16 comments/ 33670 views/ 55 favorites School of Love Ch. 01 By: Gorza This is the opening chapter of School of Love, introducing the characters and the school. All students at the School of Love are over 18. **** I arrived in Lausanne, eager to take up my new post as a tutor at the exclusive École Château de l'Amour. All my interviews for the job had taken place in London, including a rather extensive medical. I was here and yet I knew next to nothing about the school which had employed me. I had seen pictures of the splendid fifteenth-century castle on the bank of Lake Léman, just west of Lausanne. The château had been a Swiss finishing school for girls in the nineteenth century, and then it became a women's private college for high-school leavers and university students in the middle of the twentieth century. I had found that 'private' was the operative word: the school was not just privately funded, but it kept a very low profile, almost secretive. I heard rumours of the daughters of rock stars, tycoons, maharajas and Saudi royalty among the student body. The school's response to any prying was that they wished to maintain the privacy of their students. I had been collected from Geneva Airport by limousine, and put up in the opulent Beau-Rivage Palace hotel in Lausanne, with views over Lake Léman (as the Lausannois preferred to call their end of Lake Geneva) and the Chablais Alps beyond. This experience was so different from the life I knew, living in a student flat while writing up my doctoral thesis. Rather than being taken straight to the château, I was here first to have dinner in the city with Marie-Luce Foy, the school's director — or, to use her official title, Madame la Directrice de l'École. We met in the lobby. Madame Foy was perhaps in her early forties, tall, slim and elegantly dressed in a charcoal skirt suit and black kitten heels. She looked every part the head of of an expensive ladies' college, with her hair tied in an immaculate chignon, and tortoiseshell-frame glasses. Rather than a business handshake, she offered me three cheek-kisses in the Swiss fashion. Her perfume was understated, with dark wine notes. We went through to the hotel's gastronomic restaurant where she ordered us each a kir royal to sip as we perused the menu. Madame Foy's English was perfect, with a flawless British Home Counties accent. "Mr Harris, it is good to meet you at last. I have read all of the reports from your London interviews. Miss Bakewell seems very impressed with you", she began. I swallowed nervously at the mention of the sexy, young functionary who had conducted my interviews. She smiled. "I cannot say that I have read all of your doctoral thesis, but I am pleased to welcome you to l'École Château de l'Amour as our new history tutor." She paused and took a sip of her kir. I mirrored her, taking a sip from my drink, as the waiter came to take our order. "Please, everything is on the school tonight." This was just as well, given the prices in this two-Michelin-star restaurant. I gestured that she order first, then I gave my order to the waiter in French. The sommelier approached, and Madame Foy ordered a bottle of 2009 vintage Cornalin du Valais that matched our food choices perfectly. "Madame Foy, I am looking forward to joining you and the staff at the École Château de l'Amour. I must admit that all of this — the rather comprehensive interviews and medical, the first-class flight to Geneva and now this hotel — this is so far removed from my life as a doctoral student, you know." "We are an exclusive, specialised institute of education, and we do not like to take chances. I am very protective of the school and my girls. That's why I prefer to meet new staff in the city and get to know them before bringing them to the château. We'll get to that tomorrow morning." As she spoke, I was aware that her British English accent was so flawless that she couldn't actually be British, but that she could only be the product of an international-school education. She took another sip of her kir. "How did you find the interview process?" "Well, the academic interview was even more thorough than my doctoral defence!" I laughed. "And I got quite a shock when I met with the private investigator who had put together a thick file on my background, even including ex-girlfriends and internet history." "Yes, there were a few interesting items in that report, Mr Harris." The directrice raised one eyebrow. With embarrassment, I took a great gulp of my kir, and almost choked on its bubbles. At that moment, our immaculately presented starters arrived. When I had composed myself, I continued, "Madame Foy, I must tell you that I feel a bit like a fish out of water because of all of this." "Mr Harris... or do you prefer Dr Harris — I know the English prefer their academic titles — whichever, may I call you Ben?" I nodded, "Yes, of course". "My name is Marie-Luce, but actually everyone calls me Emmelle, so please do use that name. En français, tu peux me tutoyer." "Je parle pas bien le français", I responded with a little hesitation, knowing that my French wasn't that good. I could read historical documents and academic papers in French, order a coffee and some food, but I always got a little flustered with conversational French. I switched back to my mother tongue and gave her a name check, "But thank you... Emmelle... for putting me at my ease". "Your French is a little accented, but passable. In school, we speak English in general, but you'll need French in Lausanne. At school, in front of the students, I should always be referred to as 'Madame la Directrice' or simply 'Madame'. The girls should address you as 'Master' at all times — even when speaking French, our tradition is to use the English title, as the French translation does not quite cut it — and you should place any girl who fails to address you properly on report. En français, elles doivent nous vouvoyer." "It is a little more strict than I am used to, I'm afraid." "Don't worry. We are all one happy family at the school. It's a small institute of learning, and so we have to strike the right balance between discipline and intimacy." Our starters were cleared. Emmelle told me that she had been a 'royale' at the school, a term they use for those students who study there for the maximum of four years — two years after leaving high school, then she took three years in Cambridge, followed by a further two years back at the school after graduating university. She had worked for a master's degree in social anthropology at Lausanne University during her postgraduate time at the school, and had now been its directrice for eight years. As we spoke together, she made sure to keep our wine topped up, so that we had managed to drain the whole bottle by the time our mains were cleared. We ordered some dessert, and she ordered us each a double measure of organic Peyrat XO cognac. "So Ben, tell me, how did you find Lucy Bakewell in London?" she asked. I was a little intoxicated, but I knew I had to play it cool with my new boss. "Mmm... I would say she is a very intelligent, professional young woman..." "Attractive?" "Erm... yes, I would say so", I replied while my mind was shouting 'smoking-hot body' at me. "You know that she is also a former student of the school?" "Ah, yes, I think she did mention it in passing." "Don't worry, fellow diplômées of the school tell each other everything." "Uh-huh", I responded gormlessly, not sure where this was going. "She told me that she slept with you after the interview", Emmelle said, boring into me with her piercing grey eyes. I coughed in shock. When I had composed myself, I said, "I am very sorry, Madame Foy. I hope that this will not be problem". She smiled warmly at me, "Au contraire, Lucy strongly commended you to me. She evidently enjoyed your — how shall we say — ministrations". The alcohol and embarrassment combined to make me flush red. I took a sip of the expensive cognac, before realising that more alcohol wasn't helping. "And, Ben, please do call me Emmelle". I nodded, "Sorry, Emmelle, but I was a bit taken aback that you knew I had made that indiscretion with Lucy". "But not at all! You see, I must say that I am a little drunk, and I think you are too." She leant across the table a little and lightly stroked the back of my hand with her fingertips. "It is good for me to get away from the school for an evening. I think we shall get along well. Shall we let our hair down a little, and be honest with each other? I think Lucy has a very beautiful body. How was she in bed?" "I must say that I find your question quite forward", I spluttered, moving my hand away from her touch. "I am sorry to embarrass you, Ben. You see Lucy and I have known each other for years. She told me what you were like in bed — which was a suitably impressive report, I must say. I would like to hear your side of the story." "Well... it seems strange to talk about it with you, my new boss." "Think of