Jana's Journey: The Complete Collection (3 page)

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said soothingly. “Sit up straight, Jana, and don’t move.”

She sat very still, breathless, watching him, panting.

“This bra does not meet regulations, Jana,” he said. “I’m going to have to confiscate it.” He slipped the blade of the scissors under one shoulder strap of the bra and snipped it apart.

“OH NO!” she cried. “Please, don’t! Oh no, no no no … ”  But she was so hot now that she felt her voice fading away to gasps.

Stroking the bulge between his legs, he snipped the other shoulder strap.  “Now sit very still,” he said, and she did so, weeping silently, as he inserted the scissors between the cups of the bra and sliced it apart. It fell away, her breasts bursting free.

“Shh, it’s okay, don’t cry,” he said, kissing her tears away. She couldn’t help it, her sobbing worse than before. She tried to turn her head away from him and he picked her up – easily – and carried her to his desk, and la
id
her across it.

“I cleared my desk just for you today, Jana,” he said.

His hands fell to her breasts, his large hands enfolding them and squeezing. She gasped and moaned, bit her lips, as his head fell down and he was kissing between her breasts, over the pale slopes, and finally sucking and licking the very hard nipples.

“Oh, god, please, sir, please … please suck them … please …” Her head was thrown back and her back was arched, her arms pinned beneath her.

“You’re not going to tease anymore, are you Jana?” he asked

Barely able to get the words out, she gasped, “No, never, I won’t tease anymore, never again,  I’m a good girl,” she was aware that she was moaning loudly as his mouth covered her breasts. “Oh, god, please, please, please . . .”

“Please what?” he asked, raising his head from her breasts. “Please what, you little slut?”

“I’m not a little slut,” she said, weakly, moaning and writhing as he pulled her legs apart and held them. “Please, no, I’m not a little tease, no, no, I’m not a tease . . .”

He reached down and ripped her white panties off, and then forced them into her mouth, stifling her begging and pleading.

He buried his face between her legs, forcing his tongue into her slick shaved pussy.

She moaned into the panties that were gagging her, closing her eyes, feeling the pressure between her legs growing and struggling and writhing as he held her legs apart and licked and sucked at her clit.

“Mmmm! Urrnnnh! Hhhhhnmmmm!” The pressure was building and the heat spreading; when she felt his finger tickle her asshole, she bucked and spasmed and realized she’d had her first orgasm. Everything went dark for a moment.

She felt a light slap on her face, and the panties were being removed from her mouth, and she gasped for air, breathless, tears rolling from her eyes.

“Please,” she said, quietly “Please, please. . .” She struggled weakly but her arms felt like they’d gone numb beneath her.

“You know what’s next, Jana,” he said. He unzipped his trousers and removed his cock. She’d never even seen
one
before outside of biology books and on statues in museums. They never looked like that!

“No, no, please, I’m not a tease, I’m  a good girl, I can’t, it’s too big, please, please,” she begged.

“Don’t you want it?” he asked, sweetly.

“Yes, I do, but …”

He was between her legs now, rubbing her swollen cock against the lips of her pussy. She felt so slick and wet down there. “Oh, god, oh please ... “ she moaned, bucking forward, involuntarily, trying to scoot forward on the desk, her shoulders aching and hands numb from being tied up. “Oh god, I want it, please, I want it ...”

He smiled and stroked her face. “Such a good girl,” he said tenderly, as he drove his cock slowly into her. Her hymen gave way suddenly, and she cried out in pain and pleasure as he went inside of her.

“Oh, please, please, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes … ”  she whimpered helplessly and he filled her. She could hardly breathe.

“You like that, huh? Not a little tease. Not anymore.”

“No, please, no, I’m not a tease, I’ll never tease anymore!” she said, bucking her hips against him as he pulled her onto his cock. So much pressure and heat, she felt like she was going to burst apart.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll never tell anybody about this. I’ll never tell anybody you undressed and touched yourself in my office,” he said.

“Thank you, sir!” she cried out, tears spilling from her eyes and her breath coming fast and hard as she felt the pressure of another building orgasm

“I’ll never show anybody that video, either, if you’re a good girl,” he said, holding her tits in both hands as he thrust into her, faster and faster, harder and deeper.

She cried out as another orgasm burned through her, aware that lewd, incomprehensible noises were coming from her. “Oh, god, I’m such a slut, I’m such a bad girl,” she heard herself say.

He pulled out of her, stroking his cock.

“I don’t want to get you pregnant, my good girl,” he said, bending down to kiss her on the lips. She kissed him back hungrily, thrusting her tongue out, his mouth still slick with her pussy juices.

“Thank you sir,” she gasped.

He grabbed her by the hair and said, “Open wide. Make sure to keep your teeth away from it, okay? Cover your teeth with your lips. I know you’ve never done this before. Are you a good girl?”

“Yes, I’m a good girl,” she said, opening her mouth obediently.

“You want to suck it? You don’t want to get pregnant, do you?”

“No, no, I don’t, yes, please, I’ll take it in my mouth, I will, I won’t tell. . .”

He slipped his cock slowly into her mouth, while his hand slid back down between her legs and began rubbing her clit delicately.

She was soon vibrating with pleasure, gasping around his cock, raising her hips against his hand as he fucked her mouth.

“Very good, Jana,” he gasped, himself beginning to shake, thrusting into her face. “Oh, god, Jana, yes, yes, yes, yes yes . . ..” He stopped tickling her clit and thrust two fingers into her.

He cried out as he came, and her mouth was suddenly full of hot salty fluid, and she felt her body vibrating as she had a third orgasm, her body
burning,
bucking and spasming, his cock pulling out and spilling hot cum all over her chin and cheeks.

