The Danielle Debauchery by shermer
This is a third volume of stories following on from my previous works: The Danielle Discovery and The Danielle Development (which I would suggest reading first or some things won’t make a lot of sense). This instalment ventures into some more niche kinks so may not appeal to everyone but it follows the same central characters and is a direct continuation of the previous volume.
Contents
Chapter 1 – The Danielle Diversion
Chapter 2 – The Danielle Dispensation
Chapter 3 – The Danielle Delegation
Chapter 4 – The Chloe Comprehension
Chapter 5 – The Natalia Novelty
Chapter 6 – The Danielle Disrobing
Epilogue – The Danielle Denial
Chapter One – The Danielle Diversion
It was approaching the summer holidays and I’d bought my first mobile phone, a Nokia 3310. Aside from playing Snake during breaks, it really didn’t get a whole lot of use. Hardly surprising as the only people I was likely to want to talk with were all sitting next to me in school throughout the day. Apart from one person. Danielle had also got a mobile phone recently and we had exchanged numbers when our get togethers started to become regular. Danielle wasn’t big on chat but did occassional text me during class causing the phone to vibrate in my pocket. Knowing it was her, combined with the vibration was, at that age, almost enough to get me going. I didn’t check messages during class. It was against the rules and I wouldn’t risk getting my phone confiscated, or worse yet the teacher demanding to see the message. Danielle’s messages were usually explicit in nature!
One day, I felt the familiar S.O.S. buzz toward the end of 4th period (just prior to lunch). As the bell rang and pupils spilled out into the corridor, I retrieved the phone from my pocket and sure enough it was from Danielle.
“Horny AF. Wanna fck?”
I wasn’t sure if Danielle was just being a tease since it had been weeks since our illicit rendezvous in the swimming pool changing rooms and we had got into a pattern of Friday afternoons. Other than the odd x-rated SMS suggesting what we might do at our next session, we didn’t really speak during the school day. But I was a teenage boy and was hardly going to ignore the opportunity for sex. But where? My house was too far from school. I’d never been to Danielle’s before and didn’t even know where it was. There weren’t really any other options.
“Where?” I responded.
“Grls nxt 2 english.” came the reply.
That was a risky proposition and made me very nervous, but also a little bit excited. I hung back, walking slowly down the corridor toward the main concourse, being passed by most people rushing to get to the dining hall before the queues got too long. The English classrooms where on the way back on the ground floor. As I approached, I sent a reply to Danielle.
“m outside.”
I continued to look at my phone while standing in the corridor just short of the door attempting to look causual. The phone buzzed again in my hand.
“all clear” came Danielle’s reply.
I hesitated… not one hundred percent trusting that this wasn’t some sort of prank Danielle was playing. I wouldn’t put it past her. I checked back down the corridor I had just walked up, there was nobody there. Ahead of me the last few stragglers were passing through the doors into the main concourse, nobody was looking. I pushed the door open and stepped inside the girls toilets.
Danielle was standing in the middle of the room looking quite different than expected. Not wearing her usual tight trousers and v-neck combo, instead she was standing in a dark, pleated skirt and tights, combined with a white shirt. Her breasts still bulged against the cotton, straining the buttons and creating a gap in between revealing the middle of the dark bra that also showed faintly though the white fabric.
She stepped toward me and put her hand between my legs, massaging my swelling manhood over my trousers. In little time I was standing to attention. Danielle didn’t waste a second in kneeling down and unzipping my fly. Putting her fingers inside she pulled down my briefs enough to expose my shaft, taking hold of it and exposing it to the daylight. It was a surreal experience, standing in the girls loos with my boner in the hands of a girl who only weeks prior had never spoken to me.
“Mmmm” Danielle moaned in approval as she kissed the tip “that’s what I wanted to see.”
I was acutely aware that at any moment someone could walk in and find us, so I was listening intently for the sound of footsteps or voices in the corridor outside. At the same time, the jeopardy made this all the more exciting and my cock throbbed in her hand as I felt my heart race. Looking at Danielle kneeling before me, I saw down her partially unbuttoned shirt to her ample cleavage being hugged in a tight black lace bra. Danielle looked great in black lace!
“What if someone comes in?” I asked anxiously.
