Private Tuition (6 page)

"Very much indeed,” she repeated aloud slowly and deliberately as she posed before the full-length mirror of her wardrobe. She cupped her pert breasts and smiled broadly at her reflection.

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Paula sat on her bed putting on and smoothing the black hold-up stockings onto her slim, shapely legs, pulling the tops up almost to her crotch. She stood and in the wardrobe mirror, admired the effect of them against the tight, white panties that she loved so much to wear. Her black three-quarter cup bra, that pushed and lifted her breasts into a firm swelling cleavage, completed her underwear for this evening. Together with the auburn of her hair, they made her look stunning. The skimpy black maid's dress that she slipped into next fitted her like a glove—following the contours of her slim waist, it emphasised her bust and hips. The hem ended a little below the tops of her stockings, giving full view of her slim legs and if she moved off the upright ... well, perfect, simply perfect.

The dress buttoned up to just above her bra, and left her cleavage easily visible. The soft rounded orbs looked sweet and inviting, just the effect she wanted. The small white apron tied around her narrow waist and the white headband on her auburn hair completed the outfit. She wasn't content until the high-heeled shoes, red lipstick and nail-varnish were also on, then she posed again in the mirror for her final assessment. She felt aroused as she turned and twirled for the mirror, and imagined the effect it would have on the professor and his guests, an electric sensation burst through her at that thought.

The professor's reaction to her outfit as she entered the kitchen was muted. “Acceptable,” was all that he said. His look of pleasant surprise and his hungry gaze however, said otherwise, as did the very frequent looks her gave as they prepared the sandwiches together.

The sound of the doorbell took the professor away to greet his guests. Paula added the final garnishes to the sandwiches, poured the drink into the glasses on the tray and carried the drinks into the lounge.

She was greeted by a chorus of gasped and shouted approval, also a short round of applause from the six guests that were seated around the large coffee table in the centre of the room. All were middle-aged men, dressed in dinner jackets, as was the professor. Paula glowed in the attention that she received. Smiling broadly and walking confidently, she arrived in the centre of the group. Bending and stooping she offered each of them in turn a drink, very conscious of the attention being given to her cleavage and her pert bottom as she moved amongst them. Seated as they were, the hem of her short dress was roughly at their eye level when she bent, then there could be no restriction to them seeing her tight, pert bottom. The atmosphere was sexually charged, as was her body. It throbbed with the fantastic sensations that she felt flowing through her, exciting her vulva and nipples, hardening her clitoris and thrilling her completely. At each and every move she made, the men's eyes took full advantage and roamed over her cleavage, legs and bottom.

"The food please Paula,” the professor said as she gave the last drink. Paula turned and walked back to the kitchen. She heard some of the muffled comments as she walked; “did you see those legs?” “I saw her panties, lovely arse, great tits!” and, “I'd like to give her one!"

Paula thrilled at hearing these from the men. She burst though the kitchen door, rested her hands on the work top and pressed her mons hard against the door handle of the fridge. She breathed a long sigh, it had taken her breath, the ultimate in sensations, the sheer pleasure of six men all wanting her and lusting after her. She stood trembling slightly as she bathed in the wonderful feelings pulsing through her, the heady excitement of peak arousal. She was very wet and so very aroused, she loved the attention, the naughtiness of the situation, it was a high for her, she wanted it to go on forever, she wanted more much more.

She again pressed her mons against the handle and, steadying herself, picked up two plates of sandwiches and returned to the lounge.

The television was on and until she had entered, the men's attention had been on the pornographic video that was being shown. Erotic sounds of grunting and groaning ecstasy filled the room as the heaving bodies on the screen writhed together.

"Wonder if she likes it like that,” was the comment from one man as she approached the group. Paula placed one plate on the table and all eyes followed her graceful body as she walked between them to the man that had made the comment. Bending close to him to offer him a sandwich she said sexily “you never know I just might!” Loud laughter and more comments filled the room as she returned to the kitchen. Again the sexual charge she had felt had been incredible. She had noticed several of the men had bulges in their trousers, and that pleased her all the more. She knew her face was flushed with excitement, but she didn't care, it was her body they were interested in. With trembling hands she undid two more buttons of her dress, opening it down just below her bra. A jolt of pleasure shot through her ending in her vulva. Her cleavage revealed more than before, she took two more plates and returned to the coffee table in the middle of the group.

