The Mistress - an Erotic Noir Novel

by J. E. Keep

  With a toothy smile beneath his well-groomed moustache, Terrance Russell’s fingers crept along her knee, slowly tugging up the skirt until he was touching her beneath its fabric. “You’ll go far all on your own, miss Perkin’s, but with a charming teacher upon your side,” his hand slid beneath her skirt along her silk covered inner thigh a few inches, “you could go so much further. I bet,” he remarked wryly, “you’d make a stunning teacher’s pet.”

  She leaned back against the couch, her eyelids dropping to hide much of her brown eyes, her smile growing. “I don’t know about that,” she cooed. “Well, I know I could go further, but who couldn’t. As for a teacher’s pet, well, I may just be too obstinate and held to my own ways. What could you do about that?”

  Following after her as she leaned back, he moved in just so, his hand touching her so scandalously high up her inner thigh then, the other touching her neck as he husked at her. “Students sometimes need discipline to keep them progressing. To keep them in line,” he said, a certain edge of playful authority in their voice. “Most important of all though, they need to keep their teacher pleased to keep advancing, hm?” His face was handsome by most accounting, the younger of the three professors vying for her attention. Though he obviously shaved regularly, his face held some darkness along the jawline, and his mouth was framed with a handsome, well groomed moustache and goatee beneath those dark eyes of his.

  Her breath hitched, and had he known her better, he’d have realized he had her just where he needed her. Perhaps he could tell anyways, for her behaviour wasn’t strange compared to other women, and the way her lips parted subconsciously, her torso turning to face her blouse covered breasts at him more really all spoke to his seduction of her mind as well as her body. “That’s not a field I’m studied in,” she finally managed out, some of her confidence slipping away as her thighs began to grow heated beneath his hand. Hers still rested just atop his wrist as her thick skirt curled around it.

  Watching her subtle little reactions, he licked his own lips, those masculine fingers of his reaching towards her womanhood so crassly across her silk garbed legs. “You’ve never had to earn a teachers good graces in such a manner before?” he queried, squeezing her flesh as he looked about to jump her then and there. “With how far you’ve gotten? I scarcely find it imaginable,” he said in his tone that was somewhere between joking and seductive.

  She was finding herself a bit lightheaded as she stared at the handsome man, her gaze focused on his lips as he spoke. She trailed her tongue over her own, leaving them glossy and still partially open, the plush mouth seemed so inviting as she shook her head. “You’d do well to remember that I have brains enough to succeed,” she mused back.

  With a wide, amused smile he leaned in, his lips nearly touching her ears. “Life could be so much more fun if you learned to rely on your other assets to get you through academics now and then,” he whispered as she felt the man's fingertip graze her panties beneath her skirt, such a light brush it was barely felt.

  Her legs had uncrossed as his hand had ascended her thigh, and they were parted rather unlady like as he brushed that smooth digit against her smooth undergarments. Her stockings ended just beneath her bottom, and he could feel that soft, bare flesh against the palm of his hand. He could feel her arousal, her heated body telling him all she wouldn’t, and her head tilted back. She was having a hard time thinking, toying with this man though she was, and the back of her hat knocked against his fingers.

  “Is this what you intend to teach me?” she whispered, and he could see her breasts rise beneath her blouse, the outline of the lace bra more visible at such a close and intimate position. “I learn quite fast, but I’m so stuck in my ways.”

  Watching her recline and grant him such access to her, the foreign man leaned in, taking full use of her acquiescence. “You’ll need to learn it anyhow,” he husked, his finger tip gliding along her panties, tracing her slit as he kissed her neck. “Either you choose me as your mentor for your future career and keep me pleased, or...” he licked up her neck, trailing a damp line towards her ear before husking. “You learn to make up for lost time when I’m head of the department... perhaps on your knees,” he teased, the line between play and seriousness almost blurred, though she sensed it all a game still.

  “What happens then when you are sent out, cast aside for a more modest and mature version of yourself?” she paused, sounding quite breathless as her body began to throb with want. “I would have to spend so much time making up for things then with him,” she purred, her voice sounding so much lower and more seductive.

