2 comments/ 28566 views/ 3 favorites Amelia and the Tutor Ch. 01 By: AllHeel Her phone vibrated and she flipped the cover. Hi Amelia, what u doing? Amelia grinned and pointed the camera-phone at her skirt. A pair of wide eyes looked up from beneath the tartan material and she snapped the picture and laughed softly. She clicked away at the phone, sending a text along with the picture. The bedside clock ticked, traffic drifted past the window. A few miles away another nineteen year old opened her message. So bored, maths tutor today! She opened the attachment and laughed at the picture of a terrified looking middle aged man's face obscured by her friend's skirt, judging by the deep red of his forehead and the way his eyes were bulging out she judged he had been there for some time. "Ugh" Amelia said and looked down at her tutor. "I'm bored of this phone" She said. "You have to press so many buttons just to send a silly little picture." He looked up at her, searching for an answer. "Hey!" said Amelia, flicking his head and watching the white spots her finger left fade back to a beetroot red. "Are you listening?" She lifted her skirt up. His nose and mouth were crushed into her satin panties, she raised herself of him just enough and he gasped and spluttered. "Hey!" Shouted Amelia, "My phone is atrocious!" She emphasised this by hitting him in the head with the phone. He blinked and hoovered up the small slice of air she had left between her crotch and his mouth. He stared at her as the colour returned to his face, spluttering and gasping. "So? What are you going to do about it?" She taunted, she could almost see the cogs turning as he came back to life. She rolled her eyes, "Well?" She demanded, pinching his nose shut. "What are you going to do about my shitty phone?" "Buy you a new one." Squeaked Mr Daniels "What?" "Buy you a new one." He said a little louder, still out of breath. "Oh my god" She said, desperation crept over his face as he searched for the answer to please her "Buy you two phones?" He meekly offered. "I don't want two phones; I want one that works quickly and properly, unlike you. Buy me a new phone what?" "Princess" he said brightly, relieved to of found the correct answer. Her weight shifted on him, her smooth bare skin brushed his face and her scent overwhelmed him. She settled back onto his face, her skirt rustled and she sighed. "Say it again." "Minfsuss" his muffled response coursed through her crotch. "Again!" She moaned and rocked on top of his face, he screamed "Princess" into her satin panties again and again and she yelled in pleasure, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling until his eyes watered. When she had finished she leaned back and exhaled slowly in pleasure while he sucked in air with desperation. She let go of his hair and sneered at the sweat on her hand. She rolled off him and ordered him off her bed. He staggered across the room. "Where are you going?" "I don't know princess." "That's because I haven't told you." "Yes princess." She stood up and straightened her outfit, thin black socks, short tartan skirt and a tight black top. He stood watching her, waiting to be told what to do as she delicately lifted her skirt and inspected the material of her panties. "You slobbered all over these you useless old man" She glared at him accusingly. "Sorry princess, I'll wash them for you." He offered. "They have loser spit all over them, why would I want them now? So I can clone a retard? I want new ones." "Yes princess" He nodded in agreement as if there was a choice. "Get on your knees." She smiled as he got down with a grunt. She sat on the bed and coolly crossed her legs; looking him in the eye as she wriggled free of her underwear and let them hang from the end of one foot. She hooked a finger at him. Hypnotised by the swaying satin he crawled towards her. When he got close enough she raised her foot and let the panties hover over his face. He looked up like a wounded dog. She lowered the satin, letting it brush his nose, idly rubbing his crotch with her other foot. His eyes were torn between the panties, her foot and the chance of a glimpse up her skirt. She finally raised her foot above his head and clicked her fingers. "Wallet" was all she needed to say and he squeezed his hand into his pocket. His trousers had grown considerably tighter since the start of their lesson. He thought about the blue pills he used to have to take in order to make love to his wife. He had not needed one since meeting Amelia. From their first lesson he had been in love with her. He had stopped dead in the doorway of the room they were supposed to take their lessons in; perhaps subconsciously unsure he was allowed to be in the same room as such a woman. Delicate features, almost golden hair, a perfect body. Most alluring and indeed intimidating were her eyes, a deep brown that, when caught by the light glinted red. He had learnt in his time with her that they burned red when angry, aroused or struck by mischief. And in that first lesson they watched him, softly burning as he stumbled over a clumsy introduction to the play they were to study. With hindsight he realised she had been watching him with a coiled amusement. And so his days and nights since had been spent in an erotic stupor. Admittedly one of torment, but at the hands of Amelia this was more satisfying to him than the most uninhibited night spent with any woman he had known before. He dug out the wallet and handed it to her. "Nooo, no no." She taunted, nestling the satin panties on his head and lifting them away from him. "How do pay piggies pass me my wallet?" He put the leather wallet between his teeth and shuffled closer to her on his knees. This wasn't his first time. She took the panties in her hand and crossed her legs and he dropped the wallet into her lap and lingered there. She slapped him once on the cheek. "Stop sniffing at me." "I wasn't." She slapped him again. "Of