Diamonds In The Rough

>“So you wanna get into the industry, huh?”
>You look up to see the imposing and slender figure ahead of you.
>The woman’s luscious purple hair was draped over her right shoulder and fell lightly down her chest.
>However, it was the look she gave you that really shrunk your already diminishing ego.
>Through half-closed eyelids, her glacial blue eyes pierced into you, and you had to force yourself not to look away from her glance.
>It was hard to discern whether she was uninterested or just trying to psych you out.
>Reluctantly, you nodded.
>A few seconds passed by with grueling silence, then suddenly, the woman scoffed and diverted her eyes.
>She un-crossed her legs in the most imposing manner, her black, loose skirt flapping as she sets her foot down on the floor.
>You couldn’t help but shoot a glance down at her thighs and beyond for the split second they were visible, when the cloth around her waist took its oh-so sweet time falling into place between her shapely legs..
>Luckily, it didn’t seem like she noticed you as she got up on her glossy high heels and strode gracefully through the dim room.
>Either that or she knew you peeked but let you get away with it...
>A thin mist of dust could be seen swirling in her wake, in the light flowing through thin cracks in the blinders.
>Nervously, you clench your fists whom you’ve tucked away in your lap.
>Your innards churned like a blender as every new second that ticked by convinced you more and more that this was a mistake.
>She stopped in front of the only window in the room and planted a thoughtful finger on her cheek while she wrapped her other arm around her waist.
>A solid minute went by without any sound.
>You didn’t even notice that you had started holding your breath.
>Realizing you might not even get a reply, you were about to apologize and leave when she suddenly spoke up again.
>”What kind of experience do you have, if I may ask?”
>Her voice made you instantly plomp back down the same position you had previously.
”Uhh…” you started, not entirely sure what to say. “Well, I’m nearly done with my studies here, so I thought…”
>”No, no no!” Rarity interrupted you, waving her arm dismissively, at the same time turning around and making her way over to where you sat. “I’m not talking that kind of experience.”
>Before you could react properly, Rarity slammed a hand into the wall behind you, trapping you between the back of your chair and her towering frame.
>The neck of her white blazer hang loosely around her torso, and you’ve never had a better view of her chest before, even though the view still left a lot to the imagination.
>Yet you kept your gaze aloft under her watchful eye.
>”Has anyone ever properly touched you, darling?”
>The question sent chills down your spine and you felt a knot tighten in your guts.
“E… Excuse me?”
>They were the only words you were able to force out between nervous swallowing and erratic breathing.
>Rarity sighed, running two fingers up your arm as she scanned your body from head to toe with the same piercing gaze as before.
>Was this some sort of test?
>”Working within this business requires a certain type of person, darling.” You could feel her sharp and polished nails gently stroke your shoulder through the hoodie you wore. “You need confidence, fearlessness, determination.”
>Her face was now close enough that you could feel her warm breath on your neck.
>It was as if she hit every nerve on your upper body at once, and your goosebumps didn’t show signs of waning any time soon.
>Rarity’s fingers playfully ran along your collarbone until they reached your throat, at which they changed course downward.
>”After all, how can anyone hope to survive here if they haven’t felt true pleasure before.”
>You snapped out of the trance you suddenly found yourself in, looking over at the woman superimposed above you.
>This time it was hard not to look her directly in the eyes, as everything else was blocked out by her rich, curly hair flowing over your shoulder like an ethereal waterfall.
>You were kind of shocked to find that she had a gentle smile, and her eyes no longer seemed like frozen arrows.
>It was almost serene and calming, and you had a difficult time tearing yourself away from those beautiful, glittering irises.
>That is, until you felt a hand forcibly take a hold of one of your breasts without warning.
>”Eeep!” you exclaim, jumping in your seat.
>However, Rarity’s strong arms kept you seated.
>She started expertly massaging your petite rack, her thumb often rubbing across the nipple and sending jolts of pleasure shooting around everywhere in your body like stray lightning.
>She was pushing all the right buttons without even putting in any effort, and you had to stifle multiple moans in case somebody would walk past the room and hear you.
>You felt utterly powerless in Rarity’s arms, and it was painfully clear that she was aware of this too.
>You didn’t really want her to stop either.
>Her mouth was now just a few inches from your ear.
>The draft of sweet perfume reached you, the smell standing in stark contrast to the otherwise smoke-filled chamber you were in.
>You couldn’t put your finger on it, but it was like this scent described this woman like no words ever could, as if it was made specifically for her.
>Rarity’s upper body was now so close to you that you could feel the heat radiating off her, like you were packed in a soft blanket.
>”Luckily for you…” she whispered lightly. “I’m quite the generous person. Girls like you should be given a second chance, my darling.”
>While you were unable to move due to the chills shooting down your back, Rarity moved away from your neck so that she could meet your eyes again, but still close enough to keep you sitting down.