  His finger was petting along her slit then, stroking its length through the smooth fabric of her panties. Bringing his other hand down from her neck he brought his palm around her breast, squeezing it through her top and bra. “Hardly my concern,” he said so smugly, “but at least you’ll have had practice and learning at my feet,” he offered before biting her earlobe, the dashing foreigner now pressed against her body in such a way that she could feel hardness against one of her spread legs.

  She was a wanton woman, though discretion was always her highest priority. It was one of the reasons why she often went with older, married men, though she knew it played in nicely with more familiar theories of a father-daughter complex. This man, however, she knew so little about and could not be assured of such safe secret keepings.

  She wanted to ask, to demand his silence, yet that arousal that pulsed between her thighs, quickening and stealing her breath managed only to quiet herself. Licking over her lipsticked lips, she could taste the chemicals that brightened the flesh, and felt his breath down along her sensitive neck.

  “Then teach me what I’m to do.”

  Russell’s voice was heavy too, the larger man so obviously desperate to have her, even as he tried to so calmly stoke her fires, stroking her heated loins through her panties and squeezing her large breast. “A good girl knows to come to her teachers office prettied up, in short skirts... low blouses,” he suckled her earlobe a moment before letting it snap back out, “and an eager-to-please attitude. After all, he holds her future in his hands.”

  Her breathing caught as her eyelids descended, those dark lashes hiding the amorous eyes, as she pressed her heavy, covered tit into his hand. She was a curvaceous, voluptuous woman, and her body felt so delightful. Soft, smooth skin was carefully preened, her clothing accentuating the largeness of her breasts, the perfect heart shape of her pleasant rear, and the curved lines of her lovely calves.

  Her youthful beauty wasn’t matched to the starlets of the day, but she held a feminine appeal, one of sensuality and desirability, especially for older men. Attraction was so rarely dictated by what was popular, and far more about what was appealing.

  Eva knew that she was, and the way she arched and shifted her body for him only went to prove it, the perfect curves presented for his eyes to feast upon as she sucked in another breath, “And if I’m not a good girl?”

  Those greedy hands of his groped and petted her as he was so anxious to have at her flesh, and as he shifted so that he was nearly mounting atop her then and there he muttered, “Then your grades must simply suffer,” he said with such a delicious grin. It was terribly obvious he wanted her badly, despite all attempts at suave confidence.

  Her eyes widened, the already large orbs staring at him in shock, “You couldn’t!” Despite her protest, she could feel herself grow slicker under those panties, the damp material already having sunk between her outer lips, putting a not altogether unpleasant pressure on her delicate sex. She sucked in a breath, her body sat beneath his, her hand knocking her purse away and sending her belongings tumbling over the couch and resting in the crevices.

  “I would have to,” he said so assuredly, his finger pressing into that damp thin sheath of fabric that covered her, feeling her quim. “If you aren’t an ideal student, showing up at my office, ready and willing to please your teacher, well... what else am I to do?” he crooned, his hand movin
g from her large bust to the buttons of her blouse, beginning to undo them in his efforts to expose her as he shifted, trying to get between her legs.

  She was so accommodating, even as she kept up with the ruse, “But I have other things I need to do! Other classes and professors, how could I possibly dedicate all my time to pleasing you and none to finishing my other assignments?” she swallowed. Her hand reached to the top of her head, removing her lovely hat and throwing it on top of her discarded purse, fixing the brown, wavy hair.

  Undoing the buttons he then pulled open her top, exposing the two heavy breasts covered in her bra, he reached in around her to her back, and with obvious familiarity had it undone and was removing that too. “Pretty little girl like you?” he mused, “You’ll find ways.”

  His rubbing at her damp sex had grown less teasing and more blatantly lustful. He was pawing at her sex, and he lifted one of her thick thighs onto the couch, so she faced him fully before beginning to slide the garment down off her entirely. The foreign gentleman, for all his other faults, was immensely dextrous with a woman’s underthings.