course you were Mr Daniels" And she brushed her panties over his face. She threw the panties across the room and giggled. "Fetch" And he rumbled after them. She casually flicked through his wallet, looking over his plain worn out cards with distaste and sneering at the picture of him, smiling in a Hawaiian shirt with his wife and daughter. She knew the girl from school; she had been a year above Amelia and looked down her nose at her. Amelia looked at her smiling back from the photograph, and then looked over to her middle aged father, on all fours on her bedroom floor with his nose buried in her discarded underwear. "Thank you princess" He squeaked from across the room. She looked at Mr. Daniels, the panties held to his chest in reverence, and smiled sweetly at him. "You're welcome Mr. Daniels" She waved the wallet. "I'm going to need a really nice pair in return, too good for the likes of you to ever see." A car pulled onto the drive outside. Amelia whirled off the bed and looked through the blind. "My mother's home early" She told him and he started to panic. "Straighten yourself out and try to hide that pathetic little stiffy" She ordered coolly. They walked downstairs, in the frosted glass of the front door they could see Amelia's' mother lifting bags from the car boot. She pointed to the table, the books and his satchel in the exact position they had been in when her mother left that morning. He lumbered over to the table and she noticed he was still very red faced and walking painfully. She breathed out slowly and opened the front door with a smile. "Hi mum! You're back early." "Cheryl cancelled our lunch, so I just went to the supermarket instead." "Is she okay?" "I don't know, something about her husband's bank account. Her card was refused and she was too embarrassed. Help me with these bags" Amelia tried to remember which of her friends had their perfectly manicured nails into Cheryl's husband, and how far along he was to ruination. She glanced back through the window at the shape of her tutor packing away his worn out satchel and thought what small fry he really was, compared to some of the sugar daddies she could cultivate amongst her mother's social group. She took a bag and carried it inside, her mother following behind her. "Mr Daniels? You're still here?" Her mother said with surprise when she saw the tutor packing away his things. "Oh, he stayed behind to help me with some background to the play; the online test is coming up." "I'll only charge for the hour I said I would do" Mumbled Mr Daniels, still looking flustered. Amelia's' mother looked him up and down before smiling brilliantly. "Not at all, you've been very helpful to my daughter." She counted out fifty pounds from her purse and he humbly accepted it. "Let yourself out, we'll see you next week." And she walked into the kitchen. Amelia sidled up to him and slid his wallet into his pocket, breathing heavily in his ear. "You still owe me a shopping trip Mr. Daniels." "Yes princess." He whispered. Amelia's' mother called her into the kitchen, she pushed the satin panties into Mr. Daniels hand and he fumbled them into his satchel. "How nice for you, to get paid a little extra this week." "Please" He whispered. "Take it." "You would do that for me?" She taunted. "Yes, yes I want you to have it." And he held out the money. She tapped his nose with her sharp nail. "Is that how we hand our princess her money?" He looked pleadingly at her as her mother called for her again. She took the money and shoved it in his mouth and he sank to the floor and begged her to take his wages. "This doesn't get you out of taking me pantie shopping" He nodded eagerly, a man in a deep hole begging to keep digging. She tucked the money away in her sheer bra and blew him a kiss, turning on her heel so her skirt lifted up to the dimples of her bottom. He staggered out of the front door, the day felt hotter than it was and the sound of a sprinkler on the lawn disorientated him until he thought he would vomit, but he found his car and slumped at the steering wheel, not knowing whether to cry, masturbate or drive off a bridge. An old man watering his lawn was watching him with a curious look. He started his car and drove with the exaggerated caution of a drunk. Amelia walked into her kitchen; her mother was putting away the shopping bags, her heels brisk on the kitchen tiles. "Your tutor was here for a long time." "Yes, he gave me some notes on social hierarchy in Italy at the time of the play." "Social hierarchy?" Amelia took a sip of juice from the new carton, and pulled off a piece of fresh bread from the loaf her mother had just bought. Her mother tutted. "Get a glass." "The society they lived in fuelled the jealousy and prejudice that instigated the drama." "And you couldn't just look up those things on the internet?" "Wikipedia mother? I want my essay to stand out. Why else pay for a tutor?" "That's not what I'm saying." Amelia rolled her eyes as she chewed some more bread. "It's so ridiculous that I even have to do this essay, such a waste of my summer. I had the highest marks in my class." Her mother handed her a glass. "You did, Amelia, and then you decided to take a gap year, sit on beaches and go to parties for a year, which universities take as a flighty attitude to studies, which is why you are being asked for proof of a certain academic standard." "I know." "And it is nice of your tutor to stay on for an extra lesson, but be wary." "What do you mean?" Her mother frowned at her. "There are a lot of things a man will do for a beautiful young girl or for the opportunity of time with her." "Oh?" Said Amelia and took another handful of bread. "I'm sure Mr. Daniels isn't like that." "You can be very innocent sometimes Amelia" Said her mother and closed the cupboard door. Late that night the tutor lay in bed listening to the rhythm of his wife's snoring. She slept with her back to him in a crumpled t shirt. Somewhere