My role-play sext

[xiupakchoi]

Nice share TS, waiting for more updates

[a380]

Another sext story, which makes her horny as hell too!

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You are a typical JC girl studying in Raffles JC. Not only do you excel in your academics, but you are an all-rounder in sports, arts and community work. You are an avid sportswoman, a proficient piano player and regular volunteer at an old folks’ home. To cap all your achievements, you are stunningly beautiful, with a well-sculpted and lean body due to years of sports training. You know you have a glorious set of bosom which is kept within the confines of your sports bra, but your male classmates and even male teachers, such as me, can clearly see the heavy outline of your chest, especially when you stand up straight or lean against the desk. Although you are short, you are better described as a chilly padi - hot, with a body and face to die for. However, you are not interested in relationships even though many boys have tried to pursue you. You are swarmed with Valentine’s Day gifts but you simply give them away to your girlfriends, who are envious of your innate attractiveness. As the form teacher, it’s obvious to me that the boys in your class are always scrambling to get your attention or offering to help you. But you reject them firmly and politely, as being a capable girl, you are quite sure of yourself and very independent in your life. In my class, you always participate actively from your seat in the front row, giving me a full view of your enormous racks which are tightly compressed by your white blouse. I often wonder if you deliberately get a smaller uniform so you can show off your figure, especially when you tuck in your blouse into your skirt, your nice, huggable waist can be clearly seen. If I were a student, I would woo you. But you would probably reject me. So all I can do is to admire you and give you special attention to your homework, such as writing more comments and even drawing a smiley on your test paper to praise you - which I never do for other students. I frequently wonder about the treasures hidden in you, but these are not mine to seek, not yet, at least...

[DennisMoon]

Nice thread, support!

[i^Xi0n]

interesting and nicely written story TS, great share and please do keep it going.

[VRossi1980]

love this story, waiting here for much juicy updates.

[a380]

Despite your achievements, unknown to all but yourself, you are actually a highly insecure girl who is under a great deal of pressure to perform. Your outlet of relieving stress is actually illegal and will potentially ruin your future - shoplifting. You find thrill in stealing any sort of item in shops, just to prove that you are not only a goody girl, but one who dares to break the law. In the past few months, as your stress escalated due to A-level exams drawing nearer, you have been visiting shopping malls with increasing frequency to shoplift for clothes, cosmetics, wallets, and even a bag of chips from NTUC. You know this addiction will get you into trouble one day, but you need to do this, or you may erupt internally. This helps you to focus better on your studies, ironically.



On one afternoon, I’m at Junction 8, the mall near Raffles JC, shopping for a new belt at G2000. It is after work, so I want to get a new belt and grab dinner at the same time. Just when I’m shopping, I heard a loud commotion near the changing room. “The shirt is in your bag, what do you have to say about it?” a salegirl is shouting. Initially I can’t be bothered, then I hear a familiar, feminine voice: “I’m sorry!” It is you. I walk over, and see that your head is looking down in shame as the salesgirl is holding your bag upside down, having poured out the contents of your bag. You are still in your school uniform, so shoppers around clearly know that you are from RJC. “I’m going to call the police!” The salesgirl declared in a harsh tone. “You students have no respect for the law!” “Wait!” I interject and quickly move to stop the salesgirl. “I know this student. I’m her form teacher. Please do not contact the police. I will raise this up to my principal and she will be disciplined in school. Please give her a chance.” I show her my MOE pass as evidence that I’m a teacher. The salesgirl is hesitant, but I think she doesn’t want to handle additional work, so she decided to let you go. “Let this be a warning to you! Never steal things!” She scolded you, wagging her finger at you. You scoop up the contents of your bag on the floor and stuff them into it. You dare not look at me in the eye because you don’t wish to see the disappointment on my face. My star student is a shoplifter! I’m really upset and puzzled too. “Follow me,” I said sternly. And you walk behind me out of the shop. “I will send you home and talk to your parents.” With these words, your eyes swell and redden, before tears stream down your cheeks. We walk in silence to the carpark.

