Private Tuition (3 page)

"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.

"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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By the time Paula arrived back from her last lecture the apartment was silent. She found the note on the small ornate desk in the hallway alongside her normal post. It read ‘Gone to Buckinghamshire on a little business, won't be back until late. Yours affectionately, Prof.’ She smiled at the way he signed himself and the silliness of not ever using his first name. She had always known it, but somehow it didn't seem right to use it, particularly as he never did.

She busied herself doing the light dusting and the few items of washing left in the washing machine from that morning. If the professor was late back, he had always eaten. More to save her the trouble than convenience for him, so thoughtful he was, just one of the reasons she liked him so much. He was a good housekeeper himself, the apartment never really needed much attention apart from the small amount of laundry and a little cooking, her chores there were light and easy.

As darkness fell, Paula changed into her light-blue blouse and white skirt. She spent time and care with her make-up and added a few good squirts of her favourite perfume for good measure. She then sat on the settee and watched the main film, waiting for the professor's return.

As she heard his key turn in the lock, she undid the top two buttons of her blouse and ran a cursory hand over her hair to that ensure she looked her best for him.

Pouring drinks for them both, he joined her on the settee, sitting close to her, their thighs touching. Paula was delighted by the close contact. This assured her that she was getting into his affections, which, she thought; he had difficulty in showing, or in relating easily to people.

"Stand up Paula and turn away from me,” he said after a time, the soft coaxing tone of his voice indicating to Paula that her pleasure was about to begin. She loved the anticipation, the not knowing what he would do to her next. Gently he took her wrist and tied a soft cord around it.

Her body began to throb with excitement. The soft, warm touch of his hands pleased her as he secured both her hands behind her back. Silently she stood facing away from him, she knew he would be looking at her legs as he sat behind her. The first touch of his hand on her thigh thrilled her. Slowly the caressing hand moved upwards, stroking and feeling. Up until his hand rested on her soft buttocks and he began to caress her through the material of her panties. For some time he fondled her, then his fingers slipped beneath her panties to caress the soft, firm flesh of her buttocks, his fingers slipping into the crease between them.

Paula's nipples hardened as the pleasant feelings filled her. She felt that now familiar, throbbing ache in her vulva, her need was growing. His hand slipped down between her thighs, close but not quite touching her labia. The urge within her increased, she found herself wishing his hand to move to her waiting pussy, but it slowly withdrew.

"Turn around, my sexy student,” his velvety voice commanded softly.

She turned slowly to face him. For some minutes her watched her then he stood up. He ran his hands down the sides of her neck and onto her shoulders, kneading roughly and stroking. Down the hands moved to the top button of her blouse, slowly gripping the sides to ease it apart. Suddenly, with a powerful jerk, he savagely ripped her blouse open, tearing the material and sending the buttons spinning into the air.

Paula gasped in surprise at the change of mood. He looked at her tight cleavage silently, exposed for him amid the tattered remnants of the blouse. His hands slowly circled her waist, bringing him so very close to her. His warm breath on her neck as his hands moved up her back to release her bra. Once the catch was opened, he, with equal savagery, pulled at and broke the straps in turn, freeing her pert breasts for his gaze, the bra falling down to hang around her waist. Slowly, he planted feather-light kisses over her breasts, moaning and murmuring as his lips moved. Paula thrilled at the light touches. Each and every one sending spears of tingling excitement through her. His lips found one hard nipple, kissing at first, then taking it in his mouth fully, his tongue flicking across the tip. His teeth lightly gripped the erect nipple sending a surge of sensation to Paula's vulva, adding further to her increasing arousal. He gripped her waist, pulling her onto him. Hard and brutal, she could feel his rigid cock pressing into her, his mouth on her breast now hard and uncaring, gone was all the tenderness, just brutal lust remained.

His lips moved hard all over her breasts and the sides of her neck, biting and hurting. The excitement in Paula rose to a new height as he ravaged her so coarsely. One hand moved to grip her breast, squeezing painfully hard, gripping the nipple and pulling, drawing gasps of pain from her lips. For many minutes the assault continued, then suddenly he stopped and stood back a step away from her.

"How did you like that?” he asked, his face flushed and his breathing hard and rapid.

She was wet, she hadn't at first realised the wonderful effect it had had on her, her body had experienced yet more new and exciting feelings. She liked the new sensations; it was in complete contrast to the soft tender approaches up till now.

"Good, very good, at first I didn't think..."

"The unexpected Paula, it's a very powerful medium, as is pain. Good psychology,” he said, his breathing calming. He moved behind her, his hands came around her to cup and cover her pert breasts; he kneaded them gently for some time, pinching and rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. All the time his hard cock pressed against her firm buttocks. Then he untied and released her hands.