Guest writer - Silverwolf

 Pale Winter. 

 

Gone were the long, flowing mulberry locks, long straight silver-white tresses. The wispy skirts replaced by skin-tight pvc pants that highlighter her slender hips and curvy ass. The midnight embroidered bodice tops were now skimpy leather, pushing up the almost porcelain mounds of her full breasts, enhancing her cleavage.
Her old name had gone too, Eloise had become Alyssa.
The new city spread out in the valley below felt ripe with potential, a familiar stirring bought a heat to her skin and a tingle to her sex.
It was time.
Reaching into her battered leather rucksack she picked out her phone, flipping the case open she hit the only number stored on the slender device.
It rang twice before a soft, feminine, cultured voice answered.
"Hello?".
"Hello Mother, it's time."
"Ellie?".
"Alyssa now mother.".
"What do you need?".
"I think an apartment this time, and some new clothes".
"I'll sort it for you dear one, happy hunting."
"Thank you mother."

Two weeks  later the ground work had been laid, Miss Alyssa Barker had moved into her new apartment, the ID her mother had sent listed her age as eighteen. An exchange student from Great Britain.
She'd met him online in the sleazy chat rooms of the dark web, he was the one with the most deliciously perverse and wicked tastes.
By the third day she'd enrolled in his college and signed for his classes.
Professor Colin Spencer was fifty-nine years old, his wife was only forty-one a previous student.
He'd spawned a son on her when she was just nineteen.
Just the thinking of them sent tingles of excitement through her body as she undressed in front of the camera, slowly stripping off the schoolgirl outfit she'd bought at the local sex shop. Keeping on the fuck-me-pumps and knee socks, her hair pulled into twin pigtails Alyssa liked the oversized lollipop and fingered her tight pussy. As the watchers rose in number she performed more and more lewd and degrading acts, luring them in.
Prof69 had been there the moment her cam had turned on, pounding ten dollar deposits with every act of deviancy, she reached for the massive dildo, murmuring and whispering the things she knew he wanted to hear.
Every few seconds the notification chime jingled, informing her of more money deposited in her account as she began to moan and writhe, her pink cunt accommodating the flesh coloured plastic cock she drove deep into herself.
Prof69 deposited another twenty Bucks into her account, knowing he was watching drove her over the edge. A sudden, unexpected orgasm forced a moan from her lips.
"ohhhhh fuck.. Daddy... It's soo big.."
She gyrated her hips as the phallus spread her wide, the only part of her body not blatantly displayed to the voyeurs were her eyes, a thin film of black lace masked her identity.
In the small screen she watched as the old man climaxed, his cock erupting in a gush of sticky white fluid that dribbled and oozed down his fingers, hand and wrist.
Feigning a thunderous climax she winked at her followers and bade them goodnight with a blown kiss.
Alyssa shut down the laptop and sprawled back on the bed. Her face scrunched in concentration as she felt her body... shift, repairing the damage that the oversized toy had done, tightening her internal walls, muscles and realigning stretched tissue.
Moments later, her body sheathed in sweat, Alyssa relaxed and immediately passed out, sleep taking her in its comforting arms.
Outside the snow fell quietly blanketing the city streets in a quilt of pristine white.

Alyssa stretched as she lay on the bed, her pale milky skin contrasting with the black silk duvet upon which she lay.
She smiled at the thoughts of what might happen today. Rising gracefully from the bed she flung open the door of her wardrobe. Time to make an impression, she thought.
The tiniest thong she could find, a tiny triangle of black silk supported by the thinnest strands of silk you could imagine.
Next she pulled on a pair of thick denier tights of deep midnight black.
Slipping a tiny skirt of red and black plaid over her hips she smiled to herself, sensible enough until she bent, then scandalous.
A black sheer balconette bra followed, over which she drew a simple black silk blouse.
Painting her lips a brilliant crimson and her eyes a smokey black, she smiled at her reflection, pulled on a long black overcoat and New Rock boots that zipped up the sides.
Satisfied that she looked the part, she set off into the snow covered street, savouring the chill air as she made her way the couple of blocks to the campus.
Less than half an hour later she sat in a vaguely uncomfortable chair facing Professor Spencer, pretending not to notice is eyes undressing her as he spoke.
"Welcome to campus Miss Barker, it's a pleasure to meet you."
The way he emphasised the word 'pleasure' sent shivers of disgust, hunger and arousal through her body.
As the pair continued their conversation Alyssa (she had to keep reminding herself that was her new name) began her carefully orchestrated plan to overtly flirt with the older man, raising her hand to her throat, leaning in to him, playing with her hair and licking her lips.

Colin couldn't keep his eyes off the pale beauty before him, her skin alabaster white, blood red lips and smokey mysterious eyes, from the moment she'd entered the room he'd had an erection.
The barely decent skirt and pale skin were so enticing, she looked younger than her registered age of eighteen, yet gave off an air of someone older, wiser and more knowledgeable.
He followed her every movement as they conversed about mundane college rules and restrictions, noting the signs of attraction emenating from her.
The touching of her throat, the playful twists and twirls of her silver-white hair, the eye contact and slide-away. When her tongue caressed her Ruby lips he knew for sure, she was into him, he was one hundred percent positive of it.

Alyssa rose from the chair and clumsily dropped her coat, bending slowly to retrieve it before turning back to the professor to shake his hand and bid him farewell.

God damn!'Colin thought to himself as the pale goddess bent to pick up her coat, exposing her beautifully curved ass barely visible through the thick tights he saw hints of white flesh and the barest hint of a micro-thong. His cock throbbed and ached at the thoughts of what he wanted to do to her. A memory of pale skin and disgustingly delightful acts of sexual deviancy witnessed on his laptop sprang to his minds eye.
"Goodbye Professor," she gushed, "and thank you for your time."
"Miss Barker, it was my pleasure.. and may I ask... have I seen you somewhere before?"
"I don't think so Professor, but you can see me pretty much anytime you want..."
She giggled, a flush of pink rose in her cheeks as she fled embarrassed from his office.

He watched as she hurried out, closing the door behind herself. Upon the chair where she'd been was a small piece of card, it was still warm from the heat of her sexy little ass as he picked it up   Alyssa Barker.

03457 8997990

Raising the card to his nostrils he inhaled her intoxicating scent, vanilla and cherry, with a hint of something else, something heady and sexual.
Returning to his chair he opened the folder on his desk, undid his pants and began to masturbate to the photo of Miss Alyssa Barker until his hot semen spattered across her pretty face.




Eloise/Alyssa will return in Pale Winter chapter 2