by Mia Watts
Sex Ed
A Hot for Teacher Tale
By Mia Watts
Resplendence Publishing, LLC
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Sex Ed, A Hot for Teacher Tale
Copyright © 2009, Mia Watts
Edited by Courtney Hoffman
Cover art by Rika Singh
Electronic format ISBN: 978-0-9797946-3-6
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Electronic release: May, 2009
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places, or occurrences, is purely coincidental.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
To Leigh Collett, Jessica Berry, Tiffany Mason and Courtney Hoffman, who make the writing business a pleasure. To the talented staff at Resplendence who created a family from strangers.
To Liza, Chris, Chel, Carol, Jean, and Anny who kick my ass when I’m out of line.
To Sonny who made a mark on my soul and has no idea how special she is—may I meet her again soon.
Author’s Disclaimer
Certain liberties have been taken in the writing of this story. There is no reason to believe a university ethics board, or the national board, would allow this kind of study on the human body or that it would permit the participation of students attending the university. This is strictly artistic license for the purpose of the story.
Chapter One
The lab table against Mina Lasky’s naked back offered her no relief.
Her breath rasped harshly. She sucked in each chest-full of cold air, pulling it in until she thought her lungs would burst, until they stung. It raced back through her body, up her dry throat, and escaped from parted lips. The cold touched her, but she was powerless to cover herself.
Her shoulder blades ached as the delicate bones jammed the unforgiving surface. Her legs had been spread wide, and even her tailbone had grown numb from the pressure of the cool table. But they were secondary concerns. She writhed and shivered more from anticipation than from cold or discomfort.
God, would they begin soon?
Behind the blindfold, she blinked against the black satin fabric as though she could stare through it, capture the light and watch them as they watched her.
Mina licked her lips. “Please,” she begged.
“This is part of the experience you agreed to. Are you asking to be freed?”
Dr. Derek Link’s velvety voice soothed her. Under normal circumstances, it lit her blood with lust.
Every year for his advanced class, Human Physiology: The Sexual Being, he asked for volunteers. He promised their satisfaction in return for the use of their bodies as scientific vessels. And Mina had always wished she had the courage to sign up for the lab experiment.
This time, she’d done it.
If it meant having the hungry gaze of Derek Link on her body, meant having him satisfy her burning fantasy to fuck him wiped from her mind, she’d do just about anything.
With her eyes covered and her face obscured, no one but Dr. Link knew the identity of their experiment subject. Good thing, too, because her credibility in the University would be a flash in the pan if the students knew who was really on their lab table. No one expected the reserved Chemistry doctor to bare her body for all to see, or allow herself to be tied down for a class on the sexual stimulation of the female organism.
It sounded so technical, but the reality was she hadn’t been able to get past the way their eyes met when she passed Dr. Link in the hall, or the way his long fingers wrapped around the lecture podium. It was in his thick wrists and corded arms, his jean-clad thighs and tight-ass walk. She needed only to hear the sound of his voice, like melted sex, to instantly moisten her panties with lust.
Science should have been her noble reason for signing up. In truth, it was her inability to think of anything other than what it would feel like to have his cock raging hard and sharp against her womb. She’d bet a year’s salary he’d vibrate her clit with a well-aimed thrust, and if he so much as huffed near her pussy, she’d come.
“No,” she breathed.
“We’ll proceed at my leisure.”
“I’m cold,” she told him.
“I can see that,” he answered, a chuckle warming his voice.
It was all she had to hang onto. The voice, more tangible than her own skin, was warm enough to make her wish he’d lay the honeyed tones over her bared body, easing the prick of winter’s chill against her nipples and spread pussy.
The dryer her mouth got, the more wet the prolonged wait made her cunt. It seeped. It was foolish to think he didn’t notice. The direction of his voice put him over her, between her widespread legs.
She’d lost track of time, and though she knew it wasn’t only Dr. Link standing over her—she had signed the consent form for several others to witness her arousal—she heard none of their voices. Just their breath, nearly as ragged as her own, as she waited for the experiment to begin.
The wind picked up, biting into her flesh. Mina strained against the bonds that held her wrists together high above her head. She tried to bend her knees, to bring them together as the winter air all but froze the cream leaking from her hot pussy.
She moaned softly.
“Watch her. See what her body is doing. The mere occurrence of being restrained and vulnerable has excited her,” Dr. Link said.
“Couldn’t the nipple constriction be from the cold?” a nameless student asked.
“It could. But lean down and breathe warm air on it. Don’t touch her in any other way.”
She heard the shuffling, felt the presence of someone leaning close to her skin from the warmth that radiated off him. Hot breath bathed her right breast. Unbidden, she arched toward it.
“Again,” Link commanded.
