Erotic Teacher

by Skye Reed

  Afterward, we put our precious photos on our table and danced two more songs before we decided to call it a night. We retrieved our coats, and when we stepped outside, it was still snowing. There was six inches or so of snow making everything more than beautiful outside. The valet had swept the snow off the car before bringing it to the protected, porte-cochere.

  I was glad I'd had the foresight to put on the snow tires a few weeks before. The roads weren't plowed, and there was little traffic, so we were mostly driving through unpacked, powdery snow to the Red Lion. On the way, I asked Ginger if she wanted to call Eric one last time to be sure he was still okay with what was about to happen. She told me, "No, if he's not I don't want to know it right now."

  I looked over at her, pleased that she wasn't calling him. I remembered the first time Michelle was with Mike and the angst I went through that night, but stop her? Not in my wildest dreams would I have asked her to stop! I hoped Eric felt the same way I had.

  I dropped Ginger off under the hotel's porte-cochere and parked the car. It was a good thing we had reservations because with the snow storm the hotel parking lot was nearly full. Thankfully, the hotel had been shoveling their walks pretty continuously. I checked in, we received our keys and walked to the elevator and down the hall to our room.

  When we arrived, I was nearly breathless with wanting Ginger. I stood in awe for a moment, watching Ginger undo the clasp in her beautiful hair letting it fall around her shoulders. We stepped together, our lips meeting, my shaking hands caressing her face as we kissed. We'd kissed before, even at the dance a little earlier, but never like this. Now we were alone, and I could show her how I truly felt about her. I caressed her face with my fingers with her soft lips on mine, letting my repressed emotions from the past several months drain through me into that kiss. I knew from her response that she was feeling the same emotions as I was.

  I backed away slightly, looking into her beautiful green eyes, and slipped the straps off her shoulders, letting her silk dress fall away from her beautiful body, leaving her totally naked in front of me. The words haven't yet been invented to express how badly I wanted this woman standing in front of me. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and gently sucked, eliciting a slow and steady moan from Ginger's mouth.

  I released her nipple and resumed our kiss, caressing her lips with mine. My emotions and lust from the long evening and months of waiting for this moment were coming full force as my hands roamed her body.

  Ginger lay down on the bed, her red hair fanned out around her face, and I began removing my clothing, reveling in the expression on her face as I removed my suit jacket, tie, shirt, then slacks and finally my boxers to the floor. I climbed onto the bed, and we kissed once again. I wanted to make love with this woman. But even more, I wanted to simply love her. This was different than anything I'd ever experienced before; this feeling of love that engulfed me as we both explored each other's naked bodies with our hands and mouths.

  These emotions are what I'd feared and longed for the last several months. It was why I had been so reluctant to do what we were now doing. I knew I was in love with her, and this could only be a beginning.

  Ginger rolled onto her back, pulling me with her. Then she looked into my eyes and said, "Please, make love to me."

  I watched her beautiful face as my cock found her entrance, and I was slowly engulfed in her warmth. Ginger wrapped her legs around my hips, and her face was grimaced with her lips forming that 'O' that I'd seen so many times on Michelle's face.

  When I was fully impaled inside her, I leaned down and kissed her lips once again, feeling them open to me and her tongue feeling mine. We stayed like that for what seemed an eternity of bliss before I withdrew and slowly began making love to her. Ginger's hips were keeping time with my thrusts, each time going deeper inside her. We became more frantic, unable to maintain the kiss as our orgasms neared.

  I hadn't been with a woman since Michelle left fourteen days ago, and the warmth and love I was feeling with Ginger was overwhelming. When I finally came, I could feel how big and hard my cock was so deep inside her and my orgasm was overwhelming! When I had finally finished spurting my life inside Ginger, I still felt her spasming around me. Her body was shuddering, her eyes tightly shut and her hips pushed up off the bed. I wished I had a camera at that moment to record the ecstasy on her face.

  Ginger finally relaxed and released her grip on my cock. I had softened a little, but not enough to withdraw from her. We rolled onto our sides and held each other, our cheeks together. As we lay there, feeling each other's breath, I thought about Michelle's video and realized this is how it is between her and Shaun.

  I tried to remember what it had been like the first time with Michelle. Our first time was so long ago, and that feeling can't ever be recreated. That was the only other 'first time' with a woman I knew I truly loved. In the last couple years, there'd been other first times, sometimes incredible. But nothing like this, even that first time with Jacqui I was nervous and unsure of myself. That was sex, and it had been incredible, but it wasn't like this had been with Ginger.

  As I lay there, my arms around Ginger and my cock still embedded inside her warmth, I wondered, "What now?" I knew that Ginger loved her husband, and I love Michelle with all my heart. Where does that leave Ginger and me? I knew I couldn't simply say this was one night and let her go, but we'd both return to our spouses. Could we do this again? Or I guess my bigger question was, "How could we NOT do this again - and again and again?"

  Ginger and I finally went to sleep, my arms still around her.