on the street a dark barked and it echoed of some unseen brick. He peeled the sheets back and put one foot on the floor. His wife snorted in response and settled again, he slid out of bed and crept to the door; he looked back at the dark shape of his wife and went out onto his landing. The air was cool and he trod softly, padding past his daughters room. A floorboard creaked like an animal scream and he cringed, ducking into his cramped study. A street light filtered through the room, over his lonely little desk, the boxes of books and clothes and his wife's abandoned cross trainer. A clean line of orange light rested on his satchel, hanging from the back of his chair. For anyone to go through the bag would mean someone in his house being interested in him at all. He closed his eyes and slid his hand in, past the hard edges of notebooks, pens and loose papers, the everyday jags of his life, until his hand brushed something soft, something expensive, something otherworldly. He pinched the fabric, ran a finger over the ruffled edges. The satin panties leapt at his hand, caressing him, exciting him. His heart was pounding. On impulse he carried them into the bathroom and locked the door. And so that was the rhythm of his week, when he was alone in his kitchen he would kiss the square in the calendar, July the third, his next lesson with Amelia. Every night he took sanctuary in her panties, they took him away from his shoebox house, his bored wife and ungrateful daughter. Amelia had unlocked something inside him that he had not known about, but she had, he saw now that from the first moment they were together she had sensed his deepest desires and weakness and had effortlessly manipulated them. He was besotted with her, every penny he had earned from his tutoring job had gone on her and she spent them on frivolous beautiful things. He had not failed to notice that she had packages delivered to her house all the time and almost always wore brand new clothes. She had so casually dominated him; he could not fathom the levels she operated on. She was the girl he would never have, the girl he never could of had at any age or stage of his life, and at his age this was a lesson he had learnt well, so to be allowed in the same room as her, to lick the days sweat from her feet, to kiss her perfect bottom and be smothered between her legs was an easy compromise. He had always suspected he was a complete loser, and had tried to carry himself in spite of it, but she had come along and confirmed what he was. A nineteen year old had made a grown man kneel and degrade himself for her amusement, and had freed him from any presumptions of manliness. He sleepwalked through the rest of his lessons that week, detesting the students simply not for being her, and then it was the third of July and he woke to birds singing. He drove slowly to her house. The day was already hot, and after a few minutes of deep breathing in his car he was knocking at her door. She was waiting for him in the study downstairs. When he entered she smiled and greeted him sweetly. He could hear her mother pottering in the kitchen so played along, sitting opposite her and getting out his books. "So what are we doing today?" Amelia asked happily. He paused and searched her face for a hidden meaning. "Um" he stammered, "Anything you say, princess." She laughed and looked at him with curiosity. "You're the tutor" She said and giggled. "You're supposed to tell me what to do." Her mother's heels clipped across a tile somewhere, he played along. "Well we need to look at the historical context of the play, because this could be useful in your final essay." "The one I submit to the university?" "Yes, Princess. So I made some notes about Venice, about the military structure and the social hierarchy at the time." She took the notes from him and started to read. Her mother knocked at the door and came in. "Hello Mr Daniels, sorry to interrupt, Amelia I'm going out for the rest of the day, I might be back as late as nine so I left some money in the kitchen." "Is there any food in the kitchen, Mother?" Amelia asked and her mother frowned at her. "There's pasta in the cupboard, and enough money for you to order something." Her voice was tight. "Settle into your lesson. Mr Daniels can I pay you now?" She handed him a few notes and he thanked her. She left the room and he watched Amelia reading. The sun through the window tangled in her blonde hair. The front door shut and his stomach tightened. The car started and drove away and his heart started to beat faster, expecting to be lead upstairs and tortured until Amelia was bored. His cock had stiffened when the mother had announced she would be out until late, imagining the time he had to spend with the girl he adored, cruel and perfect. But she continued to read, taunting him silently and sweetly, brushing the end of her pencil against her pink lips from time to time. When she finished her reading he asked a few easy questions, she answered them and made a few observations about the play. She was such an attentive pupil he began to wonder if in fact this had all been a degraded fantasy of his and by the time his hour was up he felt completely ashamed and bewildered. It was obvious by her comments and insights into the play she was supremely intelligent and he was unsure why she would even need a tutor. She looked at the watch on her slender wrist and told him the hour was up. "I could stay a little longer, if you would like." He offered "Oh that's okay, it was quite a good lesson, and I rather think we have done enough." She yawned, her mouth forming a tiny 'o' and her arms above her head pulling her blouse tight against her breasts. "I could stay and do some chores for you, anything." "There's nothing I need you to do Mr Daniels." She said innocently. He couldn't take any more of this new torture; he threw himself to the floor, on his knees in front of her. She looked down