me as your friend, Ben. So, how was her blowjob?" My mouth opened, but no sound came out. I really didn't know what to say. In the end, I came up with a weak, "It was good, very nice... err... technique". "Hmm... which techniques did she use?" My mouth opened and the sordid details began to flow, "Uh well, she took my... err... penis... all the way, and used lots of different techniques". "I'm glad she gave you deep throat." "Umm... yes, I suppose she did." As I said it, I felt my cock twitch into life, reminiscing about it rolling joyfully over Lucy's tongue. "Lucy also told me that your cunnilingus technique was good. What did you do to her?" "Erm... nothing really spectacular. I just licked and sucked and fingered her. Unlike many men, I'm happy to say I can find a clitoris." "I'm so glad to hear that." Emmelle's hand was back to stroking mine. "In which position did you fuck Lucy?" I inhaled sharply, and then let the details tumble out, "Her on top for a bit, then doggy style, ending in missionary position with her legs wrapped around my waist". My cock was now fully hard, as I thought about how I had pumped Lucy hard in each position. "That's very nice. Where did you come?" "In her mouth. We didn't have a condom, so she asked me to pull out of her and come in her mouth." Emmelle licked her lips, "I do like the taste of cum in my mouth". I became hypnotized by Emmelle's mouth, as her moistened lips hovered in front of me in soft focus through the cognac fumes. I couldn't believe that I was now fantasising about pumping my cum into my new boss's mouth. Emmelle called the waiter over and signed for the meal, before saying rather teacherly to me, "I think it's time for bed. You have a big day tomorrow". She stood up, her slim frame sculpted in tailored grey wool. I also got to my feet, feeling a bit light-headed from the alcohol and my state of arousal. We thanked the waiter, and went out into the lobby. Emmelle moved to the elevator, where an attendant pressed the call button for her. I had imagined that she might have been driven back to the château tonight by her chauffeur, but she obviously was staying in the hotel. The elevator arrived and she tipped the attendant very generously with a green fifty-franc note. We got in. The attendant pressed the buttons for my floor and for the door to close, and retreated back into the lobby as the doors closed, rather than joining us. I held the rail on the wall of the elevator, to hold myself steady, not wanting to sway around in front of my new boss. "I hope that's not a stain", Emmelle exclaimed, as she bent to have a closer look at a possible food stain on the front of my suit trousers. Her manicured hand smoothed down the fabric of the right-hand pleat of my trousers. Faster than I could do it myself, she had pulled the zip of my trousers open, reached in and pulled out my erect cock. She was already bent over to look for some non-existence stain, and so swiftly brought the wetness of her lips over the head of my cock. The cognac lingering on her lips made my glans tingle electrically. By the time I was aware enough to realise what was happening, she was on her knees in the elevator, engaging my cock in a whirlpool of a blowjob. I grasped the rail, threw my head back, and mouthed "Fuck!" silently into the ceiling. I looked back down at Emmelle's prissy chignon bobbing off the end of my cock. Then she looked up at me through her tortoiseshell glasses. She looked the image of the immaculate schoolmarm, except for my cock resting on her tongue. "Bienvenue à l'École Château de l'Amour", she breathed around my cock. Her words, her sexy voice, and the visuals were almost enough to make me come there and then. I imagined pumping my cum into her mouth and all over her glasses. I was saved by the bell, the elevator bell. We reached my floor and the doors parted. Luckily there was no one standing wait in the corridor. She stood up in front of me, slowly pumping my cock in her hand. "I thought I told you, Ben, that it's time for bed", she instructed me. She then proceeded to lead me out of the elevator and down the corridor, guiding me to follow with her hand on my exposed cock. When we reached my room, she pulled a key card from her jacket pocket and opened the door. "You have the key to my room?" I inquired in confusion. Emmelle didn't reply. She yanked me inside, and pushed me to sit down on the canapé at the foot of the bed. Standing with legs spread as wide apart as her pencil skirt would allow, she bent towards me, and teasingly licked around the head of my cock, which was still on display through my open fly. Then she stood up and unbuttoned her jacket, slipping it from her shoulders and tossing it onto the seat beside me. Her high, firm breasts shimmered under her fitted ivory-silk blouse. She unbuttoned the side of her grey-wool skirt, and it slithered down her legs. She stepped out of it, and slung it on top of her jacket beside me. She was wearing black stockings with suspenders. "Take off your jacket", she demanded of me. I pulled it off, letting it fall on the seat behind me. Looking up, I saw Emmelle was unbuttoning her blouse. When it was undone, she swept it open, placing her hands on her hips, revealing her exquisite black lace underwear, complete with garter belt. "Tie and shirt", she commanded. I tugged off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. Once I was bare chested, she came to me, slipping off her blouse. She ran one hand down my chest, folding the other around the nape of my neck. She leant over me, and kissed the crown of my head, pushing her lips hard against my scalp. Her firm breasts suspended before my eyes. Without thinking, I took them in my hands, assaying them from below, caressing them through the fine lace of her bra. She moved her hands behind her back and released the fastener, then slid the straps over her delicate shoulders. She stood up slowly, letting her straps slide down her arms, showing me her glorious breasts, and letting her bra fall into my cupped hands. She stood before me with her hands on her hips. "Can I trust you, Ben? I need to know that I can trust you", she asked. I nodded, laying her bra across my lap. "Tell me that I can trust you." "You can trust me, Emmelle", I told her, with the alcohol rapping on my brain. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her knickers and pulled them down to her ankles, stepping out of them. As she straightened up, she pulled the pin out of her chignon, releasing her hair in cascades over her shoulders. My gaze shifted up her long, stockinged legs, to her smooth shaved pussy, her high, firm breasts and her waves of nut-brown hair. She was suddenly transformed from the image of a prim teacher to that of a high-class escort. "In return for your trust, I shall give you a gift." She stepped purposefully towards me, thrusting one foot up on the edge of the seat beside me, opening her pussy for me to observe its pink flowering. The elastic of her garter strap slackened on her raised thigh. She clasped her fingers behind my head, and slowly pulled my face into her awaiting crotch. I saw her pussy was already dewed with expectancy, and I planted a tender kiss at its centre. Emmelle curled her fingers through my hair, and held me to her open sex. I lapped obediently at her lips, delighting in her sweet taste. With her, as with the equally sweet Lucy — the last women to whom I had ministered in this fashion — eating her pussy was going to be a feast. I eagerly opened her outer fold with the apex of my tongue, and was rewarded with more of her flavour. I drew my tongue up the full height of her lips, and I felt her quiver against my mouth. I repeated the action a few more times, each time pushing my tongue a little deeper into her. The fifth time, I thrust my tongue with greater force into her, edging through her inner lips and inside her. Her hands grasped my hair as her body shook gently with the pleasure of intrusion. "That's it, Ben: show me you can be my new master!" she breathed huskily over me. Encouraged by her words, I pulled my tongue hard up through her, and traced wet circles around the hood of her clit. "Yes, that's it", she sighed. I drove my tongue back into her, then pulled up and swirled it around her clit, repeating the action a few times. Then I closed my lips around the hood and gently sucked, exposing her to my tongue. I lightly licked her nub, and she agreed with a deep moan. I must have continued for almost ten minutes, getting gradually more intense. "Ben, stand up, and let a lady take the seat." I complied, and she sat primly on the canapé as if she was sitting in front of a class, apart from the fact she was naked and in a heightened state of arousal. She reached for me, tugged my belt undone, and I was soon stepping out of my clothes, naked. She took my cock in her hand, and placed her other hand on my ass, pulling me into her. She began diddling her erect pink nipples with the tip