by Jay Merson
"I'd like to push my cock up inside you, to feel your inner warmth,” he moaned aloud.
Paula drank in his words and the wonderful feelings. She imagined his stiff warm cock slipping inside her. Sensations darted through her from all directions and to all parts. Her breathing became fast and heavy, she sighed aloud and tensed as the ripping orgasm came to her. Her mouth opened and she cried out as her body locked in tension and then began to relax.
For a long time she stayed as she had finished, in that wonderful warmth of the trance-like state that follows such a powerful orgasm. When she opened her eyes, the professor was sitting watching her, his cock now semi-rigid and glistening with the seed that it had produced at his own hand. His sperm had jetted down and onto his trousers, remaining thick and shiny. Paula closed her legs and sat forward in the chair, closer, to inspect the male after orgasm, something she had never seen.
"Wonderful. Out of this world. Did you enjoy the first lesson?” he asked.
"Incredible, I didn't realise the power that..."
"Your body can have over a man? To make him orgasm without even touching him?"
"Yes and that."
"Here endeth the first lesson. Now you are mine, sexy student."
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CHAPTER TWO
Paula laid the bags on her bed. The shopping trip had been fun, something she could rarely do, particularly with no limit to the spending. She had enjoyed the trip immensely, going to almost every big store in Oxford Street, then to Knightsbridge and then to Kensington High Street. She unpacked the clothes and hung them carefully in the large wardrobe that covered one complete wall of her bedroom. The new blouses, jumpers and shoes all stored with equal care in the drawer units on the wall under the window. She had shopped not only to her own likes, but to those of the professor, the code of dress that he required firmly in her mind as she had chosen each and every item with the utmost care.
A long hot bath followed. She lay back in the warm suds and let her mind wander back to the events of the previous night. She moved her hand slowly down between her legs, pressing, rubbing and recalling the pleasure that she had experienced. Her index finger gently probed the folds of her labia, stroking the velvety skin. Then to her clitoris, where she pressed and rubbed slowly. It felt good, but nothing like when she had done it for him. Then it had been fantastic, she imagined his cock, sticking up hard and proud. She tried to imagine also what it would be like to have it inside her, filling her.
The sounds of the professor coming into the apartment brought her back to reality. She lay there thinking of him as she heard him moving about in the lounge. She liked him a lot. She would do anything for him. He was all that she wanted, apart from her degree, of course, and she was doing that anyway, he was truly a bonus to her studies.
Dried and powdered, she slipped on the new blue panties and bra, admiring the effect in the long mirror on the back of the wardrobe door. A white blouse and a new short skirt in dark blue that hugged her neat figure and portrayed the shape of her slim body perfectly. Black hold-up stockings completed her outfit. She sat before the dressing table and applied the bright red lipstick to her ample lips. The effect against her auburn hair and the white of her blouse was stunning. Her red painted finger nails added extra emphasis to the overall effect. Black high-heeled shoes added to her height and shaped her legs. She posed in front of the long mirror to admire the transformation. Turning this way and that, she was pleased with her day's shopping.
"Here's your charge-card professor,” she said casually as she entered the kitchen. His eyes roamed her, lingering on her slim thighs that he loved so much. She felt that charge of sexuality course through her, tingling and exciting. This feeling increased as he came close to her, walking around her as she stood still for his approval. In silence he circled her, close but never touching. He sighed and murmured his approval.
"I like the make-up too,” he said quietly. She could smell his aftershave, so close did he stand to her. Her senses urged him to touch her, but he continued to circle her slowly. Admiring the swell of her breasts, the top two buttons being open as she knew he wanted. His gaze found the cleavage of her soft breasts, she stood proudly as he looked down inside her blouse. He stooped, leaned forwards and lightly kissed the side of her cheek. The effect on her was dramatic. Her senses already primed, the touch was electric, sending light shudders through her body. She wanted him to touch her more, for him to hold her, to caress her and to take her fully and completely.
"You have done well Paula, you please me greatly. For this I shall reward you. In the way that pleases you most."
Paula smiled at his compliments, she waited for his hands to touch her, to feel her and delight her. He continued to look her over, silently inspecting her and thrilling was the anticipation for her.
"Now Paula, I want you to clear the things off the dining room table, then to go to your room and undress, to return to me totally naked, understand?"
Her heart was beating fast, the surge of anticipated sexual power pumping through her. Her cheeks glowed with the heat of her excitement.
"Yes professor,” she said simply and turned to walk out of the kitchen to do his bidding.
In her room she stripped, to stand naked before her mirror, she ached to be touched. She rubbed her hand over her mons, today she hoped her would have her. Enter her and bring the pleasure that she really awaited from him, to feel his cock inside her.
When she returned to the lounge, the professor stood naked next to the table waiting. His cock hung down between his legs. Paula felt a pang of disappointment; she thought that her presence alone was enough to arouse him.
"Get onto the table and lie face-down” he said calmly, without even acknowledging her presence.
The surface of the table was cold at first on her skin, her breasts squashed against her chest as she assumed the position he required. He moved in close until he stood near her head and began to tie a soft cord around her left wrist.