at him in bemusement. "Princess please! Please tell me what to do, I'm yours, I'm all yours." He had tears in his eyes and his head was spinning, she sat with her legs crossed dangling her trainer from her foot. "Whatever do you mean Mr Daniels?" He grabbed his fee from the table and crawled to her feet with it in his mouth. She pushed him away and stood up, her trainer had fallen off and he held it up for her. She took it from him and frowned. "I think you should leave" She said. "What about your money?" "I should rather think you need your fee Mr Daniels" She glared down at him as she slipped on her trainer. "After all, don't you have a wife to support, and a daughter? About my age?" She sauntered out of the room and he gathered up his belongings, bewildered, and left. And so another week went by, this one spent in the fresh mire of rejection. Far less tantalising than the enslavement and humiliation, but this was emptiness, hours lying awake trying to think what he had done or not done. This was matched by the time he spent cursing himself, aiming barbs at himself he had come to rely on Amelia for. He was a zombie in every other lesson he took, forgetting textbooks, and the names of students. He worshipped her panties while his family snored around him. His daughter showed him adverts for used cars and he looked at the price tag and tried to guess what he could buy for Amelia. Amelia and the Tutor Ch. 02 The last lesson before the university clearance test and he walked up her drive with a huge smile on his face. His satchel was a little fuller than usual. He was freshly showered and his clothes were ironed, a part of him realised how pathetic he must seem, a grown man dressing as if on a date for the first time. He rang the bell and there was no answer, he rang patiently for five minutes. After another twenty minutes he began to sag, his shoulders dropped and creases began to form in his blazer. He was about to leave when Amelia's blond hair bobbed into view over the top of the hedgerow. She jogged onto the drive and slowed to a walk when she saw him. Her hair was tied into a pony tail and she wore a tight black lycra top and black lycra shorts. A passing car lost control and skidded onto the curb as she sashayed toward him. "I forgot you were coming." She said with no hint of apology, a mere statement. She was slightly out of breath and sweat glistened over her body. "Sorry." He blurted, his confidence shattered by her appearance. The car in the street started up again and slowly drove away. He followed her into the house, gulping in eyefuls of her bottom wriggling through the lycra. Her calves curved out with graceful power. "I'm not quite sure why my mother booked a lesson for today, the essay is due Saturday and I nearly have it completed." "Oh, well perhaps I should look over it." He offered. "I have to say I'm not quite sure why my mother thought I would need a tutor. But the university does have a silly little rule about gap year students having to pass an extra test, despite my excellent grades." Amelia rounded on him. " There were times, at the start of our lessons, when I could have burst out laughing. Some of the things you said, your reading of the play, were just so dull and half baked; sometimes you even quoted York notes as a source. And you have the nerve to charge my mother for it? Not to mention the majority of the time you were trying to see up my skirt, looking at my breasts. The lack of understanding and the lazy recycling of ideas and you pass that down to young people and make a living from it. I think that's why I first decided to sit on your face, just to shut you up." He was shaking now, she stared at him with her brown eyes burning, reddish hazel, she dabbed at her face with a fluffy towel. He shoved his hand into his satchel and held out the phone; he had wrapped it with a bow. She took it from him with little interest. The doorbell rang, a large shadow across the frosted glass. "Answer the door." She said. A tall, handsome man stood at the door. He stared at the tutor and saw Amelia over his shoulder. He pushed Mr Daniels to one side and stepped into the house. " Richard?" Amelia said. "My mother's away." "I'm not here for her." He said gruffly. "Oh?" Asked Amelia and coyly bit her lip. "Who's this?" Asked Richard, gesturing at Mr Daniels. "My tutor." Said Amelia, playing with her hair and giggling, she became girlish and flushed. "Well tell him to get lost, I can't stop thinking about you, all week. You got me so worked up when I stayed over last weekend, wriggling past me in a towel while I tried to eat breakfast with your mother." He pointed at the present in her hand. "What's that?" "Mr Daniels has been buying me nice things; he knows how to treat a girl." Amelia put her hand on the tutors shoulder, who cowered by the bannisters as the man studied him. Richard leered at Amelia and grabbed his crotch. "I know how to treat a girl." She giggled and jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He grabbed her bottom and swung her around and they kissed long and hard. Mr Daniels started to the door, tears in his eyes. "Wait." Called Amelia, the cold authority back in her voice. She was still in the clutches of Richard, who was nuzzling her breasts and groaning. She released herself from the man's clutches and slid down him, "Wait for me upstairs, I have to deal with my tutor." She breathed at him, rubbing the bulge in his trousers. "I'll take you here and now." He snarled. "I'm all sweaty from my run." "Good, don't shower, I want to sell you on my skin for the rest of the day, and I want my wife to taste you later when she sucks my cock." "Wait for me upstairs." She whispered, kissing him softly. He grinned at Mr Daniels, the triumph of an alpha male, and the lesser man stood bright red and trembling. Amelia smiled as he walked upstairs, and then rolled her eyes. "Such an alpha" She said. "Frightfully dull." She wrapped