1 comments/ 30852 views/ 1 favorites Motivational Learning By: MsVixen416 Rita waited for Dr. Alta to be alone. She loved his class in education psychology, and looked forward to each class with unmasked excitement. Thanksgiving was next week, and soon the semester would be over. She had to make a move or regret it. He was just so HOT!!! Even while he lectured, her eyes could help drift south to the bulge in his jeans or slacks. It was always there and had a hard time not thinking about it. Rita was doing ok in the class, but she figured a little private tutoring couldn't hurt. She dressed in her favorite V-neck red sweater, a flirty miniskirt, and nice boots. She pushed in a breath mint and knocked. "Yes? Come in." Dr Alta called from within his office. Rita took a deep breath and pushed the door open. "Hello Rita! How nice of you to come see me here. What's on your mind, dear?" He stood as she entered, then resumed his seat behind his oak desk. "Uh, well, I just wondered if there was anything I could do to improve my grade?" She answered. "There's always room for improvement, hmmm?" He smiled and showed her to a chair opposite his desk. As she sat, her skirt slid up to reveal her shapely, muscular thighs and Dr. Alta couldn't help but notice. He was a well groomed, rugged looking man of 34, single, and well built. He had recently begun to raise a beard, and the stubble seemed to suit him. "How can I help you, Rita? He asked. "I'm not sure, Dr. Alta. I read the material, and it seems like I get it, until exam time. Then suddenly, it all disappears from my brain." "So, perhaps I should test you orally? How would you feel about that?" "Well, it's worth a try, I think. I am really interested, and I really want to understand the concepts, Sir." He walked around to the front of his desk and leaned back against it. "Yes, Rita, I know what you mean. I'm that way with numbers! Just can't make them work for me." "Oh I don't believe that!" She was so animated and passionate in her speech. Her hands and face were open and emotive. He smiled tenderly at her passion. "No, it's true, Rita. I know you can do this stuff. So yes, here, write out your schedule, and put your email and phone number on there, too, and we'll see what might be good times for us to get together. I have some ideas of what might help you." He paused to allow her time to write out her schedule. She finished, added her email address and phone number for convenience and handed it to him. "Do you have a bit of time now?" He asked. "Yes, it's only 10:30, right? I don't have class until 1 at Foster Hall." "Great! Now, come over here, Rita, and we will do an exercise just to get in the right mentality. Good girl. Now, I want you to stand as close to me as you are comfortable, no touching!" He laughed. "Excellent! Now, I will take one step forward with my left foot, and you will take one step back with your right to MIRROR my movement. Yes, very good. Now bring the other foot to it as I step forward with my right foot. Yes! Now, I will slowly lift my left arm and you will MIRROR with your right. Yes, excellent! Now I will be silent but continue to move. Please MIRROR my movements." He slowly turned to his right then back center. He placed his hands on his thighs and slowly slid them up his sides. She mirrored him well. He put his hands on his hips. She did the same. "You are beautiful," he said softly. "You are beautiful," she echoed. He looked deeply into her eyes. She felt naked standing so close, like he could see into her very soul. He slowly removed his sweater, his eyes locked on hers. She followed his lead and slowly lifted her sweater over her head. He eyes never left hers. Slowly and deliberately, he lifted his T-shirt over his head. She slowly and deliberately removed her bra. His eyes never left hers, but each could feel the heat from the other as they stood inches from one another. They stood there for several minutes before he spoke. "Rita, what motivated you to come here today? I want you to be completely honest, please." She hesitated, then dropped her eyes, and replied, "I am not happy with my grade." He lifted her face and regained her eyes. "Rita, that may well be, but why did you come here today. Do not provoke me." Blushing, she quietly murmured, "I can't get my mind off of you. Even in my other classes, I imagine you speaking. I dream often of you." "And what happens in these dreams, Rita?" "Um, not much, really. I just ... " "Rita! Look at me! If you cannot be honest, then please go now." His tone was calm and measured. Slowly, her head lifted again, and her eyes met his. He was not smiling, but she gained strength from the depth of his eyes. "I dream of, um, what your, uhhh, your penis might be like. I dream of what you might taste like and how much you might enjoy my mouth." Even as she spoke her nipples