>She kept that gentle look on her face, and you started to get mixed signals.
>Her eyes darted swiftly between locking your gaze in her own and staring down at your half-parted lips.
>You weren’t sure if it was your own illusionary wish fulfillment or your inability to focus properly, but you could swear that Rarity moved closer to you again.
>Unable to cope with your own flustered emotions, you closed your eyes in an attempt to hide yourself from the teacher.
>Deep down you knew this was wrong, but she stoked fires within you that you never even knew were there.
>She eventually let go of your chest and moved some stray locks of hair from your face, stroking your cheek and pushing the hair behind your ear.
>”I’ll give you that second chance, if you meet me at my house tomorrow evening.”
>Without even waiting for an answer, she stood back up and turned towards the exit.
>Immediately you started feeling lonely, the absence of her hand on your chest and her face so close to your neck you were certain she could just reach out and kiss you, left you unsatisfied.
>After the utter assault on your senses you just experienced, the dark room felt even colder and emptier than previously.
>You had a hard time finding words as all you could do was watch miss Rarity stride across the room again, swaying her hips enticingly as if she was intentionally doing so for you.
>She opened the door to the hallway, and bright light came flowing in.
>You had to shield your eyes due to the brightness, but Rarity seemed untouched by the change in luminosity.
>Right before she disappeared, she looked back at you over her shoulder.
>”And don’t be late, you hear me?”
>You nod as soon as she finishes her sentence, just in case she didn’t have the patience to wait even a few seconds.
>And before you knew it, the door opening was absent.
>You sat in your chair for a moment longer, wondering what kind of situation you had gotten yourself into.
>It was pretty clear that whatever awaited you the next evening, you had little choice but to go through with it.
>Your thought process was interrupted by a light quivering in your legs.
>You quickly found out that you had other needs that needed tending to, and rushed to find the nearest private room for yourself that didn’t remind you too much of what had just transpired.

>The next evening, the entire walk to Rarity’s home had plunged you into deep thoughts as you subconsciously wandered the empty streets.
>Your legs carried you to your destination as you both gruelingly, and to be honest, excitingly, thought about what the teacher had in store for you.
>One thought that kept bothering you, however, was that this was all a ruse, that it maybe was some sort of sick hazing ritual for something you weren’t aware off.
>However, at this point your curiosity had to be sated or you would probably go insane, so you mentally prepared yourself for the chance of embarrassment and tried your best to suppress your paranoia.
>You had wandered from your home on the east side and suddenly found yourself in the self-proclaimed ‘rich district’ of the city.
>It was maze of expensive housing and extravagant lifestyles which people like you could only dream off.
>What truly went on in these neighborhoods was anyone's guess.
>Before you realized, you had found yourself at your destination looking blankly at the dark metal gate leading to the front door.
>It was a two story tall building with lavish plantlife growing around it.
>Its walls were painted in a light royal blue, and on the surface it seemed quite classical in design compared to the more modern architectural styles around it.
>The gate leading into the property was already open, as if the land itself invited you in.
>Carefully you took a step onto a rocky path cutting through the lush grass leading up to the porch.
>As you strode through this little piece of Eden, you noticed a humble driveway to your left with its own garage separate from the main building.
>Parked in front was a shiny, expensive chrysler glittering in the moonlight.
>A thought kept popping into your head, wondering how a teacher could afford to live like this.
>You tore yourself away from your distractions as you strode up the porch stairs and stood face to face with the front door of miss Rarity’s house.
>You felt your insides sink like lead when you moved to knock on the door.
>It took you a solid minute to muster up the courage to signal your arrival.
>Damn it, why was this so hard?
>The answer should be obvious, but you usually wasn’t that much of a wuss around the other people at the school.
>With Rarity, it was different though.
>It was like she was some sort of overwhelming, unstoppable force hiding behind the facade of a highly educated and well-mannered teacher.
>You had always been a little intimidated by her though, something your classmates never understood you for.
>Rarity was always calm, collected and extremely patient, and she always seemed keep a straight face during classes.
>It was like you could feel something brewing underneath her surface, but could never put your finger on it.
>Yesterday was one of the few times you felt like you saw her for who she truly is, and the way she acted confused and intrigued you to no end.
>Was this her true self she was planning to show you this evening?
>You snapped out of your train of thought and felt goosebumps spread rapidly across your skin as you suddenly heard the doorknob rattle.
>You swallowed your fear to the best of your ability and quickly made sure your wavy locks sat right and that your skirt was proper before the door slid open.
>As the light washed over you, the silhouette of the teacher revealed itself on the other side.
>It took only a few seconds for your eyes to adjust so you could get a look at what awaited you.
>It seemed that Rarity had discarded her usual attire you saw her in every day in favour of something more casual now, donning a bright yellow, knitted cardigan emblazoned with pink butterflies draped over a plain white t-shirt which hang loosely around her shoulders.