of my cock, first one breast and then the other. She looked up at me, and said, "You know, Ben, it's not really the done thing to have sex with your new boss before your start work". I wasn't sure what to say to that, and was far more intent in watching her slathering her taut nipples with my precum. "You're right: this isn't the normal way to do things, Emmelle." "It's good for me to get away from the school every now and again. After Lucy told me how well you had fucked her, I was looking forward to meeting you... to fucking you!" She bent her head down and swallowed my cock. She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock making me sigh out in pleasure. She disengaged, sat back in the canapé and removed her glasses. "Emmelle, can you please keep your glasses on", I blurted out. She replaced her glasses on her face, looked up at me and responded, "Do I detect a little fetish for my glasses, Ben?" She gave me no time to answer, as her bespectacled face slid back over my cock. She cupped my balls with one hand and jerked me off in her mouth with the other, while swirling her tongue around the head of my cock. She pulled back but continued pumping me with her hand. "Would you like to come all over my glasses, Ben?" I looked down at her elegant features surmounted with designer tortoiseshell-frame glasses, and I felt a strong urge to cover her face with my spunk. "I'd love to do that, Emmelle." "Will you fuck me first?" I nodded. She released my cock, and stood up. She kissed me, took my hand, and stood up on the seat of the canapé. She climbed over the back of the seat to stand on the king-size bed, and led me up over the canapé to join her. We kissed, standing on the bed. School of Love Ch. 01 "I want you to remember to call me Emmelle, but you must call me 'Madame' in front of the students and while you're fucking me." "Of course, madame." "You're not fucking me yet, master." Hearing her call me 'master' inflamed my passion for her, and I kissed her deeply. When we came up for air, she whispered in my ear, "Master, fuck me hard and without mercy". I sighed, "Oui, madame", as I pushed her down onto the bed. I laid her down, naked except for her stockings, suspender belt and spectacles. She spread her legs wide, giving me an inviting view of her sweet cunt. I knelt over her, sucking one nipple then the other. I kissed up her neck and chin to her mouth. She returned my kiss with such hunger that I realised that foreplay was over. Her cunt was wet and well prepared, so my cock slid in. I felt her strong pelvic muscles seize my cock and caress every inch of its ingress. "Madame, your cunt is so tight!" I exclaimed. "Say it in French for me, master." I pulled back so that I could enjoy another languorous stroke inside her. My mind was addled, and my French classes had never taught me how to talk dirty. I started, "Madame, ta...", but didn't know the word. "Mon con", she proffered. "Madame, ton con est tellement serré." "Bien. Alors, baise-moi plus fort, master!" I understood her carnal desire. I took firm hold of her hips and drove my cock firmly into her cunt. We sighed in harmony at the primal joy of a hard fuck: her breathy coloratura over my guttural baritone. I quickly conducted another downbeat into her, producing a harmonic progression. I continued to piston into her hard and deep. "Master, destroy me!" she moaned. Every sinew was aflame as I clamped my hands to her hips and focused all my weight and energy into my cock. Like a martial artist channelling qi to smash a block, I pierced her with my straining cock. I pulled back and returned as a battering ram tearing into a besieged city. My sex sounds became vulgar grunts, as hers became impassioned screams. I increased speed and fucked her harder than I thought possible. My madame wrapped her legs around my waist, making me mine her deeper and impact her exposed clit with every thrust into her. "Make me come first, master!" she demanded. "I'm going to fuck you into oblivion, madame!" I could feel her getting close, so I eagerly pounded her, grinding her clit firmly with my pubic bone. She screamed in English and French, "Fuck me! Baise-moi!", both as imperative and interjection. When I began to think I couldn't maintain this level of vigorous fucking for much longer, her desires rose once again from her coital plateau. Her indecency became rampant, and her body became taut and convulsed in a magnitude of pleasure, as she screamed in absolute abandon. Her cunt closed hard on my cock, but I ploughed on as she writhed in orgasm under me. I felt my balls tighten, and I knew what I wanted. I pulled myself out of her, and manoeuvred from between her legs. I slid my left hand behind her head and used my right to give three hard pumps of my cock. My cum exploded onto the right lens of her glasses in a milky pool that washed over the curved optic. I shifted her head and my aim so that my second shot covered her other lens. Then she slid her lips over my cock to take my remaining cum in her mouth. She let me fall back against the pillow exhausted, as I looked up at her semen-splattered spectacles and cum-moistened lips. "Madame, you are an amazing fuck", I told her appreciatively. "I'm not sure I'll be able to walk, after you fucked me so hard, master." "You did ask me to destroy you." "I know, I can feel the bruising. It's good to feel so totally fucked. Lucy wasn't wrong." "I don't think I fucked Lucy half as hard as I fucked you. Your words turned me into an animal." "How do my glasses look? I can't see much through them." "It's just that you're a teacher, so in control, that I needed to deface your glasses with my cum." "Can I clean them off now?" I nodded, and she removed her glasses and licked my cum from them slowly so that I could watch. She placed her glasses on the bedside table and pulled the covers back. We got into bed and lay facing each other, caressing each other, falling asleep. **** I awoke somewhat groggy, roused by a hand stroking my hair. I blinked my eyes open to see the curtains were drawn back to the azure vista of lake, summit and sky. I could make out Emmelle haloed in sunlight, as she sat on the edge of the bed, teasing me awake with her touch. I blinked again, and drew myself up in bed. Emmelle was dressed in a navy trouser suit, her hair neatly fastened and her glasses not clouded with cum. I wondered whether I had only dreamed of having sex with my new boss. "You needed a good sleep after the vigorous exertions of last night", she said tenderly with a smile. So it was true! "Our taxi will be here in forty minutes, so take a quick shower and join me downstairs for breakfast." She leant over and kissed my lips delicately. Then she rose, turned and left the room. I hauled myself out of bed, and took a quick shower. I dressed in yesterday's clothes — all my other clothes and belongings had been sent on ahead to the school — and took the elevator down for breakfast. Emmelle was seated at a table by herself in the airy breakfast restaurant reading a copy of the day's Le Temps newspaper. As I approached, she looked up from her paper. "Good morning, Ben. Please join me." She gestured to the seat opposite her and gave a sign to the waiter. She folded her paper out of politeness. "I had muesli, croissant and jam, but I think you'll need something more substantial." "Oh no, I'm happy to have a Swiss breakfast too, Emmelle." "I enjoyed you fucking me hard last night, and I hope we can do it again soon. You need to keep your strength up, so I've ordered you an omelette." She didn't moderate her tone, and I'm sure the tables around us had heard her speak of our fucking. The waiter arrived with a cheese omelette for me, steaming deliciously on the plate, accompanied with a noisette coffee. I thanked both Emmelle and the waiter for the thoughtfully delicious breakfast, and tucked into it. As I finished my breakfast, she checked her watch — an elegant Cartier, I think. "We should go." We rose from the table and walked side by side to the lobby. She signed for my room, our room. I noticed that a young porter had brought down my carry-on bag alongside what I imagined to be her leather overnight bag — she had not been carrying luggage when she arrived at the hotel, so I imagined that she must have orchestrated all of this behind the scenes. Emmelle turned from the front desk. "Let's go", she said to me, "Viens", to the porter, who followed with our bags. Through the door, we traversed the terrace to the quayside promenade, and crossed the road to the lake's shore, to the hotel's private jetty. Moored at the jetty was a small open launch in royal-blue livery with a golden tree and lettering 'ECOLE CHATEAU DE L'AMOUR' painted along the side. A similar blue burgee bearing the golden-tree emblem flapped in the gentle breeze at the prow of the launch, while the red-and-white Swiss ensign flew from the stern. At the helm of our 'taxi' was a young, petite South East Asian woman wearing