All eyes had noticed her cleavage as she had approached them. “Look at the size of his cock!” one of them gasped in amazement, watching the screen and pointing to the point of interest.

"Perhaps she'd like one like that,” commented another. Paula placed the plate on the table and stood upright, “what just the one?” she replied in a disappointed tone with facial expression to match. She turned and returned to the kitchen to the laughter and lewd comments that followed her remark.

The professor was at her side almost instantly. His mood was foul and his tone scolding.

"What the hell do you think you are playing at? I won't have you taking over the evening simply for your own entertainment!"

"But they like me,” Paula answered sweetly.

"I don't care what they like, you are here to serve drinks and food and nothing else, understand?"

"Very well,” Paula answered nicely and, picking up two more plates, went to return to the group. He grabbed her arm roughly and clipped a dog-lead onto the front ring of her collar then dragged her forcefully into the lounge to stand before the group.

"My maid has an apology to make for her disobedience this evening,” the professor announced loudly. “Kneel bitch!"

Paula didn't move, but by pulling the lead sharply downwards and pressing on her shoulders, the professor forced her to her knees.

"As you gentlemen see I'm having a little difficulty in educating this one.” He said.

"Let me deal with her!” a voice cried out. “I'll soon teach her."

"Now, apologise to my guests,” the professor said, pulling hard on the lead.

"No, I won't!” Paula struggled to say as the pressure increased on her throat. Without hesitation the professor dragged her forcefully on her knees across the carpet to the coffee table and dragged her facedown on the hard surface. Plates and glasses crashed and spilled to the floor as she was pulled across the table to kneel in the centre of the group face down on the coffee table. A short silence followed.

"Apologise, bitch!"

"Bastard!” Paula spat out venomously. A hand moved inside her panties, two fingers slipping into her pussy and the thumb forcing into her tight anus. Paula screamed at the double intrusion into her body.

The professor grinned as he pulled the lead tightly, pinning her to the table.

"My guests are not quite so patient or as gentle as I am."

"She's really wet. The little slut likes it,” the man enthused as his fingers and thumb searched her inner depths. Paula could see the interest from the other men, all now on the edge of their seats, close to her.

"Let me fuck her!” the man said to the professor.

"Sorry, but she isn't ready yet. Still more training required.” The pain of his rough fingers inside her burned as he moved them around, Paula winced as he felt inside her. His actions were cruel and painful, and she weakened.

"Okay, okay I'm sorry, sorry!” she blurted out and cursed herself for having given in. She was released and ran to her room sobbing.

"Look Paula can't we call a truce?” the professor asked, entering her room after the last guest had left.

"Fine by me,” she answered lightly, secretly hoping that she would at last be able to satisfy her aching need. She wasn't finished yet but she'd let him think that for now.

"Back to normal?” he asked hesitantly.

"Normal psychology,” Paula said, smiling broadly.

"Good, then strip off now and join me in my bedroom as soon as you have,” he commanded in his best velvety tone.

"Yes sir!” Paula enthused as the professor walked out.

As she entered the bedroom the professor indicated that she should lie on his bed, she settled herself on the huge double bed, lying on her back. He sat next to her, his hand roaming gently over her breasts and then down to stroke lightly over her mons. Paula moaned softly at his caressing. The professor took her hand and began tying the soft cord around it, securing the other end above her head to the bedpost.

"Mmmm, oh good,” Paula moaned, wriggling her hips in anticipation. He secured her other hand above her head, then stood and undressed, he was fully erect, his cock hard and ready. Two more lengths of cord secured her parted legs to the base of the bed and she lay spread-eagled, tied securely and unable to move. He pushed two pillows under her buttocks, lifting her hips high and presenting her mons fully, the swollen lips of her excited labia open and hungrily awaiting attention.