>Below the t-shirt and her visible midriff, which you were uncertain was intentional or not, she wore a pair of slim indigo jeans sitting tight against her legs.
>Realizing you were looking in the complete opposite direction, you quickly moved your eyes up to meet your host’s, which curiously were smiling welcomingly at you.
>Her meticulous curls bounced playfully around her neck and shoulders, falling from her head without restraint.
>To you this was a total juxtaposition to how you normally saw her, and it caught you completely off guard.
>So much so that you nearly forgot the formalities.
“G-good evening, ma’am!” you clumsily spurted out.
>Your rash thinking seemed to elicit a snicker from your teacher as she greeted you back.
>”No need for the formalities, darling. I was just making some tea, would you like some?”
>The woman gestured for you to come inside, and you followed her invitation into the hallway of her house.
“Sure, thanks.” you answered as you removed your jacket and hung it on a coat hanger.
>It was quite amazing to see this place from another perspective you thought, scanning the interior and soaking in the details.
>From your point of view you could almost see the entire house, as the arches leading to the other rooms were quite wide.
>Ahead was a staircase leading up to the second floor, and to your left was a big open living room with glass sliding doors leading out to a patio.
>Strangely enough the house was sparse with furnishing, so most of the areas appeared spacious and wide.
>”Right this way!” Rarity called out from your right.
>As you turned to find the source, you saw that the entire right side of the first floor was one large combined kitchen and dining area, with a dining table for up to twelve people and a kitchen counter doubling as a bar bench.
>Rarity stood by the sink pouring hot water into two white cups with tiny paper pieces dangling gently from the edge.
>You sat down on one of the bar stools just as she had put the pot down and turned towards you.
>It was barely noticeable at first, but above the bench were cupboards lined up with flasks and bottles in all shapes and sizes.
>Curiously, none of them seemed opened from your point of view.
“You really have all this space for yourself?” you asked, hoping you weren’t too nosy.
>The lady nodded as she put the steaming cup down in front of you.
>”I inherited this place from my parents. In fact, I inherited a lot from them.”
>Her gentle voice took a break as she tried to cool down her own tea.
>Rarity’s beauty and grace seemed like the only constant about her, which thoroughly confused you.
>You almost expected this to be some sort of bait at this point, considering how nonchalant she behaved, but your expectations had become so completely shattered that you didn’t know what to think anymore.
>”However.” she said, breaking your train of thought. “My business is something I’ve built all by myself, and I’m quite proud of it!”
>You looked at her with curiosity.
”Business? Meaning you’re not just a teacher?”
>”Correct!” Rarity answered with a smile. “Which is what I wanted to talk to you about.”
>The woman’s cup made contact with the hard stone surface of the table, reverberating a light clink throughout the chamber.
>Memories of yesterday came flooding to you again as you tried not to focus too much on them.
>”I’ve seen your designs, Anne, and It’s been quite some time since something that creative has crossed my path.”
>You took your eyes off the floor for a second and saw Rarity leaning across the counter, her hands folded in front of her for support.
>The way she bent over meant you had the same amazing view as last time, but you forced yourself to look into her eyes instead.
>”The fact that you’re here means you weren’t intimidated enough to be scared off. That’s an important trait to have.”
“T-trait?” you stutter, trying to make sense of what she’s telling you.
>”You passed my first test, darling!” Rarity said and stood back up with a gleeful grin.
>Was this some sort of cruel joke?
>Had she been messing with you this whole time?
>Now all your nervous fiddling and second thoughts seemed utterly moronic.
>Of course, this all seemed too unreal to be true from the beginning, but it only now started to sink in.
>”Well... they aren’t exactly ‘tests’ in the general sense. I can see you’re not entirely convinced. Come, I’d like to show you something.”
>The teacher motioned you to follow her and led you up the stairs in the hallway.
>She seemed to drag you on forever until finally you stood in front of a humble violet door at the end of a corridor.
>She opened it and walked in ahead, with you close by.
>It soon became clear that this was her bedroom, as evident by a king-sized bed complete with curtains sitting proudly against the far wall, but it was also so much more.
>Lined up in front of a window were several wooden manikins, all dressed up in experimental garment with hamfisted pieces of cloth held in place by safety pins.
>Along another wall stood a giant oak board complete with its own bright lamp and large paper sketches strewn about everywhere.
>A paper bin overflowing with failed, rolled up concepts stood next to it.
>You also spotted an open wardrobe full of fabric of all types.
“Woah” you muttered as you wandered the chamber soaking in the visage.
>”I operate my business from here, all on my own. I design clothes on request, so that way I actually have a chance of doing my work like this.”
>You found yourself face to face with Rarity again, having taken a good look around the room.
“It’s pretty amazing, but I still don’t understand…”
>”Ahh yes, I was getting to that.”
