It is just the end of the first week of class, but already you have attracted my full attention from your seat in the front row. Your flirting has been subtle but unmistakable. Your clothes are always stylish and concealing, but your skirts are enticingly short and your blouses unnecessarily tight. Your sculpted, tanned legs are always demurely crossed as if protecting a hidden treasure secreted at their junction.
It is really your eyes, however, that are the most seductive, and it is all I can do to divert my gaze when our eyes meet. Although you listen and take notes along with the rest of the students, you spend more time peering up at me behind the podium than the others. Your eyes invite my return gaze. Your easy smile distracts me and makes me lose my train of thought. A simple flick of your tongue between your slightly parted lips can make me harden with desire. It is clear that your actions are intentional and that you are enjoying the impact you have on me.
Moments before class is to end, I move down the rows distributing the previous days' pop quiz. I see your quizzical expression as you notice that I have attached an envelope to your paper, but the bell rings and you gone before you have an opportunity to open it. I wonder how you will respond to the contents of that envelope.
Later as I sit in my living room, I sip my wine and try to picture what the coming evening might bring. I know you will come. The envelope contained only my address and a time, but I know that it is an invitation you will not resist.
I rise to answer your knock at the door, a bulge in my pants giving a firm indication of my anticipation of the moment. There you stand, petite, eyes gleaming, a heart-warming smile lighting up your face. I reach out and take your hand and guide you into the room. We have never spoken, so your whispered "hello" is the first word I have heard you speak. I return your smile as I pour you a glass of wine.
You sit across from me, sipping your wine, eying me warily, uncertain about what might happen next. But soon you are at ease, conversing freely, relaxing as if with an old friend.
As you finish your wine and place your glass on the table between us, you look at me questioningly, awaiting my instructions. I let you sit for an uncomfortable, quiet several minutes as I sip my wine deliberately, allowing the tension to build within you.
"Stand up," I command. You comply.
"Now undress." You look around, seeking the path to the bathroom.
"No. Here." I say forcefully. Uncertainty flickers across your face. Flight is a possibility you consider.
After a moment of mulling over your options, your hands move to the buttons of your blouse. You unfasten one after the other until your lacy bra, filled by your luscious breasts, is revealed. The silk rustles as your blouse flutters to the floor. You unbutton your skirt and slide it slowly down off your hips as your eyes peer deeply into mine. I note that your breathing is getting shallow and quicker and that color is creeping into your cheeks.
You sit down to remove your stockings, rolling first one and then the other down your legs. The sight of those long, beautiful legs creates in my mind a vision of them wrapped around my waist as I plunge my cock deep inside you. But that will come later, much later. In the act of removing your last stocking, your legs part slightly, accidentally or intentionally I can not be sure, and I see that there is a wet spot in the crotch of your panties.
With your stockings off, you stand up again. You reach behind and unfasten your bra, letting the straps fall down to your side. The cups still cling to your breasts as you walk over to stand before me. I reach up and remove the lacy covering, revealing your firm breasts and erect nipples. I cup your breasts in my hands, nipples pressed into my palms, and I hear you inhale deeply.
You pull away and step back, now standing nearly naked before me. Without hesitation you slide your panties down your legs then kick them aside. You hold your arms up and pirouette before me, inviting me to view your nakedness.
The sight of you takes my breath away. It is all I can do to keep from responding, to keep from tossing you to the floor and mounting you, taking you like a wild animal. I picture in my mind your writhing beneath me, struggling to push me away but at the same time pulling my hardness further inside you. Perhaps another time, I think, for tonight I have other plans.
I rise and take your hand, and I lead you to the bedroom. I feel the dampness of your palm, so I know you are uncertain about what might come next. However, you give my hand a squeeze when you see the bed, assuring me that you are ready for whatever is to come.
"On your stomach, hands stretched toward the corners," I say in a clipped tone. You glide gracefully onto the bed. Once you are in position, I tie your wrists and ankles with the silken straps.
You watch as I stand beside the bed and undress, carefully folding my clothes and placing them on the nearby chair. Soon I am naked, and my erection points toward your face like the arrow of a compass. I see the lust in your eyes and I know that you are enjoying yourself. Your open your mouth in an effort to gage how my engorged cock might fit within.