  Gagged

  He walked out of the en suite and found her in exactly the position he'd asked, kneeling on the rug in front of the bed waiting for him, naked and ready for the evening. Her eyes followed him from the door, seeing the silhouette of his semi-erect cock pushing through the towel hanging from his hips. He was obviously already excited just thinking about what he was going to do to her. She watched as he went over to the chest in the corner and unlocked it, first to come out was the gag. He deftly removed the ball and put the large ring in instead, she gulped, imagining what this was about to feel like. This was placed on the bed, just out of her sight. He returned to the chest and removed her harness. This was a gorgeous set of leather cuffs, two for her legs, two for her arms and one for her throat, connected by a fine silvery metal link chain. She offered her hands as he approached her with it, he delicately wrapped each wrist in a cuff, caressing her hands as he did so, locking them shut with their fine padlocks. Then, after only locking these two, he walked off again, to her underwear draw. This confused her.

  He rummaged through and produced a pair of mini briefs, with an exclamation of,

  "Perfect,"

  He returned to her, lifting each ankle a few millimetres from her kneeling position and slipping her foot through the panties. He then proceeded to lock the cuffs below the panties, leaving her with a chain running through her legs binding her ankles to her wrists.

  "For later."

  He whispered in her ear before standing and walking around before kneeling level with her. He kissed her as he locked the final cuff as a collar around her alabaster throat. He pulled away, leaving her dark red lips still hungry for his. Finally he reached behind her for the gag, placing the ring in her mouth and then tightening the band around her head, asking if it felt fine and receiving a demure nod in reply. She was ready for him.

  He let the towel drop to the floor, he was ready too. His head was swollen and red, almost looking angry and glistening with excitement. She noticed he was freshly trimmed for her, the hair looking soft from the shower. He placed a hand in her hair and guided her forwards, stopping just with the tip of his cock rested on the ring.

  "Lick it."

  She obediently curled her tongue forwards, flitting it around the head, tasting him for the first time. He moaned appreciatively, she would have smiled if it was possible, she loved hearing him do that. He let her bathe him with her warm,
wet tongue for a few more minutes then, using the hand still gently resting on her head, shifted her down a few centimetres. This dropped his head into her mouth, he could feel each breath wash over it, a cooling feeling contrasting with the tongue underneath. A strand of saliva escaped the ring and started down her chin. He reached down with his free hand and caught it with his finger, wiping it off.

  "Just the start my love."

  She felt him start to bob her head up and down gently, rubbing his cock up and down her tongue. More spit escaped her mouth, it wasn't stopped for this time. He built up a steady rhythm, occasionally going deeper now, touching the back of her tongue with his engorged head. She managed to control her gag reflex for now but tears were starting to form in her eyes regardless of her efforts. He suddenly paused, pulling back and resting his tip on the ring, tilting her head back to look her in eyes.

  "You look beautiful, time to play I think."

  With this he withdrew all the way and returned to the chest, returning to her with a crop sporting strings of metal beads at its tip. He touched them to her shoulder and traced them down her front, lightly flicking at her nipples making her jump. He stroked it around to her back then sharply rapped it down on her buttock, she flinched. He smiled. He continued this pattern of alternately caressing her body and flicking it randomly, hitting all over; her back, shoulders, thighs, feet. Then a change of tone as he approached the split of her legs, he leant in towards her as he did so, placing a hand under her chin and lifting her head towards him as he trickled the beads over her pussy, fluttering them across her clit. She was starting to pant through the open gag, staring into his eyes as he did so. He relentlessly continued, forcing her to breathe harder as she became more excited, her cheeks reddening. The all of a sudden, the crop left her, he dropped it on the bed behind her and knelt down to her, planting a kiss on her cheek as two fingers found her wet excitement.

  "I think we'd better slow this down."

  He whispered in her ear followed by kissing down her neck, biting her on the mound of her collarbone and then his lips continuing down the mound of her breast, sucking and nibbling on the nipple, tugging at it gently. He got the moan he was looking for and stood up. He brought his hand to his mouth and sucked on his middle finger, tasting her tart fluid. Reaching down he placed his forefinger on her tongue, forcing her to do the same. She lapped at his finger.

  "Good girl."

  He stroked her cheek affectionately and then shifted his hand to her hair, drawing her mouth onto his cock once again. She noticed he was being rougher this time, forcing it in faster and harder, stopping just short of her throat.

  She felt a stinging pain on her back. He'd picked up the crop again! It flicked again, this time landing on butt, she jerked forward, inadvertently pushing herself further down on his thrusting cock.

  "Someone's keen,"

  He chuckled as he felt himself hit the back of her mouth for the first time that evening. She quickly sat back on her haunches. No matter, he'd be going there again soon. He continued to flick her with the whip-like end of the crop, loving the reactions as she jumped at each contact, not knowing where or when it would fall next being only able to see his stomach. When he thought he'd toyed with her enough he dropped the crop again, placing his now free hand one her head too. She looked up at him wide-eyed as his grip tightened slightly, strings of saliva dripping from his cock and her chin.