a school uniform of royal-blue blazer with the golden-tree badge, white blouse tied with a black ribbon, short black pleated skirt and white knee-length socks. "Good morning, madame", she greeted Emmelle warmly. "Good morning, master", she said, smiling at me. She took both bags from the porter and stowed them under the covered fore section of the launch. Emmelle tipped the porter with red twenty-franc note, and then took the young woman's hand as she helped her board the launch. She turned back to me and introduced the woman, "Master, this is Aisyah from Malaysia. She's a 'lauréate' at the school, and she'll be taking us to the château". "Welcome aboard, master", said Aisyah, as she offered me her hand to bring me on board. I took her hand and climbed into the launch. "Thank you, Aisyah." Emmelle guided me to sit with her in the stern of the boat, and Aisyah started the engine. The porter helped Aisyah cast off from the jetty, and she nudged the throttle to ease us away from the side. She pushed back the throttle, and we accelerated out into the lake. Once we were clear of the Ouchy ferry port, Aisyah swung the launch to starboard to follow the shore westwards. Emmelle unbuttoned and unzipped her woollen trousers, revealing ivory satin knickers. She took my hand, kissed the knuckles, and pushed it down the front of her knickers. "Master, finger me all the way home." She was slightly wet, and I quickly worked two fingers into her cunt. As Aisyah navigated along the lake, she didn't look back to see me fingering her madame. Emmelle leant back, watching the water lap against the side of the boat, allowing her breasts to rise and fall with deep breaths as she enjoyed my fingers gently fucking her. I adjusted my angle so that my thumb could diddle her clit at the same time, making her moan under the sound of the engine. Along the shore, the promenade was populated with little parks, playgrounds, and even a minigolf course. We passed the lakefront of the university campus, before that gave way to suburban West Lausanne. All the while, my fingers mimicked the strokes of the launch's engine. Slightly breathless, Emmelle sighed, "This is the village of Saint-Sulpice. We're almost there. Make me come now!" There was not much room for technique, but I ground the pad of my thumb against her clit, while edging a third finger into her now well-moistened cunt. Her back arched with this renewed pleasure. Encouraged, I ploughed on. When she found her orgasm she came in rapid, tender mews and sighs against my shoulder. She grasped my wrist, eased my dank hand from her knickers, and sharply refastened her navy trousers. "Here we are: this is the mouth of the river Venoge, and here are the school grounds." She gestured toward the geography of the shore. The river emerged into the lake, creating a broad promontory on which stood the fifteenth-century château I recognised from the pictures. The grey-stone castle was surrounded by a cluster of charming wooden buildings in the Swiss style, interspersed with manicured lawns. The school grounds were bordered by the river Venoge to the west, Lake Léman to the south, and a small wooded area around the other sides. Aisyah eased up on the throttle to a gentle purr, and nudged the launch towards the shore. A small pier jutted from a wooden boathouse that sat on the secluded beach that fringed the lakeside. As we drew alongside the pier, she took the engine down to a lazy beat, to a crawl. As we approached the boathouse, automatic doors opened to reveal a floating wet-dock boat garage. Aisyah eased the launch inside and cut the engine. With the bowline held over her shoulder, she leapt from the launch onto the small interior dock. Her miniskirt flew up mid-leap giving a clear view of her white cotton knickers. She tied up the boat fore and aft, and offered Emmelle her hand to disembark. We thanked Aisyah, and Emmelle lead me through a door at the back of the sizeable boathouse out into the dappled September sun. Emmelle started to show me around. "Aisyah is the elected commodore of our school's yacht club. She loves boats, and can be found down here when she's not in class. Our boathouse has quite a collection, from rowing boats and racing sculls to larger sailing and motor boats. Our beach is down here." She pointed past the end of the boathouse to where wooden steps descended to a secluded patch of sand lapped by the lake. "We even have a sauna here", she said pointing to a small pinewood hut behind the beach. "The student council demanded it three years ago. The girls love it." We passed the sauna, and I saw the school grounds laid out before me. A broad well-kept lawn swept down from the grand château to the boathouse. Lining the route, on each side, were generously proportioned Swiss chalets: three-storey wooden lodges with quaint verandas and gently pitched roofs. Boxes of geraniums decorated each chalet. **** Emmelle led me up to the second chalet on the left. It's name 'Clio' was carved in a wooden board at the foot of the steps up to its veranda. "This is Clio, the house you will be responsible for as master: just ten girls." We ascended to the veranda, where a young Japanese woman in the school's royal-blue blazer, black miniskirt and knee-high white socks stood to attention outside the main door. "This is Sakura. She is a 'royale', one of our few fourth-year students. She has a lot of experience. She has a bachelor's degree from Keio University, and is now studying for a master's degree in linguistics at Lausanne. She is the head girl of your house. Her role is to make sure that the students in your house behave themselves, and to assist you as master." "Welcome, master", said Sakura with a slight bow of her head. Rather than using her black ribbon to tie her collar as Aisyah had done, Sakura wore hers as a choker, knotted at her throat. Emmelle addressed me, "I shall go up to the château now; there's always administration to be done. I leave you in Sakura's hands, and let her show you around the house and to your new apartment." She turned to Sakura and added, "Sakura, report to me after you have shown your new master around". "Oui, madame!" she replied cheerfully. Emmelle leant in and we exchanged the customary three cheek kisses. Then she descended the steps, and made her way up the path towards the château. I watched her walk away: the prim directrice by day, incendiary sex goddess by night. I was confused. "Welcome, master", repeated Sakura as she held open the door to the chalet. Inside was an elegantly decorated open-plan living area. Abstract art hung on the walls, and comfortable couches surrounded a stone fireplace. "This is our common area", began Sakura, her accent a mixture of French and Japanese. "The girls relax here in our spare time. It is not cold enough for us to light the fire yet, but it is most welcoming when it's needed. There is a small kitchen and dining table, and we have ping-pong here next to our X-Box, for relaxation." We toured the open-plan ground floor, and then she led me to the wooden stairs, cantilevered up the side wall. "Above we have the girls' dormitories." The top of the stairs met with an open wooden balcony overlooking the living area below. As we neared the top, a tall, blonde girl crossed the balcony wearing only a thin cotton bathrobe that barely reached halfway down her thigh. Sakura introduced me to her, "This is Hanna from Germany. She's a 'phaselle', a second-year pre-uni student in the house". "Welcome, master", said Hanna, and she gave the same little bow that Sakura had given me. I thought to myself that perhaps this wasn't a Japanese thing, but part of the school's discipline. Hanna continued, "Please excuse me for my state of undress. I've just had gymnastics, and am about to take a shower". She gave another slight bow and continued along the balcony, her bathrobe barely covering her athletic ass. "This is the dormitory for the pre-uni students", Sakura continued, leading through a door, "our pre-uni students are 18 and 19 year-old school leavers who study with us before going off to university. We currently have five students in this grouping in Clio". The dormitory was large and airy, with a beautiful picture window looking out over the lake. Five single beds were arranged around the room, each accompanied with its own personal space. On one of the beds, a woman's gym kit lay in a crumpled heap, recently vacated by Hanna's hot body, no doubt. Sakura led me back onto the balcony. I looked down and saw a black girl in the same school uniform below, stretched out on the couch reading a book. Sakura led me into the next room. It was similar to the last, but perhaps a bit more tastefully decorated. "We have four more students in here: this is the dormitory for our post-uni students. We're all in our early twenties, so a little older than the others, and it's good to have a separate dorm from the younger ones. You'll meet everyone soon, but most are out at studies. Many