“White” by Stan Gamla

She wants me to cum on her thigh, on the beautiful pale skin between the top of her long white socks and the bottom of her charcoal school skirt. She has her right foot up on a chair, and I have my trousers and underpants around my ankles, tugging at my cock like the dirty old man that I am.

I don t dare look at her face because I know that her expression will be full of contempt, and she ll be laughing at me. I concentrate on the band of youthful pale skin before me, tugging harder. I certainly don t look at her friends mocking me, calling me names, or taking pictures on their phones. So far, the friends have been discrete, but surely one day, those pictures will get out, and my reputation, career, marriage, and life will be ruined. I ignore those thoughts and continue to tug while concentrating on my task.

I don t know where she learned how to make me so helpless – her plaything. It started with flirty looks in class, caresses in the corridor and online chats. She knew precisely how to manipulate me – from where does a young girl learn that, or does it just come naturally to one such as she?

I have no idea why she does what she does – she gets excellent grades, and her parents have loads of money. Why could she possibly want to dominate a middle – aged schoolteacher? After we re finished and she s gone, and I m left alone, I ll speculate on that, but for now, my focus must be on my task. I must cum, I must cum, I must cum.

I took too long once, and she lost interest and took her leg away and walked off, leaving me in tears of despair. I begged her to let me try again, and one week later, here we are.

I ve never even touched her anywhere sexual, nor has she touched me. In my dreams, I enjoy caressing her budding breasts or I slip my cock into her warm, inviting, hairless pussy. But those joys are denied me in real life. Usually, she makes me make myself cum in my underpants or she forbids me from cumming, enjoying her control over me. Once though she must have seen the way I stared at the flesh between her sock top and skirt, and she must have instinctively known how to use that.

I let out an involuntary moan, and her friends make exaggerated moans and groans too, mocking me. The girl herself says, "Such a perv. " I can tell from the tone of voice that she is getting bored, and I must cum soon. I wank as hard and as fast as I can, and I feel the blood rushing to my head and my heart beats in my ears, and I m getting out of breath, and her friends mock that breathlessness too.

Then I climax. Great ropes of semen spray over her bare skin. A stray drop falls on the charcoal skirt hem. She dabs it with a fingertip which she sucks clean in her rosebud mouth.

"OK. Now time to clean me up, Mr Gamla. "

I carefully lick her thigh clean, her friends making sounds of disgust.

When she s happy with my work, she says, "Wallet. "

I hand her my wallet, and she takes all of the banknotes. I ensured the wallet was well stocked for her. She doesn t need the money – I suspect she just likes taking it from me. She also takes with her the small picture of my wife I keep in my wallet. Maybe she takes it just for fun, just because she knows it bothers me, or just because she can.

"Thank you Mr Gamla. " she says and her friends echo in a singsong voice "Thank you Mr Gamla" and they head for the door laughing together, leaving me alone, my trousers around my ankles, my limp cock hanging useless, oozing cum against my thigh.

Before she leaves, she smiles at me and I see my young mistress is happy.

I am in heaven, but I am surely going to hell.