Everything went dark again. She was panting, barely conscious. She was only vaguely aware of him rolling her on her side and untying her hands.

“You were very good, Jana.” He said, putting his cock back in his trousers.

“Yes, sir,” she said meekly, curling into the fetal position on the desk.

“I’ll keep the bra and panties, and the video of course.” He gathered them from the floor.

“Yes, sir,” she said softly. She felt changed. Something was gone that would never come back.

But at the same time, she’d never felt anything so pleasurable as those orgasms. Absolutely nothing. She knew she’d need to experience that again, soon.

He was putting his suit jacket and tie back on, admiring himself in the mirror.

“I think we can do this every Friday, from now on,” he said.

“Yes, sir. I’d like that.” She considered that now that she had some experience, maybe she could make HIM beg for it, next time.

She got dressed and left.

A whole new life had opened to her. And while she’d lost her control in there, she thought maybe she knew some ways to get it back. She might start with Principal Stevens’s son. Or his stepdaughter.

She walked out into a different world.

JANA’S JOURNEY, PART TWO: A TRIP TO THE NIGHTCLUB

Jana was on her hands and knees, ass in the air, in the center of the floor in the principal’s office. She was blindfolded, wearing snow-white lace bra and panties. She knew that she had to wear white, or the Principal, her master, would not be pleased.

This was her fourth trip into Principal Stevens’ office since he had unleashed the lust inside her, since he had shown her how much she loved being submissive to a powerful older male.

Her feelings about all of this were whirling around in her head, bouncing between knowing it was wrong and wanting to experience the powerful, body-shuddering orgasms again, the ecstatic feeling of freedom she found in complete surrender.

But she knew his threat. He had a video of her standing in her underwear in his office masturbating, and it would be impossible to make anyone believe it hadn’t been a consensual act. And she was 18, had been so for nearly two months. She supposed it might cause a lot of bad publicity for him ... but she couldn’t bear the thought of her mother seeing that video.

She waited, panting for breath, whimpering softly, wiggling her ass a little, and could hear him pacing around the room, breathing heavily, as he tried to decide how he would deal with her today.

“How is my little student today?” he finally asked.

“I’m okay, sir,” she said meekly.

“Have you been studying?”

“Yes, I had a history test this week.” 

There was a burst of pain across the cheeks of her ass as something hard -- something harder than his hand, a paddle of some kind -- slashed down on her. She cried out. She knew the walls were soundproofed and that everyone had left this part of the school anyway. She knew she could scream without anyone interrupting them.

“I didn’t mean studying for school. I meant studying about sex. Since we started this. Have you been watching porno?” he asked, quietly, bending down to speak in her ear.

She began to cry. How had he known that? “Yes sir,” she said softly.

The spanking came again, hard and fast, five strokes setting her ass on fire and making her sob and cry out.

“You’re a bad girl. I don’t want you watching porno, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir! Please! I won’t do it anymore! I’m sorry! I just wanted to learn more to make you happy!” she begged.

He spanked her harder than he’d ever spanked her before. She cried and screamed, feeling herself building towards orgasm. Her pussy seemed to be dripping, and her nipples had never been so hard.

“I want you fresh for our sessions, do you understand? No porno. No sex. No masturbating. Until you get here, with me. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” she said, tears soaking into her blindfold. “Thank you, sir.”

“Can you do that?” he asked sweetly. “Can you do that for your Principal?”

“I can sir, of course I can!” she pleaded.

He was stroking her hair now, kissing the back of her neck, making her shiver. “You’re my good girl. Do you want to masturbate, now?”

“Please sir, please can I masturbate now?” she begged, panting.

“Yes, sweet girl. Roll over, lie down, and masturbate. Through your underwear, though, don’t take your underwear off.”

“Yes sir, of course sir,” she said.

She limberly rolled over on her back, feeling herself panting as she cupped both breasts through her bra. “Oooohhhh, sir. Can I please pull the cups of my bra down and touch my nipples? I’ll keep the bra on though; I promise I won’t take it off.” She braced herself for some punishment.

“Awww,” he said tenderly and bent down and kissed her on the lips. She shoved her tongue in his mouth, biting his full lips gently. She hadn’t actually seen him today – she’d come into the office at 3:30pm and undressed, blindfolded herself and waited for him to arrive, as he’d instructed. It was such a thrill as she lay there, completely helpless and exposed to anyone who might walk in. But she knew nobody would arrive but him. He was always in complete control of the situation.

“The little girl wants to touch her nipples today? For her principal?” His face was so close to her, she could feel his heat; she kneaded her full breasts, sending waves of pleasure through her. She had clamped her legs together now, and was rubbing them together, writhing.

“Yes sir, I want it,” she pleaded. “I want it so much.” 

“Go ahead,” he said.

She eagerly pulled the straps of her bra down, her big breasts covered with goose bumps and her nipples swollen and erect. She licked her fingers and rubbed the wet fingers over her nipples, making herself growl with pleasure.

“Will you suck them, sir? Please suck my nipples today,” she moaned.

“Hmm …
why don’t you suck them yourself?” he sounded amused.

“I ... I’ve never tried.”

“I think you can lick them, Jana. Go ahead and lick your own nipples,” he said. “Do you think you can have an orgasm that way?”

She whimpered and moaned. “Ohh, sir, maybe, I’m so so hot right now.”

She craned her neck and head forward and extended her tongue, cupping her breasts and pushing them upwards towards her mouth, and her tongue darted out and flickered over her own nipples. She felt the pressure building as she rubbed her legs together, writhing, and knew he was making a video of her with his phone, and that was enough to push her over the edge, she spasmed and felt herself turning red as she had an orgasm.