Heat fluttered across her nipple. Wind countered, its icy plucking fingers trying to steal it away. Her abdomen clenched and she cried out almost as much for the warmth as for the moisture of the unknown man’s mouth.
“Do you see? Warmth doesn’t alter her condition. The cold air does tighten the bud to almost painfully erotic proportions, but it awakens her body to sexual promise. Do you see how eager her vagina is to accept invasion? Her body is readying itself with little help from us. Go, close the windows for the rest of the demonstration.”
The breeze through the room stopped, though the chill remained to tease her nipples into tight points.
“The common driving theory provided in the hypothesis is that women need an emotional attachment to their partner in order to achieve sexual fulfillment. There are two schools of thought. The first is that fulfillment is primarily physical, the second that it is an emotional journey. We are testing the first theory.” Dr. Link maintained a low, sultry tone. “We begin with the nipple.”
Mina ached to be touched, to have hard hands cover her breasts and roll her nipples. To have them plucked and pinched, for a warm mouth to claim them with torturous suction. “Oh God, yes,” she begged.
“Barry, you may begin. Touch nothing but the nipple.”
“Me?” a young male squeaked.
“For this part, yes.”
Something touched it, just the tip, and disappeared. The gentle pressure returned and lightly rubbed across the bud. Mina’s breath caught.
“Now you, Henry, just the nipple.”
Logic reminded her that the Henry he was referring to was a Teaching Assistant in her own lab. She knew he had this class with Dr. Link. Her craving body demanded the touch, though, and she vowed to the Powers That Be that if he would ease the sharp point of her desire, she wouldn’t hold it against the man.
She’d never tell him and he’d never know. It would be her job if he did. This sexual game had placed her firmly outside the boundaries of intra-staff relationships, and well into the taboo of behavior shared with students.
“I’d really like to touch more, prof. Can I suck on it?”
“God, yes!” Mina cried out. She almost bit her tongue. What if he’d recognized her voice?
There was a twittering of embarrassed laughter.
“No. Distance yourself. Think only of stimulating the nipple, not the woman,” Link said. “I know she’s a feast, but we are isolating the individual responses of arousal and the physiological result of our actions to the female body, nothing more.”
Well, fuck. If she’d read the fine print a little more carefully, she might not have signed up for sex torture. Maybe she would have just stripped down and showed up at his office, instead.
Someone pinched her nipple. Hard. Mina cried out. Pain and pleasure were intimately tangled, and having nothing else to carry the stimulus save the minute explosions in her vision behind the mask, her whole focus became that single spot. And she wanted more of it.
“Are you hurt?” Link asked her.
“No,” she gasped.
“You must tell us if you are hurt by something so I can make it stop. Agreed?”
“Agreed,” she said.
“Next,” he told the class softly.
Another pinch and then her nipple was pulled, lifting her breast off her chest wall. The sensation was sharp, tingly, painful. She wanted more. Almost on top of that, a tongue bathed her other nipple, flicking over it while a few snickered and she writhed.
The humor died instantly. She could only imagine Link had silenced them.
“Look to her vagina. Do you see? Her body is aroused, slicking her labia and inner thighs. That is from the stimulation of her nipples alone.”
“Not exactly,” Mina said. The words came out before she could stop them.
“Explain,” he prompted, his voice dark, sexy.
Her body clenched in response. “It’s your voice and the people watching me splayed out for them, too.”
“Public exhibitionism excites you?” he asked.
“Almost as much as your voice,” she confessed.
“My voice excites you, then?”
“It rumbles across my skin and settles between my legs.” Confession is good for the soul.
“The experiment is biased. We’ll have to stop,” he said.
“What? No, please don’t stop,” Mina cried.
“Class, gather your things. You’re dismissed.”
Several minutes passed and the room was silent. Her bonds remained tight. Then finally, Dr. Link moved to her side. “I’d like to continue this experiment more privately. Do you have any objections?”
Mina shook her head. She could almost imagine the signature mischief lurking in the dark brown depths of his eyes, and the blond hair falling over his brow. The picture of how she’d seen him every day did nothing to ease the pitch of arousal coursing through her.
“I need that out loud, for the record,” he prompted.
“No objection,” she answered.
“Good. I didn’t really want to share you with the class anyway. When you signed up, though, there was no question I was going to accept your application over the others. Don’t think you’re getting off easy,” he laughed. “Pardon the pun.”
“Will you take off the mask?”
“No,” he said darkly. “Suspense heightens arousal. Besides, I like having you where I do.”
Her lips curved in a smile. There was something powerful in knowing he didn’t want to share her. Mina relaxed her hips, letting her legs fall completely open. It was the only control she had at her disposal, and hearing his softly muttered oath for the arrogant submission pleased her.
“It’s fascinating the way the female body responds to touch.” He stroked his thumb over her nipple, then swished the nail over its puckered tip.
