by Jay Merson
He groaned loudly and came in her mouth. His sperm shooting in warm jets into the back of her throat. The effect on her was instant, she felt the familiar build begin to wash over her. Her thrusting hips forced back harder against the pounding cock-shaped dildo inside her, taking as much of it as she could inside. Her clitoris throbbed and tingled as she built to her peak. She cried out as it reached her, his cock still in her mouth, his sperm spilling out from around her lips. She shuddered and tensed as the powerful feelings sped through her, racking her body with light spasms.
Paula was aware of the professor sitting on the bed watching her. She didn't remember him releasing her as she lay looking up at him. It must have been a long time that she had lain there because he was hard again, his stiff cock poking up from the thatch of coarse hair in his lap.
Paula sat up and taking him gently by the shoulders, guided him to lie down on his back. Her pussy felt a little sore, but still expanded, she mounted him, hovering over his erect cock. Slowly she descended on him, feeding his cock into her wet pussy. Feeling him up inside her for the first time.
"Your obedient servant,” she panted as she moved on him, behind her back she had her fingers crossed as she spoke.
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CHAPTER SIX
"Paula, I'd like to speak with Louise alone if you don't mind,” the professor said as the dinner was finished.
"Fine, I'll wash up then,” Paula replied lightly and began clearing the table. “I'll be in the kitchen until you call me."
The professor moved to his favourite spot on the settee. Louise followed heading for the armchair opposite him.
"Stand,” he snapped pointing to the floor in front of him, then his tone softened to a request. “Please stand, your legs are to be looked at and admired."
Louise smiled thinking to herself that all Paula had said about him was true.
"Okay,” she said sexily, placing one hand on her hip and posing for him. She felt good, sexy and liked the attention his eyes were giving to her body. He didn't try to disguise that face as he took in her long legs and slender thighs, the neat hips and waist that opened out to the swell of her ample breasts.
"I'll come straight to the point, Louise. You are a friend of Paula's, your accommodation is unsuitable and I have a room free. Your reasons for coming here tonight were not just visiting your friend were they?"
"Why yes they were actually,” she lied, not wanting to drop her friend in the mire or to show just how much contact there was between the two friends.
"Let me put it to you another way then,” the professor said in an irritated tone. “I have a spare room here that you can have but not if you continue to lie to me."
"Okay, yes I do want the room and yes Paula asked you to invite me so that we could bring the subject up over dinner."
"That's better, I won't be lied to, remember that,” he said firmly. “How tall are you?"
"Nearly six feet."
"So tall and slim, with a thick mane of long blonde hair, you must have men running after you.” He sat back deeper into the settee, his eyes moving constantly up her long legs and to her breasts.
"Chance would be a fine thing, most are scared to approach me. I probably get less men than an unattractive woman.” She assumed a bewildered expression to add emphasis to her statement.
"How much has Paula told you about our arrangements here?"
"That she likes it very much. I know that you pay her and give her a clothes allowance, she does housework and you help her with her studies."
The professor surveyed her silently for a moment.
"Tell me about yourself."
"Well, I'm twenty, studying psychology, same as Paula."
"How many times have you been fucked?"
"What?” Louise was thrown by the sudden change of questioning.
"You heard me!” he snapped.
"Loads of times, I like sex, can't get enough."
"I'm sorry Louise but it would be a mistake to let you move in here,” the professor said firmly and began to stand.
"Sorry, sorry,” Louise said hurriedly. “It's difficult. I told Paula more times than I actually have, I exaggerated it to her."
"How many times?” the professor asked, standing and walking close to her.
"Not very many, about ten in all.” She looked down at the floor.
"One man?"
"Two. But only once with one of them."
The professor walked around behind her and stood almost touching her. She felt vulnerable and guilty, awaiting his reaction.
"Cock sucking?"
"Twice,” she said softly, ashamed of her inexperience. He was close to her now. She could feel his hardness pressing lightly against the cheek of her buttock. A surge sexual anticipation shot through her.
"Pussy licking?” He was pressing harder against her. His hands rested on her hips and he pulled her onto him. Louise shuddered, unsure whether to respond or just wait. She decided to do nothing and shook her head in response to his question.
"Have you ever been tied up, sexy Louise?” His warm breath in her ear made her shudder involuntarily, her pussy ached, the suspense was electrifying.
"No.” Her voice cracked and she cleared her throat. “No,” she repeated, more loudly this time. His full hardness was burning into her buttocks through their clothes. Her nipples hardened and she drank in the sexual charge that washed over her as he pulled her onto him.
"How do you feel about those things Louise?” he asked quietly in her ear, his voice thick with arousal.
"I don't really know, I've haven't tried, so I can't really say,” she replied honestly.
The professor released her, she gasped softly as the pleasurable feelings were taken from her. They were powerful and exciting feelings whose full effect on her she hadn't realised until he had moved away.
"Do the thoughts excite you Louise?” It was almost a whisper as he brought his mouth close to her ear. His hand ran through the thick blonde hair, stroking and twisting gently, caressing lovingly and admiring it.
"Yes.” Her voice was low and her throat dry.
