Private Tuition (4 page)

"Undress!” His voice portrayed his growing excitement.

Paula stripped off the tattered blouse and bra. Her breasts were sore from his brutal assault on them. She stripped off the skirt and panties as he watched.

"The table,” was all he said. Paula moved over to the long dining table and climbed onto it. She sat waiting for his further instructions.

"On your back this time,” he commanded in his deep voice. He tied her hands securely to the table legs, then with her knees raised and apart, he secured her legs also. She lay back looking between her spread knees at the professor as he stood at the end of the table gazing at her open pussy.

"Are you aroused, my little bitch? Is your hairy little pussy ready to be violated?"

"Mmmm!"

"Perhaps it would be good not to touch you at all and to leave you here all night like this."

"No! Don't please, don't. I couldn't bear it, I need you to touch me."

"What do you need slut? Tell me, I like to hear you say the words."

"I need to be touched, there on my pussy. I want your cock inside me and to feel your sperm, hot and..."

"Very good my little one, now you will receive pleasure.” His hands began caressing the insides of her thighs, soft and tender movements that brought delight to Paula as she lay on her back. Soon his lips replaced his hands, kissing up the inside of her thighs, from her knee to almost her labia, but never touching it, replaced his hands.

Each time his lips neared her pussy, Paula moaned softly, wanting him to kiss her expectant pussy lips. His mouth would move back down to the other knee and start its journey back up her thigh again. For about ten minutes the teasing continued, Paula's pussy was aching to be touched. Each time she expected him to touch her moist labia as his mouth came close to it and each time she sighed her disappointment when he moved back down again to her knee.

"Please,” she gasped, “please—"

Using the tip of his tongue now, he continued the same pattern of movements; the soft wet tip of his tongue amplified the sensations that Paula experienced before as it traced a line slowly up the length of her thigh. Into the crease between the top inside of her leg and the side of her labia the tongue worked. Up and over her mons, avoiding her throbbing clitoris. Around and around he circled her aching pussy, delighting it and exciting it, all the time increasing the expectation.

"Please do it! Lick me, lick me!” She begged. Her voice was thick with arousal and need. The tip of his tongue lightly brushed up the length of her left labia lip, then the right, alternating for a moment or two. Paula sighed in appreciation of the touch, her senses tuned to expect and having waited for so long now, mild flutters of the beginnings of orgasm rippled through her. His soft tongue traced the inner folds of her pussy, sending further darting sensations through her. She was panting heavily now, her eyes closed lost in the ecstasy of sexual bliss.

Farther in the tongue moved, tasting and searching her innermost depths. She tensed and squirmed on the table as he worked his magic on her. Bringing her pleasurable release ever nearer.

"I'm coming,” she moaned softly. “I'm coming."

He stopped abruptly and stood up. Paula groaned her disapproval.

"Too soon sexy slut, too soon to finish, you need patience my little sex machine.” He smiled as he looked down at her and undid his trousers and freed his erect cock. “Look what you do to me, bitch."

"Please finish me, please, I can't wait."

He stood over her watching, rubbing his hand up and down the length of his rigid shaft. His movements quickened, as did his breathing. He stood over her wanking his rigid shaft furiously, his look glazed and distant as he enjoyed the masturbation.

"No please! Put in me, professor, please!"

He used the fingers of his free hand to hold her pussy lips apart just before he tensed and sent jets of his warm sperm splashing into the soft entrance. She groaned loudly both with pleasure and with disappointment. The warm sticky liquid of his sperm exciting her soft inner flesh.

"Bastard!” She snapped at him in anger. He simply smiled back at her and moved his head down towards her throbbing pussy. Slowly and in long cat-like licks, his tongue moved over her hardened clitoris. She gasped at the sudden and powerful sensations that shot through her. Her fists clenched and she bit her bottom lip. The pressure of his tongue increased on her prominent bud with each lick he made. On and on it went, the licking sending her to previously unknown heights.

