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Seduction, love and submission: Episode 1 (Series)

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  Seduction, love and submission: Episode 1 (Series) It was the summer of 2010, three years since I had left the campus of my business school with this diploma, the sesame of our modern world. Ambitious and well trained, I had, at the price of countless interviews and an almost vindictive tenacity, joined the ranks of M. a prestigious firm specialized in strategic analysis. Those first years had been frightening, with their procession of sleepless nights, shortened weekends to analyze and deconstruct industries I knew nothing about, but one learned quickly. The picture of my personal life was the negative reflection of my professional life, empty! Although the era was not yet one of triumphant minorities, differences were accepted, especially in my American firm, where, in the absence of otherness, personality was respected. Why do I say this? I say this because I, Marianne, have always loved women, ever since I felt the desire. My family and friends knew it, I had little qualms ab...
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Piano lessons

 Piano lessons


Agathe has been my student for over 4 years. She is 17 years old now, she is a very good pianist that I am preparing for an international competition. Agathe lives with her parents, her father is a doctor and her mother is a psychologist, so there are no end-of-month problems. As for me, I am a former concert performer, having had success a few years ago, I now teach my art at home in individual lessons. My rates are up to my reputation.


I am very satisfied with Agathe, whom her parents entrusted to me after her studies at the conservatory.

She has become a pretty young girl, brown, thin with beautiful green eyes. She is rather shy and reserved, even though we have known each other for several years.


Her class lasts an hour, and sometimes I sit next to her, against her, on the piano bench to comment on this or that passage of the work she has to interpret, and sometimes I stand walking behind her or just looking at her while listening. Her cute little ass on the bench leaves me less and less insensitive, even if I quickly chase away the lustful ideas that come to me.


One day, after feeling her thigh against mine, I get up and come and stand behind her. I interrupt her and lean against her back to show her on the score the movement she needs to do again. I am persuaded that she must feel against her neck the hardness of my member. My hand leaves the score and comes to rest on her shoulder, I feel a slight quivering of her body, but no reproach from her.

I am very hesitant and invite him to resume his game. I continue mine and my fingers beat an uncertain measure on his shoulder and a little lower than the clavicles. My manhood always presses in her back, and I feel her disturbed by my audacity without knowing what she thinks of it.

My fingers slide a little more on the top of her left breast, but I don't find the courage to go further.

The end of the course arrives and after some advice, we make an appointment for 2 days.


When Agathe arrives this Thursday, I am amazed, she wears a pretty spring dress, a little above the knee, buttoned entirely on the front with a small belt of fabric identical to the dress. She takes place on the bench and begins her warm-up. The dress is pulled up about ten centimeters on her thighs and the sight of her naked legs moves me to the point. Same scenario as the previous class, I settle down against her on the stool and I feel the heat of her thigh against mine, which does not fail to give me a small erection.

I get up, let her interpret the work and I come back to stick me against her back, my pubis stuck to her neck. Shuddering of its share, I feel the disorder. I press harder while leaning to indicate a passage to her on the sheet and my hand comes again on her shoulder. She plays more difficultly. My fingers slide on the neckline of the dress and while delicately I open two buttons.

My hand continues its way until wrapping in its palm the sublime small breast. I hear her breath accelerate a little. My erection is at its peak, my right hand now continues to open the buttons of the dress and I spread the panels revealing to my sight her underwear.

Always behind her back, my hands pass from her breasts to her intimacy. The wetness of her panties reassures me a little on her desire. I think she is still a virgin and I would not like to take away her hymen.

I took out my cock, and I masturbate against her shoulder, against her cheek. It is a long time since she plays, but she remains motionless in front of the piano. My caresses become more precise and I feel her legs spread slightly. Two fingers under her panties, I find her lips very wet and my fingers tighten on her clitoris. Finally she emits a moan of pleasure. Her head turns and the tip of her tongue grazes my cock that I shake in a very disorderly way.

I am on the verge of orgasm and I continue to martyr her intimacy, her thighs are widely open now, her moans accelerate, I know she is going to have an orgasm, my cock is ready to explode and when her tongue lands on my glans my jets of cum flood her tongue and the bottom of her beautiful face...

I hand her a packet of Kleenex, I gibber some excuses, Agathe buttons her dress and disappears quickly saying to Tuesday, day of her next class...

She didn't say a single word during this class, but I am waiting feverishly for our next appointment.



A very nice evening !


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