Teachers' Pet

by Amy Brent

  Master starts to stroke my hair and growls, “Bond make her come on your tongue

  Master laughs as he demands, “Come on his tongue. Stop holding back.” I never knew that spanking let alone a man licking you down there would feel so good. I’m a virgin, and I want to know when we’re going to have sex, that was the thing that was bugging me before, but now I don’t care. It’s as if Bond’s giving me all types of pleasure and all of them feel too good. I started to rock towards Bond, the more he moans, the more I reach the edge. I’m going to climax a little bit. Because I have a feeling that Master’s going to come and take over. He’s going to want me to come too. I want to be slightly in control when he does it. I can’t do that if I climax the way I did earlier. I don’t know how long I was on the sofa before I headed to the kitchen, but it felt as if another day had gone by and I know that we’re only here for two days. Two weeks, they’ll be time, but two days will rush by so quickly and at this rate. I’m going to need most of the time to recover, not to enjoy the pleasures that they’re giving me, but I find myself confused. I thought that the whole idea of coming here was for them to take. Not for them to keep giving it to me. I feel as if there’s a little explosion going on inside of me as I scream out his name.

  He stands up, gently stroking his cock as I look up and I’m not curious about Masters. Only the size of Bond’s cock. I knew that it was big as he exposed himself in his full glory.

  There’s something hot about a man touching himself. I crawl slowly towards him. This is when I realize that things are about to change, Bond’s only warmed me up. He doesn’t intend to take me. He was supposed to seduce me so that Master’s could finish the job. I start to think about Amy and the fact that I’m so uptight right now. I think that I know what’s going on and they’ve done something to confuse me.

  “We tossed a coin as to who would be able to take your virginity on Christmas day. It’s midnight, and it seems as if the winner’s ready to take you,” Bond growls, and I realize that he’s not the winner. He’s giving me as a gift to Masters. I wonder if my ears are deceiving me? I turn to see a naked man to the right of me.

  A man that I’ve never met and is just as hot as Bond. Maybe hotter in a different way. He looks slightly older because he has slight bags under his eyes as if he hasn’t slept for a few days or maybe weeks. He’s leaner and not as built as Bond. No, he’s leaner but he smiles at me, and I know, because Master’s has a wicked smile on his face.

  I gasp as both Master and Bond are beside me. I’m waiting for one of them to start laughing. Master purrs in my ear, “Relax! Stop being so tense you’ll feel so much better once you do.” Master’s has lust in his eyes. I thought that maybe they were twin brothers. There’s no resemblance, not that I have much time to think about that. They’re both touching me; it’s as if Master’s has decided that he loves the top half of my body, whereas Bond only wants the bottom half. I know that they’re going to do wicked things to me. I turn to hold him, and he shakes his head and waves his finger, “I’m the only one doing the touching. Not the other way around.”

  I want to know what they want to do to me on Christmas day. I know that they want to do wicked things to me. I start licking my lips as I remember what Bond did only a few minutes ago with his tongue. I signed up for this competition thinking that I could be sleeping with two men that could be older than my granddad. I never expected one to look like George Clooney’s brother and the other to be a slightly older version of Chris Pratt. It’s as if the two hottest men in Chicago are with me right now and all I can think about is playing out my secret fantasy. They don’t know that what’s happening right now, I wouldn’t need to be paid for it. I could do it for free.

  Master starts to sit me on the edge of the bed. I can’t speak because no longer am I sweating. There isn’t a wave of water pouring down my skin. I’m no longer anxious or nervous. I’m letting the two men take control as my body starts to react to Master’s soft touch down my back. Then Bond squeezes my breasts as if they’re mangoes that he’s testing to see if they’re ripe.

  “They’re just so big and juicy, Master. You should have a taste,” Bond offers, as he cupped one of them and moved it in the opposite direction, Master moves to my left and takes control of them. As he kneads them with his hands and flicks his tongue on my nipples. But that’s not all he does as he gently bites on them.

  I was whimpering and closing my eyes, as he was licking them. But afterward, when he bites them, I shout out, “Crap!”

  He laughs, “Just enjoy it, Ida. It’s going to stop hurting, and you’ll love it.”

  Bond explains, “I’m the gentle one, Master’s the one who just takes what he wants…”

  Master continues to mold my breasts in his hands and suck on my nipples like a baby as if he’s trying to get as much milk out of it as possible. He’s sucking me as if his life depends on it and Bond kisses me like he’s never done it before. He’s so sensual, and my body’s going through a wave of emotions right now. I don’t know if I’m going or coming at the moment. It’s if they’re taking every ounce of pleasure away from me with no mercy and taking every part of my mouth. Master’s holds onto my back, not to make it more comfortable for me, but just to ensure that he doesn’t lose his momentum. I have two men that are going to take me. Yesterday, even last night I was so scared coming here. I was thinking that I’ll regret going ahead with it. That there are more important things in life than money, but being here. I don’t regret it for a second. It’s the best experience that I’ll ever have in life, and the crazy part about it is, that I want more.