of the post-uni students take master's degrees at the Uni, the polytechnic, the art school or other nearby places." We walked back out onto the balcony. This time, the young black woman looked up and called, "Hi!" "Martha, this is our new master; show some respect!" Sakura called down angrily. At that, the girl jumped up, dropping her book, and gave a little bow. In an American accent, she called up, "Sorry, master. I hope you like your new home with us. Clio is really the best". "Hi Martha! It's good to meet you", I shouted down cheerfully, attempting to soften Sakura's disciplinarian introduction. Sakura turned to me and whispered, "Martha is a 'profane' from the United States. She's a first-year post-uni, but she didn't study here before uni. She'll definitely be taking your classes". We moved along the balcony, and Sakura gestured for me to go through the third door. This was the bathroom, sparkling clean, with little bottles of expensive toiletries between the white sinks, and four toilet cubicles facing four shower cubicles. Sakura followed me into the bathroom, making me move further in. The sound of water flowing in one of the showers made me turn to see Hanna washing herself. Even though the shower screen was lightly frosted, it left little to the imagination. The tall, blond, athletic, German 19-year-old was standing naked under the water jets, massaging shampoo into her scalp, with her breasts jiggling with the movement. "Hanna, you've got a great body", called Sakura, as she caught me openly ogling her. "Thanks, Saku!" Hanna called back from the shower. Sakura began to leave, and I thought it better to beat a retreat before Hanna realised her new master had seen her in the shower. The far end of the balcony gave way to another wooden staircase leading up to the next level. "And we live up in the attic, master", Sakura said as she led me up the stairs. "As head girl in the house, I have my own room next to the master's apartment". At the top of the stairs was another balcony that looked down through the chalet to the communal level below. Two armchairs and a table were set out on the balcony. "Here is a good place for the master and I to sit and keep an eye on all the girls", Sakura continued. She opened the door at the top of the stair and gestured that I go in. Inside was a smallish bedroom with a double bed, decorated with pretty curtains and J-pop posters. "This is my little room. I live right across from you if you ever need me, master", she said, smiling warmly. I turned to follow her back out onto the upper balcony, but spotted a light-blue rabbit vibrator sat openly on her bedside table. It was going to be hard living in a chalet full of young women knowing that there was a naked German in the showers below and a horny Japanese woman frigging herself next door. She led me into my apartment and handed me my keys. My apartment was open-plan, with a living area and galley kitchen, opening onto a small study and a bedroom. It offered stunning panoramic views both down to the lake and up to the château. I saw that my books had arrived and had been put on the large bookcase in the study, with my hobby telescope set up beside it. The bed was a handsomely appointed king size. "Welcome to your new home, master. All your books are in the bookcase. We've laundered all your clothes and put them in the closet", she said, opening the closet door near the bed. "Your private bathroom is here", she opened another door, "With a bath and a shower, as I'm sure you won't want to share with us downstairs". She grinned at me with that last comment. Walking back to the study desk, she leafed through the files that had been placed there. "Here's all the basic information you'll need about the school, your schedule, and the student files on all the girls in Clio." She picked out one of the files, opened it, and showed me her name and an old photo of her on the top page. She left it open in the middle of my desk. "Make yourself at home. Would you like me to make you a coffee?" School of Love Ch. 01 I nodded, "That would be lovely. Thank you, Sakura". I avoided her personal file, and instead picked up one marked 'Information for New Members of Staff' that I thought looked useful. I took it with me into the living area and sat on the couch in the window to read. Sakura had taken off her blazer and hung it on a hook to one side of the galley kitchen. She didn't have large breasts, but her white shirt was fitted very tight around her bust. I found it hard to take my eyes off her, and knew I was still aroused after seeing Hanna in the shower. Sakura busied herself fixing the coffee. She leant over to fetch something from the cupboard, and I watched her short skirt ride up her backside as she bent over. At the full extent of her bend I saw it: she was wearing no underwear, and her light-brown pussy lips were on full display between her upper thighs. It felt like forever, but it must have been only a couple of seconds that I enjoyed an unrestricted view of her cunt. Her skirt slid back over her glory, as she straightened up, grasping the coffee canister. I pulled my eyes away, and attempted to read the information file. Within a few minutes, she came over and placed a double espresso in a white cup and saucer on the coffee table. She returned to the galley, opened the fridge and brought me a small green tart. "I thought you might like something sweet with your coffee; it's called 'un carac'; it's chocolate once you get past the green icing." "Mmm... Thank you very much. It's so thoughtful of you, Sakura." I took a sip of the coffee. It was strong, with nutty notes, and I felt totally pampered. "Try the carac for me, master", she said, still standing across from me at the other side of the coffee table. I lifted the tart and took a bite from it. It was sweet chocolate and cream on a buttery base. "That's delicious. Thank you." "I just want to make sure that my new master is taken care of... Oh, some water!" She hurried back into the galley, took a jug of water from the refrigerator and poured a glass. She hurried back over with the water. "With the coffee and carac, you will probably want some cold water too. Is there anything else I can get you?" "Thank you, Sakura. I feel totally pampered", I told her. "But do you need anything else?" "No, I think I've got everything I need here." She looked a little glum that I didn't want anything else. Then she gave a cute smile and added, "Would you like a blowjob, master?" I was speechless, trying to find the words to tell her that her behaviour was inappropriate. Then she knelt on the edge of the coffee table, and casually flipped up the front of her short skirt. There was her perfect little pussy, with an immaculately trimmed wedge of pubic hair. My speechlessness was extended as I feasted my eyes on the sight. I gradually lifted my gaze to her coyly smiling face. "Will you let me suck your cock, master?" she added. I gulped, opened my mouth to speak, but nothing but a gasp came out. Before I knew it, she had walked across the table on her knees, making sure not to let her skirt fall and cover her pussy from my gaze. "Master?" she asked again. My cock was hard, and without thinking I nodded my consent. Sakura gleefully bent forward into my lap, tugging open the fly of my suit trousers. Before I knew it, my cock was experiencing the tickling wetness of her tongue as it slathered her saliva all around its head. I threw my head back, not quite believing what was happening. I glanced nervously over my shoulder out of the window, but couldn't see anyone. Sakura began to run her lips tightly up and down my shaft, making me groan. I looked back down at my Japanese student as her head bobbed up and down on my lap. I looked at her raised backside, as she was still kneeling on the low table in front of me. Cheekily I reached out and hiked her skirt up to reveal her bare ass. I heard and felt her giggle around my cock as I did it. I watched her small naked buttocks as she continued to bob on my cock with her mouth. Then I reached out to take a handful of her ass. She giggled around my cock again. I took her other ass cheek with my other hand, and pulled her head down into my hungry lap. As if she knew what I wanted, Sakura's throat opened up, and she let me pull her mouth down the full length of my cock. Her chin nestled against my balls, and the head of my cock grazed the back of her throat. Without gagging she began to take my cock deep into her throat with expert skill. I held her buttocks firmly in my hands, and began to thrust up urgently in her mouth. She continued to take it without problem. When she did eventually pull her mouth off my cock, her face was rosy and her mouth glistened with her own excess saliva. "Do you like, master?" "Yes, I like it", I told her. "Please let me have your cum in my mouth, master", she replied, and she was suddenly back at work, taking my cock deep into her throat. I was totally turned