>Rarity moved from her place at the door and sat down on the edge of her bed, moving some intrusive strands of hair behind her ear.
>”I’ve been looking for someone to work with for quite a while now, but I’ve never had any particularly good luck. The work I’ve seen you do in class, however, inspires me to no end.”
>For a split second a tiny grin spread on your face before fading again.
>She seemed sincere enough, but…
>Was she actually about to fulfill the request you came with yesterday?
>You had almost forgotten about the reason you met with her in the first place, since the image of this elegant woman pinning you against the wall overshadowed everything else.
>”However.” Rarity bounced up on her feet and moved back towards the door before stopping and looking at you over her shoulder. “I can’t have just anyone working in my studio.”

>You held the cup firmly between your hands, completely ignoring the burning sensation in your palms.
>You kept staring down onto the carpet, even though there was nothing interesting there except psychedelic, foreign patterns from a distant land.
>The crimson velvet couch you found yourself on was probably one of the softest surfaces you had ever been in contact with.
>It probably would have made you quite drowsy hadn’t it been for how tense you felt.
>Rarity sat on the adjacent sofa, soaking in the view of her garden where the moonlight struck the surrounding trees and sent glittering beams reflecting off of her pool on the patio into the living room.
>Her cup of tea was almost empty, yet you hadn’t taken a single taste of yours.
>You didn’t even like tea.
>”So, are you interested?”
>You looked up to find Rarity slightly leaning over her armrest towards you, her head resting in her palm.
>Her hair framed her sharp jawline and overflowed around her neck, creating the illusion of a wild river.
>It’s silky nature was accentuated by the moonlight bouncing off it like reflecting on a glass surface.
>If you weren’t so timid you probably would have given her an answer to her question long ago, but your head was swelling with second thoughts.
>She had offered you a position as her partner in a prestiged company famous for working as private contractors to the highest bidder.
>In all honesty, the job seemed perfect, somewhere with complete creative freedom, but there was just one obstacle.
>The one offering you the job in the first place.
>Now, it wasn’t that you didn’t like Rarity, quite the contrary.
>She was actually your favorite person in the whole school, helping you with encouragement and enabling your interest better than anyone, all while keeping a straight face.
>This sudden shift in your perception of her intimidated you more than you had expected.
>Looking at her now, the way she eyed you with her warm look and gentile smile, she seemed like a different person.
>But you knew an opportunity like this would never come again.
>So with a bit of willpower you nodded your head, swallowing nervously as you tried to suppress all your anxious notions.
>Rarity gasped and clapped her hands together with an ecstatic smile.
>”Oh, how wonderful! I was afraid you would turn me down there for a second!”
>You sighed internally.
>Somehow accepting her offer lifted a small part of the weight on your shoulders.
>From now on it would most likely only go one way, and that was her way.
>Rarity placed her empty cup on the table and, suddenly, she had occupied the vacant part of your couch, sitting sideways towards you with her legs crossed and an arm resting on the back.
>”Now remember what I said. It’s a tough business out there, so you need certain traits to survive. Luckily for you, you already have one of those. As for the other two…”
>Before you knew it, this goddess ahead of you started advancing towards you, picking up your lukewarm cup and placing it on the table in one swift motion.
>Instinctively you recoiled, unsure of how to handle this situation.
“M-miss Rarity!” you stammered in shock, but was only met with a finger to your lips and a shush.
>”Just Rarity is fine.”
>You didn’t have time to respond as the woman’s lips made firm contact with your own.
>You went wide eyed at the sudden shift in tone, still trying to make sense of what was happening.
>It was impossible for you to protest further as well, your voice silenced by her bold gesture.
>You felt a hand slide its way around your neck pressing you further toward her and locking you in place, then another one snaking its way between the couch pillows and your waist.
>Rarity pulled you in as close as she could into a warm and wonderful embrace as she started pushing you downwards.
>Her intoxicating, haunting perfume you remembered so well invaded your senses.
>As you plunged into the mushy pillows bellow, you felt overwhelmed by her weight upon you, and involuntarily you melted in her embrace, letting out a long sigh as every muscle in your body entered a state of instantaneous relaxation.
>Her hand around your waist pressed your bodies close together and you could feel her heat radiating off her as she brushed against you.
>It was one of the most fulfilling experiences you had in recent memory, which made it all the more empty when the woman broke the kiss, ending your trance.
>How long you had been lying there you couldn’t tell.
>”You’re still a virgin, aren’t you darling?” Rarity spoke softly above you as she parted ways with your face.
>You opened your eyes and you saw nothing but the cascading waterfall of purple hair surrounding you, and those glittering blue eyes locking your sight with hers.
>Rarity’s near perfect eyeliner demanded even more attention to her eyes, making it almost impossible to divert your vision from her surprisingly sentimental glance.
>A finger appeared on your chest, tracing circles around the zipper of your hoodie before effortlessly sliding into the cloth piece attached to it.