For the first time he touched her pussy—his hand ran over her mons and he stroked her expectant pussy lips, his hand brushing her hardened clitoris. Paula gasped and moaned at the contact. His hand withdrew and she heard the buzzing of the vibrator as he switched it on.

"Oh! No, I don't think that will do anything for me, lick me instead please,” was Paula's reaction. He moved the buzzing vibrator over her mons, close to, but not touching her clitoris.

"Did you enjoy all the attention you received tonight?” the professor asked as he moved the vibrator around her mons. Every so often he would allow it to touch, bringing gasps from Paula as she began to enjoy the throbbing sensations that the vibrator produced.

"Mmmm wonderful, so very horny,” she moaned.

"And did you like the thought of all those stiff cocks, my little bitch?” he coaxed in his soft, velvety tone. The vibrator moved up and down her labia, teasing and thrilling her.

"Oh yes! The thought of them hard for me gave me a tremendous thrill,” she moaned, drinking in the increasingly pleasant feelings of the vibrations.

"And would my little slut have let any of them fuck her?” His voice cracked slightly as he spoke softly to her. The vibrator was nudging at the inner folds to her entrance, probing and exciting her.

"Oh yes! Any of them, all of them, I needed a cock in me, please fuck me."

"What a dirty little slut you are. What are you?” He continued to coax. The vibrator moved away and the buzzing stopped. Paula awaited his hungry tongue on her aching clitoris.

"I'm a dirty little slut, a slut that needs cock. Please professor, please don't make me wait."

"Again, tell me again what you are.” The excitement in his voice was at a high pitch.

"A slut, I'm a slut that needs a cock."

"Whose cock?"

"Yours!"

"Whose?” his voice raised slightly to guide her.

"Any, any cock will do me!"

The tone of his voice change slightly. “That's what I thought, and that is why tonight you will have what you want. This is for you my sweet little slut.” He spoke softly as he held up a big black latex dildo that he had taken from the wardrobe. Twice the size of any normal man, it looked awesome.

"Oh no! Not that, it's too big, I meant a real one, yours, give me yours please, not that!"

"Relax and enjoy my little bitch,” he cooed, rubbing lubricating jelly all over the huge phallus. “Delights for you tonight that you have never before known."

"Enough professor, let me go please!” she pleaded. “I can't, I just can't!” Her protests were cut short as the huge bulbous head brushed against her open pussy. It began pressing into her inner folds. She whimpered, her body tensing.

"You need to relax my little whore,” he coaxed as he sat by her side. In the huge girth nudged, in and in. She drew breath and whimpered again as the end of the huge cock-like phallus entered her slowly.

"It hurts, don't please!"

Slowly inch-by-inch he fed the slippery dildo into her open pussy. Paula pleaded again that it hurt her but it made no difference. She began to relax a little as her internal muscles expanded to accommodate the huge cock. In and in it moved slowly edging ever up her until the whole of the length was inside her.

"How does that feel greedy bitch. Like it?” he asked holding the dildo still inside her stretched pussy.

"Oh God! It hurts! Take it out please!” she screamed. She was crying now, but her initial fear was overcome, she accepted the inevitable that was to come.

"Tell me more about how you felt tonight,” he said, looking down at her face. Slowly he began to withdraw the huge dildo.

"Good, very good. They wanted me, they all did. They would all have liked to put their cocks in me.” She moaned as the long cock inside her continued on its slow journey, and gasped as the bulbous end hesitated just inside the entrance of her wet pussy. Then it slowly began moving back up inside her again.

"Their cocks were hard. I enjoyed them wanting me,” she continued, telling him her true feelings.

The cock filled her completely and began withdrawing, slightly faster now.

"Is that good bitch, does it feel like one of those cocks tonight might have?” Back up again the cock moved faster still now.

"It's too big professor please, I didn't think I could take it but it's still too big,” she pleaded.

The small movement that she was able to make with her hips began to take up the rhythm of the thrusting cock inside her. Faster it moved, in and out, thrusting increasingly harder and faster, his thumb crushing against her clitoris with each inward thrust of the big cock-like phallus.