His hand ran down her back to rest on the swell of her buttocks. Louise felt a terrific jolt of pleasure in her vulva. She felt like a naughty schoolgirl standing tamely before the headmaster. His hand moved over her buttocks, feeling and caressing, his fingers probing her shape beneath her clothes. Exploring the rounded firm buttocks and the way they dropped away towards her legs. He fondled her silently and she was happy to let him.
"I require total obedience, Louise,” he said, moving round to stand close in front of her and looking down the opening of her blouse.
"Yes, of course,” she answered meekly.
"How do I know that you are truthful in all that you have told me?"
"But I am,” she said quickly.
"How do I know you are serious, Louise?"
She pondered a moment then moved a hand forward to grip his hardness through his trousers. He moaned at the contact, his face flushed. She gripped him harder and saw his eyes half close in pleasure. She smiled and parted her lips sexily, looking straight into his face. Her pussy throbbed with the excitement.
A few moments passed before he cleared his throat to be able to speak.
"The table,” he said simply, indicating the dining table. Louise released him and moved towards it.
"Place you hands on it and bend over.” His voice was cracking with his mounting excitement.
Louise placed her hands firmly on the table, and she trembled slightly with excitement. She bent over and adopted a wide-legged stance, her backside prominent and her short skirt riding up to reveal a hint of her pale blue panties beneath. Her heart beat fast, the veins in her throat pulsing with excitement and anticipation.
His hand was there instantly, beneath the skirt and working underneath the elastic side of her skimpy panties, feeling her soft, firm flesh and moaning his appreciation. His fingers moved to stroke her swollen labia.
Louise drew breath as the feelings swept over her, thrilling and delighting her.
His trembling fingers parted her pussy-lips and entered, slipping in easily on her wet juices. She gasped as he pushed into her and he began searching her soft, wet interior. “Mmmm,” she moaned, savouring the feel of his touch and moving her backside slowly from side to side provocatively.
From the gap in the serving hatch to the kitchen, Paula watched the events unfolding, her hand rubbing her swollen clitoris through her panties. Her own body ached to be given the same attention. A pang of jealousy speared her as she recalled how it had taken longer for him to get around to fingering her like that.
The professor withdrew his hand slowly and began licking her juices from his wet finger.
"Turn around!"
Smiling, Louise turned and rested her bottom on the edge of the table, her legs apart. He knelt before her, his hands stroking her long slender thighs, working higher and higher towards her expectant pussy. He lifted her skirt and pulled the material of her panties aside to reveal her soft downy covered pussy, the lips swollen and ready, glistening with her dampness, her breathing fast and heavy.
"Perfect, so perfect,” he whispered.
Louise thrilled at this older man kneeling before her, admiring her, looking at her most secret of places. Far better sexual feelings than she had ever gained from the young boys that she had dated and had groped her. The whole situation was so heavily charged with sexuality, like nothing she had ever known before. She loved it, revelled in it and eagerly awaited his cock inside her.
His free hand was rubbing his erection through his trousers, his face close to her sex, he began to sniff at her pussy, his nose close but not touching, drinking in the clean, musky smell of her freshly powdered pussy.
"I'm a teasing little bitch aren't I?” Louise asked in a low husky voice. “I'm a dirty little bitch for it. I love men wanting to touch me and to feel me."
"Wonderful, simply wonderful!” He buried his nose between the soft open lips of her wet pussy. He shuddered several times as he came in his trousers. His body convulsing as he knelt before her.
Louise gasped at the power of the surge that she felt shoot through her, a flutter of her own orgasm teasing at her clitoris as his nose inside her pressed hard and further in. His groans and the pressure of his forehead on her hard clitoris brought her off. Filling her with light flutters of pleasure and then powerful jerking convulsions that forced appreciative gasps from her open lips, racking her slim frame and bringing her orgasm to its peak.
So involved in their own pleasure were they that neither of them heard the loud gasp of satisfaction that came from the kitchen.
* * * *
Both girls sat in sun chairs on the balcony taking the unusually warm sun.
"Where is he today then?” Louise asked, and raised a long leg to rest on the rail of the balcony, aware of the glance that Paula gave to her long thighs as she did so.
"Don't know, well Buckinghamshire actually. He never says more than that, just leaves a note and is gone for the day."
"What does he go there for?"
"Search me. How did it go last night?"
"His talk you mean?"
"Talk my arse! If I know him there wasn't much talk, not clean anyway!"
"He didn't fuck me, disappointed I was I can tell you. Fingered me a bit then sniffed my pussy."
"Sniffed it?” Paula acted surprised.
"Yes, came off doing it too."
"And you? How did you feel?” Paula asked, again letting her eyes wander to her friend's slender thighs. Louise noticed her interest and shifted in her seat, pulling the bikini bottom tightly across her mons. She delighted in her friend's attention.
"Bloody horny I can tell you! I came myself, but I'd have preferred to have had him in me."
"He won't, not for a while anyway. Gets his kicks controlling and being in charge."
"Fine by me, he can be in charge of me any day.” Louise groaned lazily and parted her thighs a little more for her friend's benefit.
