Where ravaging tentacles explore the female student body
Taking a deep breath you shut the door and lock it. Glancing through the glass to see if anyone saw you in the hall you pull the shade, satisfied you were unobserved. Your heart pounds in your chest as you walk slowly around the girl, gazing at her lovely curves as she stands statuesque before you. Firm, shapely legs...slim waist, full breasts, and her innocent, trance-induced gaze combine to make her totally irresistible. You try to keep your voice from breaking as you nervously issue your first commands.
"Can you hear me?" you ask.
"Yes I can hear you." says the girl sleepily. Her voice is soft and pretty. You feel your member begin to swell with tumescence as you proceed.
"You will listen to my voice. You will do freely what I tell you to do. Do you understand?" you tell the girl, holding your breath for her answer.
"Yes I understand." she replies.
"You want to please me. The thought of pleasing me makes you happy." you tell her. "Seeing your body pleases me. Lift up your shirt and show me your breasts." Your heart beats loudly in your ears as you watch her. For a moment she stands there and you feel a pang of fear...what if she wakes up? What if you're discovered? Slowly the girl's hands move to her waist. She pulls her blouse out of her skirt and pulls it up to the full swell of her young breasts. Taking hold of her bra as well she continues to lift her shirt for you, totally oblivious to her actions. Her well formed breasts rise and swell against the fabric as the girl's tight shirt is pulled up, suddenly they spill free, bouncing for a moment before returning to their full perfect shape. You swallow hard as you look at the girl's breasts. Her buttersoft nipples are small and pink...perfect. You look up into her staring face knowing she has no way of stopping anything you choose to do next.