  It was the type of thing Eva appreciated in a man, and as she was so skillfully shifted and unveiled for him, he could see that appreciation masked with lust on her face. Her skirt was hiked up so high the tops of her stockings were visible, pressing into her fleshy thighs, her white panties sunken into her form. Her large breasts rested against her ribs heavily, her pink nipples already taut with arousal, her smooth stomach nipped just so in the tummy to make her other assets seem so much larger by comparison.

  “I couldn’t afford to have my grades go down if I want to teach,” she affirmed as her body yielded to him.

  Rising back off her, having removed her bra he then slid her panties down off her legs, discarding the damp garment into the growing pile before lowering himself down atop her. He gave her full lips a firm, hard kiss, pushing his fingers through her curly dark hair. “Then reach into your teacher’s pants and start earning your grades, girl,” he commanded so huskily.

  It was all so wanton. Just an hour prior she was laughing and talking with influential professors, intellectuals that she admired. Now she was below one of the newest faculty members, her hand obediently moving across his stomach and nimbly undoing his pants. His skill with undressing, it seemed, was matched by her skills and her fingertips glanced atop the clothed package, “Will you tell me what to do?” she purred as she reached beneath his clothes, that first feeling of his meaty flesh against her hand thrilling her.

  He gave a delightfully low groan at that first touch of her hand against his sizable flesh. “Mm,” he began, “tonight I’ll give you a bit of a free consultation,” he remarked, licking his lips. “Just undo the pants, girl, take hold of that big thing and pull it out. Teacher shall handle the rest... for now,” he teased, smirking as he took hold of one of her large, bare breasts, squeezing and toying with it as he leaned in, kissing her neck again.

  If there was anything more Eva enjoyed than tactile stimulation, she had yet to find it. The experience of touching, of being touched and kissed and licked thrilled her in a way no textbook ever had. No pleasure in her life was greater than the sensations of her skin being worshiped by fingers and tongues, of being punished by palms and rulers.

  The anticipation of the moment, before the inevitable rutting, where everything in her body seemed so much more alive dizzied her minds and she let out a soft ‘ahh’ as she pulled him free of his restraints. Contrary to her insistence, the way her hand ran down along his shaft spoke of worship and intimate knowledge of the delights it could bring.

  Her nipple pressed roughly into his hand as his digits sunk into the large mound, that pillowy flesh rising between his fingers in such a delightful manner as she ran her free hand down his arm, “I need to pass,” she paused, swallowing. “I need to excel. In all things.”

  With a husky groan his cock swelled in her hand, throbbed at her delicate touch so eagerly. He was a fair size, his shaft long and full, ribbed with thick veins and glossy with precum at the tip. “Oh, I shall teach you how to excel then, girl,” he said in a voice so rich with need and desire as he kissed down her neck to her collarbone. “Guide me on in and we’ll start the first of your lessons then,” he said while already pushing his hips forward, eager to feel the embrace of her pussy around him. “The more advanced practices I shall expect from you on future visits to my office, pet.” With that he plunged his lips down around her free nipple, suckling at the large, stiff nub as his hand squeezed and groped the other.

  She had to readjust herself, rising her hips so as not to discourage that pleasant sucking upon her nipple. The way his tongue flicked over that stiff, swollen nub brought little shocks that ran through her body, and when she finally guided him in towards her wet slit, he could feel that cluster of nerves throb against his flared head.

  He hesitated just a moment there, stroked the side of her large, round breast and flicked his tongue over the teat of the other. “Good girl. Willingness is your first lesson. Willingness to spread these sumptuous thighs of yours to get the grades you need,” and then he sunk into her, the slick folds of her labia gliding along his shaft as his own foreskin rolled back in the motion of sheathing himself inside her so pleasantly.

  The way her pelvis was positioned allowed him straight access into her depths, and her hand pressed his face back to her pillowy breasts as she let out a wanton moan. They were in his office, though surely in the late hour there’d be few wandering the halls. Besides, it wasn’t like this was her first time.

  There were many, many times where she had done things as equally scandalous, and the memories of them always managed to swim to the surface when a hard cock impaled her. Licking over her lips, he could feel her back arch, pushing her pussy towards the base of his cock, wanting it all.