"Professor no! Not tying please!” Paula said in surprise at his action.
He continued binding her wrist and said simply: “how can you judge the fruit if you have never tasted it?"
The other end of the cord he secured to the leg of the table, binding her arm securely. He moved to do the same with the other wrist.
"I'm not sure about this,” Paula said hesitantly, but he ignored her protests, binding and securing her other wrist. When he began tying her ankle she reacted. Kicking her legs to prevent him doing so, bucking her body and wriggling to try to get free.
"Don't please, you frighten me like this!"
He took no notice. With one ankle secured, his strong hands pulled her legs apart and secured the other to the table-leg opposite. She lay spread-eagled face down, whimpering slightly as she craned her neck to try to see what he was doing.
"Fear of the unknown is all part of the learning process,” he said quietly. He lifted her hips and slid a cushion underneath, pushing her hips upwards and presenting her naked buttocks high and prominent in the air. She lay helpless and bound, her body at his mercy.
"Don't hit me, please don't hit me!” she pleaded. She strained at the bonds, but she was held fast. She groaned and allowed her head to sink slowly back on the table in defeat. Suddenly and unexpectedly, his hand touched her raised buttocks, caressing softly and gently, moving lightly over her soft flesh, his fingers tracing each and every contour, feeling and probing. Paula shuddered; ripples of pleasure filled her body, her vulva jerked involuntarily as did her nipples. She enjoyed his touch, urging it all over and towards her waiting pussy. His hand moved over her firm flesh, the mound of her buttocks, the crease of her anus, teasing and tantalising her as he moved in unexpected directions over her back, thighs and buttocks. She tensed with pleasure as his finger traced the length of the crease between them and brushed the puckered entrance to her secret passage. Relaxed now, she drank in the heady pleasurable feelings that washed over her.
"Touch me there, please professor!” she urged, gazing at his stiff cock and wanting it inside her, to ease the aching desire in her.
"Where, my sexy little student? Where do you want me to touch you?"
"You know, my..."
"Pussy?” He prompted.
"Yes, yes please."
"Then say it little one, say the words I like to hear."
"My pussy, touch my pussy please I want you to feel it."
His hand moved slowly over her body, sensuously, exciting every pore of her as it moved slowly down towards its goal. The anticipation of what was to come thrilled her.
"Is that good, sexy little bitch? Do you like that?"
"Mmmm, wonderful, but my pussy! Put your finger inside me please!” she moaned, still staring at his rigid cock, so close to her face. His index finger lingered on the tight entrance to her anus, toying and prodding gently. Paula murmured her pleasure. The pressure of his finger increased, beginning to force into the tight puckered hole.
"No! That's the wrong place! Professor it's the wrong place!” she shouted out. The finger continued to press, opening the tight entrance and entering it slightly.
"No!” Paula screamed aloud. The finger pushed further in. “No! No!” Again he pushed and then again. Up and in until the whole of it was inside her.
"It hurts, stop please!” Her wailing was cut short and she recoiled her head as jets of his warm sperm spurted onto her face. She closed her eyes as the warm seed sprayed her face in thick globules, trickling down towards her mouth. She clamped her lips to prevent it entering her mouth, mumbling her revulsion through her closed lips.
"Lick it, my randy little bitch, lick my sperm,” the professor commanded.
She shook her head instantly.
"Lick it!” he shouted at her. “Lick it!” Again she shook her head. He began moving his finger in an in-and-out motion inside her. She bucked against her bonds and cursed through her clamped lips. The finger inside her increased in its pace.
"Lick it,” he repeated.
The tip of her tongue poked hesitantly from between the tightly clamped lips, tasting some of his salty sperm. She shuddered in disgust. His finger moved faster inside her. She licked more of his sperm, her lips relaxing and beginning to open.
"That's better,” he coaxed her.
Her lips opened almost fully, her tongue circled her mouth in search of more of his seed. She moaned her pleasure as his finger continued to move inside her. Her tongue greedily lapped at the last of his seed on her mouth.
"No objections, now that you have the taste, are there my sexy student?"
He gripped his softening cock and brought it close to her mouth. She cried out and tensed, gripping his finger inside her with her internal muscles as her orgasm ripped through her, racking her body and bringing to her the delights that she so desperately needed. Her head lifted upwards, straining back against her shoulders as she took her pleasure. His finger continued moving for the duration of her orgasm and until her body relaxed back onto the table. She lay quiet and unmoving, just the occasional whimper to portray the state of bliss that she was enjoying.
Paula knelt naked before him on the floor. He sat in the big armchair, also naked, where he had gone to sit after he had released her bonds, leaving her to wallow in her satisfaction.
"You displeased me with your whining ways today, Paula."
"Sorry professor, it was just that I didn't know what to expect."
"I told you that I expect complete obedience from you,” he scolded.
"Yes professor."
"Did you enjoy what happened?"
"Oh yes it was nice. I was a little afraid at first and I would have preferred it if you had..."
"Patience little one, patience,” his voice was full of knowing and authority.