>Your mind was too unfocused to even answer her.
>”In my industry, I’ve never met a single person who’s never experienced the… finer things in life.”
>Rarity started slowly dragging the zipper down, gradually revealing the t-shirt underneath.
>Had you not been so caught up in your stupor you might’ve asked about that statement.
>With a familiar click, the zipper reached the end of its trail, and the lady holding you down started to remove your hoodie.
>She rolled it down your arms with an almost ethereal touch, managing to pull it off with impressive dexterity.
>When it was gone, her hands moved down to your waist and began sliding upwards against your skin.
>It felt strange having someone else touch you this way.
>All the little nuances and slight movements you no longer could predict made everything all the more exciting.
>”After all, if they never made love to someone else, how could they know true passion and confidence?”
>In addition to sending your mind swerving, Rarity’s arms had dragged with them your t-shirt, slowly revealing your chest.
>Unexpectedly you felt something wet on your belly, and unwillingly you were knocked out of your trance again.
>As you looked down, Rarity planted another kiss, this time a little higher on your chest.
>Then you felt a hand cup your left breast and a gasp escaped your lips as a finger brushed over your nipple.
>This seemed to amuse your host as she let out a soft giggle.
>”My, you really are quite tender, aren’t you?” She said as her other hand repeated the same action on your right side.
>It wasn’t that you hadn’t touched yourself before, but having someone else do it outside your own control, it felt like the sensation was enhanced tenfold.
>As her other thumb brushed past your nipple, it was like lightning spread through your spine.
>It became harder to lie still as Rarity’s hands kept assaulting your senses.
>It seemed she noticed your writhing as well, because the moment you felt like you couldn’t take it anymore, Rarity helped you back up in a sitting position, pulling the t-shirt and bra the rest of the way over your head and tossing it aside.
>Your torso was now completely bare, with only your hair falling down over your shoulders.
>The absence of her touch already made you feel lonely, and you became increasingly aware of reality, much to your dismay.
“Should we even be doing this?” you said as the haze slowly left your mind.
>Honestly, you wouldn’t want to give this experience up for anything, as it was more intoxicating than anything.
>But she was your teacher after all.
>A smile spread on Rarity’s face as she stroked your hair.
>Her expertly nimble hands felt amazing no matter what it came into contact with.
>It could also just be your drunken state, but as she gently pet you it felt like you had missed out on so many little things in life.
>All you wanted to do was lose yourself to her touch again, if only your head wasn’t starting to fill with doubt again.
>”Let this be our little secret then, dear. Now, why don’t you try it on me?”
>Before she would let you ask any more questions, Rarity grabbed both your hands and placed them on the collar of her cardigan.
>You quickly took the hint, for once, dragging it clumsily over her shoulders.
>It became clear that what you thought was a t-shirt was actually just a tank top which playfully fluttered as your arms slid past their folds.
>The cardigan came off effortlessly and was quickly discarded onto the floor.
>You were suddenly struck by slight performance anxiety, uncertain of what to do next, but Rarity patiently guided your hands to her waist.
>Your hands made contact with her body, feeling her smooth warm skin in your palms.
>With limited experience you decided to mimic her, sliding the tank top up until you reached the backside of her bra.
>Without hesitating you unhooked it in one fluid motion, something which surprised even you, and proceeded to drag it the rest of the way over Rarity’s head.
>With that last piece of clothing gone, both of you were on equal footing, and you finally got to soak in the sight of her bare chest.
>Everything you saw seemed perfect for touching, with an abundance of skin on her perfectly curved body to bury your hands in.
>Especially her chest, which were about the same size as a pair of oranges ripe for picking.
>Sitting on their peaks were two perky buttons strutting proudly into the moonlight.
>The most surprising thing to you was how natural they looked, despite their near perfect shape.
>”What’s the matter? Never seen another woman’s bust before?” Rarity teased you, pressing her arms together and pushing her chest out towards you.
>She must’ve noticed you staring uncomfortably long at what she presented, you realized, and you felt your face grow bright red.
>But Rarity only giggled again, her carefree nature helping to alleviate some of your tension.
>”Don’t worry, darling. I won’t judge you.”
>She elegantly moved both of her hands to cup your cheeks, drawing you in close to her before engaging in another deep kiss.
>Her soft lips wrapped around yours with no intention of letting go.
>You could almost feel an electric energy flowing between you, sending you back into your comfortable haze.
>Then you started feeling her lips becoming distant again.
>Unwilling to let go, you started pushing forward, following Rarity as she dragged you down on top of her.
>Two arms came crawling up your back as you fell into her chest, her limbs and passion intertwined with yours.
>Almost out of an instinctive drive deep within, you slid your hand out from underneath you and took a hold of one of your partner’s breasts, copying the way she had teased you previously to the best of your ability.