puckered and stiffened even more, and the scent of her arousal reached his senses. "Very good, Rita! Excellent! Thank you for your honesty." He turned and sat on the front of his desk. "Please sit. Now, let's talk a little bit about motivation. What motivates people to learn, Rita?" "Are you serious? Um, love." "Yes, love is an excellent motivator, perhaps the most powerful. What else?" "Freedom?" "Good girl. Anything else you can think of that motivates people to learn?" "Power?" "Excellent! You see? You know more than you think. One more?" "Um, oh yeah, fun?" "Exactly! Fun! Now, of these four, which do you think drew you here today or is it a combination?" "Ah, yes, I think maybe a little of the power but also fun?" "Wonderful! Now, explain to me how power motivated you in this respect? Your nipples are very appealing, dear, by the way." She was very aware of her body's response to what was happening between them. Her body ached to be touched and, in turn, she ached to touch him. "Let me think. I guess it's because you have the power over my grade in this class, and I wanted to influence your decision? Is that right?" "Oh, my girl, I think it's much deeper than that, but yes, that is not incorrect. Stand up. Now come and stand here." He scooted onto the desk and asked her to stand between his knees, very close to him. "Now, how do you feel about power as a motivator?" "What do you mean?" "Well, Rita, how do you feel at this instant? How are you responding to my power?" She felt his eyes penetrate her soul, and her body began to tremble. She looked down. "I'm not sure what you mean, but I'm responding to something!" "Yes, dear. You have been pulled into my personal power. It's not a hocus pocus kind of thing. But the more I demonstrate my own self-control and certainty, the more you want to come in under my power and let me "control" you and all that concerns you. Does that make sense to you?" "Yes," she lifted her eyes again. "It makes sense, but ... " He laughed softly. "But what, girl? You don't like the idea?" "Actually, I love the idea! I just don't quite, well ... I can't quite, ummm ... " "It doesn't fit too well with today's social culture, does it?" He put his hands on her shoulders and again his eyes searched her body. "I'll be delighted to work with you, girl. Now, is there anything else before we end this session?" He felt her body trembling as his hands slid down her arms, around her back, down over her covered bum. His eyes never left hers as his hands gently cupped her breasts. She squealed softly. His hands continued to caress her breasts lightly. She shivered. "Yes, tell me, Rita. Speak it." He waited patiently for her to yield fully. His hands continued to gently, tenderly stroke her body even as his words and eyes stroked her soul. Her eyes fell to his crotch, to the swell there, and he smiled. "Tell me, girl, what it is you want. You must be honest with yourself." He understood the war within her and waited. Her body trembled and squirmed as his hands roamed and examined her body. Then after several minutes, shyly she whispered, "Do you like me?" "Yes, Rita!" He smiled tenderly. "You are a lovely girl. Shall I show you the evidence you desire?" "Yes, please," she whispered. "Excellent, go ahead, girl, unzip my slacks. Enjoy the affection and attention you wish for." She looked up into his face, and he nodded as her hands tentatively reached for the zipper and slid it down carefully. Her eyes flitted back and forth from his swollen penis to his soft, warm eyes. Her fingers awkwardly fumbled through his boxers until his penis popped up, free from it's sheath. She moaned audibly. "You see, girl? You are pleasing to me. Now, how would you like to demonstrate your devotion? Can you speak it?" Looking up into his eyes, she made her appeal non-verbally. He nodded. "Yes, I understand, but you must speak it. You must yield to your nature. Do you understand?" She looked longingly at his beautiful, hard and perfect penis, her body quivered with yearning. He watched her with compassion and tenderness as she wrestled with her desires. "Do you feel my power, Rita?" "Yes." "And what have you learned about power as a motivator?" "It works!" She stood restlessly so close to him, the skin of their chests almost touched. He chuckled softly. "Whisper what you want, Rita." He turned his ear to her so that her lips almost touched it. "Tell me, girl. Come on. You can do it." His shoulder brushed her nipple and she shivered again. "It would be an honor ... ummm, I know it sounds weird, but ... please, may I ... kiss it?" "Yes, girl, of course! Thank you." Tenderly, even reverently, she knelt keeping her eyes on his, and kissed his penis, sliding the tip of her tongue just between her lips to taste the drop of wetness there. His penis jerked upward in response. "You see, dear girl. Your