"Yes, yes oh God! Yes!” Paula urged aloud. Her face was fully flushed, her head and shoulders straining forwards off the table as he pleased her, her pinned arms straining at their bonds. The licking continued for a few moments and then stopped. Then his teeth gently gripped her hard clitoris, bringing a loud cry of delight from the depths of her. His tongue flicked rapidly across the tip of her bud as he held it in the vice-like grip and pulled gently. He was pressing his tongue onto the tip and flicking it alternately.

"Bastard, you lovely bastard!” she moaned. His tongue worked in tandem with his teeth to bring her nearer to her goal. She strained hard at the ropes holding her firm, fighting to move herself closer and harder onto his tongue.

"More, harder!” she urged, pulling hard at her bonds, her face now covered by a fine film of perspiration. “Yes! Yes! Keep going!"

She bucked her hips up to his mouth; her hips clear of the table, thrusting them towards his mouth.

"Yes! Yes!” She cried and screamed loudly as the orgasm ripped through her slim body. Throwing her hips high, she tensed, let out a long, low sigh and began to tremble as the tremors of her pleasure racked her body. She relaxed back onto the table and was still, her breathing heavy and short. She lay exhausted from her exertions. Her chest heaved and a trickle of perspiration ran down from between her breasts. The juices flowed from her sated pussy and her saliva dampened pubic hair.

"Morning professor,” Paula said cheerily as she came into the kitchen and sat down opposite him at the table. She took a slice of his toast from the rack and began spreading butter on it.

"I shall be entertaining shortly,” he announced flatly, watching her face for reaction. “Six people, probably next week."

"Fine, just let me know when and what to get and it's done.” She took another bite of the toast, and he watched her eat, a longing look on his face.

"Not a full meal, just a few nibbles and drinks. Nothing to require lots of cooking or washing up afterwards."

"Bloody sensational what you did last night,” she enthused. “It just gets better and better, the way you brought me off was just heavenly."

"Glad to oblige.” He dipped his head in a mock bow. “It's always a pleasure to please a lady. Especially you. Saturday today, any plans?"

"Yeah, I'm meeting my friend Louise for lunch, a bit of shopping together in Oxford Street and then here in the evening."

"Fine, then tonight you shall have your fourth lesson in psychology."

"Mmmm, can't wait,” she said, and smiled broadly at him as she chewed the toast in her mouth. “Would you mind if Louise came to visit me here sometimes, she has only grotty digs and gets very lonely at times."

"Of course not, why not invite her to dinner one evening. I'd like to meet her."

The professor sat in the big armchair, wearing just a bath towel around his waist, fresh after his shower.

"Pull the coffee table close and sit on the edge of it opposite me. Yes, that's good Paula. Now peel that banana, slowly and sensuously. As sexily as you possibly can."

Paula did as she was told. He watched her, looking up her skirt from time to time and down the front of her blouse, his eyes roaming her, searching.

"Good. Now, keeping the banana whole, I want you to first lick it all over, sexily remember, then slowly put the whole of it in your mouth without ever breaking it."

Paula parted her red painted lips and sensuously ran her tongue around the tip, then up and down the length of the banana.

"Too fast, make it last.” He removed his towel to reveal his semi-rigid cock laying at an angle across his thigh. “Think of it as my cock. Enjoy it, love it, take it into you with pleasure."

Her mouth worked on the banana, licking and feeding the length slowly and sensuously into her soft mouth. His cock stirred and hardened.

"Look at me with wide eyes as you move up and down its length,” he coaxed her, his voice hoarse. As she glanced at him she noticed his cock twitch, the effect on him was startling and she played it to the full. His face flushed as he became very aroused, his cock totally hard and standing firm, the foreskin tight back against the shaft.

She began to unbutton her blouse with her free hand and he watched her in silence. Off came her blouse and bra, sucking and licking constantly, stopping only to aid the removal of her clothes. Soon she sat naked before him, thighs parted, still sucking hungrily on the banana. She watched his reactions throughout, excited by his level of arousal and by his silence. She knew she was taking control. She lay back, resting on her elbow on the heavy coffee table and began feeding the banana slowly into her wet open pussy, her eyes never leaving his.

