispered, “My body belongs to you now.” She bit her bottom lip, while staring up into his handsome face.

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“That’s nice to hear....” the Frenchman commented.

With the gentleness needed for dealing with a virgin, he slowly pushed the tip of his penis inside Arisa’s wet snatch. He was a bit surprised when he met a barrier.... With an active woman like Arisa, the hymen was probably quite weakened and wouldn’t offer much resistance, but he wasn’t expecting it.

“Mmmh? Didn’t you say you toyed with dildos before? I would have thought....”

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Embarrassment made Arisa’s face so red it nearly glowed. “I, I was always...” Her voice dropped to the lowest of whispers. “... the boy.” He was inside her! He was so big, but still had so much more to go! Arisa shivered. “I, I wore a strap-on. I, I never allowed Kyōko to do it.” She took a deep breath, trying to settle her fear. “I, I forced her to do it with me! I fucked her all the time, but she never had the guts to take me on!” Her old pride and stubbornness resurfaced for a moment. The moment passed, before she quite had the nerve to ask him to stop and get a condom. She closed her eyes. “Forgive me, Master. I spoke out of line.” She opened her eyes, and smiled nervously up at him. “All this time. I, I didn’t know it, but, bit I was saving myself for you, Master.”

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“So you did....” Chardin enigmatically commented, not letting his thoughts show on his face.

“And now... how does it feel to be the one underneath? The one dominated? The one getting screwed?”

Not waiting for her response, he added “This may hurt a bit....” before ramming his hard cock into her hot snatch, bringing her virginity to a swift and merciful ending.

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Arisa moaned. She was being dominated for once in her life. This was all so new, but, she, she loved it. She didn’t have to think or anything. Chardin was in charge, that’s all she had to know. It wasn’t very painful, but tears filled Arisa’s eyes, as her maidenhood finally was taken from her. “It, it feels...” Arisa gasped through her tears. “... it feels like this is what I was meant for. This is what I waited for, Master!” The proud young girl whimpered, as her body was freely given as a toy for a man’s pleasure.

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“Well, congratulations, Arisa-chan. You’re no longer a lesbian, but are officially bisexual!”

Pushing his hip downward, he drove his manhood fully into her love hole, invading her completely. He settled there, not moving any longer, to let her get used to the feeling.

“Now, tell me if it hurt. If you’re alright, we can start the real fun....”

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Arisa stiffened, but it wasn’t from pain. That was a pleasant surprise. Just a little pain, and she was no longer a virgin! She trembled just the same. The head of his cock was so deep inside her! Oh God, he was probably dribbling sperm into her this very second!
“I, I’m fine.” she whispered, as she shook. ‘Please don’t cum!’ her mind cried, but she couldn’t force the words out. “Start the fun?” she asked weakly, not realizing it sounded like she was asking him to do just that.

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“Yes, start the fun. Since you’re inexperienced, I’ll start slow. Tell me if you like it faster.”

So, he grabbed her legs behind the knees, lifting her butt from the bathroom floor. Arisa’s feet were dangling in the air on each side of the Frenchman, her plump thighs spread even more. This allowed him to kneel and guide Arisa’s body with his arms along his shaft.

He put the position to good use, sliding in and out of the former virgin’s snatch with deliberate, slow strokes. Almost emptying her love hole, before impaling her again, the hardened flesh was forcing its way through the slick folds. Arisa could see a bulge forming above her Venus mons, inflating and deflating as the prick came and went in her inner depths. She even got a glimpse of small ring of pink flesh circling the cock with each exiting move, as if sucking it back inside.