devotion is received. Now, please remove your thong and place it in my briefcase behind the desk." He slid off of the desk, his penis quite rigid, his slacks gathered at his ankles. "Come into my arms, girl." She stepped into his warm embrace, and their bodies finally touched. Her breasts squished against his powerful and muscular chest as his arms wrapped around her. She felt his heartbeat. Without another word, he lifted her onto his manly muscle. Initially, she melted as he filled her with his strength, but soon her body responded in kind. He lifted her repeatedly up and down on his rod of manhood, and she purred until he whispered instructions to put her passion into her body's response rather than vocalize it. She wiggled and squirmed as if dancing on him. She arched backwards suddenly, his arms releasing her as she bowed in utter and passionate devotion, her body openly displayed for his approval laid out before him. He laughed softly at her skirt lost someplace between her luscious breasts and vibrant filled pussy. At last, once again she pressed against him as she began to quake in final approach. "Yes girl, yes." He felt her tense and shudder as her passion exploded and just as she reached the top, he fired his seed into her, repeatedly gasping her name. He held her close for several minutes more as their bodies pounded together. "Very good, girl! You are delightful!" He carefully withdrew, tweaked her right nipple and sat again on his desk. "You may dress. I'm glad you came today. Now I will expect you everyday at this time, unless you email me otherwise, and we will continue your lessons. And Thanksgiving break will give us even more time, perhaps to spend an entire day or two together. But you have already given me a lovely gift, dear girl. You may be assured that I treasure your devotion and your surrender. Thank you. Oh, in the future, please omit any underwear. In fact, you should toss them all in the trash. You will have no further use for them." He studied her as she once again slid the sweater over her head and her lovely breasts disappeared. "Now, how do you feel, Rita?" "I'm not sure I can put it into words, but I feel wonderful ... incredible ... ALIVE! I will be here tomorrow at 10:30. Thank you, Sir. Thank you for your time and patience with me." "You're welcome, girl. Now get on to class. See you tomorrow." Motivational Learning Ch. 02 Dr Alta lived alone after his messy divorce of a dozen years ago. He saw his 6 children on alternate weekends, though the older ones were off at college now. His home was modest, chosen more for it's rustic location and land than for the actual home. It suited his needs, and offered him quiet and solitude his creative nature required. As he sat sipping his brandy with his newspaper in his hand, he reflected on the school term. It was almost over, and the Christmas holidays were just around the corner. He had already purchased his gifts for his children, gift cards mostly, since he was never good at knowing what they wanted. His reflection stumbled upon Rita ... "Ahhh Rita! What am I going to do with this child? So ripe! So ... eager!" His thoughts whirled around in his head. "Well, I will certainly do my best, but it's almost too easy." He chuckled and ruffled his newspaper. He was decorating a small Christmas tree in his office the following morning when the expected knock was heard. "Enter," he called and Rita entered his office and closed the door. He allowed her to wait a few minutes before he spoke to her. "You may come in and remove your clothes." He took a seat in his huge leather chair, reclined, put his feet up, and laced his fingers behind his head. He studied her as she bulked. "Do you not understand my instruction, girl?" He spoke in a low, gentle voice. "Um, yes, Sir. I understand." Slowly, uncertainly she began to unbutton her sweater as he watched. He said nothing more. Tediously, she finished unbuttoning the sweater, glanced up and his attentive face looking for some response, some encouragement, something. He was silent, his order given. She unzipped her skirt, and slowly slid it down over her nicely rounded hips. She had been directed to no longer wear any sort of underwear, and she had complied with this directive. She stumbled as she removed her boots and thigh high hose, right leg then left. Finally, she stood nude before him. There was a small puddle beneath her from the melted snow on her boots. "Tomorrow, this will be done much faster, please. Once you arrive, you will immediately strip completely. Is that clear?" His voice was stern. She trembled. "Now, fetch me a fresh cup of coffee, and we will begin." She did as directed and shyly handed the coffee to him. He tasted it. "One more sugar, please." He handed it back to her and she added the requested sugar. All the time, he studied her face, her body