His faced flushed more as his excitement grew. She in turn became more turned on. Further in the banana went, up inside her, filling her tight pussy. She ran her tongue around her red lips, sighing, urged on by his increasing state of excitement. She was in charge now, she felt good and vibrant as she began working the banana in and out of her pussy for his benefit.

"Oh God I need a cock,” she purred sexily. “I'd like a good cock inside me."

Slowly and sexily she moved the banana out until just the tip remained inside her pussy and then pushed it back slowly inside her to its fullest extent.

"So good it feels,” she moaned softly. “Wouldn't you like this to be your cock? Wouldn't you like to fuck me?"

She noted that he nodded his head slightly, unaware of his action, enthralled as he was with what she was doing. Watching her slim parted thighs lift to ease the passage of the banana into her soft pussy.

"Oh wonderful,” she purred. “Can you just imagine how warm and wet I am inside?” She panted for effect. He was spellbound.

"How nice it would be, holding me, stroking my tight little arse as you are inside me ... can't you just imagine shooting your warm sperm right up inside me.” She was whispering in a little girly voice.

He came instantly. His sperm shooting upwards as his body tensed, jerking several times as he shuddered in the throws of his orgasm. Paula felt a great surge of power as she watched him come. He hadn't even touched his cock, such was the power she could have over him. She ached for her own satisfaction, every part of her cried out for release. The banana broke inside her and she cursed, searching for the lost piece with her fingers until she had extracted it safely.

"That just shows that your pussy is not yet ready for my cock,” he said flatly. “Come here."

He tied her hands roughly together behind her back. Pulled her across his lap and landed a stinging slap with the flat of his hand on her buttocks. Paula squealed in pain. Again the hand landed, spiteful and stinging.

"Bitch, little bitch,” he spat. “I take control, not you, understand?” He hit her again and again, his anger mounting. She could feel his wet sperm on her stomach as she lay across his bare thighs and flaccid cock. Paula screamed, she was crying now, the pain in her buttocks searing through her. The blows continued to shake her slight frame as they landed.

"Teasing little slut, never disobey me!” he spat at her in anger as he hit her again and again. Paula's pain began to turn to a warm glow that spread through her. She began laughing softly, uncontrollably. The blows continued as his anger increased, but she laughed louder, the feelings inside her vulva and hardened clitoris throbbing relentlessly.

The pain now excited her even more as did her disobedience of him. She drank in the new feelings, letting them flow through and over her. Then her body stiffened as she came. Powerful and racking was her orgasm, surging through her as the spanking continued. Her head was muzzy with the height of the excitement. The mixture of pain and pleasure had brought her off. The effect she had had on him was foremost in her mind, thrilling her wildly as the orgasm ended and began to subside. She congratulated herself for having turned the tables on him. She also congratulated herself at having discovered the power she had within her to excite him and almost certainly other men as well.

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The professor hadn't spoken much for most of the following day, certainly not at all at breakfast. Paula's day was uneventful, lectures and study periods filled most of it, she was glad to get back to the flat to study in peace. The professor had left a note, ‘Gone out, back late.’ was all that it said. Paula sorted through the mail on the hall table and walked through into the lounge reading the first of her letters. She stopped suddenly, aware of the figure standing in the centre of the lounge, she gasped in sudden surprise.

"Come here Paula.” The professor ordered curtly.

"But I thought you were out!"

"Come here I said!” He almost shouted the words.

Paula reluctantly put down her bag and letters and went to him.

"Face the patio doors!” he snapped.

Paula sighed in silent annoyance and turned, displaying her impatience.

"I've already told you that I won't tolerate you wearing jeans.” His voice was firm and with a hint of anger.

"But I've just this minute walked in the door,” Paula answered sarcastically. The professor grabbed her roughly by the hair, pulling her head back sharply close to his face.

"Don't argue with me bitch!” he said slowly and deliberately. Paula shuddered at this new and menacing tone that she hadn't seen in him before.

"But this is unfair!"

She was unable to finish the sentence, in one swift and unexpected move the professor kicked at the back of her legs, buckling them and bringing her quickly down onto her knees. The agonising grip on her hair remained as he stood over her, his knees pressing into the back of her neck.