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The sound of Arisa’s moans rang out clear in the empty bathroom. Empty that was, except for her, and her Master! She was so embarrassed by it all. She had sworn never to let a man have her, and here she was, letting a man use her as a toy, at the most dangerous time of the month for her! The trouble was, deep down, she wanted to be this man’s toy! She wanted him to use her, to make her do things she never dreamed of doing before! Words finally formed. “Good! It’s so good!” she whimpered. She watched as his hardness entered her body. Her heart once again managed to skip a beat. “M-Master, I, I...” She gulped, feeling herself swept up in his passion. She tried to warn him! She really did! She just couldn’t get the words out right! “Will you, um, cum in me?” she asked softly, as her body seemed to catch fire. No! Her mind screamed, he can’t! He mustn’t cum inside! He was her Master now, and she just couldn’t bring herself to spoil his enjoyment of her body. It was true he was using her as his toy, but Arisa made frightening discovery. The toy loved it! She couldn’t warn him about not being protected, because a small tiny part of her soul wanted to get her due! If she was a bad girl, and played with boys, she was gonna have a big belly! That’s what her maiden Aunt always told her! Arisa was being bad, and it was oh so good!

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“What’s the matter, Arisa-chan?” Chardin asked. Though his breathing was a bit ragged, his voice stayed firm as he was filling the woman with warm cock. Pushing her legs further forward, he forced Arisa to bend at the hips. Now, her shaking legs on either side of her and feet almost at head level, Arisa’s upturned ass and invaded pussy were the higher part of her body.

“Oh, I think I see...” he continued while humping her more intently from this new position. Moving up and down above her, his weight was crushing Arisa each time the asoko was ramming deeper into her love tunnel. To correct the imbalance and the discomfort Arisa might feel, he stopped just long enough to grab Arisa’s hands one by one, and have her keep her legs spread in this posture by herself, not even allowing her a say in this.

“You’ve never been... with a man before... so I can guess... you’re not on the pill, right?” Arisa could only marvel that he was still able to do idle talk in this situation. Now that he was standing more upright, he could better control the pace... taking advantage of it to increase the rhythm of the ride.

“That... may be... a problem...” he commented between pants, guiding her hips with his hands. His thighs slapped regularly against her buttocks, still a bit raw from the previous towel-whipping, adding pin-prick sensations to the raging heat inside her groin.

“Maybe... we should... stop... then....” he concluded, still fucking her like mad.

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The feelings were growing within her. Arisa whimpered softly. She could hardly think any more.
“No!” she wailed. “I, I’m not pro-protected!” She was being filled! Oh God! How could she have known it would feel this good? “Master, what, uh, uh, what if I get pr-pregnant?” Arisa felt her release growing closer, and for the moment, forgot herself. “Please don’t stop!” she cried. Her mind froze, as her body longed for pleasure. “Please, Master, j-just a tiny bit more! So close! So so close!” Arisa was playing a dangerous game now. One stroke too many, and semen would boil into her body. One stroke too little, and the orgasm slowly building within her would never unleash! Without thinking, Arisa’s legs hooked around his back. “Jush lil’ more!” she slurred, as her body quivered. “Please, M-Master, don’t cum!” she managed to scream, as her body convulsed. Her legs unwittingly gripped him tightly to her, as her body began its joyful spasm.

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Caught in the leg-locks, Chardin did not lose his smile as Arisa bucked and writhed wildly. Falling back on his knees, he used his free hands to squeeze her breast rather roughly, increasing the strength of her orgasm.

He groaned as juices hosed from her snatch, and fleshy folds clamped on his manhood. His prick was certainly aching for release, yet he managed to keep his self-control, and not to cum in her eager pussy.

“My, my... I’m disappointed, Arisa-chan.” the Frenchman said to the panting, sweaty woman underneath him. “What kind of man do you think I am? One that would put you at risk of getting pregnant just for a little tryst? Do you think so lowly of me?

“And you seem to lack a lot of knowledge about the male anatomy... you sucked me dry shortly earlier, it’ll take a bit more efforts to bring me to ejaculation anew so soon.”

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Arisa tried to calm her pounding heart. He didn’t cum! “Oh, Master, I’m so sorry! I, I thought...” She closed her eyes, and rested a moment. That’s when his words fully sank in. Little tryst? Was that all she was? Arisa looked up at her Master’s face, and couldn’t help herself. Tears welled up in her eyes. “Master, I didn’t mean to upset you. I, I’m just your entertainment, that’s all. I, I shouldn’t have worried!” A sob escaped her lips. “I, I’m just your little tryst. I hope you like playing with me, Master.” She wiped tears from her eyes. She should have shut her mouth! She should have just let him cum in her! Now he was mad, and would go away, and she’d never get to be with him again! “I’m so sorry Master! I wasn’t good enough! I tried, but I just wasn’t! Please don’t go away! I’ll never complain again! I’ll do anything you say!” She couldn’t bring herself to say it, but she knew he knew what she meant. She wouldn’t say a word if he came in her! She was scared, but her own feelings didn’t matter. If he wanted to make her pregnant, she had no right to stop him!