As I’m about to start up the car engine, you suddenly speak, “Mr Lim, please do not tell the school about it!” Your voice is shaking, yet I still find it so feminine and gentle. Even though your eyes are watery with tears, I still find them rather alluring. Stop your dirty thoughts, I tell myself. “Mr Lim, I need a scholarship to go overseas as my parents can’t afford my education,” you sob, “if the school knows about just now, they will not nominate me for any scholarship!” “Why did you choose to steal?” I demanded. “Of all people, I don’t expect to be you.” You look at me directly, your eyes still red. “I’m really, really stressed. I can’t control myself. Everyone wants me to be the perfect girl but I can’t.” And with that you start to cry aloud in my car, and your tears constantly roll down. I can’t help but feel sympathetic, and I pass some tissue paper to you. Then I notice that your tears have fallen onto your white blouse, wetting a portion of it, especially the round area where I suppose your breast is... Gosh, your bosom is really large. I take a big gulp and place my hand on yours, patting it gently. It is the first time I’m touching a student, and I know I’m crossing a dangerous boundary. But I can claim that I’m comforting you. I deliberately let my hand rest on yours, so I can feel your smooth baby skin. So this is how an 18-year-old feels like. At the thought of that, my penis hardens and I feel uncomfortable as it tries to erect under confines of my pants. What an awkward timing. But I savour touching the class belle.

[FriskyPartner]

Interesting story, support

[a380]

Your crying eventually stops, and you sniff on the tissue paper. Feeling braver, I place my arm on your shoulder. You are a little surprised but you don’t react. “OK, I’m not going to tell the principal. On one condition. You must meet me everyday for counselling.” You nod your head vigorously and you exclaim, “Thank you Mr Lim! I will do whatever you say!” “Let me drive you home now.” I feel even more daring, and I reach out to your side to put on the belt for you, in the process my arm brush against your breasts. I got so close to you that I catch a whiff of your fragrant scent. I wish I can go down and attack your neck and shoulderblades...I force myself to concentrate on driving and ignore the throbbing bulge under my pants, which is hurting me now. I really need to unleash it but I can’t.

After I send you home and I return home myself, I have a quick shower, shut myself in my room and lie on my bed. I pull down my pants, and while thinking of you, my penis hardens within a few seconds. I take out my phone and look at you in a class photo. I begin to fantasize about making love to you in your RJC uniform. I mutter your name while stroking my penis, imagining that you are enjoying every moment of me making love to you. Within a few minutes, I ejaculate and I spurt out semen into the air. Wow, I have never masturbated so intensely until today. Deep within me, I’m in a dilemma. I truly want to do good to help you. But at the same time, I have powerful information which I can use to blackmail you to enjoy your body. How?

[MPLover]

really like your story ts! hoping for more juicy updates.

[a380]

Today is the first day when you will meet me for counselling. I have booked an empty classroom to ensure privacy. It is 6pm and you have yet to show up, because you have CCA. I’m excited and uncomfortable at the same time. How am I going to talk to you like an ordinary student while I have such strong sexual urges towards you? I fear that I may transgress our professional boundaries between teacher and student. I try to not think about your bosom and body, but the harder I try, images of you keep popping up. Finally, you show up at the classroom. When I see you, something in me stirs. My penis begins to awaken.

You are dressed in your tennis sports attire when you come and see me. You are still sweaty and panting when you enter the classroom apologetically. You place your racket at the back of the room and quickly move to the desk where I’m seated. You are trying to wipe your sweat with a towel but how I wish you are not doing so, because I feel like licking every drop of honey liquid you produce; even after sports, you still smell fragrant and feminine. Your huge chest is easily seen in your tennis wear; I wonder if it is hard for you to move around with your heavy breasts. Doesn’t it hurt?



I spend some time admiring your body before I decide to speak. My penis is hardening, making it uncomfortable for me. “Now, relax first. Tell me how stressed you are,” I said. And you begin to explain your exam stress blah blah blah...I’m not listening. I’m thinking of a thousand ways to screw you in your tennis attire. I’m going to make you more sweaty and breathless than ever before! A beast has awoken inside me that I have never felt it. It is making me to do horrible things; things which may cost me my job and at least 20 years in jail. But I know I have something over you that I can use to my advantage. If I don’t do it now, I will never be able to ravage your sweet young body...

“I will show you a way to destress, and it’s like meditation,” I said. I play soft piano music on the laptop and switch off most of the lights, so that the classroom is darker. “Close your eyes and clear your thoughts,” I said. You innocently close your eyes and sit still. I walk quietly to your back, and said softly, “Be still. Be at peace. Take note of your breath. Focus on your breath, and think of nothing else.”

