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I don't say
anything, just extend my arm out for him to write on. He holds my gaze for a
second, then places one hand on my other shoulder while he leans in and
annotates my skin. It brings him in close to me, and I have to stop myself from
lowering my mouth to the skin revealed by the open neck of his shirt.

I look down at
my inked arm and hand.

'They're the
most helpful tattoo's ever,' I laugh and lean back on my hands, my arms pressed
straight against my sides. 'Do more.'

I've
deliberately handed the next decision over to him to make. I'm testing him, I
suppose, looking to see how far he'll take this.

He looks at me,
and for a second, I think he's going to bottle it. It was definitely a pause
for thought, but lucky for me, he seems to have decided to keep playing our game.

Reaching out, he
traces the outline of my collarbones.

'Clavicle,' he
murmurs, writing as he speaks. I watch his mouth, the way he touches the tip of
his tongue against his top lip as he works. Without asking, he reaches both
hands behind me and unclips my bra. He doesn't fumble; I'm impressed and even
more turned on.

'Breasts,' I grin.
'Or is there another word I should use?'

'Breasts are
interesting,' he says, laying the pen down. 'Women's nipples are particularly
responsive, far more so than men's for instance.'

As he speaks, he
reaches his hands out and brushes his fingers over my nipples. We both look
down and watch as they turn into little bullets between his fingers.

'See?' he
murmurs. 'Look at the way your breasts have responded to my touch, Jessica.'

'Interesting,' I
croak.

He nods. 'I've
studied breasts a lot.'

I keep my hands
planted flat on the desk and push my exposed tits out at him. 'Study mine, Mr.
East.'

He half-laughs,
and then cups my breasts and lowers his head to them. I feel his mouth on my
flesh at last, the heat of his lips, the stroke of his tongue as he licks my
nipples.

'I'd give you an
A plus for your tits,' he says, kissing the hollow at the base of my neck. Then
he draws back and picks up the pen again.

'This is your
sternum,' he says, running his finger lightly between my breasts and rib cage.
He writes on my skin again, but when I look down, he hasn't written sternum.

I'm going to
fuck you hard over my desk.

Christ! That
settles that then. My cheeks are burning, and then he suddenly kisses me, a hot
tangle of tongues as he presses me against his body and winds one of my
pigtails around his hand. Just when he has me gasping, he stops and pulls back.
I'll give it to Mr. East, he's definitely in the right profession. He's very
much still in charge of this situation, every inch the teacher in his classroom.
He proves it by pulling me onto my feet and turning me away from him so the
edge of his desk presses into my thighs.

'Spine,' he
whispers against my ear, dragging his hand down my back. His other hand moves
up my thigh, and I'm literally gagging for him to bend me double and do me. He
doesn't of course. He takes his time, kissing my neck as he touches my breasts,
my mouth, my stomach, my thighs.

A low thrill
goes through my crotch when he places some pressure on the back of my neck and
leans me forward until my elbows rest on his desk and my face is over the pile
of papers he'd been marking when I came in.

'Now, Jessica,'
his voice is silky smooth and in control, even as he lifts the hem of my skirt
up to my waist and exposes my knickers.

'These need to
go,' he murmurs, then slides them down my legs so I can step out of them. I'm
bent over his desk in just my tiny skirt and knee high boots now, my feet
spread a little so he gets the best view.

'You really
shouldn't read those test papers.' He reaches over my shoulder and picks up a
flexible ruler from the desk. Shit. He knows how to play out a student teacher
fantasy, that much is for sure.

I feel him touch
the cool plastic against the curve of my ass, and then without a word he slaps
my skin with it sharp enough to make me jump.

'I couldn't help
reading them, I'm sorry,' I whisper, and then I jump again as the ruler slaps
loudly against the same spot. He makes a sound, it's kind of low and animal,
and then he does it again, and after a second, he strikes me a third time.

Fucking hell! I
know how that woman felt in
The Secretary
now, all I want is for him to
carry on, to bring it down on my skin again only harder. He does, and murmurs
my name as his other hand massages my thigh. His thumb touches between my legs
a second before the next slap of the ruler. My ass is stinging, hot and
pleasurable, and disappointment spikes through me when he lays the ruler back
down on the desk. He strokes my ass, and I feel him drop down on his haunches
behind me.

'Turn around.'
It's a command, not a request, and I comply, swinging my leg over his head so
he's in between my thighs.

He places his
fingers over my mound and presses down firmly.

'This is your
mons venus,' he says, moving his fingers in slow, massaging circles.

With his other
hand, he strokes between my legs.

'Labia majora,'
he says, low and in control. 'Your lips.'

He inclines his
head and licks first one and then the other, still massaging my mons. I cannot
breathe. Literally. Can. Not. Breathe. He does it again, flicking his eyes up
to mine.

I watch as he
lowers both hands between my legs and peels my lips back.

'Labia Minora,'
he whispers, then runs his tongue over my inner lips, making me moan. This has
to be the sexiest lesson on female sexual anatomy ever given in the whole wide world.