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“Now, now, what’s all the fuss? Why those tears? You seemed to enjoy yourself a minute ago.” he inquired with warm smile.

“But of course I’m still going to play with you... that’s what was agreed... you already promised yourself in the kitchen, have you forgotten? No need to reiterate. Indeed...”

He pulled out from Arisa’s snatch, her love juice dripping freely on the floor. His still erect shaft jerked upward once freed, mesmerizing Arisa’s gaze.

“... I’d like very much to cum in you... but do not worry, I won’t make you pregnant. I just thought about what you proposed earlier... that if I wanted, I could have your pretty ass. Now is the right time, I think, don’t you agree?”

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Arisa dried her eyes. “Please forgive me, Master?” she asked with a weak smile. “It wasn’t right of me to doubt you like that.” Her heart began to pound again, as she looked at his damp hard cock. It looked huge! Her smile grew. She helped do that! Her smile wilted a bit, when she thought of her promise. “Yes, um, you can cum in me.” she stammered. She looked up at him, and dared to make a request. “Could, could we go to a bedroom, Master?” Arisa had never done it before, but had read something online. If she lay on her back, and pulled her legs up high, and her new Master stood by the side of the bed, her, um, insides would line up better. “Master, it would be much better for you, if we had a bed. Wouldn’t it?”

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“Well, usually I would agree that a bed is better... but you haven’t even finished your bath... and right known I’m too horny to wait till the bedroom... I want your pretty arse now! So, get on all four....”

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“Master, I thought that if I was on my back....” Arisa saw a flash of irritation in his eyes. She closed her mouth so hard her teeth clciked. “Forgive me, please.” she breathed, as she scrambled to get on her hands and knees. She raised her rear end as high as she could. Arisa trembled as waited. “My, my body is yours. Um, my ass belongs to you, Master.” She slipped up a tiny bit. “Is, is my ass really pretty?” she asked shyly, while waiting for it to be impaled on that massive shaft.

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“Why, of course... would I want it if not?”

The Frenchman gently squeezed the malleable flesh of the offered buttocks, spreading the cheeks a bit to inspect her small hiney.

“No, the first thing is to insure lubrication... fortunately...” He trailed off as one finger surprisingly invaded her still dripping snatch. “... it seems you’re providing enough of it....”

Now smeared with her juices, he gently eased the finger past the ring of her tight anus, to coat her inside with the natural lubricant.

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“OOOOooh!” Arisa was surprised. A finger up her hiney felt kind of nice! It felt so big and firm inside her. A finger felt that big? She looked back at her Master, and shuddered. His penis was huge! A finger was tiny compaired to THAT! She shuddered, and clamped down on the invading finger. “M-Master, um, you have a very big penis!” she blurted out. “W-will it fit?” What she wanted to ask was, ‘Will it kill me?’ Arisa shivered in a strange mix of fear and arousal. She couldn’t say no to him, she just couldn’t! The thought of that huge penis forcing its way deep inside her was very scary, though!

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“Well, you know the saying...” Chardin answered, taking his time, as he repeated the process with his finger, gathering anew love juices and pushing them into her backdoor.

“... we’ll never know... unless we try....”

That said, he aimed the tip of his very erect penis at her backdoor, the bulbous head brushing the sensitive flesh of her rosy ring.

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Arisa grew quite frightened, as his penis began to press against her hole. “It won’t fit!” she cried out, although she made no move to stop his attempt. She cradled her head on her arms, and tried to will her body to relax. “OWWWW! OWWWWW!” she moaned, as the pressure started to grow. “Master!” she shouted. “It’s, it’s not going in! Too big!!!!”