movement, the way her bottom rolled as she walked, the jiggle of her breasts. Her body was satisfactory, a B. Her service thus far, was barely acceptable, but he would try to improve it, a C-. What endeared her to him was her eagerness to please, an A. He could work with her on the rest. "Sit. You will not hide your privates from me, is that clear? Yes, a bit wider, if you please. Yes, excellent. So, if I recall, we talked yesterday about motivation and what motivates learning. Is that correct?" She nodded. "An appreciative student speaks clearly and gives completely honest answers at all times." He paused. "What are the four motivations we spoke of yesterday?" "Freedom, power, love, and ... fun." Her knees had been trained to close automatically, but Dr. Alta now sat on the front of his desk with a cane. He smacked her thighs when they started to close as she answered. "Very good. And which of these is the most powerful?" "Love." She squirmed as he traced the inside of her thighs with the cane. "Yes, and which of them inspires you to come here today?" "Power." "OK. Now, today I want to discuss the difference between cognitive behavior and limbic system behaviors. What can you tell me about these?" "I know that a cognitive process is a thought process that occurs in the frontal lobes." He continued to trace her inner thighs with the cane, then he poked her breasts with its tip as she tried to speak. "Limbic functions are natural instincts, I think." "And where does sex fit in? Is it limbic or cognitive?" The cane circled her breasts, lifted them and let them fall. "I'm not sure." "Ah! You're not sure. Where is your book, girl?" "In my backpack." "Get it, and read the section concerning cognitive processes aloud to me. You may stand up here on my desk as you read." Rita fetched her book and, with Dr. Alta's assistance, climbed up on the desk beside him. She stood facing him. "You may begin, girl," he said. He pushed her knees apart as she began to read, and he used the cane to part her nether lips. She jumped as the cane found her clitoris, then slid back toward the wet opening. Back and forth he moved the tip of the cane as she read aloud. "Read slowly and clearly, girl. Enunciate your words and project your voice. Put some life into it!" "Yes, Sir." She continued, and so did Dr. Alta. Back and forth from her clit to her vagina, the slurping sounds grew noticeably louder. She finished the designated section and stopped reading. "Does sex fit the description of a cognitive process?" he asked. "I'm not sure, Sir. I'm sorry." "Then continue, please. Read the section on limbic system functions. It's a bit longer, but you obviously need the read." He paused. "Oh, by the way, how do you taste, girl?" "Sir?" "Your vagina, girl. How do you taste?" "I don't know," she answered quietly. "Ah well ... we'll soon know." She began to read the additional pages as he continued his practical application of the lesson. He set the cane down on the desk, placed his hands firmly on her ass and pulled her close to his face. "Read girl, nice and loud!" Immediately, his tongue traced the path the cane had made numerous times, from her now swollen clitoris to her wet vagina. "It will do," he interrupted, and continued his oral exploration of her while she read about limbic system functions. She seemed to have a difficult time standing still, so Dr. Alta's hands remained firmly on her ass forcing her onto his tongue. She tripped over words and her body struggled against his control, but she continued to read. "Have you figured it out, yet?" he asked when she finished reading the section. "Yes, Sir. I believe sex is a limbic function." "And why do you think this?" His fingers now teased her opening as they discussed the lessons learned. "I think because it is a natural function that does not necessarily require a decision." "What is a natural function?" "Sex, Sir." "Did you climax, Rita?" "No, Sir." "Then perhaps the lesson hasn't been learned after all." He stood up and his eyes examined her body. He smiled a quick smile, then his stern face returned. He held his hand up to assist her down to the floor. "Let me ask you this: Are you capable of learning?" He fingered her nipples as he asked. "Yes, Sir." "Are you certain?" He pinched them hard and she winced. "Yes, Sir." Involuntarily she tried to pull away, but her pinched her nipples harder still. "I guess we'll see. Place the book on the desk, and one hand on each side of the book. Turn back to the beginning of the chapter and begin to read, loud and clear. Pay close attention to what you're reading this time. If you do not learn it this time, well ..." His voice died out. Rita placed the textbook on his desk, put one hand on either side of it and began to read as directed. Dr. Alta walked behind her with the cane in his hand. First, he traced her contours, the