'You like that,'
he says, licking around my folds. 'Your body tells me so.'

'My mouth tells
you so too,' I breathe. 'I bloody love it.'

'Your clitoral
hood,' he whispers, then flicks his tongue against it briefly. Opening me wider
with his fingers, he blows lightly over my sex.

'And your
clitoris,' he murmurs, and then finally, he licks it.

I close my eyes,
because it hits me that Mr. East is squatting between my spread legs to lap my
clit, and I am so turned on I could come on the spot. I don't, because then it
would be over, but I want to.

'Your vagina,'
his gaze is mailed to mine as he pushes two fingers inside me, his tongue still
moving on my clit. Jesus, he's skilled at this. He's not exactly gentle; if I
had to find a way to describe his technique I'd say he's authoritative. He knows
exactly what he's doing; he's reading my body and he won't let me come even
though I'm drenched and desperate to.

He slides his
fingers from inside me.

'Your perineum,'
he murmurs against my trembling sex.

He surprises me
then, moving back and sliding up my body to press himself against me.

'You said you'd
fuck me over your desk, Mr. East,' I say, and he kisses me as he works his belt
open. I help him, greedy for his cock in my hands. He doesn't disappoint me;
he's hard and oh so ready for me when I wrap my fingers around his length.

'This would be
your cock,' I say, continuing with his lesson.

'And this would
be your mouth,' he says, dragging his thumb over my bottom lip. I bite it.

'Are you asking
me to slide my mouth over your cock?' I whisper, pleased to have the upper hand
for a little while.

'It's important
you're familiar with the male organs too,' he says, and I laugh as I bend over
and take him into my mouth. Now, I am good at this thing. It's one of my top
skills. If Mr. East is so inclined, I think he'd give me an A plus with a
cherry on the top for this. He's definitely into it, I can tell from the way
his cock has swollen to epic proportions in my mouth.

I don't mind
when he wraps my two pigtails around his hands and lifts me to stand up again;
I know that he was pretty close to coming just then and he wants to wait until
he's made good on his word.

He takes a
second, and while he does he slips his tongue into my mouth, his hand working between
my legs.

'Turn around,'
he whispers low into my mouth. 'I want to fuck you now.'

He turns me and
bends me over, and this time, he doesn't wait or touch me carefully. He reaches
into his drawer and I hear the crinkle of foil, and then seconds later he
positions himself and pushes his cock inside me in one deep, powerful thrust. I
grab onto the nearest thing to hand, a huge desktop pencil sharpener, and as
Mr. East bangs me I bang it down on the desktop, sending shavings flying
everywhere.

'Mr. East!' I
gasp his name over a couple of times as he fucks me, and it's every bit as filthy
and fabulous as I'd known it would be. He fucks like he teaches, thoroughly and
with authority, even though right now he's close to losing his control and I am
almost bloody delirious with the need to come. I can hear the rattle of his
belt as he thrusts his thighs, and his breathing pattern is fast and shallow.

'Jessica,' he
grinds out, and then as he starts to really fuck me he turns us slightly so the
corner of his desk presses hard into my clit.

'Oh my god!' I
think I probably cried out loud, because fuck, fuck, fuck, my knees buckle and
I come harder than I knew was even possible as he grinds his own orgasm into
me. I fall forward against his desk, exhausted, and he fondles the cheeks of my
ass where he's struck me.

'That's going to
bruise,' he says.

'Is there a name
for that too?'

He laughs, then
picks up his pen and writes something across the base of my back.

'What does it
say?'

'Coccyx,' he
says. I think he's lying, because whatever it was seemed longer than that. I stay
slumped, and he lowers himself down and writes something else on my inner
thigh.

He stands,
lifting me too, so he can run his hands over my body, filling his hands with my
breasts as he kisses my shoulder.

'I should get
dressed,' I say, belatedly bothered by the fact that someone might come in and
see us.

He helps me,
buttoning my blouse and hooking my bag over my shoulder for me before smoothing
my pigtails with his hands.

'Good as new,'
he says.

'Better.'

'Don't forget to
do your homework, Jessica.'

I leave,
wracking my brains because I don't even remember him setting any homework.

In my room
later, I take off all of my clothes and study my tattooed body in the full-length
mirror.

Blue ink all
over my hand, his handwriting running up my arm, his dirty words inked down the
length of my torso. I shiver with pleasure at the memory.

Placing my foot
up on the bed, I peer down at my inner thigh and grin.

'Homework.
Finger yourself stupid and think of me. Love, Mr. East.'

I turn my back
to the mirror and look over my shoulder, narrowing my eyes to read his scrawl.

I
knew
he
didn't write coccyx. I study the backwards script, and then I start to laugh.
He's drawn an arrow that points down between the cheeks of my ass and above it,
he's written 'next week's special area of study.'

For the first
time in my life, I love being a student.

I hope you enjoyed Jessica’s
lesson!

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