Did you miss Part One of this sexy story? Read Bianca Part One.
There was movement close by. “You can look now.”
Roger opened his eyes and turned.
Yes oh yes! There she was, in her schoolgirl outfit. Ridiculous of course, no adult, well-developed woman would ever dress like that.
The silly little skirt, tartan and pleated, the simple cotton blouse, the latter, tight over her breasts.
She wore big glasses and her blonde hair was tied at the sides in two pigtails. White socks and shiny, black, flat-soled shoes completed her outfit. She looked delicious.
But it was her presence that had most impact. When he’d last seen her dressed like this she’d been a small image on a flat screen, just an image. Now she was life size and real. Just a couple of feet away from him, warm and real, she oozed warmth and sex. Roger was speechless.
From behind her back she produced the eighteen-inch rule that figured so large in the movie. She placed it carefully on the dining table and turned to face him.
“Would you like us to act out the scene from the movie?” The vision of loveliness asked him.
He just nodded. She moved past him to the shelves he’d been looking at. She pulled out the end DVD and held it up. “This one.”
She crossed the room and bent to put the disc in the player. He almost groaned aloud as he saw the backs of her thighs and almost, but not quite, her ass. Coming back to stand beside him, she clicked the remote. After a moment the screen lit and the title appeared, “Dress Code.” Bianca fast forwarded through the opening credits and then clicked play.
Behind a desk, in a make believe English girls’ school, sat the headmaster. A knock sounded at the door.
‘Enter,’ the headmaster said.
Bianca paused the movie. She gestured at the dining table. “OK, headmaster, sit yourself behind your desk and I’ll go outside and knock” She walked to the door adding, “I‘m sure you remember the plot.”
Remember it he did. He owned a copy of the movie and had sat naked, fulfilling an urgent need more than once, while he watched Bianca. Three times if he remembered correctly. She must know or at least guess that he’d masturbated to her movies, how did she feel about that he wondered as he sat down at the table.
A knock at the door. He took a deep breath and called, “Enter.”
She came in and walked slowly across the room to stand in front of the table that was his desk.
She stared down at the floor.
“Miss Wright tells me you’ve been insolent,” he said sternly, amazed at how perfectly he remembered the story’s dialogue.
“No headmaster, I wasn’t.”
“Well, I’m inclined to believe Miss Wright and that means you’ll have to be punished. Which is why she sent you to me.”
Roger’s cock was rigid in his pants. Acting out this story with the sexily clad Bianca there, just a few feet away, was mind blowing for him. The fact that he had the dominant role made it doubly exciting.
“I notice you’re breaking at least one other school rule.”
“It is clearly stated in school rule, number three, that girls shall wear no underwear and yet I can clearly see a bra through your blouse.”
“But I need one sir,” said Bianca looking up for the first time.
Indeed she did, thought Roger. Given her endowments she certainly did.
“Rules are rules Bianca. I must insist you remove it.”
She turned slowly and began unbuttoning her blouse. She slipped it off her shoulders and draped it over the back of the chair beside her. The white bra merited three hooks he noticed and he watched as she reached behind her and slowly undid them. She made little sounds of frustration, the bra was obviously very tight. Shrugging it off she tossed it onto the seat of the chair and picked up the blouse, giving Roger a sweet glimpse of the under curve of one breast.
While her back was turned Roger managed to get his straining cock straight and comfortable in his pants. He badly needed to take it out and comfort it.
When she turned around the blouse was buttoned again. Her breasts were lower now and their shape softened and more natural. Now the famous West nipples jutted proudly against the thin cotton, hinting, surely, that she was turned on too.
Roger wasn’t sure any more that he could continue. He arousal was so intense. He knew the plot of the movie of course and body and mind can only cope with just so much stimulation. If they followed the story he’d simply lose control one way or the other.
It was as if she’d read his mind. “Poor Roger,” she said, “you’re so turned on aren’t you?”
He nodded, his face red with embarrassment.
She smiled, “It’s really very flattering for me. But there’s an easy fix you know.”
Yes, he thought, I go home and jerk off and be too embarrassed to ever speak to her again.
“Let me take the pressure off for you. You did it for me out on the deck just a while ago.”
He pictured that moment. His face pressed into the crotch of her sweatpants. “You mean …?“
“Just move your chair away from the table and let me help.”
He did as she asked and Bianca came and knelt in front of him, her breasts soft between his knees. She skilfully unzipped him and in a heartbeat his cock was in her hands.
He groaned; her left hand was cool on the hot skin of his erection. The right had gone under her little skirt. When she wrapped that one round his cock it was warm and slick.
Unbelievably she was stroking him with a hand slippery from her own pussy.