lovely curves of her body down one side then down the other as she read. Then suddenly, he swatted her ass and she bit her lips. "Please continue, girl." She did, and again he swatted her ass. The cane left small red welts where it hit her soft pink skin. She struggled to obey his instruction. His hand stroked her back, producing a shiver. He smiled. He stoked her pubic lips with his hand, and used the tip of the cane to caress her legs. She continued to read. He loved her bare pussy. Her voice was broken but she continued. There was a knock at the outer door. "I'm with a student till noon," Dr Alta called. "OK, well, it's Cynthia. I needed help with my term paper, but I can come back later." "Yes, Cynthia. I'll be delighted to help you at, say, 3?" "Yes, Sir. That will be perfect." "Very good then. Relax your muscles." He pinched Rita's clitoris. "Read on ... or do you know the correct answer?" Rita read on since she did not want to risk a wrong answer at this point. Dr. Alta fingered her bottom, pressing in two fingers, then three, then four, and now five ... He gently, slowly pushed his fist into her drenched hole and slowly pumped as she read. "Read louder, girl." His cock began to show signs of arousal as his fist slurped inside of her. Without removing his fist, he carefully unzipped his slacks, and exposed his erect penis, then with great skill, his penis replaced his fist within her hungry vagina. He pumped slowly, deliberately as she read. Her words took on his rhythm. Her body, too, responded to his thrusts. She finished the chapter and stopped. "Now, girl, can you tell me, please. Is sex a cognitive process or a limbic function?" His cock was now fully erect and stretched her opening beautifully. The sounds and aroma of vaginal arousal filled the room. "Can you help me determine, Sir, please?" She begged. "What do you think I'm doing, girl? Are you using your brain or is your body responding on its own? That is one issue. The other issue is whether or not you have experienced a climax." He pumped her hard now, slamming into her, then pulling out completely only to slam in again. Rita was amazed at his control. "My body seems to respond naturally, Sir, without cognitive decision. However, I have not experienced an orgasm. Perhaps that requires cognition?" "Well done, girl. Yes. You have a slut body which naturally responds to any and all sexual stimulation according to its appetite. The fact that you have not yet climaxed, does seem to indicate that cognition needs to be present for that to occur, although our investigation is not thorough in that regard." He paused to catch his breath. "Now, I am going to cum inside of you and you will cum at the same time. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Very good." He pumped her hard and her body danced as the full length of his cock filled her. She felt his hot semen shoot into her and her body instinctively pumped him, squeezing and milking him with her muscular response. He withdrew his spent penis and asked her to clean it with her tongue. She did as told. "You managed to grasp the concept, it seems. If you wish, you may return tomorrow, but remember the instructions I gave you earlier. I will not repeat them." He zipped his slacks. "Stand and face me." She did. He cupped her tits and looked into her eyes. He drew her to him in a warm embrace. "You are a beautiful slut. We will discuss the meaning of this word and what it means to you soon. Now, one last thing. Tonight, you will call me at 11:10 precisely. You may dress and go." He turned and returned to the other side of his desk. "Oh... Please help yourself to a candycane on your way out ... a sort of Christmas gift." "Thank you, Dr. Alta," Rita said softly as she slid out the door grabbing the candycane as she left. She could feel the wetness between her legs, and it filled her with great warmth even as she headed out into the icy cold. She walked across the campus to class, her naked bottom freezing, but she felt only heat. She waved at Cynthia, her classmate, as she passed her on the quad. "Are you going home for Christmas?" she called out to Cynthia. "Yes, I'm actually leaving tomorrow, assuming I finish my paper for Dr. Alta by then." "Oh, well, he's very understanding." "Yeah, he's cool. He's been really helpful all semester. Not many professors take the time to tutor privately." Cynthia smiled. "He tutors you privately?" Rita asked. "Oh sure! I went to him right away at the beginning of the term because this stuff is hard for me. He's been really great. He's kinda cute, too, in an old guy kinda way." "Maybe we should go together some time, I mean, since we're in the same class. It might save him some time." "That's a great idea! I'll ask him. That's where I'm headed now." "Be sure to let me know what he says, ok?" "You got it, girlfriend. Later!"