>As you brushed past her nipple rather harshly, Rarity let out a surprised moan, signaling to you that you did something right.
>Determined to discover what other kinds of sounds she could make, you started working out different kind of ways to push and squeeze.
>Before you could put any of that into practice, however, you felt something poking at your lips, begging you to let it in.
>In your daze and excitement your doubt had vanished, so it didn’t take long for you to agree with Rarity’s suggestion.
>You parted your lips slightly, and her tongue slid into your mouth, searching for something to pay attention to it.
>It was a sensation unlike anything else, and you quickly repeated her actions, receiving another moan in response.
>Ecstatic to receive a partner, both of you started dancing around each other in an erotic, heated struggle.
>You both laid there for a while absorbed in the moment, soaking in each other’s warmth and scents before the woman suddenly grabbed your side and flipped you over on your back, parting ways with your lips.
>Instead, she moved on to your neck as you could feel her sucking on your skin sending waves of goosebumps pulsating across your senses.
>With one hand she took both of your arms and wrestled them into place above your head, making you unable to move them.
>You gasped as you tried to cope with the strange feeling of her kisses on your neck, but it wasn’t long before you felt her other hand grab a firm hold of the edge of your skirt.
>Your heart started beating faster, but you were unable to protest her slowly nudging it down your legs, almost at a teasing pace.
>Eventually it came off completely, taking your underwear with it.
>At this point you didn’t care, however, because at this moment your self-confidence wasn’t a concern for you.
>With your skirt gone you started noticing a curious hand wandering below your waist.
>It teased you by running circles around your most sensitive spots, meticulously staying in its track and avoiding them no matter how much you tried to knock it into place.
>You started getting more and more flustered as your breathing became heavier and your desire for her to fulfill your needs grew ever more dire.
>As she continued to avoid your flower, sticky love fluid started occupying your canal, practically begging for something to enter.
“Please…” you whimpered, feeling like you were approaching your wit’s end.
>The only next level of aroused you could achieve at this point was most likely a blackout.
>Eventually Rarity ceased her assault on your neck, getting up to eye level with you and locking eyes with you again.
>You noticed her gentile expression had faded, replaced with half-closed eyelids and slightly parted lips.
>It was hard to pin what she was trying to convey, but all of your pondering faded into obscurity once a thumb abruptly flicked your exposed clit.
>”Hahh!” you screamed as the unanticipated surge spiraled through your body.
>From what you could gather as you descended from your peak, Rarity seemed to enjoy watching your reaction to her, if her expression was any indicator.
>Then she did it again.
>You winced as the dizzying wave of pleasure knocked into you again.
>It felt like you lost your sense of time and place for a few seconds, completely losing yourself to the feeling.
>As you came back again, it became clear that this high didn’t last as long as you’d like.
>In fact, this action only made you more restless than ever before, your hips now unwillingly gyrating against Rarity’s hovering palm.
>With your arms unable to move, you were powerless to help yourself as well.
>Your captor’s iron grip sat firmly around your wrists above your head.
>You looked back up at Rarity, practically begging her to end your misery.
>It seemed like she took pleasure watching you squirm at her mercy, she who had treated you so gently just a few minutes ago.
>Then you felt two fingers slowly inch their way between your flaps, parting them gradually as far as they could go.
>Then, they stopped again, and your pie was once again left alone.
>Confused, you looked down, only to see Rarity’s hand presented before you.
>The smell of something sweet and slightly intoxicating reached your nose, and you realized it was covered in a clear liquid.
>She separated her ring finger from the rest, slowly inching it into her mouth and licking it clean with exaggerated motions, all while holding a solid eye contact with you.
>Watching her unashamedly take this much pleasure in enjoying every aspect of you only helped setting your lust on fire, and you could feel your legs starting to quiver.
>When her finger was clean and glistening with her own saliva, she moved her hand closer to you, and the sweet scent became even stronger.
>Realizing too late that your mouth was already open due to your heavy breathing, You suddenly found yourself with your partner’s finger deep in there before you could protest.
>You felt a little dirty as you laid there being forced to taste yourself, but the longer she kept her index on your tongue, the more you realized you actually kind of enjoyed it.
>Eventually you started licking her finger as well, and she kept it inside until she was certain it was completely clean.
>As with most things, it was over all too soon, and as her hand effortlessly removed itself from your mouth, you were back to trying not to faint from your raging desire.
>Rarity moved her newly cleaned hand down to your waist, stroking your belly lightly with her nails without breaking eye contact still.
>She slowly made her way down towards your cooch, taking as many detours as possible and sending ripples of chills ricocheting across your body as her nails danced around on your skin like ice skaters.
>Eventually she reached back at your quivering, begging lips who had gone unsatisfied for way too long.
>There was so much pent up sexual tension that it felt like you were about to explode any second.
>Rarity’s nimble fingers carefully inched their way in between your folds as you gasped in anticipation.