the tutors tie around her hand and pulled him close. "Useful though." She smiled cruelly, "I remember when I was a little younger, eighteen, and tired of playing with boys and I came home from college. It sounded as if my poor mother was being murdered, I rushed up the stairs to her room and there she was, her legs in the air, her eyes rolling back in her head as he ploughed her with the biggest cock I have ever seen. She didn't see me, she wouldn't of noticed if the entire roman army marched through the room, but he did, looked right at me and fucked her even harder, and the next chance I got I was bent over that bed. Don't let him intimidate you though, I have him under just as much control as you, it's just that with a gorilla like him you can't let them think they are controlled, their egos simply won't allow it, and I do need him to function. Be careful though, he is a jealous type, even to know you have had a sniff of me would be enough to set him off. I remember the poor nervous boy I took to the prom, as a favour to my mother's best friend, the beating he gave him, and the poor skinny boy was squealing and begging me to help. I must have absentmindedly told him I would be in that hotel room alone, and when he found that boy there, nervously fondling my breasts, well, that was a long night. Timmy was unconscious for a good part of it; it was only our rather athletic fucking that bought him round. Poor Timmy, never been quite the same, sworn to secrecy of course, helps that I have some rather embarrassing photos of him." "Shall we reschedule the lesson?" Was all he could think to ask. He wanted to leave now, all elements of a game were beginning to fall away to something sinister. Amelia smiled at him, her face close to his. She kissed him lightly on the cheek, and looked upstairs, the shower was running. "No." She said finally, "Why on earth would I want you to leave?" Richard walked into her room with the steam from the shower pouring off him. He folded his clothes over a chair and stood with a towel wrapped around his waist. She sat on the bed watching his muscles. "I do wish you would let me shower first." "Believe me, you look perfect." She twirled her hair in her fingers and looked away. "But my mother is always so manicured and perfumed when she...receives you." The bulge in his towel started to form, she glanced casually at it. He picked up a stuffed bear from the dressing table and sneered. "A little old for this sort of thing aren't you?" "That's Mr Wriggles, he's my oldest friend." "Jesus Amelia. You are so fucked up." He grabbed his crotch. "Are you jealous of my bear?" She teased. He grabbed each end of the toy and started to twist the head, Amelia feigned horror. She pulled the towel from his waist and his erection sprang up. On her knees she sank her lips around the head and pushed her head forward until it made her gag. There was still enough room for her to wrap one hand around the base and she started wanking him into her mouth, fondling his balls with her other hand. He threw the bear into a corner and grabbed at her ponytail, as if to take control of the act. He made groaning animal noises as he came close to cumming, Amelia pulled her head back and he pushed it back down on his cock. She squeezed his balls and he jumped back. "Fucking hell, be careful woman!" She looked up at him and licked her lips. "You were losing control." She said in a matter of fact tone as he stare down at her in anger. "And I want to fuck." She held his stare and he looked away, breathing out slowly "Well I've got more than one in me; you know I like to do it in the moment." "Of course you do, but I don't want to wait around for you to get a second wind, my tutors waiting downstairs." "That odd little man is still here? What's his deal anyway, a tutor who buys you presents, Amelia don't tell me..." "Of course not, do you think I would lower myself to a grubby, penniless little beetle like him?" She kissed his cock and brushed her thumb along the base, he grabbed at her head again and she ducked out of the way. "I like real men, alpha males with big cocks and lots of money, but if he wants to buy me things and dream a hopeless little dream, well it would simply be cruel to deny him such a simple pleasure." "And it wouldn't take me any time at all to get my second wind." "Well you're hardly a young man anymore are you?" "Tell me if any of your young men can do to you what I'm about to." He threw her onto the bed and pulled off her shorts, she was naked underneath and he dived between her legs. She took off her top and lay back, grabbing handfuls of his hair and gasping. She looked down at him and smiled to herself, thinking how reluctant he had once been to use his tongue on her, but now he loved every second of it. She patted him on the head and he mumbled through her pubic hair. She thought about all the things eventually he would come to love, when the training path he had unwittingly stumbled upon lead them there. For now she enjoyed the tantalising sensation that soon, he would be fucking her, hard and angry. He was firmly under the belief that she was another cock hungry young girl waiting to be told what to do by a man. He started to suck at her breasts and clumsily finger her, she moaned and bucked and affected a little tremble as she raised her hands to stroke his face. They kissed, she tasted herself all over him. "If he ever got the wrong idea......she whispered in his ear." "Who?" He panted, his eyes glazing over in lust. She ran her hand along his bicep and bit her lip. "The tutor, if he ever tried anything." "He wouldn't dare." Snarled Richard. "But if he did, make an advance, or suggest I lead him on by letting him buy me things. Does it make me a bad person?" He put his cock between her legs, pressing the head against her glistening lips. "If anyone paws at you, then you simply call me." "What would you do?" He rubbed his cock against her. "I'd rip