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“Hmmm... yeah, I think you’re right...” Chardin pondered, stopping the push.

“I guess natural lubricant is not enough... we’ll need something else.”

Looking around, he spotted just the right thing in the well-furnished bathroom: a bottle of body oil. Picking it, he started smearing a bit of the stuff on his shaft, before opening Arisa’s puckered hole with two fingers to let a dribble of the liquid flow into it.

“Relax, Arisa-chan... this should do the trick.”

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Arisa was panting with fear, and something else. “Master, I, I’m sorry it didn’t go in!” she shouted, as oil dribbled into her bottom. “I’m trying! I really am! I’m trying to relax my hiney for you! Honest!”

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“Don’t worry, I see you do your best... for a first-timer, you’ve already impressed me.” Chardin soothingly answered, spreading the goo inside Arisa’s tightest hole with a finger.

“It wouldn’t do if you only feel pain... I’m not that kind of man. Notice, though, that pain is definitely a part of it... some women just can’t ever enjoy anal sex... so far, you seem to bear it pretty well... tell me if this feel uncomfortable....” he asked while tentatively pushing the finger past the second knuckle into the greased hiney.

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Arisa gasped. “M-Master, it feels um, kind of nice!” She blushed deeply. “Master?” she added quietly. “I, I even liked it some, the first time you tried. I just got scared when it hurt a little. I’m sorry. I’ll be brave now, I promise!” She wriggled a little, and gasped again. “Oh! Master! Your finger is really deep now! I feel it, way up inside me!”

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“Well then... no need to tarry...” her lover concluded, withdrawing the finger to replace it with his shaft. “If you’re so enthusiast, let’s get going while you’re still in the mood.”

The bulbous head started pushing the now well-lubricated hole, parting the small ring of flesh.

“Once inside, though, there won’t be any turning back... I’ve delayed long enough... I really need to cum in that tight ass of yours.”

Gently but steadily, the Frenchman vanquished the resistance of her asshole, intend on conquering territory where the sun never shine....

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Arisa squirmed and whimpered, as the huge shaft worked hard to enter her. “OHHH! OHHH! It’s, it’s doing it!” With a small screech of pain, the swollen head poped right in! The strong, independant woman whimpered and sucked her thumb, as the huge shaft sank slowly into her body. “Master!” she finally cried, as her eyes teared. “It, uh, uh, d-doesn’t hurt!” she lied, as her body writhed

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“Are you sure?” Chardin sweetly asked, delighting in the feeling of his glans squeezed by the so-tight hole.

“Well, that’s perfect then. I can go further....”

Gripping Arisa’s nice and round buttocks, he slowly pushed his rod deeper into her ass. The lubricant was easing the progression, but the hard cock was no less stretching the former lesbian’s anus more than she would have believed possible.

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“GWAHHHH!” Arisa moaned, as the huge shaft sank deeper. “In my butt!” she moaned. “It’s, it’s in my ass!” she finally screamed

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“Why, of course Arisa-chan... where else would you want it to be?” the Frenchman ironically retorted. “You told me it didn’t hurt... would you have in any way...”

Trailing of, he leaned over the woman’s back (incidentally driving his mast deeper into her bowels) to grab her breasts from behind.

“... lied to me?” he concluded, squeezing the soft flesh of her boobs.

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Arisa bit her lower lip. “HOWWWWWWWAGH!’ she finally cried out. “Master! I-I-I-didn’t mean to lie!” she gasped. “It, it’s too big in me! I’ll die! You’ll split me open!” she screamed as her body fought to adjust to the huge invader inside it.

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Not pushing any longer, Chardin continued toying with Arisa’s breasts to distract her from the pain.

“Tsk, tsk, now you’re overreacting... you shouldn’t have promised me your bottom if you couldn’t take it....”

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Arisa bit her lower lip, and tried to stop whimpering. “I, I did, promise!” she breathed. She tensed, and tried to ready herself. “I PROMISED!” she cried out, as she rammed her bottom backwards at her master. Arisa let out a very unlady like grunt, as the huge cock buried itself soundly in her rear end.