  "Time to go a little deeper I think."

  With that he started slowly feeding his cock further into her throat, feeling the tightness and pausing there before drawing back. He waited as she sucked in a breath and then rammed himself back down, no hesitating this time, he continued in and out, breaking every few seconds to allow her to cough out spit and gasp for air. She had now lost control of herself, gagging with every stroke as he slammed into the back of her mouth, her chest was slick with spit that she couldn't keep in. He was totally in command of this facefucking. She felt him push harder, his cock forcing its way into her tight throat as he buried his hands in her hair, there were tears streaming down her face now too. Her muscles spasmed around his head as it went deeper, obscene choking sounds resulting from this brutal treatment. He finally gave her a break.

  As she sat there, covered in the mess of the sex, he again knelt to her, this time kissing her on her upper lip, his hand tenderly laid on her cheek.

  "Well done, you're doing such a good job for me. Shall we see how long you can manage?"

  She nodded, trying to gather herself for what was coming. He stood and entwined his fingers in her hair once more, resting himself on the ring holding her lips wide. She nodded again, ready as she thought she could be. He firmly thrust as far as he could and then some, pulling her head forward slightly allow it. He started the count when his balls tapped the ring,

  "One."

  At four he felt her throat start convulsing around him, the feeling indescribable. He managed to continue counting, somehow.

  "Five."

  She got it under control but then it slipped again moments later, by nine she was bucking as her body tried to get rid of what was shoved deep insider her.

  "Eleven."

  As he said it she finally gave in and slapped the inside of his thigh with her cuffed hands. He instantly withdrew and she choked up a mess of saliva, probably with a good deal of his precum he thought, all over herself, her chest heaving as she gulped down air.

  "Impressive, that's a lot longer, and deeper, than last time."

  She tried to smile at him, proud of what she'd managed but the gag wouldn't allow it. He reached down and untied the gag, letting it fall from her mouth. After giving her a moment to stretch her stiff jaw muscles he bent down to her, pulling her head up to meet his. His lips met hers, messy as they were and his tongue went into her mouth, a passionate acknowledgement of what she'd done for him. He ended the kiss and met her eyes,

  "I got something for you."

  He pulled a small pink bullet out from under the pillow, wet it between his lips and then gently moved it around her clit. She continued looking at him, silently begging him to turn it on. He didn't. He reached behind her and pulled up the panties he'd left around her ankles, probably farther than she normally would. His hand reached in and nestled the still bullet between the front of her lips, right on top of her clit. With this held by her panties he grabbed a pillow and put it between her legs, it was high enough that she could rest her weight on it, allowing her to grind the vibrator against herself.

  "You have to make me cum before you do. You're not allowed to stop grinding the pillow either"

  He said as he stood and levelled his cock with her mouth again. Easy, she thought, the vibrator wasn't on and with the gag off she could now suck him properly even if she still couldn't use her hands. He didn't stand a chance.

  She went to work immediately on his cock, it was still dripping with thick spit from her throat so it slid in easily. She bobbed her head fast, only taking the head as far as the back of her tongue and then back again, her tongue constantly swirling around it as she kept a tight suction with her lips. This never failed to get him there quickly. She was aware of the hard nub of the bullet tickling her clit but it wasn't going anywhere fast. Her reaction to the vibrator turning on was spectacular, her hips shot off of the pillow and she looked up at him. He grinned down at her, the remote for the bullet in his hand. She should have seen that coming. Her efforts on him increased as she realised that actually this would be a contest, the vibe was right over her clit, just where she liked it and buzzing very strongly. She raced towards finishing them both, humping the pillow in time with moving her lips up and down his shaft.

  In the end the view of her doing this combined with the amazing sensations she was giving his cock were too much for him. She felt it coming as his cock twitched in her mouth, she knew exactly what that meant. A second later the first spurt hit her tongue, his stomach spasmed in ecstasy as more of his cum sprayed into her eagerly sucking mouth. She tried to
swallow it all but there was too much, he had obviously really enjoyed this. Some started leaking from the corners of her mouth, joining the other results of their evening dripping down her beautiful body. He finally stopped orgasming, opening his eyes as he came down from the high. She released his cock from her lips as he did, knowing how sensitive it would be right now. He slumped down beside her, utterly spent, flicking off the vibrator as he did so. She looked at him indignantly. He met her annoyed gaze and grinned.

  "Patience, we'll get you there eventually. I'm impressed you managed to win that fast, I didn't see that coming."

  She rested her head on his chest, he laid a hand on her chest, the other stroking through her hair.

  "I think we should get in the shower, clean you up a bit."

  She looked down at herself; this had been a messy evening.

  "Yeah, probably a good idea. Do you mind unlocking me then?"

  He laughed, it had completely slipped his mind. He grabbed the key from the other side of the room and quickly undid her restraints before proffering a hand to help her up. She let him support her for a moment as she regained feeling in her stiff legs. Still holding her hand he led her to the shower.