him from limb to limb, and you have no idea. What I did to your little prom date would be nothing compared." "Poor Timmy." She giggled. "Didn't he squeal? I suppose the tutors harmless enough, he does buy me nice things." "I'll buy you things." Gasped Richard as he entered her, she closed her eyes and put her head back, her golden hair spread out around her. "You deserve jewels." "Oh yesssssss.....Oh Richard......" "You deserve it all..." "Give it to me Richard; give me all of it....." He ploughed into her, her legs wrapped around him. The bedsprings groaned and Amelia screamed, the mattress bounced up and down. They changed positions, she sat on top of him and rode hard, as if she was determined to break the bed, he whispered her name, she squealed in delight, the bed hung on for dear life. They finished on their knees, him taking her from behind and fondling her pert breasts as he was inside her, she leaned back and rested her head against his chest. He pulled out and roared as he came all over the length of her back and it ran down between her buttocks. She lay on her front gasping. He picked up the towel from the floor and offered it to her. "I made a real mess of your back." She was flushed, but still smiled brilliantly at him. "Be a darling and mop it up for me? I don't think I could reach it all." "Okay." He said frowning at the task, and set to dabbing his cum from her back. It had dribbled in large amounts into her buttocks but when he started to dab at them she pushed his hand away. "You can leave that bit, I like to feel it harden and crack in my panties, especially as I'll be having dinner with mother later, my delicious secret." "You are so fucked up." He slapped her bottom and laughed. "So says the man fucking his mistress's daughter." "Don't tease me Amelia, I don't like it, especially not from a girl." "Ohhh sweetie, you don't like being teased by girls?" She crawled on top of him, he tried to push her off but was tired from their arduous fucking. She put his hands on her breasts and grinned at him. She was rubbing herself against his cock and it grew beneath her. "You do like being teased after all." "I haven't got time to go again, I've already been here too long." "Will your wife be suspicious?" She flicked the tip of his penis and he flinched. "Amelia I have to go." "All this talk of second winds Richard?" "Fine, you little bitch." He pulled her down to him, and pushed his cock into her. She laughed and started to ride on top of him. When he tried to change positions she pinned his arms above him and rode harder, he did his best to keep up and when he finally came inside her she continued to fuck him, grating his hips deep into the mattress, he was sweating and trembling now, his strong thighs started to feel empty and his arms could no longer fight her grip. His cock grew soft and she cooed and teased him, until finally she arched over him with a loud orgasm. When she climbed off him he was too exhausted to be angry, but she made an effort to soothe his bruised ego. "I knew you could fuck like a teenager." She said, and he laughed in relief between frantic pants. She kissed and nuzzled him like a ravaged woman and let him reclaim some of his masculinity as he held her and listened to her coo with pleasure. Eventually Richard got up to leave. For a fraction of a second he thought his legs would fold beneath him as he started down the stairs. Amelia followed him down and they kissed at the door. "Are you really going to make your wife suck your cock before you shower?" She asked. "I want her to taste you on me." He said "You're so naughty Richard, what if she notices?" "I'm tired of hiding, fuck it all. You know in a couple of months I'll be away at a conference for a whole week, up north." "How ghastly." "Not if we bunkered down in a hotel room together. I only have to attend the first day, and then we have the whole week together, fucking and ordering room service." "Shouldn't my mother get first refusal?" "I can't keep stealing the odd hour with you; you'll be off to university soon." "Worried you'll lose me to a younger man?" She kissed him. "Huh." He scoffed. "Come or don't, I don't think I'll have much trouble finding someone to keep me company in my four star suite." "Four stars? How sumptuous." Mocked Amelia, "I'll bear it in mind." She got up on her tip toes and kissed him on the lips. She grinned at his efforts to stride to his car, wobbling slightly and pretending to kick at a divot in the path. He drove away and she closed the door and sighed. She tightened her short silk robe and went to the fridge, taking a long drink of juice from the bottle. The sky outside had turned grey and rainy. She smiled at this, such a dreary scene and yet her life was so much fun. She sauntered back upstairs and into her room. She picked up Mr Wriggles and kissed him on the nose. "Did the mean man hurt you?" She asked and a muffled grunt came from beneath the bed. She laughed and set the bear down on the side. She rearranged her pillows and bed sheets and looked around the room, she gathered up her jogging outfit and dropped it in her laundry basket. When she was satisfied the room was tidy she walked to the end of the bed and reached underneath it, grabbing a pair of ankles. She dragged the tutor from beneath the bed and laughed at the ridiculous spectacle he made. He looked up at her with bulging eyes, his wrists securely fastened together with her sweaty sports bra, his ankles tied together with his own neck tie, and best of all her thong balled up and shoved into his mouth to serve as a gag. He mumbled something at her and she laughed when she saw the imprint of the bedframe across his cheek and forehead. He was dazed and sore, as she had intended the mattress had crushed and pounded into him as he felt the full force of his princess being fucked by a superior man. She pulled the thong out of his mouth and he moaned. "Princess, I think I have a