  She could feel the cold metal of his wedding ring upon his finger dig into her breast as he clutched her so firmly. Ravenous for her, he sucked at her breast and began to draw back his hips, immediately beginning to pump into her.

  It was there and then his lust boiled over, the suave detachment gone as he just thrust into her with a fast increasing roughness, grunting and groaning with satisfaction as he felt that tight quim about him. Speaking through his pleasured sound he said quickly after pulling his mouth off her nipple for just a moment. “Such a satisfying cunt you offer up to your teacher,” his use of the word ‘cunt’ so hard and vulgar.

  It was a shock, and he could see her pale skin brighten underneath him, but the way she angled her hips for him spoke only of approval and acceptance, even as she gasped. “That’s a horrid word!” she moaned out, her face flushed as though he had demeaned her with his compliment. Her hand found his and she urged his groping on, pressing his hand into her harder.

  The couch creaked beneath them, groaning as the man's thrusts grew more wanton and reckless. He was heedless of it despite the illicit nature of their tryst, trusting that nobody was about to hear them rutting so late at night.

  She could feel the girth of his cock twitching inside her, her body having done such a number on him his need for her was near overwhelming. The wet smacks of their bodies impacting harder and harder filling the room as he sank his teeth and fingers into her two large breasts.

  Eva was, in most things quite bright. Despite her wanton and reckless act with the man, she had planned for the inevitability of the nights turn, and prepared for men with no desire to protect her from pregnancy. Surely the idea thrilled her in part, but mostly she was rational enough to know it wasn’t the time, nor was it a wise idea to be impregnated by a married man, as so many of her suitors were.

  He could feel her heel digging into his calf as she pulled him into her, body warm against his, her skirt hiked up along her hips and her stockings rolling down from his vigorous fucking.

  With her breasts and teats so thoroughly mauled, he pounded into her a little more erratically. His end was near and he shifted his position, straightening
his back and moving his mouth up from her large breast mound to her mouth, kissing it hard as he quaked. “Time to earn bonus points, girl,” he husked. “Teacher needs to unload,” and she could hear that need so rich on his voice.

  He was so crass, and it disgusted her as much as delighted, especially hearing such words roll off his tongue in his foreign, upper class accent. She nodded, her eyes lidded as she stared at his face, her mouth hanging open a bit, “Yes, teacher.”

  The look on his face at those words was purely blissful. With his last few erratic pumps, he jabbed his throbbing cock into her with such force, a tremor overcoming his body as he loosed his seed into her. It was a long deep release, and he groaned aloud as he shook and spurted his load into her atop the couch, the two academics making such a scene in the lit office.

  She writhed beneath him, much of it for his own benefit as the coos and moans toppled off her tongue. When at last he stopped, her head tilted back and she began to breath heavily, the words coming out much huskier and more sexual. “You’re lucky I knew what to do,” she smiled. “You’re a rubbish teacher when you’re horny.”

  Slow to come down off the high of his pleasure, breathing heavily he lifted up off her, that cold wedding ring still dug into her breast as he held the large mound of tit flesh. Looking to her he laughed in good nature, licking his lips, “You had a way of driving me mad all evening.” Reaching up he patted her cheek in a tender but condescending manner. “You’ll have to make up for that too next time,” he remarked, grinning cheekily.

  Her eyes rolled as she placed her hand on his chest, giving him a smarmy smile in return, “Well, I just hope your lesson plan is more prepared.” She reached for her purse, cursing lightly as she realized it had spilled her makeup and cards across the couch, suddenly feeling one such object pressing into the back of her thigh before she untangled her legs from him.

  Their disentanglement was somewhat less smooth than their initial entanglement. Though he very properly began to do his pants back up, and she noticed, amongst other things, he seemed to be keeping that ring on prominent display. “When you pop by my office next time, I assure you, lesson plans shall be prepared,” he said with a toothy smile, looking over the voluptuous young woman with something of a predatory gaze still, despite the declined interest after their fuck.