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“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Chardin protested. He wasn’t expecting Arisa’s action. “No need to strain yourself that way... I’m the one doing the humping, here, remember?”

Though it felt very nice to have his dick incased in warm flesh, he was pinning the woman there to prevent her for doing any more brash move. He was already very close to climax, and he wanted to enjoy Arisa’s bottom as long as possible.

Still squeezing her nipples, and leaning against her tense body, he asked “You seem to take it pretty well, finally... how does it feel like? You think you can handle a good ass-fucking?”

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Arisa’s eyes were nearly bulging out of her head. Perhaps that wasn’t her best idea. “OOOOOWWWWW! Oh Ow! I’m, I’m gonna split open!” she whimpered, as the huge member filled her more then she ever dreamed possible. “Huh? M-Master?” she gulped. “Y-you mean...M-Move it? Move it... in, um, and out?” Arisa braced herdelf. “Yes, M-Master. I, I can handle it j-just f-fine!”

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“You’re lying...” Chardin flatly said.

“No importance, though... I’m going to burst very soon. That won’t last long. I was hopping you to enjoy it, but apparently that’s not your trip... too bad... but anyway, the slave is not necessarily supposed to have a good time, hum? Pleasing the master is all that count, right?”

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“Y-yes, Master. Use my body f-for your p-pleasure!” This was said through tightly clenched teeth. Each time he moved just a little bit, Arisa couldn’t help a very unladylike grunt. It hurt, but to her total surprise, it also felt kinda good! Her body was bringing him pleasure, and that was most important! Perhaps in his need, Master wouldn’t notice if she took a small liberty. Arisa braced herself with one hand, and then slowly moved the other between her legs. Her hiney was painfully full, but that didn’t stop her fingers from eagerly exploring her own dampness. “Master, does, does my hiney feel good? Do, do you like sticking your big cock into my tight hiney?” She gasped, and her body shuddered. This wasn’t entirely from her anus being painfully full, either! “I hope you do! Master, I hope my body makes you want to shoot out cum! I, I hope, I hope you shoot, deep into my butt!”

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“Now that’s better...” Chardin smirked. He noticed Arisa pleasuring herself with her fingers, but didn’t mind. “It seems you’re getting excited by this. And yes, your hiney feels very good. Your hopes will be fulfilled soon.”

Still using her breasts as handles, he settled for a steadier position on his knees. This first pushed Arisa against him, bringing his cock as deep as possible into her bottom. Then, small humping motions started, his hips retreating a bit before slamming against her buttocks. Slowly, more and more of his shaft was withdrawing before ramming home again. This was accompanied by numerous pants and grunts, as the so-tight asshole, clamping on the manhood like a vise, made it an arduous work.

“Hmmm... you really are tight, Arisa-chan... it feels like you’ll never let go of me....”

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Arisa’s fingers were flying! “N-never, Master! I’ll never let go, until you are finished using my body!” Her mind spoke a different tale. She would never let go, EVER! She woud find ways to please her master, that will keep him happy for the rest of his life!

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The Frenchman opened mouth, then decided to keep his breath for better use than witty remarks.

“Enough words.... more moaning.” he simply said.

Letting go of her breasts, his hands grasped Arisa by the hips to lead her bottom in rhythm with his own trusts. The regular pumping motion drove his hard meat in and out of her stretched hole, sliding easily thanks to the lubricant. Each slap of his pubis against her buttocks sent a shake to her whole body, her breasts bouncing regularly. Grunts and pants could be heard, as the intense pleasure procured by the energetic ass-fucking was bringing Chardin closer and closer to the edge.

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Arisa could hardly think, let alone talk. “More!” she begged, as she rammed two fingers into her body. She was gonna do it! A huge cock was in her ass, and it felt good! She, she was gonna orgasm!

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Arisa’s request of “More!”, though invigorating for her master, could hardly be satisfied, since he was already entirely stuffing her asshole with all the male meat he had to his disposal with each thrust. So, he settled for the next best thing.

Faster.

