After dinner was finished, Mr. Cramer pushed himself back from the table. “Come here slut,” he said. Amy rose from the table and came around to his side. She stood in front of him, hands clasped behind her back, and legs spread. “Yes, Sir.” “Once you finish clearing the table and get the dishwasher going, we can leave to go back to your place so you can pack some clothes. You will need a few outfits for this coming week if you are going to stay here with me,” he said. He reached up under her corset ruffle and felt the heat coming from her still naked pussy. His hand homed in on her sex as if it was a heat-seeking missile, finding her warm moist slit and slipping inside it easily. He fingered her as he spoke and she shuddered as she felt him inside her. “Not that I have anything against this outfit, but it is hardly acceptable in a school environment! No, this little number is best left for work around the house!” “Yes Sir. I will get right on it,” she said, biting her lip as she felt her pussy getting wet from his words and his hand churning inside her. She stayed there as he continued to play with her, his fingers inside her and his thumb massaging her clit. She knew not to move or even use her hands… he had already shown her the punishment for interfering! And she wasn’t anxious for another reminder so soon! Amy stood there as he had his way with her, her legs quivering and her body swaying gently side to side as the passions rose in her. She closed her eyes and mewed softly, telling him she was thoroughly enjoying herself. Mr. Cramer smiled – Amy was quickly approaching becoming a full blown nymphomaniac! It seemed the more sex he gave her, the more she wanted! He fingered her now dripping pussy as she panted her desire to him. Her whole body quivered as she neared her brink. “S… sir… I… I… Ohhhh!” she whimpered. He knew she was close. “Please… sir.” “Not just yet,” he said, pulling his sticky fingers from her. Amy groaned her dismay at being left unsatisfied. But her protests were left unanswered as he got up from the table, He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to the foot of the stairs. “Now get upstairs and put on the rest of this outfit. We have to get going. I want to get back escort here before it gets too late.” “Yes Sir,” she said reluctantly. She went upstairs and got dressed and returned a few minutes later. “I’m ready Sir,” she announced when she got downstairs. “Good. Let’s go. It’s already late.” Mr. Cramer walked Amy to the car and opened the door for her, seating her before taking his place behind the wheel. Once she was buckled in and ready to go, he took off and headed for her house. It took about 20 minutes to get to Amy’s house from where Mr. Cramer lived. Once they arrived, he parked as close to the door as he could and they went inside. “Make yourself comfortable, Sir… I’ll be down in a few minutes,” she said. “That’s ok… I want to see your room anyway,” he said, following her back down the hallway to her room. She was a bit nervous about letting her teacher into her room – after all she hadn’t even let her mother come in her room since she was 10 years old! In fact, there hadn’t been anyone in her room in many years. She never had any friends from school over. And now her teacher wanted to come in and see her private sanctuary! But Mr. Cramer had a strange control over Amy. As wrong as she knew it was to allow him into her room with no one home, she wanted him to come in. She held the door for him and he entered her room to find it a little girls lavender dream. The walls were striped with lilac and lavender vertical stripes about 6 inches wide, alternating around the room. The ceiling trim and ceiling were painted flat white as was the trim around the doors. The window frames and the baseboards were also painted white. The floor was wood, but most of it was covered by a huge purple fur rug. The furnishings also carried out the purple, lavender, and lilac theme. She had a shelving unit and wardrobe in one corner of the room, a lavender desk with white trim and a white wooden chair with a lavender pad, a lavender toy chest, and finally a lavender and lilac arched canopy bed. “I… umm… I like purple,” she said, shyly looking down at her feet. “So I see! But it’s a very sweet room.” “Thank you, Sir. No one outside my family has seen it before.” “No one?” “No.” escort bayan “Not even your girlfriends?” “I… I don’t… have any Sir,” she said, looking down again. “You don’t have any girlfriends? No one to come over and have a sleepover or a pillow fight with? No one to share boy secrets or play games with?” “No, Sir. I… I think I scare them away.” “That’s too bad. But I am honored to be able to see it.” “Thank you Sir,” she said, looking up at him. “I’ll just pack a few things and the…” “Before you get involved in that, come over here,” he said, cutting her off in mid-sentence. She took a few steps towards him and stood in front of him as he sat on the edge of her bed. “Yes, Sir?” she asked. He reached out and took hold of the zipper on her corset and began to slowly pull it down. Amy took a deep breath as she realized what his plans were. He was going to take her again… this time in her own room! The thought was wicked, even by her standards, but also deliciously sexy and erotic! She kept her hands to her sides and looked at him as he teasingly lowered the zipper, exposing more and more of her flesh to his view. He paused to kiss what he had revealed before continuing further. Amy gasped at his hot lips touched her skin. Chills ran up her spine as his breath hit her. She moaned softly and her knees went weak for a second. With a final short tug, the zipper was completely undone and the two sides fell away from each other revealing her flat belly. She gasped aloud as the corset separated and he took the edges and peeled it back, falling to the ground behind her. Her topless form stood before him, trembling slightly. The cool air of the room and the thoughts of what was about to transpire made Amy’s nipples harden to little spikes and goose bumps raise on her skin. With her corset removed, Mr. Cramer focused his attention of her almost painted-on faux leather short shorts. These shorts were similar to what professional cheerleaders wore – so tiny they were practically bikini bottoms! “Your mother actually lets you wear such clothes to school?” he said, as he began peeling the tops down. They were very tight and he had some trouble getting the fabric down bayan escort over her well proportioned hips and ass. “My mom gave up trying to dress me a long time ago, Sir. Now she would just as soon NOT know what I plan on wearing!” Amy said, smiling shyly. Mr. Cramer finally got the fabric over her hips and down to where it fell off on its own to her ankles and Amy delicately stepped out of them. She was naked now, save for her heels which she took off and stood before him, her body shining in the sunlight coming in from her bedroom windows. Mr. Cramer stood up and scooped the young girl into his arms placing her on her bed gently. He leaned over and kissed her gently as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His left hand began to roam, first stopping at the firm, full, 34C tits. He grabbed hold of the fleshy globe and dug his fingers into it as he closed his mouth over hers. She moaned into his mouth as her tongue darted out to meet his, coiling and writhing like two snakes in a death match. She pulled his head down, crushing her lips with his as he mauled her tender tit, pinching and pulling and twisting her nipple as she gasped and moaned her approval. Amy arched her back as he worked her soft flesh and parted her legs hoping he would continue his exploration of her young, nubile body. He took note of her desire for further examination, and he began kissing his way down her prone body. He kissed her neck and then kissed his way across her chest to the very tit he only moments ago was clawing. He took the stiff nipple into his mouth and began biting and chewing on the sensitive bud. Amy moaned loudly at this new sensation, arching her back and pushing his head down harder, wanting more of her in that hot mouth. While he feasted on her tender young breast, his hand slid down her heaving abdomen and over her mound to her dewy slit. Amy bucked her hips at the touch of his hand on her sensitized pussy. “Ohhh!” she cried out as she tried to slam her thighs together and reject the intruder. “Keep those legs open, slut!” he said, slapping the insides of her thighs. “You keep those legs open or else,” he repeated with another slap to her other thigh. Amy gasped as he slapped her tender thighs and spread her legs wide again. He began playing with her wet pussy again and once again when the sensations got to be too much, she closed her legs instinctively. “I said keep those legs open you little slut!” he said, slapping her legs repeatedly. “Sorry, Sir!” she panted as she opened them again.