  Bond flips me over as if I’m a puppet. He does it without hesitation and commands, “Make me come.”

  I see the plea in his eyes, and I don’t know what he means, but then it starts to hit home as I lean forward and wrap my lips around his swollen crown. He exposes himself in a flash as he drops his pants to the floor. I’m about to say something when I feel Master’s fingers in between my pussy. I open wider as he starts to play with my clit. They want to both come at the same time. Master in my pussy and Bond in my mouth. This is crazy, and all I want to do is come over and over again.

  I didn’t know what to do, but as Bond starts to breathe slowly, I know that I have no choice, but to go through with it. There’s this part of me that’s scared at the same time. I worry that I’m going to gag if Master becomes too rough. But as his cock enters inside me and the wetness pours from my pussy, there’s only one thing I want to do. Satisfy Bond as much as Master’s satisfying me right now.

  “Shit, this feels so good.” He tastes so damn good, warm and slightly salty. I take as much of him as I can in my mouth as Master rocks to the same rhythm. I start working my lips slowly up and down, making sure that I reached the soft track of skin just below the head. My tongue swirls a pattern across the underside of his shaft. I look up for a split second, and then Bond adjusts his hands not to rock his hips but holds on to my head.

  Master’s behind me holding onto my hips to hold me firmly in place. “Your fucking pussy holds on to my cock like a glove. It’s as if it was made for my cock.”

  I feel proud thinking that my pussy’s a perfect fit as it slides in and out of me. Every time I rock forward, I feel proud to be in this position. There’s no doubt in my mind that they don’t regret their decision on choosing me to win the competition. Even if it was the ridge. There must be a reason that we’re like this and the idea that they love me being here. The way that they seem in shock about everything going according to plan makes me feel as if this is exactly where I belong.

  Bond’s given me the orgasm of a lifetime. Not just once. Or twice. So many times that I’ve lost count, I need to return the favor to him. I need to make him know how he made me feel.

  “Lick it!”

  Bond commands and I don’t hesitate as I lavish him with slow strokes all the way to the root. He starts to growl, so I step it up a bit and dart up to take more of him. I focus on swallowing as much of
him as I can. It's hard to get a rhythm as Master’s starts to pick up speed. Even if I wanted to take my time, I would have no choice, Master’s controlling everything right now. My orgasm’s taking control of my body as Bond seizes my head in his hands and guides his length further down my throat. I draw a quick breath through my nose because I think that I’m going to gag. Master holds on to my hips even tighter bouncing them of his own and screaming, “Yes!”

  They’re both so close. I can feel each shift and pulse against my tongue.

  “I’m fucking coming!”

  “Wait, I just want a bit more!” Master screams from the back of me. “Almost there…” he grinds against me and with several mighty drives his body stiffens as I hold onto the bed for dear life. I’m scared that I’m going to choke in the middle of it.

  They’re both so excited, and this is a new experience for me. Especially giving head, but I feel great the moment the salty semen shoots into my throat. I swallow every drop. As he pulls free, I stare up at him, waiting for him to say anything to let me know that he’s happy with my performance.

  Bond’s eyes are closed, and I lick my lips, making sure that I don’t miss a drop.

  Master drops into the chair behind and shouts, “Ida, you’re one of a kind!”

  Bond locks his mouth over mine and says, “You’re too fucking talented. Thanks for not only making me come but taking all of it.”

  I smile, but I find myself speechless.

  Bond sighs, “I think that I’ve managed to tire her again. I didn’t even get a taste of Christmas day.”

  Master laughs, “You will. The minute she gets some rest. I’ll let you be the first to take her.

  “

  Two men talking about taking me and the only thing I can do is smile; this is the best alarm clock in the world. I was sleeping having a fantasy about Bond and was awoken by a real life experience by two hot men. I can’t wait to be woken up again!

  Chapter Fifteen

  Ida

  I love the way that they touch me and I know that they’ve paid me to be here for the next couple of days, I need to check myself and remind myself that this isn’t reality. I’m not here as their girlfriend, not even their lovers. I suppose, that’s the issue, I don’t know how to class the time that we’re spending together, but I know one thing for sure. There’s a connection between us, and I feel the need to pee. I don’t want to wake them, because not only do I want to pee, but I feel like something to eat too. I sneak downstairs, and I remember the kitchen. The one where Magdalena cooked us the best Christmas day dinner ever. I wish that I could take Magdalena home with us. Not only can she teach me how to cook, but I have a feeling that she could be a really good friend.