>It was just slow enough not to cause an orgasm, but just exactly on the edge so that even the slightest difference in movement could send you over the edge.
>Your eyes rolled back in your skull as you rode this anticipation, unable to breathe properly, just waiting for that final hill to bump into you.
>How she was even able to keep you like this over such a long period of time baffled you, and you probably would have bucked your hips a while ago had she kept you just a smidge away from the peak.
>Then her fingers stopped, and you heaved for your breath as you descended from the same side of the wave.
>Not yet.
>There was barely enough time to recover, however, as Rarity soon reversed the motion, bringing her agile fingers back up the valley.
>Soon you found yourself returned to the same height, unable to move the final stretch.
>You arched your back as you tried to cope with the overwhelming emotion.
>Your lungs were already filled with air, unable to exhale.
>You gritted your teeth as pleasure transformed into an all-consuming tsunami.
>Then she stopped again.
>You fell limp onto the couch, your skin glistening with pearls of sweat and the feeling of exhaustion creeping up on you.
“Rarity…” you whimpered between breaths. “I don’t know how much more I can take…”
>The lady smiled gently at you, finally letting go of your hands.
>As you rushed to finish the job, she suddenly stopped you with a wave of her finger.
>”Ah ah ah, hold on! We’re not done yet!” she said, giving your wrists a light tap.
>You became both slightly bewildered and excited, but decided to obey her despite the release you so desperately needed was slowly fading.
>Rarity then sat up on her knees next to you, and you suddenly realized that her jeans had disappeared.
>Your mind was too occupied to ponder it, so you concluded she must’ve snuck them off when you weren’t paying attention.
>You now could see her in her pristine form, her hips seemingly even wider without any clothes to cover them up.
>Her butt was a wonderful mix of firm and soft, her every move sending small ripples through her skin.
>Her legs were thick and supple, and in between them sat a humble violet rose, her muff carefully trimmed and kempt.
>She moved a strand of hair behind her ear before raising a leg over your torso and firmly placing it on the other side of you.
>From your perspective you now had a priceless view up at Rarity’s naked body as she looked back at you between her perky breasts.
>”Now before I let you go, why don’t you return the favour?” she said.
>As she sat straddled onto your chest, you were greeted to a great view of Rarity’s already dripping honeypot.
>When you thought she derived pleasure from watching you writhe, apparently that was no mere speculation.
>You diverted your hands from trying to give yourself attention and placed them on your partner’s legs, feeling the smooth, perfect skin flow underneath them as you ran your fingers gently along them.
>You moved along until you reached her ass, and feeling a spark of confidence, you gave it a friendly slap.
>As your palm made impact, you observed how the skin moved like waves across her body, and you heard a surprised shrill from the top.
>”Well someone’s had a change of heart!” Rarity exclaimed.
>In response, she scooched closer to your head, her snatch only inches away from you.
>Her scent pierced your nose like a potent aphrodisiac, smelling sweet and inviting while also giving your libido quite the kick.
>Rarity only looked down at you, licking her lips in anticipation.
>Then you felt a finger appear in your own cooch, and you instantly became petrified as the feeling overwhelmed you.
>If tensions had only been building, this view didn’t exactly help alleviate that.
>However you soon realized there was no movement.
>”You’re going to have to make me cum if you want it yourself, darling.” Rarity teased you.
>She started moving her hand again, nearly bringing you to another climax.
>You recoiled as the wave hit you, but this time she kept you far enough away for you to at least be able to do something.
>In all honesty, you had no idea what you were doing, so you trusted her word that she wouldn’t judge.
>As pulses of pleasure spiraled through your spine, you reached your arms under her thighs and clumsily grabbed a firm hold of her hips, bringing her closer to you.
>You stuck out the tip of your tongue and in a quick motion, flicked her clitoris the same manner she had done to you.
>Immediately Rarity responded by groaning and tossing her head back.
>You couldn’t see her expression anymore, so now you only had your gut instinct to go on, which sadly for the most part were blocked by the all the sensations you were feeling.
>You gave her clit another round, eliciting a light moan from the woman.
>You noticed her legs came further apart as well.
>Taking it as a sign of progress, you started moving in a zig-zag pattern down her valley, making sure to get as deep and touch as many areas as possible.
>Then you found her opening, and teased her by moving in and out of the entrance a few times.
>It seemed like she enjoyed it a lot, as her hips started gyrating around.
>With your front teeth you gently pushed on her clit, which prompted her to jerk her hand in surprise.
>The sudden move sent you careening closer to your climax as you moaned into Rarity’s abyss.
>Suddenly her free hand grabbed a hold of your hair, shoving you into her muff.
>It was a surprising turn of events for you, but a welcome one as your tongue dove into her folds, reaching as far into her as you could.
>When she called you tender, maybe you should have done so back, you thought to yourself.