on by her casual sexiness. I turned one hand to caress her exposed sex, pointing away from me towards the kitchen. She was wet and yielding. I slid two fingers into her cunt without difficulty, and began to repay her with short little thrusts. She tried to moan out her desire with my cock in her throat. I moved my other hand from her ass and around her hip. I took a detour to fondle her breasts gratuitously through her shirt, just because they were there. Then I moved my had down to massage her clit as I finger fucked her with my other hand. I found a rhythm, and was thrusting my fingers into her, pushing her mouth down onto my cock. My cock grazing the back of throat was bringing me close to coming, and I knew I couldn't hold back. Suddenly, there was a knock at my apartment's door. My body tightened with alarm, but Sakura continued to suck me. The door opened to reveal a young, beautiful Indian woman in a skimpy two-piece royal-blue gym kit. I stared at her with open eyes as Sakura continued to work my cock with her mouth. At that moment, I came hard in Sakura's mouth. I moaned loudly and bucked under her. My eyes met those of the interloper at the door. "Welcome, master", said our observer, bowing. She dropped my hand luggage, which I left on the launch, just inside the apartment, and closed the door, leaving us alone. She must have had a perfect view of Sakura's naked ass, with my fingers stuffed in her cunt, and it would have been obvious to her that Sakura had been sucking me off. My cum was still pumping into Sakura's throat. I fell forward over her, all my muscles clenching as I pumped out my milky desire into her eager mouth. An involuntarily spasm made me ram my fingers hard into her cunt, before relaxing and easing my slick fingers out of her sex. Sakura disengaged and knelt up straight on the edge of the coffee table before me. Her saliva mixed with my cum was dribbling across her cheeks and down her chin. I knew that she had given herself little choice but to swallow most of my cum. She smiled, and said, "Welcome, master" with a slight bow. "Someone saw us", I told her, panting, "A student". "Who was it?" "Err... I don't know... an Indian girl." "Oh, that'll be Asha, one of our house girls. Don't worry about her, she'll be OK about it. She knows I like teasing the masters." I couldn't quite believe it. Was that what this was, a tease? "I'll just go and freshen up. May I use your bathroom, master?" I nodded helplessly. She jumped up and skipped over to the bathroom. My cock was still throbbing, drenched in her saliva, as I tucked it back into my underwear and zipped up my trousers. I walked into the galley kitchen, and washed my face in the basin, wiping myself dry on a dish towel. Sakura returned looking as if nothing has happened. "I need to go and see madame now. Is there anything else you want before I go, master?" she asked sweetly. My head spun. I wanted to tell her that I needed to take her to my new bed and fuck her hard, but I nodded, "Thank you, Sakura". **** I sat back down on the couch to finish the refreshments Sakura had provided. I knew I had to get a grip on myself: I had slept with both my interviewer and my new boss, and had just let one of my students give me a blowjob. This was a dangerous path. I sipped the coffee and returned to the information folder. I read that the château was built in 1473 by the bishop of Lausanne, the Italian cleric Giuliano della Rovere, who later was to become Pope Julius II, the patron of Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel ceiling. He built the lakeside palace just west of Lausanne to house two unmarried sisters, Marie and Jeanne de Saint-Sulpice, both suspected to be mistresses of the bishop. That was how the name Château de l'Amour came about, a palace for amorous gatherings. The school's badge of a golden tree on a blue shield was the arms of Pope Julius II. Benoît de Montferrand succeeded him as bishop in 1476 and continued liaisons with the sisters. When he died in 1491, the youngest sister, Mademoiselle Jeanne, married the former bishop's brother, François de Montferrand, a minor Savoyard nobleman. The current owner of the château is their descendant Germaine de Montferrand-Saint-Sulpice, known to the community as Madame la Doyenne. In the nineteenth century, the château was converted into a finishing school for girls. With women's greater access to higher education in the twentieth century, many of the Swiss finishing schools closed, or became co-educational boarding schools. The École Château de l'Amour came close to bankruptcy itself, but somehow managed to take a different course, converting itself into an elite private women's college of further education. It started by preparing school leavers on a gap year or two for university, and later developed a postgraduate programme. I studied a map of the campus: the main features were the château itself containing administration offices, library, classrooms and teaching labs, and the lawn with its nine chalets for each of the school's houses. On the east side of the campus was a theatre for performances, which also housed a gallery for the display of student artwork. To the west there was a sports hall with tennis courts, running track and games fields, along the bank of the river Venoge. On the lake itself was the pier with its large boathouse, beach and sauna. On the reverse were two smaller maps. The first was of the Écurie la Rovère, the school's equestrian and outdoors centre, in the village of Le Sentier, to the north west, in the rolling Jura mountains. The second was of the Chalet Montferrand, the school's ski lodge in the famous Swiss ski resort of Gstaad. It seemed that every luxury facility was provided for the school. The pages on the school's organisation were complex, and it seemed that the institution had developed its own language. Each of the nine chalets was a small community of students, and each named after one of the nine classical Muses. As a historian, I was glad to be reminded that my house Clio was named after the muse of history. There was a whole glossary of names used for different categories of students based on whether they were pre- or post-university, doing a one- or two-year course, and a number of other factors; there were a dozen of these names. Emmelle and Sakura had both introduced students using these words, and I knew they were both 'royales', the highest rank, indicating two years pre-uni and two more post-uni. There were 'bleues' and 'béotiennes', 'aspirants' and 'étoiles', and each wore their blazer badge with different stars, wreaths and crowns to indicate each student's standing. It was all too much to take in. This was followed by a brief section on the student's lapel badges, awarded for positions of responsibility and various prizes, including the mysterious bronze, silver and gold 'Greek' badges. **** I read a little more of the documentation left for me, and read the files on my Clio students: Sakura, Hanna, Martha, Asha, Oulaya, Janine, Afua, Xiuying, Hye-jin and Madeleine. All of them were high achievers with the highest educational qualifications alongside sporting and artistic excellence. The students' family backgrounds were also impressive: Sakura was the daughter of a former Japanese princess, who gave up her title on marriage to Sakura's father, Oulaya was the daughter of a Moroccan prince, Madeleine was the granddaughter of the Count of Paris, and Xiuying was the daughter of a member of the Chinese Politburo. There was a knock at the door. "Come in!" I called. Asha entered, still dressed in her gym kit. I recalled from her file that her mother was a famous Bollywood actress, and her daughter showed all the poise and beauty of a model. Her blue gym kit was little more than a sports bra and knickers, revealing her long, toned legs, narrow waist and smooth stomach, all wrapped in her warm, caramel skin. she was a third-year 'aspirant'; next year she would become a 'royale'. "Sorry, master. I decided to wait before opening the door this time", she began. I rose from my desk, and walked over to her. "Asha, isn't it?" She nodded. I stood at the entrance to the kitchen, and asked her, "Would you like something to drink?" "Ooh, some water would be nice, please." I went into the galley kitchen and poured two glasses of water from a jug in the refrigerator, and suggested we sit down. "Asha, I'm sorry that you saw that earlier", I began. "Please don't worry, master. I know that Saku loves to tease the masters." I wondered about that word 'tease' that Sakura had also used. "Well, it was a little bit more than a tease, wasn't it?" "Mmm... a blowjob", she said casually. "I'm just sorry that you had to see that. It's not the way that I would like to meet a new student, obviously." Asha took her glass of water and downed it, tilting her head back to show her slender throat gulping it all down. "Don't worry, master. I spoke with madame about it..." "You did what?" "She