Mistress Ana

This story happened to me at university. After another chemistry lecture, I went into the room where most of the self-study was done. Mostly students who didn't have a computer or the Internet at home, or just those who were too lazy to study something at home, came there.

In general, I sat almost at the end and was completely immersed in the chemistry lecture, trying to understand the principle of buffer solutions. People were walking around me, talking, sitting next to me and leaving, laughing — I tried not to pay attention and completely immersed in the topic.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a voice "Ana!"

I didn't realize at first that my name was called and so I continued reading.

"Ana!" the voice called me more insistently, and I raised my head. My good acquaintance John was sitting next to me. It was strange to see him next to me, because recently we had a big fight.

"What do you want?!"

"Ana, why are you taking offense?"

The thing is, he's been following me around for a week, apologizing and asking me to get back in touch with him.

"No, John. You hurt me too much!"

"Ana, I'm ready for anything!" John howled, looking at me with agonizing eyes. That's when I caught fire. Few people knew that I'm a naughty at heart. Probably one of the most vulgar girls in the world. I could think about sex, write about it, talk about it, compose about it. It didn't seem like something supernatural to me, something most of my girlfriends giggle and blush about.

"That's it, huh?" I smiled even more deviously, but it didn't faze the guy. He nodded vigorously, not averting his gaze. "Then in 20 minutes I'll be here."

I nodded and ran out of the classroom. I'd had the idea for a long time, just waiting for the opportunity to materialize. Thankfully, we had gym class at the pool that day. I showed my pass and went into the pool. From there to the other side where the showers were. I quickly cleaned myself up, rinsed off, wiped myself down, and got dressed again. There was a reason I wore a short black dress and fishnet thong today. “That's how it felt!” I thought. My whole body was already anticipating the approaching possibility of wish fulfillment. The thing was that John was not just a friend to me. He was also my first sexual partner, changing me in a general way. I reached the appointed place in a matter of minutes. John was already standing outside the self-training room.

"Let's go,” I beckoned him to follow me. As luck would have it, I had managed to grab the keys to the classroom, where most of the lectures took place.

"Over there?" The boy was horrified. He'd probably already realized what awaited him and just accepted it. Or maybe he hadn't. I didn't care. I opened the auditorium and stepped inside. John came in next, and I told him to lock the door. The auditorium was spacious and bright, but if I didn't turn on the lights, the room was a light gloom. Just what I needed. Everything had already been thought out, planned and prepared... in my head. All that was left was to make it happen.

"You say you want forgiveness?" I asked with a sly smile. John remained standing by the door, which he had recently closed. I walked along the teacher's desk, wiggling my ass slightly.

"I want to," the guy replied and swallowed nervously. 'Is he worried?' I thought. 'Why would he be?'. And so casually I shot my eyes at his fly. Mm, it's rippling.

I went downstairs and walked up to him so that my hands were touching his pants. 
"Then you'll be my slave,” I smiled even wider and ran my finger along the lock of his pants. "You will obey and do whatever I ask."

"Here?" John interjected. I stepped away from him and pulled the dress up slightly, revealing most of my thighs.

"Exactly. Now... take off your clothes. Completely and leave all your clothes by the door."

"Okay,” the boy nodded and began frantically undoing the buttons on his shirt.

"And also, from now on you will only call me Mistress. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress,” John was already standing naked and waiting. His cock was already a little aroused, and that gave me even more confidence. I knew John wanted me, so why not take advantage and enjoy it myself?

"Get on your knees and crawl behind me on all fours. Don't make a sound!" I commanded sternly and started to climb up the stairs. John obeyed and crawled after me. With each ascent my dress was pulled higher and higher, revealing my firm buttocks and panties. I could hear John's heavy breathing, and I was turned on by his breath.

"Stop,” I ordered. The guy stopped, but didn't get up. He sat naked on the stairs with his dick sticking out. I grinned again and sat down on the bench. "You want me?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Do you want it badly?"

"Very much, Mistress."

"Mm... I'm tired, my legs are tired. Lick them! Don't you dare touch them with your hands! You'll be punished!"

"With pleasure, Mistress." John carefully removed the shoe from my foot, trying not to touch my skin with his fingers, and without delay took my big toe into his mouth. His hot tongue gently sucked on each of my toes, kissing and gently touching the most erogenous zones. Pleasure flooded through my entire body, and I was getting even more turned on. I wanted to pull him to me and stick his tongue in my pussy — it had been too long without a man's caress. In the meantime, John licked each finger with pleasure. His dick was already stiff, and the guy was shaking with excitement at times. The excitement was too strong, and I spread my legs and began to fondle myself, to at least switch things up a little. My pussy was already wet and demanded his tongue.

"What a bad slave! Look how much you've aroused your Mistress."

"Forgive me, Mistress. Let me lick your pussy."

"Ah, what a fast slave!" I said sternly and removed my foot. "You hurt me too much to touch my pussy!"

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I promise it won't happen again. I would do anything for you, for your forgiveness."

