Private Tuition (2 page)

"Does it excite you to tease me, Paula?"

"I suppose it does a bit.” Sexual pleasure was coursing through her. Her nipples tingled and hardened more. She felt electric sensations of wonderful intensity darting through her. It was a thrill she had never before experienced.

"Lift your skirt up,” he said.

Slowly Paula raised the hem of her skirt to the waist. Small white panties stretched tightly over her prominent mons. Her thighs were wide apart as she sat astride the arm of the chair. The professor cleared his throat, his gaze fixed between her legs, Paula felt more and different sensations, bursting within her, her vulva throbbed. Her face flushed with the excitement she sat silently as he looked at her.

"Perfect, you are so perfect,” he said quietly.

Paula tried to speak but no words came from her. Her mouth was dry. She cleared her throat.

"Does it excite you to watch me, professor?” she asked, her excitement and confidence growing. She wanted reassurance from him that he liked what he saw.

"Don't try to turn the tables on me like a good psychology student should. Take them off."

"The panties you mean?"

"The skirt and the panties,” he replied without looking up from her crotch.

Paula stood slowly, un-hooked her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She felt alive with excitement. Her body was pulsing with feelings that she had never before experienced. She hooked her thumbs into the side-strings of her panties and pulled them down over her hips and thighs, kicking them aside as she stood before him, naked from the waist down. She watched his handsome face as he looked at her exposed pussy.

"Turn around for me slowly.” His voice cracked slightly as he spoke, his eyes roaming her soft flesh. “And take off that blouse."

Paula turned. Her fingers were trembling as she undid the buttons and removed the blouse. She was aware that he was inspecting her, it added to her excitement. Feelings, new to her, were playing to all her most intimate parts.

"Now the bra."

She did as she was bid, throwing the bra aside to join the other clothes on the thick carpet, her nipples were fully erect, her vulva ached. She could feel her cheeks burning, not with embarrassment, but with heightened pleasure.

"Bend over, legs apart,” he commanded.

For a moment she hesitated, then spread her legs and leaned over to place her hands on the floor in front of her. The surge of powerful sensation that rippled through her caused her to draw breath, she delighted in displaying her most secret parts to him, open and uncovered, he could see it all.

"Sit down in the chair,” he said, his voice now full of excitement that he couldn't hope to disguise.

Paula turned, he had dropped his trousers and underpants. He was sitting as he was before, with his stiff cock sticking up from his lap, angry looking and purple coloured, the foreskin pulled tightly back against the shaft. She moved to the chair and sat down.

"Put one leg over each of the arms of the chair,” he said simply.

She obeyed, spreading her legs wide and opening her labia to expose the soft inner folds for his pleasure. She felt a dampness inside her at the effect she was having on him.

"That looks good Paula, very good indeed. Does it feel good?"

"Mmmm.... yes."

"Touch yourself."

"But I've never..."

"Touch yourself,” he repeated in his commanding tone.

The painted fingernails of her hand slipped hesitantly down over her stomach to rest against her open pussy.

"Stroke it Paula. Stroke it."

Her fingers began to pass lightly over the soft wet lips. She heard him groan as her hand moved.

"Good Paula, good. Push a finger inside now.” She could see a drop of lubrication appear from the end of his erect cock. Her index finger entered her inner folds. She gasped at the contact.

"In further!"

In and up it went until her whole middle finger was inside her. By instinct she began to move it around, inside her at first, then slowly she began an in-and-out motion.

"Does that feel nice Paula?"

"Mmmm."

"I love your breasts, so firm and sweet, your nipples long and hard. The way they jiggle as your body moves."

Paula gasped as the feelings increased within her. Her hand was moving faster now.

"Stop now, my sexy little girl, and touch your clitoris."

Reluctantly she withdrew the finger and moved it up to touch her hardened bud. Her eyes closed and her head sank back to rest against the back of the chair.

"Grip it with your finger and thumb, pull it, stretch it and press it,” he coaxed softly. Paula noted a change in his voice pattern, she half opened her eyes to see him gripping his stiff rod and rubbing furiously. This sight spurred her on, rubbing and pressing, stroking and grinding, she became lost in her own world of pleasure.

"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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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.

He moved alongside her head as his hand continued to roam over her back and her buttocks. He was fully hard now, his cock sticking forwards, the glans firm and rounded. She watched the rigid member as his hand continued to caress her body.

"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.