Mina gasped.
He dragged what felt like a feather down her sternum, down the length of her belly to the open, begging slit between her legs. She could feel her clit straining to reach the ticklish tip even as her hips lifted off the table.
“Not yet, Mina. You aren’t ready yet.”
“I am.”
“No. We’re still engaged in the experiment. I’m not arousing you, Mina. I’m arousing your body. You may want me, but we need to get your vagina achy and stinging before you’re allowed to come. Understood?”
If she’d been untied, it might have pissed her off to hear those words. But tied up, aroused, and listening to the thickness in his voice, she could sense the effect was mutual even if he wasn’t admitting it.
He’d thought he’d been lucky to see the application in his inbox, but her confession that he turned her on had nearly made him come in his pants. He’d had to send the students out of the room. Derek was surprised he’d lasted as long as he did, considering that sharing Mina with anyone was at the bottom of his favorite things list.
Sexy and quiet, Mina’s no-nonsense approach to all things curricular had been something he’d wanted to test since he first laid eyes on her. She buttoned her shirts to the throat, wore sensible clothes and her hair tied back. With her tiny voice and killer curves, there was very little to discover about her except that she made his blood pressure skyrocket.
Something about the way she smiled shot straight to his cock. And her staid attire was completely at odds with the way she looked at him. Like he was a giant chocolate dick she couldn’t wait to wrap her full lips around.
He’d never expected the quiet reserve to house such bold sexual willingness. It was a fucking gift of fate he wasn’t going to overlook.
With Mina spread out on his lab table, he’d had to fold his arms to keep from grabbing her or covering her up from the students. Considering her studious approach to science, he’d figured she’d take a clinical insight to his experiment. He had no idea she’d be so responsive.
She was doing it again. The chocolate dick smile, like she knew he was on the verge of coming if she so much as licked her lips in his direction.
He’d had many partners in his life, but none who made him feel like a kid who’d discovered his first orgasm. He had to resist the urge to drop his pants and slide himself into her sexy little mouth. First there was the experiment.
He’d love to ditch it, but he needed to be sure that she wasn’t looking for a legitimate study and conclusion to female sexuality. He needed her to beg, not just for any satisfaction, any dick, but his. He needed to hear that first.
“We began with the nipple. I think we ought to continue. Do you mind if I carry on the experiment as though teaching the class? I think you’ll find your anticipation increases by knowing the physiological explanation of what’s happening to your body.”
He watched the evidence of her internal debate through the flexing of her arm muscles, the tightening of her abdomen, as though preparing to leap forward or dash away if she were freed. Slowly her body relaxed, her breathing stuttered through parted lips. Mina lowered her head to the lab table. The sheen of ebony hair cushioned her with its wildly pooled tendrils.
The tip of her tongue darted out to moisten them. “I don’t mind. I’m all for the progress of science.”
Derek smiled warmly at h
er. “Your nipples have been addressed, but from there we move outward to the areola. Feel how it puckers in sympathy for your sensitive nipples? It’s like velvet to the touch.” Saying that, he traced the rim of the wrinkled flesh.
He lifted his finger to her lips. Gently he probed her mouth, sliding it in and out while Mina sucked as though savoring the texture. An answering pull in Derek’s groin made him groan even as her tongue swirled around his finger and she nipped him.
Derek hissed, pleased by the passion she seemed unable to restrain. “The windows don’t have blinds, Dr. Lasky. Anyone passing this lab would see you shamelessly sucking my finger. They’d see your naked body on display for my pleasure. And when the time comes that I fuck your sweet pussy with my fingers, they’ll be watching you writhe in ecstasy.”
Mina’s nostrils flared and her breathing spiked.
Now that his finger was well moistened, he circled her nipple and rolled it between his wet fingers. She cried out, arching off the table.
“Please touch me. Please,” she begged.
“Where?”
“My breasts, please touch them.”
“Breast play is closely associated to an emotional caress. We need the intense physical reactions before we explore any other avenue.”
Mina pulled on her bindings. “Then where?” she asked.
Derek dragged his moist finger down her belly as he had the feather. But unlike the feather, he didn’t stop at the top of her slit. He went straight to her clitoris. Her features contorted into an agony of pleasure. She cocked her hips to increase the pressure but Derek pulled back.
“On my time, Dr. Lasky, not yours.”
“Bastard. I need it there.”
“Let’s not resort to name calling. If I think you don’t want to continue, I’ll untie you and we can be done.”
“No,” she nearly shouted, “Please, I’ll be good. I’m on your time.”
“Exactly.”
He tapped the eager nub until her breath stuttered. “Now, Dr. Lasky, your arousal is acute. We can see this in the full display of your clitoris. I have a mirror to show you how hungry your pussy appears.”