>As you moved in and out of her snatch, you started experimenting with different movements, which seemed to be a welcome change as Rarity cooed and moaned in response.
>As you kept finding new ways to please her in your dopamine drunken haze, every unexpected movements caused her hands to twitch, soliciting another moan from you as you felt yourself growing closer and closer to a climax.
>Then Rarity unexpectedly dropped her grip on your hair and turned herself around, now facing the opposite way.
>You were presented with a wonderful view of her plump behind before she descended upon you again.
>Without hesitating you picked up where you left off, but now you could feel Rarity’s curly locks brush against the inside of your thigh.
>And then a wet kiss was planted just above your flower, and you shook at the sensation.
>She planted another one further below, just barely avoiding your clit, then another one right in top.
>The sensation was so foreign and pleasing you had to stop what you were doing to let out a groan.
>Your partner planted a kiss again, sucking the button into her mouth while flicking it back and forth with her tongue.
>You felt yourself getting so close now, and determined to return the favour, you let go of Rarity’s hind to plunge two fingers into her depths.
>She didn’t let up on her own work, but moaned internally in response.
>She picked up the pace, moving faster and switching up her techniques faster than you could adapt.
>You kept pushing her as well, adding attention to her clit as well.
>Everything started to become a blur of moans and movement as both of your hands became occupied with a single purpose.
>Rarity gave you sensations you never even thought possible, and the peak grew ever closer.
>You felt Rarity starting to shiver, and then without warning, she shoved two fingers inside you as far as she could.
>You felt something break, and in an instant all of your attention span centered into a tiny area between your hips.
>You became petrified as it lingered for a second before exploded throughout your entire nervous system, an unstoppable wave of insanity crashing through your body.
>It spiraled up your spine in an instant and slammed into your brain like a sledgehammer, and in that moment you had been overcome with lust.
>With your face burning you let out a squeal and locked Rarity’s head in place between your legs as you rode your climax as far as you could.
>All of your pent up tension released at once proved to be exhausting, and your legs eventually came apart and fell limp against the sofa.
>You laid there for a while trying to catch your breath, feeling your body aching to fall asleep.

>You were unsure how long you had laid there, but when you finally felt like you could move again, you noticed something warm had enveloped you.
>Opening your eyes, you saw Rarity by your side, toying with a strand of your hair.
>She was hugging you from behind, spooning you and holding you tight in her arms.
>You could feel her breasts press against your back, and her calm breathing in your neck.
>Your rear was snuggled deep in her lap, both of you staying warm in the body heat of your worn-out selves.
>”I’m guessing that’s definitely a yes on the job offer, then?” she said, twirling your hair around her finger.
>You sighed as a smile spread across your face.
>Maybe this wouldn‘t be so bad after all.

6 Months Later:
>The door burst open and an exhausted woman came barging through, discarding her bag to the side and tossing herself face first onto the nearest soft surface.
“Tough day?” you asked, not taking your eyes off the countless sketches in front of you.
>All you heard was a muffled groan underneath the bed sheets.
>Rarity rolled over on her back and put her wrist to her forehead.
>”This client DEMANDS we put painite on her dresses! PAINITE!”
>The flustered woman sat up and stared hopelessly at you as you turned around.
>”Where the hell am I going to get painite from?!”
>You shook your head as you snorted, putting down your pen at the desk.
>”What’s so funny?” she asked you as you got up from your seat and headed towards her.
“I don’t even know what painite is.” you said as you tried to stifle a laugh.
>”Me neither!” Rarity exclaimed and fell back onto the bed with her arms stretched out.
>It seemed like she heard your chuckle, however, because when you crawled up next to her, she turned to you dismissively.
>”You’re laughing at me, aren’t you?”
>You only shook your head as you sat down, supporting yourself on your right hand.
>She sighed and looked away when she noticed your sympathetic smile.
>”Fine, what is it?”
“I’m done with all our projects for the week.” you said nonchalantly.
>The woman instantly turned to you with a surprised expression.
>”All of it?” she repeated in disbelief. “But that was supposed to take another 4 days!”
“Let’s just say I was struck by inspiration…” you vaguely claimed as you placed your arm on the other side of Rarity’s head.
“Now we’ve got the rest of the week all to ourselves...”
>You gently took Rarity’s charcoal beret, laying it aside as you descended towards her, planting an affectionate kiss on her forehead.
>”You’ve become many things during your employment…” she said as you lifted yourself up from her. “...But convincing isn’t one of them.”
>You raised your eyebrows at her sudden dismissal, then pouted and laid down next to her.
“Alright then…” you moped, crossing your arms.
>Rarity giggled before rolling on top of you, trapping you between her and the bed.
>”Buuut maybe you’re on to something after all.”
>She tossed her hair to one side and winked.
>It’s true, you may not be that good just yet, but at least you knew one thing, and that was how to keep Rarity happy.

The End.