I wait for several minutes before moving closer to the back of your chair. This is it, I tell myself. “Do not think of anything, do not speak, and do not move. I’m going to do something which may make you shocked, but it is normal,” I whisper. Then, I put my hands on the top of your shoulders. You don’t jerk away. Your body is still. As you are wearing your tennis attire, I can feel the cool perspiration on your skin of the shoulders, and I feel very excited and anxious.

My hands glide down from your shoulders to your arms, gently and smoothly, up and down, so I’m feeling more of your skin. I can sense that you are a little concerned because your body twitches a little. But you still trust me and you don’t move or speak. It is so pleasurable to touch a student’s bare shoulders and arms. My penis is forcing its way out of my boxers. I stop using my hands to glide up and down.

With a sudden move, both my hands quickly go to your chest and my palms lie flat on your breasts. From the back, I sense that you have opened your eyes and you are starting to speak, but I pre-empt you by stating sharply, “Keep your eyes closed and do not speak or move!” My hands are now stationery, spread wide on your amazing set of racks. I savour the moment of touching the most popular student’s most intimate parts. A few seconds later, I begin to squeeze your breasts - I sense your breathing has increased, that you have begun to panic, but for me the fun has just started. Soft and hard, I squeeze your mighty breasts while I stand behind you, thinking of the long evening ahead of us...

[JJMagic]

love this story! sure hoping there will be much more.

[a380]

I continue to massage and squeeze your enormous breasts hidden under your tennis wear. “Mr Lim,” you finally give a soft response, “this is wrong.” I bend down and place my head very close to your ear. Your fragrant scent is overpowering me and I enjoy it so much. I whisper into your ear, “Do you feel good?” And I stick out my tongue into your ear, giving it a circular swirl, pausing every now and then to blow hot air into it. You begin to move your body, to wriggle around as you feel ticklish yet sensual at the same time. I continue my tongue-fucking with your other ear, while my hands are still busy massaging your breasts with a hard and soft rhythm. “If this is wrong, why does it feel so good?” you whisper in fear, your voice shaking. All of a sudden you place your hands on mine. “Don’t stop,” you mumble. You are holding on to my hands tightly now as I now decide to use my palms to rub the areas where I know your areolas are. The fabric of your tennis wear is thick, but as I continue rubbing, I can sense that your nipples are hardening too. I stop my tongue-fucking of your ears and begin to kiss your bare shoulders, licking them up and down. Then I begin to attack your neck from your back, giving you as much sensual pleasure as possible. You give a soft moan, indicating that you love every moment of it. As you are wearing a one-piece dress, the only way to unclothe you is to pull up your dress. But I don’t wish the action to be so fast. You are going to lose your virginity to me in a gradual manner...

I decide to move to your front to see your face, and what I see is shyness coupled with pleasure and also discomfort. I continue to nibble on the sides of your neck, while my hands are now on your waist. Suddenly I force you to stand up and I hug you close to me, and I look down on you, smiling. “This should be the way for you to destress,” I said. Then I go to your lips and kiss you. At first you struggle and try to resist by shaking me off, your hands pushing me away. But my arms are firmly around your waist, and my tongue is furiously trying to enter your lips, to find yours too. But after a while you give up, and my tongue finds yours, and we begin to play with our tongues in a light manner. We gradually lie down on the floor, with me on top of you as we continue our tongue-fucking. My hands are all over you; caressing your hair, touching your breasts, moving up and down your thighs and legs. After our french kiss, I look into your eyes and ask, “Do you enjoy it?” You nodded, “Cher, if I know this feels so good, I wouldn’t shoplift!”

After hearing it, I pull up your dress in one sharp move, revealing your black panty. I touch it - it is so wet, as if you were caught in the rain. Then you do something which catch me by surprise. I had only pulled up your tennis dress halfway. You pull it off your body by yourself. And there, behold, is your full, naked body with your glorious set of breasts freed from their prison. Your areola are hard and pointy, and so is my penis...

[oxytocin]

Nice to read and nice photos shared. Good story thread.

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[Rinterest]

Nice story and good pictures. Hope to read more.

[CumExplorer]

Originally Posted by JJMagic

love this story! sure hoping there will be much more.

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