"Get up!" I commanded. John stood up. His cock was tearing with excitement and beckoned to me. But it was too early. Not yet. "Go downstairs and lean on the desk. Put your ass out in a sexy way."

John quickly ran downstairs to fulfill the order. I followed him downstairs and went to my bag. Even in the morning I ran to the store and bought a “female assistant”, because I wanted sex for a long time and very much. I took out my new toy, abundantly lubricated it with grease and approached the guy.

"Relax, my boy."

"Mistress... please, Mistress... don't...” John babbled fearfully, looking back at me.

"Silence!" I was furious at his disobedience and slapped him hard on the buttocks. John wriggled. I hit him again. "I said obey me!"

"I'm sorry, Mistress. But please, Mistress, no need for the ass..."

"Tonight, you are mine. You're my whore. And I want to fuck my whore!"

I spread his buttocks and slowly pushed the toy in. The incredibly tight sphincter clenched tightly around the head, but I continued to push gentle the toy in.

"Relax,” I ordered and slapped John's ass hard again. He jerked, but still tried to relax. "Oh yes, my good man! Come on!"

I pushed the strapon in and out, getting wildly turned on by it. It felt like I was pulling his ass onto my “toy” and it was about to pierce him. Finally I felt the toy fully enter and I stopped, letting my undeveloped anus get used to it. I stroked the guy's back.

"How are you, my good man?"

"It hurts, Mistress! Please, spare me!"

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it" I began to move, pulling the strapon out a little, then shoving it in again to the limit. Gradually increasing the pace, I could feel the moisture in my panties, and I wanted him to lick me even more after this. I quickened the pace, fucking my friend's anus and occasionally spanking his ass. I liked his bare ass so much. I enjoyed squeezing it, biting it, kissing it.

"Mistress!"

I took out the “toy” and let him straighten up.

"Did you like it?"

"It was delicious, Mistress! Thank you for fucking me."

"Good boy."

"My Mistress! I beg you... I want you so much... Let me touch your delicious pussy!"

"Well, you've been a good boy today,” I thought for a moment, then said "Gently take off my panties and lie down on the floor. But remember, you're not even worthy of touching me. So if I don't like it, you will be punished severely!"

"You are merciful, Mistress. I am unworthy of you. But you are so generous!"

John gently lifted my dress, carefully slipped his hands under my panties and pulled them down. They slept easily and there were droplets of female juices visible in them.

"Oh, Mistress, let me lick your juices off."

"Lick it off."

John brought the panties up to his mouth and began sucking in all the moisture that was there. His eyes rolled back in pleasure and his cock was standing up again — the guy was wildly horny.

"Mm, I see you're horny."

"I'm very horny, Mistress! I'm ready to cum at any second..."

"Don't you dare! Go lie down!" I commanded sharply. John obeyed. I walked around him and sat on his face. His hot tongue immediately went to work, frantically sucking in all the moisture. He gently licked the lips, the area around them, then moved deeper, not daring to touch the clitoris or the entrance to the vagina itself. His hands were on the floor and his cock was standing, ready to shoot at any moment.

I started moaning and moving a little in pleasure. Finally, he touched my clit gently and tenderly, and I had to arch my back because the sensations were wild. It felt unbelievably good! I smiled and occasionally moaned. At last! At last my desires had been fulfilled!

But I couldn't get enough of his cock. So thick and hard with excitement — it beckoned to me. I leaned over and slowly ran the tip of my tongue from the base to the head. John froze and squirmed.

"Don't stop!" I commanded. "And don't you dare cum!"

John continued to lick my pussy, and meanwhile I sucked his cock with relish. Kissing, caressing, sucking, taking it deep down my throat, and every time I got wildly turned on. I felt that guy was about to cum, and I tried to torture him even more.

"Please, please, Mistress! I can't take it anymore!"

"I beg you, let me cum!"

"No! Go on!"

"But, Mistress... I beg you... I want you too much! You've turned me on so much! Let me cum!"

I took his cock in my mouth again, jerked it a bit and prepared to take all his cum in my mouth. "I allow you to cum." He wasn't the only one getting wildly turned on and I understood him very well. His cock shuddered and a strong stream hit my palate. I greedily swallowed it all down and then licked his dignity again.

"Oh, Mistress! Mistress, thank you!"

"I have to pee."

"I am ready to accept your urine, Mistress. Your juices are precious. Please... please... please use my mouth... Mistress..."

I smiled contentedly and relaxed, letting out a thin yellow trickle. John swallowed it all, and then with his hot tongue he licked it all out. Even fucked me a little, but it felt too good and I didn't say anything. I just enjoyed the man's caresses. He thought he was in my power and I was dominant, but really I was in his power now.

"Mmm, good boy,” I smiled. I had already stood up and let him get dressed.

"All for you, Mistress!"

"Mm, good boy,” I adjusted my dress and hid my toy in my bag. "Here's the key" close it and take it back to its place. Thank you, John Miller.

"Thank you, Mistress Ana."