She was slow and gentle. He didn’t quite shame himself by gushing like a boy at her first touch. She stared at his cock as if it were the first she‘d seen. She looked up at him through the big glasses every few strokes with grey eyes that were wide and girlish; just like in her movies but with more warmth somehow, more warmth and a certain gentleness.
When his body did begin to tense with his impending climax she stopped and reached under her skirt again. He groaned with frustration. They both stared at his rigid cock as it lifted and lowered with the beat of his heart. Then her hand was back again, wet and wonderful.
She leaned forward, her lips an inch from his cock-head as she pumped him slowly and oh so gently. He began to writhe in the chair, as the first surge seemed to boil between his legs.
Then her lips were around him and that slick hand was milking him. Roger bucked and squirmed in the chair as he helplessly emptied into her mouth, gush after boiling gush
Spent, he sprawled, chest heaving, heart hammering. Bianca looked up at him and when she was sure he was looking at her, she swallowed, very deliberately.
After a pause she said, “I seem to have spent most of my life being a porn star. Having sex for money? We all know what that is.” She stopped.
He watched as she blinked a couple of times and suddenly, she was crying. She laid her head on his lap and said, “This the first time in a long time that I’ve had sex just for the joy of it”
Roger stroked her hair while she cried gently.
Twenty minutes later Roger was still sitting, eyes closed, wondering if he’d soon wake from this dream.
Bianca was making coffee, leaving him to, in her words, ‘Let his batteries recharge.’
He doubted his batteries would recharge that quickly but he was happy to go along with any Bianca idea at that moment.
How many times had he watched this woman on the screen and wondered what it would be like to have sex with her. So far they had only had oral sex but that had been just incredible. But more was to come he was sure. His cock had retreated into his still unzipped pants. He hoped it would revive and not let him down.
Coffee and Danish and jostling breasts and flashes of white, high up between her thighs, were served by Bianca in the next while. To his surprise he found his body responding to her presence. She was a lovely creature and her little schoolgirl outfit somehow made her even more desirable.
Coffees drunk and Danish eaten, Bianca cleared away and then asked, “Ready to start again?”
“Not so sure I’m ready,” Roger said, “but there’s no way I could say no.”
He got up and went to the chair behind the table.
She walked over and took her place again.
‘God,‘ he thought, as he watched the heavy movement of her breasts under the thin cotton. He could just discern the darkness of her nipples. He raised his eyes to meet hers. She was smiling.
Struggling to get into the headmaster role again he said, “It seems Bianca that you repeatedly break the rules.”
“I try not to, sir,” she said very quietly, “ but some of the rules are very difficult.”
“Well, I’m afraid rules are made for good reasons and they have to be followed and enforced.”
Bianca stood, eyes downcast, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She was playing the little girl so very convincingly.
“So, apart from insolence and wearing a bra I wonder what other transgressions you’re guilty of?”
“There’s nothing else, headmaster.”
“What about panties? I’m certain you’re wearing those.”
“No sir!” Bianca actually blushed at this point
“That would be four rules broken. You‘ve been insolent, told lies, broken the dress code twice.”
“I‘m not wearing panties headmaster!” she protested.
“Show me then.”
She turned away from him and lifted the back of her skirt.
“As I thought!” exclaimed Roger.
“They’re not panties, it’s a thong,” she sounded triumphant, “I’m not wearing panties!”
Poor Roger was staring at Bianca’s ass. It was what the current phraseology called a bubble butt he thought. Two tight-skinned hemispheres, cloven deep. The only sight of the thong was the tiny white arrow pointing down into that cleavage. What little else there was of it was out of sight between those buttocks.
She let the hem drop and turned. “See sir? I was telling the truth.”
“Perhaps I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, but rest assured at the next staff meeting I shall propose that these,” he hesitated, “these thongs will be outlawed too.” To himself he thought that outlawing Bianca’s thong would be a great shame.
“Can I go now sir, please?”
“Go, Bianca? I think not. You have some punishment to come before you can go. Eighteen strokes unless I’m mistaken.”
To his delight, Roger’s erection was back, back with a vengeance. Knowing the plot, he was well aware of what was ahead.
“Place your hands on the desk and lean over.”
“Please sir no. I wasn’t rude to Miss Wright and I really do need to wear a bra and I’m not wearing panties.” She sniffed and turned her head and stuck out her tongue at him. The last wasn’t in the plot and he grinned.
“Do as you’re told Bianca or I’ll add six more.”
She did as she was told and he reached for the ruler. The moment had come. He lifted the back of her skirt and tucked the hem into the waistband and the lovely ass was there, pale firm and unmarked. Bianca bent further and he could just see the line of the thong’s white fabric deep in the cleft of her buttocks.
Come back one week from today to read Part Three of this sexy story.
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