concussion, and my eye feels bruised." She examined him and agreed. "That's going to come up as a real shiner." "What will I tell my wife?" He whimpered. "Tell her the truth, one of your students enslaved you simply with a sniff of her arse, and now you are a toy to her. Or perhaps think of something else? But don't burden me with your problems, I just treated you to front row seats to quite a show, and all you can think to do is complain?" "Sorry princess." He mumbled. She looked at him and in one quick movement stamped barefoot on his crotch. He sat up in agony, his cock had been stiff the whole time he was under the bed, almost crushed beneath the mattress. She grabbed him around the neck, gone was the coy nineteen year old, here was the woman who had enslaved him. "You're only sorry." She said with her eyes burning into his, "When I make you sorry." She let go of him and he fell to the floor. She stood over him and dipped her toes into his mouth; he set about cleaning each toe, salty with sweat. She dragged her feet one at a time against his outstretched tongue from heel to toe. "You've been spending all of your pennies on me haven't you?" "Yes princess!" He gasped, almost able to see up her robe. She picked up the little paper bag from her table and clicked her fingers. She glared at his confusion. "That means get on your knees." He shuffled and wriggled, limbs tied together until he was up on his knees. She tied her hair back into a ponytail and stood over him while unwrapping her gift. He watched her face carefully, desperate to make her happy. After what he had just experienced he felt like he was floating, released from all pretence of masculinity, it was the most humiliating experience of his life and yet the most liberating, and a smile on the face of Amelia was all the reward he needed. She turned the phone over in her hand, her face not revealing anything. "Does it have all of the newest features?" "The lady at the shop told me it was the latest one." "How many gigabytes of music can I have?" "Thirty two, Princess, she said that was a lot." "A girl at my gym has sixty four, that is the standard, and I don't like the colour. Black is so boring." "I put some extra covers in the bag princess." She looked. "Oh yes, so you did. Hmm, the red one is okay I suppose, put it on for me." "My hands are tied." "Yes I can see that. You really are useless." "If you untie me, then...." "No, I want you tied up for a little longer, so black will have to do for now, and that sounded awfully like an order." She slapped him hard across the face, and then pressed her thumb into the mark the bedsprings had left in his forehead. "How many calls can I make on this thing?" "Unlimited, princess." He howled as she dug her thumb into the sore groove. "And if it goes over I just pay a little more." "So the bill gets sent to you?" "Yes princess..." "Does your daughter have this model?" "No.. Last years..." "See it stays that way, save yourself some money, she can't have the same phone as me do you understand?" "Yes princess." Amelia and the Tutor Ch. 02 "I am only thinking of your wallet darling." His cock sprang to life. He had never heard her use such an affectionate term towards him as long as he had known her, it made everything worthwhile and he breathed a sigh of relief. She turned the phone over in her hand and smiled. "It will do" She declared, and kissed him on the head. Her robe fell open and her breast brushed against his nose. She pinched his chin and kissed him again, softly on the cheek. There were tears of joy in his eyes. "I saw a pink case with diamante lining." "Please may I buy it for you princess?" Yes. We'll do a little internet shopping in a while. She spun around and her robe wafted up to the dimples of her buttocks. She picked up the thong she had used as his gag and sneered at it. "You've drooled all over another pair of my knickers, my sports thong will need replacing, plus the pair you drooled on the last time." "Yes princess, of course." His voice was hoarse from trying to please her. She stood in front of him and fitted the thong on top of his head. "Since I've been so nice, letting you buy me things, perhaps you could do something for me?" "Yes princess, anything." "Anything?" "Yes princess." She turned around and grabbed his head, pushing her bottom out. "That beast made an awful mess on your princess, and I want you to lick it up." "His..." "Seed, call it what you will its drying on my bottom and I want every last bit gone." She pushed is head into her bottom and he gasped. The stifling sweaty aroma mixed with her lovers cum took his breath away but he was too weak to pull away. He licked for dear life, the flesh musty and salty to the taste. He licked until it no longer tasted of salt, he must of swallowed most of the man's cum but still he licked until she released him. He panted for breath and she settled on the bed, face down she shed her robe and gently hooked a finger at him. "Take it slow now Mr Daniels, and get me cleaner than I have ever been down there." He slowly licked every part of her bottom, the smooth firm buttocks and the pink flesh between, tangy and intoxicating. Eventually she shooed him away and he sat in a daze, his heart pounding, his tongue covered in another man's cum and Amelia's scent. When she finally waved him away his head was pounding and he crawled to a corner of the room. She lay quietly with her head on the pillow, yawning. She flicked her hair back and smiled at him. "Get my wallet." He found his wallet and held it out to her. "I'm not ready for it yet." She declared and yawned, she clicked her fingers and the edge returned briefly to her voice. "Put it in your mouth. And don't you dare shuffle about and wake me up." With that she settled on folded arms. He stayed perfectly still, wallet between his teeth, the carpet burning his knees. There was nowhere he would rather have been. He watched her lightly doze, her naked