Ramming Arisa’s butt with all his might, he was thankful to have used a generous amount of body oil. Despite the lubrication, the friction was making him feel like his cock was on fire. Yet this feel good, and and the lovely woman’s cries and moans ware music to his ears.

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Arisa moaned. She was being pounded. There was no other word to describe it! Each thrust shook her body. Her head actually slipped from the cradle of her arms a few times, and bumped against the floor! One hand shielded her face from the floor, while the other madly diddled her wetness. Flushed and panting, Arisa did something that would cause her great embarrassment later. She began to squeal! As her much needed orgasm shook her body, the young woman squealed and cried out rather loudly! “OHH! OHHHH YEEEESSSSS! GOD! GOOOOD SOOO FUCKIN’ GOOOOOOD!” With a final breathy scream, Arisa’s body nearly exploded!

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That was more like it! As the formerly proud and boy-hating lesbian was climaxing and yelling and loosing her mind, her master rammed one last time his manhood deep into her asshole, nesting the head close to the base of her spine. There, it started ejaculating a copious amount of thick semen in her bowels. The twitching induced by each load firing from the penis was sending new sensations throughout her whole bottom.

Gripping her butt firmly and kneading it to better massage the erupting cock inside, Chardin panted and groaned under the strain of the male orgasm. The tightness of her hole had the advantage to keep stimulating his prick, which wouldn’t deflate as long as her anus was squeezing the rod base and not letting the blood withdraw.

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Arisa was forgetting her place! “I want more!” she wailed, as her orgasm eased. “Please, Master! More! Do it more!” The panting girl squeezed at him with her tightness. She wanted that feeling again! She’d do anything to feel it again! “Please Master! Fuck my ass! Fuck me more! I’ll suck you right now if you want! You were in my butt! I’ll clean you with my mouth! You can shoot sperm into me! You can do anything to me! I don’t care if I get preganat! Just please, fuck me some more!”

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The Frenchman, who was lengthily sighing in post-orgasmic bliss, got quickly annoyed by the insatiable woman’s pleads. Frowning, he slapped the side of her buttocks rather hard.

“Tsk, tsk, Arisa-chan. I may like loud girls, but you’re pushing it. You’ve tired me, and I have other things to do today than to fuck you. So you’d better enjoy my dick while it’s still inside you, because you won’t get more for the moment.”

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Arisa had a smart comment all lined up, but shut up real fast! “Sorry, Master.” she said softly. She didn’t want to anger him! It was her place to please, and that was it! She had no right to demand more of his time or effort. She could do one thing though. She was new to this, but thought it would feel good to him, if she just used the muscles in her bottom to sort of “milk” him.
She tensed her muscles, and relaxed. Tensed, and relaxed. If she was very lucky, maybe it would feel so good, he would fuck her butt some more!

Tense, relax,tense, relax,tense, relax. Arisa kept quiet, and continued in a very slow and mannerly way.

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“Mmmh... you’re really a natural, Arisa-chan....” Chardin commented, pleased by her efforts.

“But I doubt you can keep me hard so soon after a second orgasm... men have their limits, you know.”

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Arisa looked back over her shoulder, and smiled shyly. “Master, I’ll do anything you say to keep you hard. Is there something I can do to help you stay erect?” Arisa blushed. She remembered reading something online. “Master, I, I could finger-fuck your hiney. Would that help?”

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“You’re tiring me...” Chardin retorted. “I told you, this is over. You were quite fun, but now I’ve got to get ready for my work at Anime Hentai High School.”

Pulling out of her with a *pop*, he sighed.

“Now let’s get cleaned... seriously, this time.”

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Arisa pouted. “Yes Master!” she snapped just a tiny bit, as his wonderful shaft slipped from her body. “Oh shit! I, I mean I forgot!” Arisa blushed. “I have to get ready too! I’m the new assistant Gym instructor!”

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“What?” Chardin barked, now genuinely surprised.

“You could have told me....” he added, pinching the top of his nose with two fingers.

“Well, I don’t think that the school rules have anything to say about teachers having casual sex... though you never know.”

Thinking about his earlier romp with Pink, he wondered if the school rules where even against teacher-student relationships. This school had some weird customs, but still....