"How's the room now that you've moved in?” Paula asked, her gaze flicking often to her friends tightly covered mons.
"Brilliant.” Louise closed her eyes and lay back. “Good set-up here, far removed from the flea-pit I just moved out of and I can't wait to go shopping."
"We'll go together then, there are still some things I need. It's great not to have to worry about the cost."
"I talked dirty to him whilst he was sniffing me."
"You dirty little cock sucker!” Paula said in mock disgust, and they both giggled at her joke.
"He liked that. Did I tell you he came in his trousers?” Louise asked casually.
"Really!"
"You were watching weren't you Paula?” Louise opened her eyes and looked at her friend for a reaction.
"Perhaps for some of it."
"You slut!” They both giggled again and Louise stretched out lazily on the sun chair and closed her eyes.
Paula sat silently covering Louise's long legs with her gaze. The way the finely honed muscles led up to her crotch, the bikini bottom pulling into the shape of her labia. The delights that lay beneath excited her, she had never felt this way before, her friend's body had only ever been her focus of envy, never lust.
"Do you think my thighs are too thick?” Louise asked suddenly, her eyes fully opened and she sat up, aware of her friend's interest in her body.
Paula flushed scarlet at being caught out. “Of course not,” she blurted, and stood to cover her embarrassment. “I'm going to lie down.” She turned abruptly and walked into the lounge, silently cursing herself for being discovered.
Louise sat as she had been, smiling broadly. Her hand moved down over her stomach to cup and grip her mons. She pressed hard on her clitoris and thought what a wonderful arrangement living here could turn out to be.
* * * *
"This is for you Louise,” the professor said, handing the collar to her. “The same as Paula's. You will wear it at all times in the flat."
Louise took the collar and placed it around her neck. Paula buckled it for her at the back and both girls stood before the professor as he sat on the settee.
"Your training and education will begin today, Louise. As from today your dress code will change, I require you both to wear just a pair of white panties at all times. If you don't have any, Louise then buy some."
A short silence followed as the girls waited for further instructions.
"Beginning now!” he snapped at them.
They began undressing, dropping their clothes in a pile behind them. The professor took great interest in Louise's body as more and more of it was revealed, gasping loudly as her ample breasts swung free, the long nipples sticking out proudly from the soft rounded orbs.
Soon both stood naked, covered only by the skimpy panties that barely covered their pussies.
"Perfect, like this always.” He looked hungrily at Louise's fine breasts. “I require you also to wear these.” He kicked the bag that lay at his feet over to them.
Louise picked up the bag with great interest, the disappointment she felt showed on her face as she pulled out a bundle of leather strapping and held it up.
"One set each,” the professor stated calmly.
Paula took one half of the bundle and secured the thick leather belt around her slim waist, the cuff straps at the back and the buckle at the front.
"You must be kidding!” Louise said indignantly and threw her belt onto the floor.
The professor sat silently watching her, his look dark and menacing.
"I'll help you, Louise,” Paula said. She picked up the belt.
"I'm not wearing that!"
Paula moved to slip it around Louise's waist. “Don't upset him, just think of the benefits,” she whispered in Louise's ear as she bent close to her.
Louise stood silently thinking, chewing over the possibilities whilst Paula secured the buckle and stood back.
"Her hands
Paula, her hands,” the professor said softly.
Paula gently guided her friend's hands behind her and secured her wrists tightly into the cuff strap sat the back of the belt. Louise co-operated silently and meekly.
"And now, her panties, I want to see her pussy."
Paula knelt behind Louise, her hands on the side straps of her panties and her face pressed against the soft swell of her firm buttocks. Slowly she drew the panties down, leaning back to look at the lovely backside as it was revealed to her. She felt a surge inside her, she actually wanted to touch and to lick, to fondle and caress.
"Quickly now, Paula,” the professor prompted. Jolted back to reality Paula slid the panties down and eased them over her feet, she then stood next to Louise.
The professor stood and, taking Paula by the arm, secured her wrists in a similar manner behind her back. He clipped the lead into the D-ring at the back of her neck and guided her to her knees where he looped the end of the lead around her ankles and tied it off. She knelt silently, unable to move.
"Lot of shit this is!” Louise said.
The professor ignored her remark and clipped a dog lead to the front of her collar. He pulled her savagely down onto the coffee table. Face down and kneeling, he tied the leash tightly to the table leg. Louise was stunned into silence at his show of anger, at the speed and the suddenness with which he had moved. She knelt, trembling and trying to pull at the leash. It wouldn't give. Using her stockings, he cruelly pulled her knees apart, securing each to the leg of the coffee table, spreading her thighs wide. He picked up a pencil lying on the table next to her.
She tensed again as she felt the blunt end of the pencil trace down her back from between her shoulders, down towards her exposed buttocks. As its intended path became clear she groaned loudly. The tip of the pencil followed the crease of her buttocks and came to rest on the tight puckered entrance of her anus.
"Oh god no! Not there please not in there!,” she pleaded.
"Defiant little bitch aren't you!” The professor increased the pressure and the tip of the pencil pressed into the entrance of her tight hole.
"No!” Louise screamed. “I don't like this please no!"