I kneel on the bed beside your head and position my cock just beyond the reach of your parted lips. You stretch your tongue outward trying to reach me, but the restraints hold you back, keeping your tongue inches from my hardness. After teasing you for a moment this way, I move forward, thrusting my cock into your waiting mouth.
I nearly cum as I am engulfed by the warmth I find there. Your tongue caresses me as you suck hard, pulling me farther within, and soon your lips are press against my balls. I pull back, and then move forward, developing a slow rhythm, fucking your mouth as I will soon be fucking your pussy. I place my hands on the back of your head and entwine my fingers in your silken tresses. I control the movements of your head this way, sometimes forcing my cock deep inside your mouth, at other times only allowing you to reach it with the tip of your tongue. Your saliva drips off my cock and wets the sheet as I slide repeatedly between your constricted lips.
But eventually I pull away. You make an effort to hold on to me with your mouth, but my cock slips free with a slurp. Your face is wet with drool and your eyes are glazed with need, but now it is time to move on.
I move to the foot of the bed and kneel between your legs. I push my hand beneath you and feel the wetness there. My fingers glide over your damp, barren skin seeking the opening to your inner recesses. You are fully aroused, so your pussy is open, lips splayed, inviting my fingers to enter and explore. But I reject their invitation for the moment, choosing instead to slide my fingers upward, until I find the aroused nub hidden there within the folds. I caress the hardness of your clit, my fingers lubricated by your wetness. I grasp it between my fingers and squeeze it ever more tightly, causing you to move away from my hand in an effort to escape. But there is no escape.
I pinch your clit firmly to the point where it becomes marginally painful, then release it and caress it with my well-schooled fingertips. I repeat the procedure time after time, taking you to the verge of agony, and then replacing that dull pain with the exquisite pleasure produced by the caressing manipulations of my well-lubricated fingertips. By now your hips are pumping against my hand, thrusting your bald pussy against my fingers, signaling your need.
I continue the torment of your oozing pussy, as in my mind I prepare for the next step in this, our first encounter.
As you respond to the rough caresses, I raise my hand and slap your ass. You shriek and your body bounces up off the bed in response. Before you can catch your breath, my hand smacks against your flesh again, and then again, and again. Smack! Smack!
"So you enjoy teasing me in class, do you? Smack! You emit a moan that sounds vaguely like the word "yes."
"And when you are staring at my crotch as I lecture, are you imagining my cock gliding between your lips and filling your mouth?" "Yesssssss," I hear. Smack!
"And does your pussy get wet as you picture my cock spreading you apart and filling you with cum?"
"Ohhhhh yesssss, alwaysssss." Smack!
"And do you think such behavior is appropriate?" You hesitate, unsure how to answer. I pinch your clit firmly and you emit a squeal of pain.
"No, it is not appropriate. And for that I know I deserve to be punished." Smack!
Your ass cheeks redden with handprints as I continue the spanking. My hand that is still beneath you is flooded with your juices as you respond. As I continue to spank you, I slip my fingers up inside you, filling you with my bunched fingers. You move your body in rhythm with the slaps, using my fingers like your favorite toy in an effort to achieve the release that your body so badly needs.
As you move toward what I know will be a massive orgasm, I stop spanking you and withdraw my hand from beneath you. You turn to look over your shoulder at me, wondering why I have stopped.
I gaze directly into your eyes as I raise my hand to my nose. I sniff, reveling in the exotic scent of an aroused woman, an aroma of which I will never tire. I use my tongue to lick your wetness from my fingers as you watch. I smack my lips at the sweet essence.
"Your pussy juices are like the nectar of the gods," I say.
"Oh, why did you stop? I was nearly there."
"I know, and that is why I stopped. It is not time yet."
I grasp your hips and raise them up off the bed until you are on all fours before me. I move my head down and run my tongue between your ass cheeks, parting your enflamed lips and caressing your inner recesses before moving up and teasing your puckered asshole.
"So when you were teasing me in class, is this what you wanted? Did you imagine yourself naked in my bed with your ass raised invitingly in front of my face?"