  “Hungry?”

  Master says as I look up and down the fridge trying to figure out which one of the dishes that I should go for. Magdalena’s cooked enough food to last a couple of lifetimes.

  I laugh as I turn to face him, “Yes, I think that you have taken every piece of energy out of me.”

  He nods, “I think that you did the same to us too. You never want to let go. It’s as if you’re a machine.”

  I closed the fridge door, and then I feel guilty about being here in my robe. In his or Bond’s cabin and helping myself to food.

  “What’s in there that’s of interest?”

  I sigh as I open the door again and say, “Everything! Magdalena sure knows how to cook. And not only that there’s enough food in the fridge, but I know that once I start. I won’t be able to stop.”

  “So, what are you waiting for? Bring it on,” Master says.

  I can see that he's genuine and I feel relieved that a few seconds ago, I expected him to punish me or say that I had to leave the house. I felt like a kid, as I thought about the way that I need to behave around them. The way that Amy said that they expected us to behave. But I noticed the one thing about Bond and Master. They seem to be completely different to Amy’s sugar daddy. They don’t treat me as if I’m indebted to them. As if they're paying me to spend time with them because I'm a virgin. They treat me as if I'm a stranger. Maybe a woman that they picked up at a bar. They’re entertaining me for the next couple of days, and the most important thing for us all to do was to have some fun. It’s working, because as soon as I see the guacamole, fajitas, and rice. I take them out and put them on the kitchen table.

  He smiles, “You read my thoughts.”

  I laugh, “More like I heard your stomach rumbling.”

  He looks down and shrugs. For a second my eyes flash on his six-pack abs, and I forget about what I’m doing as I nearly drop the plate that I’m holding. I don’t even know what’s on it; I just know that as much as I was thinking about food only a few seconds ago. Now, I’m thinking about him.

  He takes the plate from my hand and says, “Be careful.”

  All I can do is nod after seeing his obvious erection. He’s thinking the same thing as I’m doing right now as the atmosphere becomes tense and it’s clear that we’re no longer want to eat, but want to do exactly what we’ve been doing for that last couple of days. There’s only one problem; I can’t. My back`s hurting me, and most of all so is my pussy. I’ve gone from being a virgin, never been touched to fucking two guys. Not just once, but more than once.

  Amy said that I need to be available every time that they want it. The problem is that I wish I were a robot, but I’m not and as much as I’m starting to get wet. I haven’t eaten for a while, and Master shakes off the feeling as he starts filling up the plate and says, “Let’s eat.”

  It’s as if he has a switch that manages to turn on and off at the touch of a button. I decide to make small talk, something Amy said that I should do if the opportunity presents itself. She told me a lot of things, but now I just feel at ease with Master. This isn’t about making an impression or hoping that they will pay me. This is just out of curiosity because I still don’t understand how this how things works.

  “Is this your place?”

  I ask as he takes what I assume is his plate and then puts mine into the microwave. The smell of the heated food diverts my attention fully back to hunger. It’s as if I’m in a restaurant desperate to eat and everyone else is being served, and I’m impatiently waiting for my food.

  “No. It’s Bond’s. I haven’t been here for a while. Not a while, I remember him constructing it, but since it's been built. I haven’t been here,” he says, and that’s when it hits me. He’s a lot more down-to-earth than Bond. He seems to follow instructions from him and maybe coming down the kitchen and spending time with me, was his means of escape.

  I smile as he carries both plates and then puts them down on the table. That’s when I remember to go and collect some cutlery and put down some drinks.

  He shouts back to me, “I just want water.”

  Wow, he’s a bit of a health freak? Then again, if he were that healthy, he wouldn’t have so much food on his plate. My eyes dart to the mini mountain that he made with the food and laugh as I think that mines just a smaller version of his.

  “I wish that I could take Magdalena back with me,” he confesses after he takes his first mouthful, and then I stand by the table and just look at him.

  He laughs, “I meant so that I could have home-cooked meals every single day.”

  I nod as I realize what he’s trying to say to me. But something’s bugging me as I start eating, but I’m not eating as fast as him as the hunger rapidly subsides as I take every mouthful. If this is Bond’s house and Magdalena’s his housekeeper or cook, then where does Master fit in with all of this? It’s as if he’s along to be part of the ride.

  “So, where do you fit in all of this?”

  He raises an eyebrow, and he’s no longer eating at what feels like the speed of light, but slowing down and looking at me curiously as if he’s thinking about my question in more detail.

  “Where do you think I fit in with all of this?”

  I smile as I can see that he wants to play a little game.
I think about what to say as I take a little too much guacamole and even more rice, to stop the burning sensation that’s going on inside my mouth. It’s hot. Not just a little bit, but a lot.