Danielle looked back at me, her desire momentarily checked by the reality of the risk and, I assumed, her determination not to be associated with a geek like me, let alone discovered felating me in the toilets! She stood up and – continuing to grasp it – led me by the cock into one of the stalls. She sat down on the toilet seat and I closed the door behind us, fumbling to lock it behind my back. No sooner had the door latched then Danielle had my dick in her mouth, sucking on it like a hoover. I leaned back against the closed door and enjoyed the feeling of her lips gliding back and forth over my corona and her tongue stroking my bell end, the tip dancing over my pee-hole. I started to sigh as the waves of pleasure rolled over me. Danielle ocassionally stopped to give her mouth a rest and firmly tugged me off, spitting on her hand to lube it up. I was in heaven and couldn’t wait to shoot my load all over her face and cleavage. I reached down to unbutton her shirt so I come over her without leaving any stains. But before I managed to get my hands on her goods, she stopped.
“Swap” she instructed, while pulling her bra cups down so that her tits hung out over the top while the bra remained fastened.
We switched positions somewhat awkwardly in the cramped stall so that i was now sitting on the toilet seat and she was standing before me. Then she took hold of the front of her pleated skirt and lifted it up completely, revealing her exposed pussy. Danielle hadn’t been wearing tights, she was wearing stockings, only stockings, no underwear at all. I stared at her smooth, nubile vulva as she stood, legs apart, flashing me for a second or two. I could see a glistening snail-trail running down both her inside thighs too. She hadn’t been exaggerating in her text message, her pussy had been quite literally dripping with her horny secretions.
All of a sudden, I heard the door swing open and the sound of voices, mid conversation, echoed around the tiled room.
“He’s kinda cute, I guess” said one voice
“Yeah, well he’s totally into you…” said the other.
Danielle wasn’t put off. Sitting down on my lap she lowered herself onto my vertical member, exhaling as it penetrated her tight, slick hole, stretching her to capacity for only the 5th or 6th time perhaps. She began to roll her hips back and forth, slowly at first but building in speed, all the while the conversation continued outside the stall.
“… so do you think you’d go out with him…” the gossip continued
“I dunno, like only if Michelle was totally okay with it”
Danielle’s hip movements bacame more pronounced bounces and her breathing became louder just as the slightly loose toilet seat began clanking rythmically. The voices outside stopped abruptly as they realised they were not alone in conversation. Danielle stopped moving for a second. We heard the door swing open again and the pair leave. As soon as they had gone Danielle began gyrating once more, rapidly. I reached round and grabbed hold of her exposed tits, squeezing them hard in each hand. I couldn’t see much, Danielle’s skirt was draped over her legs, but I could feel her juices running down my shaft and over my balls to be soaked into my underwear.
I could also feel my orgasm building and Danielle was now audibly moaning which reverberated around the whole room. I reached under her and grasped both ass cheeks, spreading them apart and providing her some support as she bounced up.
THUNK, THUNK, THUNK. It sounded like the toilet seat was going to fall off.
“Oh fuck, I’m getting close” Danielle announced, increasing in speed all the more. I felt her muscles contracting around my cock as the onset of her orgasm began to take hold. I was trying to hold mine back to let her cum first, still hoping to shoot my load over her tits so she could lick them clean before me.
THUNK, THUNK, THUNK… my hard on raged and I desparately tried to hold off… THUNK THUNK THUNK… CLACK!
The unexpected sound suddently startled me, swiftly followed by an eletronic chime. My attention snapped back from my day dream.
I re-focussed on the displays on front of me which I had unintentionally zoned out of a few minutes earlier. An amber annunciator flashed before me. Instinctively I reached out and pressed it to stop the blinking.
“Elec, Gen 1, Fail” announced the captain reading from the status display between us.
“Balls.” he sighed.
The sigh denoted his realisation that the failure of one if our aircraft’s three electrical generators meant we would most likely not be making it back to base for tea time. We had dispatched earlier with another already inoperative and the unexpected failure of a second one – leaving us with just a single functioning electrical source – would, if we could not coax it back into life, result in us having to divert to an alternate airport. After following the relevent checklists and coordinating with our maintenance and ops teams it was settled: we were making an emergency diversion to London. We would also be out of hours on our max duty time to fly home again that day, so we would be spending the night.
As soon as we pulled onto stand, I turned my phone on and texted Danielle. It was late afternoon, chances of her managing to get to London in time for a quick “catch up” were slim I figured. But I was pleasantly surprised to discover she was already here, apparently visiting a friend, and could meet me in the hotel later that evening. Result! After a quick dinner with my frustrated fellow crew members, I made my excuses and I retired to my room to await Danielle’s arrival. I passed the time watching TV and flicking through Youtube videos. At about 7:45pm there was a knock at the door.
