Teacher's Pet

Teacher's Pet
By doggettfann
Chapter Six

*My muse inspired me to change the ending
to chapter 6. Here is the COMPLETED version.
Enjoy


Grissom rolled off of Sara's upper torso. His cock
was throbbing. "You like sucking me? You sure
are talented ."

"Yes, Gil," she answered, the taste
of his fleshy cock lingering on her tongue.

"Tell me. Tell me you like my cock."

"I like your cock," she said, as he wiped the excess
saliva from her swollen lips.

"What do you like about it?" he asked, looking
into her eyes while he explored her hot hole
with his fingers.

"I like um...the taste. The feel of it. It's hard
and big."

"Good girl."

He bent his head to her center. He spread her
thighs further apart and tasted her pink meat.
His beard felt soft on her inner thighs, his hair
tickling her wet slit, pressing against her clit,
merging with her small patch of pubic hair.

He leaned up and freed her right hand.

"Say thank you, Sir," he directed.

"Thank you, Sir," she said.

"Touch your nipples," he said, muffled from
pleasing her. His tongue worked her clit,
swelling it up, her hole gushing with juices.

Sara obeyed him, bringing her long fingers to
her rock hard nipples. She fondled them, moving
them around with her fingertips. Pinch, pinch, press,
press, squeeze, squeeze. Grissom looked up over her
flat abs to see her touching herself. Her eyes still
covered with his robe belt. She was gently biting her lower lip.

The feel of Gil's wet tongue moving her juices around
with his saliva all over her slit was more than she could stand.
Having him tie her up and get his manly needs from her was
all that she could take. The feel of the nylons holding her
left wrist in place for him, Grissom's face between her thighs,
the taste of his cock still in her mouth, the stretched feeling in
her jaws from where he had opened her mouth wide for his manmeat,
the sound of his muffled grunting, caused orgasm to
birth in her loins and cut through her like a wildfire.

"Fuuuuckk...I'm cooommmingggg, Grisssssoooommmmm!"

Gil pulled his face up quickly from her bucking pelvis. He
crawled up her body, positioning himself face to face with his
sex pet. He leaned close to her ear. His breath smelled like her
wet sex. "It's Gil, remember?" he whispered. "Let me do something
that will remind you. Like all pets even you must be trained."

"Ahhh...what was that?" she gasped feeling a sting of heat on
her nipples.

"Wax," Grissom said. "Hot wax. Say, thank you, Gil."

"Thank you, Gil."

He placed the candle back on the night stand by the bed.

"Did you like that good hard cum I gave you with my face?"

"Yes, Gil. Thank you, Gil." She was catching on. Grissom loved it.

"I must be a decent teacher. You're learning quickly."

"You always have been a good teacher, Gil," Sara said. "May I
ask you a question, Gil?"

"Yes, my sweet."

"May I have my eyes? I want to see you when you are inside of me."

"Okay," he agreed. He exposed her eyes. She looked into his blue
lookers, then over the cooling wax that stained her nipples.

Gil Grissom kissed her face, her lips, her nose, her collar bone,
her ears. He got on top of her and pushed the head of his cock
into her slippery flesh. The scent stiffened him beyond his own belief.
She wrapped her long legs over his back, hooking her ankles and
pulling him in deeper into her body.

"Ahhhhhh," she exhaled, felling the pressure of his hardness in her
walls. He rubbed her strongly from the inside.

Sara's mush felt incredible on Grissom's erectness. "My God,
this is so hot."

"Are you pleased?" she asked in a state of hightened arousal. She
thought she would cum again. He felt so damn good.

"Yes, my pet. You have pleased your master Gil. Yes, baby,
oh yes." He could barely speak. She was THAT good.

A slow rythym built between them as their eyes locked. Happy
tears rolled from Sara's eyes, the intensity was too much. Her inner
walls began to pulse over his flesh, another orgasm bursting through
her hot spot.

To know that he ws pleasing her, to bring tears to her eyes, to
bend her to his will, to his fantasies, to his private desires, feeling her
wiggling under him, her inner steam rushing over his shaft allowed his
hot seed to speed out of his hard cock and into her tight canal. He had
marked her. She was his.

Grissom grunted loudly and slammed himself in her swiftly as he
came. He dipped his dick in her as the orgasm settled. Sweat poured
from his body onto Sara's skin.

He rested his weight on top of her. He felt the sweat, the candle wax,
he heard her loud pants in his ear. Her left hand still tied with a nylon.

"I'll untie you my pet. You pleased me well. You are mine now, you are
stained with my desire."

Sara panted hard, satisfied breaths. Grissom lay beside of her and held
her in his arms. She looked up to him with her beautiful, gappy smile.
She looked gladly conquered. He couldn't help but smile himself.

"You just took me and did things to my body that...Gil...that was
incredible. I'm so...I've never had sex like that."

"I dominated you, honey. I MADE you feel. You seem so closed
off to emotions. I wanted to change that for you."

"I seem closed off to emotions? What about you?" she asked,
the sassy Sara tone coming back to her whiny voice.

Grissom smiled. "That's how I express them. Do you like?"

"I do," she grinned and squeezed him tightly.

"I don't want you with other men. No one else."
Grissom's tone was more serious.

"Yes, Gil," she said softly.

"Come with me, I want to do something."

He led Sara into the living room. It felt good to Sara to
be walking around Grissom's house in the nude so casually.
He made her feel like she belonged there.

He took her to the center of the room. "Pour these on me," he told
her as he gathered the ten candles. "For all the wasted years.
May they be lessons well learned. No more wasting time."

She poured the first hot liquid kiss on his shoulder, the next on his
chest, another on his thigh. The fourth ran down his back. Grissom
took each sting from Sara. He wanted to feel a sting for each year
he had wasted not being with her.

She continued baptising him in liquid heat until all ten candles were
out. They stood there alone in the dark.

He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the tub.

"I'll clean you up now, baby. You did a good job for me. You are Gil's good girl."

He ran her bath water and swept her hair from her face, kissing her on the forehead.

"Am I still your pet?"

"Of course. You'll always be my pet. This isn't a one time thing, Sara," he said.
Tonight is only the beginning."

Sara smiled wide and proud, blush on her cheeks. She liked being Gil's. She felt
complete. Life was good as the teacher's pet.