"You don't seem to want to, you know, to have sex with me."
"Your pussy is not yet ready to please me fully. In time it will be."
"But you're not too large, my boy-friend was about the same size as you,” she offered hopefully.
"It's not the size of me that is what I meant. In time you will see what I mean. Did you want me to touch your pussy?"
"Yes, I was hoping..."
"Then lie back and do it now yourself, I want to see you touching yourself."
Paula lay back on the carpet and drew-up her knees, presenting her open pussy to his staring eyes. Again she felt the powerful surge, heightened by him watching her. She moved her hand down and cupped her mons, the heel pressing against her hardened clitoris and her index finger slipping easily inside her wet pussy. She moaned softly as her hand took up the motion, her hips moving in tandem with her thrusting. Her mouth fell open and her eyes half-closed as she relaxed into the sensual world of sex.
Faster her hand moved, grinding hard onto her bud, forcing the finger inside and bringing the pleasure she sought. Her finger not his as she had hoped, but pleasure none the less.
"Two fingers now."
She did as instructed, slipping her first finger inside with the index finger, sighing as she adjusted to the larger insertion. Faster she moved, her breathing becoming faster and more laboured. Moaning and panting she worked to bring the feelings that she had come to love. Her hips bucked upwards, supporting herself only on her shoulders and her feet, her body pushing up towards the peak that was rapidly approaching. Her hand worked frantically, her juices made soft sounds as her fingers slid in and out of her pussy. She gasped and cried out softly as she came. Murmuring softly to herself, she relaxed onto the carpet, her body shaken by gentle shudders of pleasure. The professor once again sat silently watching the lovely form that lay before him on the carpet.
"Come here, little one,” he called softly.
Paula roused herself slowly and crawled over to kneel between his thighs as he had indicated. He was fully hard again. His stiff rod stood, the veins in its shaft throbbing as the blood filled the excited organ. The firm rounded glans still glistened with his previous eruption of sperm. She wanted it so badly, all of it. She looked longingly at the stiff cock before her.
"Hold it for me,” he commanded softly.
With her right hand Paula closed her delicate fingers around the swollen shaft. Warm and firm, pulsing and nice, she gripped it. Looking longingly at the erect cock, the first she had ever held. It felt so good to at last touch it, to touch him, she loved the feel of it.
"Wank me. Up and down."
Her hand began to move, slowly at first and then increasing the speed and power of her grip. She watched him with interest during his pleasure, delighting in giving him the same pleasures that he had introduced her to. Her other hand moved between his legs to gently cup his balls, he gasped loudly at this move of hers. His reaction spurred her on, she weighed them and stroked them as her other hand wanked his stiff cock. She watched the way he closed his eyes and the way his hips pushed upwards. Her hand moved faster, her thumb flicking across the eye of his glans, drawing deep sighs of satisfaction from him each time she did it. She watched him tense his body as his orgasm approached. The way his mouth first gripped tightly and then relaxed, the lips parting and drawing in breath. She marvelled at the power with which his sperm erupted from the eye of his glans and jetted out in hot spurts onto her chin and breasts. As she squeezed harder, another spurt would splash onto her. She watched spellbound, drinking in the heady, musky smell of sex that surrounded them, another spurt from his cock, then another and another until he was drained and finished in his pleasure. She held his cock for sometime afterwards, until it was soft and flaccid, she had waited to touch him and she now didn't want this to end. With the other hand she began to rub his come into her breasts, treating his sperm as lotion, to feed her skin. All over her firm breasts she spread the sticky substance, her eyes closed as she felt the power, his power soaking into her skin. Into her body and mind and into her very soul, she welcomed this invasion of her body.
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"You're interested yourself, I can tell,” Paula chided Louise as they sat on a bench in the campus grounds. The warm spring sunshine had brought a welcome break to the gloom of winter and allowed the open-air study periods that they were making the most of.
"Don't be ridiculous! He sounds a right pervert and so do you; I have to say Paula. Good God, by the things you have told me, you both need help!"
"Yours you mean?” Paula countered confidently.
"Don't be silly."
"I can tell when you're interested, excited even,” Paula persisted.
"I am not interested in him in the slightest,” Louise stated firmly.
"You were all flushed and twitching as I told you what happened. I've known you a long time and I do know when your pussy starts to itch."
"No I wasn't. How could you do such things with him?"
"Easily is the answer to that, and with the greatest of pleasure. We have done nothing wrong except enjoy each other and ourselves. Nothing at all wrong with two people enjoying sex together is there."
"Well you wouldn't catch me doing those sorts of things, that's for sure!” Louise spat in disgust. “Tying-up and touching yourselves in front of one another! And some of the other things you told me! ugh! How could you? It's simply not natural."
"Your eyes lit up when I told you that part."
"In surprise maybe, but for no other reason."
"Whatever suits you, each to their own. Perhaps you'd like to meet him one day?” Paula said casually standing up from the bench.
"I don't know about that. But, well, have you thought about asking him if there is another room spare yet?"
"You don't mind living with a couple of perverts if it improves your accommodation situation, then?"
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