sent me back here to ask you to come up to her office." I didn't know what to say. It was my first day, and I was already being called into my boss's office for sexual indiscretion. **** Asha and I walked side by side up the path to the château. I was trying not to look at Asha's shimmering, caramel body in its graceful gait. She seemed oblivious to her own sensuality and that she was cheerfully marching me to the headteacher's office for a dressing down. On the way we passed chalets marked with the names 'Érato' and 'Euterpe'. Climbing up stone steps, we rounded an ornamental fountain topped with a naked nymph holding a conch aloft. The water bubbled up through the conch, and cascaded down over her round breasts. Another flight of stone stairs led up to the garden doors at the back of the château. Inside was an elegant salon with a grand piano, an open door across the room led to a large foyer with corridors leading off in different directions and an ornate staircase sweeping upwards. Over the stairs hung a large oil painting of an old, bearded man, seated on an ornate chair, wearing red and white robes. I recognised from the information I had read that this was the painting by the Renaissance artist Raphael of Pope Julius II, the patron of this castle. Reaching the first floor, along the landing, we came to a grand door with a brass plaque marked 'Mme MARIE-LUCE FOY, DIRECTRICE'. Asha knocked on the door. "Entrez!" called a voice from inside. Asha opened the door, and gestured that I enter first. Inside was a small office with nondescript administrative furniture. A middle-aged woman with greying brown hair sat at the pine-veneer desk. "Bonjour, Monsieur Harris! Je suis Marie, la secrétaire de Madame Foy." She extended her hand, and I shook it. "S'il vous plaît passer à son bureau", she added as she led me to the connecting door to Emmelle's office. Marie opened the door, and announced, "Monsieur Harris, madame". "Merci, Marie. Envoie-lui, et Asha aussi." I recognised Emmelle's voice. Asha and I entered, and Marie closed the door behind us. The office was large, panelled in mahogany, with a large window looking out over the chalets, the lake and the Alps beyond. Leather armchairs surrounded an unlit fireplace, its mantel bearing thank-you cards from students, with a painting of the château hanging over it. Emmelle sat at her grand desk in the light of the window. "Please come and take a seat", said Emmelle, busy finishing signing paperwork. There were two leather armchairs in front of her desk, so Asha and I took our seats. As I sat I studied Emmelle's face for an indication of what might lie ahead, but she was inscrutable. I stared at her tortoiseshell-frame glasses, remembering coming all over them last night, and then I tried to put that inappropriate thought from my head. She put down her pen, and looked up. "Mr Harris, thank you for coming up to my office." She turned to Asha and added, "Thank you, Asha". She turned back to me, studying me for a moment, before asking, "So, how do you find your new apartment?" "It's beautiful, thank you. I couldn't ask for better", I replied, carefully deciding not to mention Sakura's warm welcome. "I'm glad you like it." She paused, considering how to continue. "Asha has told me about an incident she witnessed between you and Sakura. I have already called Sakura in to speak to me about it, and am considering what I shall do with her. What do you say for yourself?" I shifted uncomfortably, my mouth suddenly dry. "I... I am so sorry to have disappointed you, Emmelle... I mean, madame." I realised that I should address her formally in front of Asha. "Asha has told me that she witnessed you and Sakura engaging in sexual activity, and Sakura admitted to performing fellatio on you. Is this true?" "Madame, please do not punish Sakura for this. It was my fault. I admit to being somewhat tired, and I am finding it difficult to take everything in, and I made a serious error." "Did she fellate you, Mr Harris?" "Yes... I'm afraid she did." "Did you perform any other sexual act?" "No." Asha gave a small cough which caught the attention of her directrice. "Asha, do you have anything to say?" she inquired. "Well, madame, I could see that the master had his fingers in Saku's pussy. That's all", replied Asha. Emmelle shot back at me, "Is this true?" I nodded with downcast eyes. "What do you have to say for yourself, Mr Harris?" "I... I am sorry. This was a serious overstepping of the mark, for which there is no excuse. I am sorry to have let you down so badly." Emmelle stared at me over the top of her glasses. Her silence was a vacuum for dragging out a confession. "I completely understand if you want me to leave immediately. I'll pay for my own flight home, and reimburse the school for any expense. I shall apologize to Sakura for treating her in such a way." There was no way I could afford to pay for what the school must have spent on me so far, but I wanted to make my apology absolutely abject. Emmelle looked down at her papers, and then returned to staring at me in silence. I tried to think of what more I could say without it sounding like an excuse. Eventually she continued, "Mr Harris, do you realise who Sakura is, to what kind of family she belongs?" I nodded, remembering how closely related she was to the Japanese emperor. Emmelle continued, "Did she initiate the sexual activity, or in any way lead you on, Mr Harris?" I thought of Sakura blatantly asking me if I wanted a blowjob, and showing me her cute pussy. I knew I didn't want to get her into trouble, so I replied, "No, I take full responsibility for abusing the power of my position and the trust which you placed in me". School of Love Ch. 01 "What on earth made you do it?" I wasn't sure how I should answer that question. "Madame, I am sorry to say that I was tired, finding it difficult to adjust to new places and people, not quite getting my bearings, and being a bit... well..." I wanted to add 'horny because of you' to trump my litany of excuses, but had to moderate it. "And being... well... somewhat sexually aroused." "Mr Harris, are you suggesting that my sleeping with you last night, and asking you to masturbate me in the boat are to blame for your lewd behaviour with a student?" Asha gasped beside me, as Emmelle recounted our sexual liaison as if it were a charge sheet. "No, of course not, madame. Because of that I feel that I have betrayed you doubly." "So what am I going to do with you, Mr Harris?" Emmelle rose from her chair. I began to stand too, but she gestured that I remain seated. She rounded the desk and perched on its edge facing me. She still wore the navy trouser-suit from this morning. "I have put a lot of time, effort and money into recruiting you, Mr Harris", she declared with her arms crossed over her chest. "From all of the London interviews on — and you slept with Lucy Bakewell too, that should have shown that you are somewhat oversexed!" She paused, exposing me to more silence. There was nothing I could say to that. "It is the aim of this school to impart young women with dignity and self-assurance." She turned to Asha, and said, "Stand up, Asha". Emmelle turned back to me, pointing at Asha, continuing, "Mr Harris, look at Asha. She's 21 years old, and has a beautiful, young body. Are you able to keep your hands off her?" I looked at Asha, and how her minuscule gym slip showcased her gorgeous young body. I was alarmed to sense that my cock was twitching awake at the merest suggestion of getting my hands on Asha. "I know it is wrong, but I admit to finding Asha... and Sakura very attractive." "I am no prude. I do not expect my girls to be immaculate virgins. The aim of this institute is particular. It aims to graduate young women who are sexually liberated and empowered, and the male staff are to be important role models in this." I nodded along, only certain that agreement was the way to go. Emmelle gave a signal to Asha with a flick of her wrist. Asha suddenly unfastened her blue sports bra. Asha's breasts were high and upturned, surmounted by large, chocolate nipples. She tossed her bra onto the chair where she had been sitting. Then she began sliding her gym knickers down, revealing her neatly trimmed little bush. I didn't know where to look, or what to think. This was quickly getting weird. "What... what is this?" I asked, confused, as my cock was quickly rock hard. Emmelle didn't answer, but beckoned the naked Asha to her. She kissed her tenderly, and Asha kissed her back, the kiss growing more passionate. They broke the kiss, and sat side by side on the edge of the mahogany desk, smiling at my confusion. "Master, this school exists to deliver sexually powerful women to the world. We hire masters to train our girls in great sex. We hired you, master, to show every girl in this school what good sex can be like." Emmelle unbuttoned her navy jacket to reveal a sheer ivory camisole underneath. She sucked two fingers, and Asha obligingly