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1 (EXPLICIT)

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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOHOHOAHAHAHASTAHAP!" I scream as Mr. Dean tickles my bare feet without mercy. "MISTER DEEHEEHEEHEE! STAHAHAHAHAPSTAPSTAP!" It was almost impossible to not scream the safe word over and over until I received mercy. I love being tickled usually, but this was way too much. It was still quite pleasurable, but it was driving me insane. Ignoring my desperate plea, he picks up a hairbrush and scrapes it up and down my poor soles. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEHEHEHEASE! RED! RED!"

Mr. D puts down the hairbrush and starts massaging my sore feet. "How was that, gorgeous?" "It was great," I smile. "Now fuck me," I beg lustfully. "Ah, ah, ah. The teacher makes the rules. Not the student." I bite my lip and squirm in my restraints.

"Let me out," I whine. He gives his signature incredibly sexy chuckle and undoes the padded leather straps binding my wrists and ankles to the four corners of his queen-size bed. I hug him tight and pull him so he's leaning over me. I kiss him hard as my hands wander up an down his body. He reluctantly pushes himself away to check the time. "Uh-uh. It's bedtime for good little girls." "I wanna be a bad girl," I moan. "Bad girls get punished," he strains, nibbling my ear. "Punish me sensei," I beg. "Be bad for me," he whispers, kissing and nibbling my ear. My hand immediately shoots down his pants to his crotch. I massage his large, erect member and fiddle with the clasp of his jeans. He moans and helps me with his jeans.

What I did next surprised him, but also aroused him. I gave him a lap dance. He spanked me as I did, and when I finished, he kissed my neck and collarbone. As he did, I did the unthinkable. Something I had never done to him before. After all, it was the student that was supposed to be punished, not the teacher. At least, that's what he taught me. I had tickled him. Only for a second or two, but I had tickled his belly. He let out an insanely sexy chuckle and covered his bare tummy flesh with his arms.

"Don't tickle me," he spoke through a smile. "But sir, do I not get some reward for this evening?" I bat my eyelashes at him. He flips me over onto the bed and kisses between my bare breasts. "You are a bad girl," he smirks.

He kisses my neck and collarbone as his hands stroke and squeeze my lower belly and thighs. I moan loudly as I grope his boxer-clad ass. His luscious lips travel downward between my small 34B breasts that went perfectly with my small frame. My back arched up as his teeth gently grazed my erect nipple. "Dean...!" I gasp.

No, we were still not on a first-name basis. Well, he knew mine. Of course he did. He was my math teacher for this and last year. He thought if we got too close like that it would be easier to let the relationship slip. Well, according to dream Dean. In reality, though, I was just a student. Not many teachers tell their students their first names. Out of the 32 teachers I've had in high school alone I've learned four names I can recall by their own accord, only more through my mother, a teacher in my school.

He kissed me all the way to my panty line. I was gasping and moaning the whole time. He knew exactly how to please me. Of course he did, it was a dream. He slowly slipped the only garments keeping me from heaven off both our bodies. "Fuck me hard... Right now..." "You're in no place to be making demands young lady," he smirks. "If you don't, I'll never come back," I threaten. "Don't even try that bullshit. I know you can't resist."

He made me beg for a few minutes until he finally gave me what I craved. He had to stop only halfway in to tease my pleasure centre. He was huge! And I was... Not. His member stood a proud eight inches erect. I had no idea how I managed to take him, as these dreams were always so realistic. But nevertheless, he made himself fit. It was always painful at first, so much so it surprised me I wouldn't wake, but that subsided quickly and it was always very, very pleasurable from there.

We came together. We both came at the same time, seven minutes after staring. It wasn't my first time this evening, but it was still interesting. To me at least. I panted lightly, as did he. He spooned me and kissed my cheek. "This was amazing... Thank you, Mr. D..." "Of course, gorgeous..." I felt his flaccid member brushing against my knee and thigh. It sent shivers up my spine and caused a smile to form on my lips. "I wish I never had to wake up from this dream," I spoke, snuggling up to him. "Who says you do? Stay with me. You never have to wake." "Yes I do. I need to go home. I need to live in reality. I wish I could stay." I watch a frown grow on his lips. "Well, I promise when you wake you'll be back in your home. You'll always return. Unless you choose to stay." "I'm sorry, I can't. Goodbye, Mr. D. See you in the morning; at school." "See you, baby girl." He kisses my cheek softly and strokes my long blonde hair until I fall into a deep sleep.

Stanza