body gently moving up and down, the sunlight tangled in her hair. Cars passed by, a neighbour cut his lawn, the slow rhythm of the mower fell in sync with Amelia's breathing. His back ached fiercely, his jaw was clamped around the wallet and cramping. He felt prickles of sweat begin to explore his forehead and form into drips that's fell from his eyebrows. He chanced a movement, one swipe at his forehead and felt the deep grooves across his face from the bed springs, a swollen brook of sweat. He wondered about the state of his face, and thought about his wife for the first time that day. He looked out of the window, at the houses across the street. He listened to the cars pass and thought that out there in the world were his wife and his home and in front of it all lay Amelia, the sunlight tangled in her hair and flaring along the edges of her naked body. Eventually Amelia stirred and yawned and Mr Daniels straightened up, still biting down on his wallet, kneeling in the corner of her room. She sat up amongst the white sheets and smiled, stretching as she yawned, her breasts rising and her stomach muscles tightening. He followed her with his eyes as she gathered up her robe and walked past him. He listened to the shower, to her happy singing and he imagined her soaping her body. Eventually the water stopped and she came padding into the room, wrapped in a towel. The edges of his smile curled over the wallet. She leaned into him, the towel split and revealed her thigh, and her wet hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She lightly touched the tip of his nose and he blinked. She casually removed her towel and wrapping it around his head. "Mr Daniels, it is so delightfully easy to make you sweat!" She rubbed her wet towel over his face. When he pulled it away she was stood at her dresser, choosing underwear. She held up various pairs in all manner of styles, eventually settling on a simple black thong and a shiny black bra. She checked herself in the mirror, smoothing down the underwear. "How I look?" She casually asked over her shoulder and he sputtered, tripping over his words to try to adequately praise her. "Like a goddess, perfect, it's an honour just to be in your presence." "Yes, yes" She said bring my wallet over here. He crawled over to her, she pointed him to her desk. "Move the seat away, the leather sticks to my skin." He did as he was told and she pushed him down on all fours, sideways to the desk, and sat on him like a bench. He felt her smooth body wriggle into his back. She pulled the wallet from his mouth and patted him on his head and he decided that finally he was in his correct place and felt completely relaxed. Soon his legs and arms began to tremble, he was not a fit man, but he did his best to stay still for her. She tutted a few times and slapped his behind if he moved too much as she clicked through the website of a lingerie shop. When she had finished she tossed his wallet to the floor and he stared at it as she shifted her weight on top of him. She stood up and he felt a burning patch on his back and knew it was the mark of her bottom fading away. "I took the liberty of ordering a few more items for myself, some lovely lace topped stockings and suspender sets. I'll need them for my stay with Richard, he likes me in nice things." Mr Daniels looked up at her, his cheeks burning. "Don't look so glum Mr Daniels, you may not get to see me in them but at least you have the privilege of buying me nice things, plus I'm quite sure Richard will be grateful, perhaps when I return I will send you a pair, all stained and ripped, just to show the extent of Richards gratitude. Oh and I decided to have them delivered to your house, with a note attached, 'Amelia, my princess.' Simple but elegant, don't you think?" "Yes princess." "Oh and I may of addressed the package to your wife, her name on the parcel. So if she sees it before you...well I'm not married so I don't know how these things work." "But..." He sputtered in horror. "Are you okay? you seem to of gone rather pale." "Did it say when the package would arrive?" "Oh I don't pay attention to such tiresome details" She waved her hand dismissively. "It should come before my essay is due, you can give it to me then." She applied pink lipstick evenly and inspected herself in the mirror. "I'll have to wait by the front door every day, I have to go to work." "Don't worry, Mr Daniels." She stroked his cheek and kissed him lightly on the forehead, leaning in close she whispered. "If your wife gets the parcel before you do, and suspects we are having an affair, then I'll merely explain to her that she is mistaken. And then I will explain the true nature of our arrangement, or perhaps paint a picture of you as a lovesick old man, bombarding an innocent student with inappropriate gifts. Feeling better?" He shook his head solemnly. "I want to make you happy Amelia, this just seems so dangerous." "Deliciously so, I would say." She selected a pair of sheer yoga pants from her wardrobe and matched them with a loose fitting sleeveless top with a pair of bright red lips printed across it. The yoga pants were see through, and the shirt only just covered her thong. She inspected herself in the mirror. She made eye contact with him in the mirror. "You still seem worried, you've been such a good boy today. I'll tell you what, would you like to hear a secret?" He nodded. "Go and lie on the bed." She joined him in the tangled sheets, straddling his lap and putting her lips close to his ear. "I'll tell you a story, about exactly how my week with Richard will go, how he thinks we will spend the week fucking, how in fact I will use the week to bring him to the edge of ecstasy again and again until he becomes the insane, wretched gorilla that you and I know he really is." The tutor whimpered as she feathered her fingertips over his crotch, she stroked his face and looked down on him, her eyes glinted deep red.