parted her legs to let her mistress finger her cunt. "Asha is a hard-working, high-achieving student, and I promised her a reward", Emmelle said to me, marking the prosody of her sentence with short thrusts into Asha's cunt. Then she turned to Asha, saying, "Asha, tell your new master what you requested". Asha looked slightly embarrassed for a woman who was naked and allowing herself to be overtly fingered in front of me. "Master, I asked madame if I could be the first student that you fuck..." I sucked in a deep breath, not quite sure whether I was dreaming or not. When Asha breathed that word 'fuck', Emmelle drove her fingers into Asha's cunt, making Asha moan and throw her head back. Asha continued when she was able, "I was so annoyed at Saku for sucking your cock first, but will you fuck me, master?" I looked at Asha. Her perfect brown eyes were shimmering with desire. I looked at Emmelle, who smiled as she manipulated her student. Emmelle said, "Master, I asked you to fuck me last night to be totally sure that you are right for this job. You are perfect for our needs. Will you give Asha your first tutorial?" I looked from Emmelle to Asha's lithe caramel body, open to pleasure. My cock was fully ready for her. My eyes lingered, and then they returned to my new boss, and I nodded. "Come!" beckoned Emmelle. I rose from the chair and approached. My skin tingled as if there was a powerful current being generated by these two women, one just old enough to be the other's mother. Emmelle drew me into her, taking my right hand and placing it on the interstice between her collarbone and her breast. She wrapped the fingers of her free, left hand behind the nape of my neck and pulled my head down to kiss her. As soon as my lips tasted her my thoughts fogged with lust. I slipped my hand over her breast and kneaded it through the satin. She whispered in my ear, "Master, bring her close with your mouth. Then fuck her to satisfaction. Taste how good she is". Emmelle's right hand rose to my lips and I cleaned her fingers of Asha's sweet rorifluence. Emmelle kissed me once more, and then turned to face her naked student. She guided me over to Asha. "Welcome, master", said Asha, as she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. I eased back on the kiss, and then kissed Asha deeply, but with greater control. I swept my fingers through her thick, black hair, then down over her smooth shoulders, around and under her arms to possess her breasts. I kissed and caressed her, she quivered to my touch, and I felt masterful. My lips moved across her cheek and down her neck. She collapsed back on the desk, and I followed her, leaning over her, with one hand on the desk, the other caressing her firm breasts. As I leant in our crotches came together, and I felt the wool of my trousers dampen from her overflowing cunt. Asha's body was extremely responsive. As I kissed her neck, collarbone and the rise of her breast, she trembled and sighed. Her nipples were like chocolate-coated cherries and tasted like salted caramel. Each kiss, lick or suck on them elicited writhing moans. I spent a good time delighting in her breasts. Never had I known a woman to become quite so aroused by this. My lips moved down across Asha's taut, quivering abdomen and into her neatly manicured crop of pubic hair. The scent rising from between her legs was irresistible. I kissed up over her mound and down into her gratuitously wet and welcoming sex. Her cries became urgent and her breathing erratic, as I watched those breasts I had so thoroughly devoured heave and tremble. With the thick mid-blade of my tongue, I gave Asha gentle, slow licks up the length of her gateway. She quickly settled into my gentle lapping against her sex, softening her cries to mewls of pleasure. Her cunt was a gourmet delight, somewhat savoury, with a hint of sweetness. When I was sure she was ready, I switched to the tip of my tongue, teased it just between her lips, and slid it up her tight opening. "O my God! Yes!" Asha screamed. I laughed at how responsive she was to every touch. I giggled against her cunt, and she moaned some more. I eased her open with repeated intrusions of the apex of my tongue. "O God!" she moaned. With my hands on either side of Asha's cunt, I opened her further. She opened into wings of light brown flesh on either side, and I took one and then the other wing in my mouth and sucked. She writhed at that, moaning "Oh — fuck — my God!", with uncertain syntax. I traced the folds and contours of her opening landscape with my tongue, exploring where my mouth warmed her and where it thrilled her. I resumed long licks up through her entrance, flourishing with a spiral around her emergent clit. Those flourishes resulted in screams of pleasure from Asha. I put my lips to her fourchette, gently sucked, and glided the suction all the way up her, delivering her waves of moaning pleasure. I alternated licking and sucking, and then mixed things up to keep her guessing. I could feel Asha start to build towards her climax, when I felt Emmelle's hand squeeze the back of my neck. I looked up at her, and she beckoned me to her. I half stood, and Emmelle kissed me, tasting Asha's juices on my mouth tongue. Emmelle looked intently into my eyes, as her hands worked on belt. Asha whimpered for her unfinished business beside us. Emmelle tugged my trousers and boxer briefs down, and sunk down before me to take my cock in her mouth. As soon as she had coated the head and shaft of my cock with her saliva, she pulled off, and turned my hips so that my hardness pointed to Asha's open cunt. I stroked Asha's thighs with my hands. Asha looked up at me, sighing, "O God! Fuck me, master!" I pushed the tip of my cock into her. She was very wet but so tight that I had to nudge open her passage inch by inch. I began sliding within her up to half my length. Asha moaned with every shallow thrust I made into her. Encouraged, I pushed deeper and she suddenly yielded to my full length. I admired the Indian beauty laid out below me, fully engaged on my cock. I began servicing her needs with long, slow strokes deep inside her. Asha's moans mounted with every thrust. "He Bhagvan! Meri choot chodie!" Emmelle lay down beside Asha, stroking her hair, whispering to her, "Come for me". I increased speed, leaning forward to grind Asha's clit with each thrust. She screamed out her desire. "O God! O God! O God! Fuck my cunt!" Suddenly Asha's orgasm seized her in screaming convulsions. Emmelle wrapped her in her arms to protect her, while I continued to delve her tightness. Emmelle kissed Asha's lips tenderly as she started to come down from her summit. Emmelle looked up at me, and whispered, "Keep going, master. Make her come again, and then come inside her". As always, Emmelle had given her orders, laid her plan, and I was only too happy to comply. I realised that my strokes had slowed to allow Asha to come more comfortably, and so I began to stoke her more heavily. She whimpered under me, clearly unsure whether she could take much more pleasure. Her wordless entreaties ascended to screams as I fucked her to a second climax. All the while, Emmelle soothed her through her unbearable pleasure. The joy of seeing Asha's beautiful body respond to my every touch and thrust, and writhe like a helpless Indian gazelle under me was far too much. I could feel my balls tightening, and the head of my cock tingling as it grazed her tight passage. It took all the concentration I could muster to bring her to her third flailing orgasm before letting myself release my cum explosively inside her. It was a powerful, passionate lover's orgasm, given to Asha in secret. I bent over Asha to kiss her. Feeling Emmelle's fingers in my hair, I turned to kiss her too. The three of us exchanged kisses back and forth without preference. I eased my cock slowly from Asha's cunt, as she moaned and shook with every little withdrawal. Emmelle stroked Asha's hair. When I had extricated myself, Emmelle whispered to her student, "Asha, put your clothes on, go home and take a shower". I sank back into my chair, pulling my underwear and trousers back on. Asha slowly rose from desk and put her gm kit back on. I watched her beautiful body in motion. Her skimpy clothes hardly diminishing her sensuality. She sank to her knees in front of me, and I kissed her tenderly. "Thank you, master. I look forward to many more tutorials with you." That sentiment was enough for my cock to be almost hard enough for another session. She rose, nodded to Emmelle, and left us. Emmelle was back to perching on the edge of her desk in front of me. Her open jacket the only sign of a slight deviation from propriety. "So, Ben, you know our secret. L'École Château de l'Amour is the school of love, and you are to be our master lover. What do you think of us?" **** This is the end of the first chapter of School of Love. There are more chapters to come. 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