1 comments/ 32961 views/ 2 favorites Silvia's Lesson By: pervinplainpackage I call you and ask you to meet me at my office at the University. You have a favor you owe me, and I intend to collect. You are required to appear at 2:30 pm. You should have your hair done, your nails done and feet freshly pedicured, and your pubic hair trimmed, but absolutely not shaven clean. You know I don't like shaven pussy and you don't want me to turn you away without giving you the chance to work off your debt, do you? You should not wear any deodorant or perfume. Your natural scent is what I need to smell. Other than that you have flexibility in how you dress and how you present yourself. You may choose to shave you legs and armpits, or not. I find both equally sensual, so whatever makes you comfortable is more erotic for me. Dress provocatively, but not in a brazen way. Wear either pantyhose or stockings. Do not under any circumstances wear pants. You must wear either a skirt or a dress. You choice of underwear...whether to wear it or not, and what to wear if you do, is up to you. Whatever you do, do not masturbate to orgasm or have any sex for two days prior to arrival. You may play with yourself, but you may not climax. You may give your husband oral sex, but you may not climax. Bring a small overnight bag with the following things: a casual change of clothes and shoes, and a masquerade mask of some sort that can partially obscure your identity, but still allow your beautiful brown eyes to be seen. You arrive at my office promptly ten minutes before the required time. "Where is Dr. Adam's Office?" you ask my division secretary. She admires you for a moment, then responds, "You must be Ms. Silvia." You nod. "He asked if you could stay here in the lobby until he is ready?" You take a seat and wait. Our appointed time comes and goes. Professors and students walk by and all admire you, discretely. Ten minutes after we are supposed to meet the secretary asks you to go down the hall to my office. I open the door. I am dressed in a light grey business suit, blue shirt and tie. The blue of the shirt seems to accentuate the blue in my eyes. Without a word I take your hand and usher you into my office, shutting the heavy door behind you and drawing the blinds. Sensual music plays in the background. The office is dimly lit by an ornate desk lamp, filled with books, diplomas and a few subtly sensual paintings. Once we are isolated from the outside world I quickly press you up against the wall, my left hand entwined in your hair, my right at your waist, searching for the tie to your sexy dress. I press my lips against your neck, right below your ear, breathing in your natural scent, then begin to softly nibble...then more lustily, more forcefully I start to ravage your neck, ears, chin, cheeks and finally your lips with my mouth. You begin to moan and I abruptly stop and take half a step back. "Shh!" I admonish you sternly. "No words, no noise!" You lean toward me to continue the too brief kiss, but I press you back against the wall. "Hands above your head." I whisper my command and you promptly obey, assuming the position of a dungeon prisoner, hands bound together as though caught in invisible chains. I admire you in this position. "Good, very good, Silvia. You'll do well. I knew you would." I step back again to appraise your beauty. I'm captivated, enthralled, but I cannot show it. I must maintain my commanding demeanor. Still holding the tie of your dress, I slowly pull the cord until the knot is undone. The dress unwraps, but in this position does not open, only exposing a narrow strip of golden flesh from your neck, down your cleavage to your kissable middle, to the lace of your black panties, naked thighs and stocking tops. It's hard not to gasp in admiration, but I maintain my stern demeanor. I step back again. The motion sets my erection loose from the trapped position against my leg and forms an obvious tent pointed directly at you. The movement catches your eye and you glance down, allowing yourself a subtle wicked smile of acknowledgment. "Lower your arms and take off your dress. Hang it there on the coat rack. Turn around, bend over and put your hands against the wall, with your legs spread shoulder width. Close your eyes." You follow my commands gracefully, without a word of resistance or question. As I admire your glorious ass accentuated by the sheer lace panel of the panties, I can't help but think how I just want to drop the role play and just fuck you right now. But the game must go on. "Lower, bend lower," I instruct and you comply. I sit in my leather desk chair and my face is level with your perfect bottom. I roll over closer to you to perform my inspection, and see your juices moistening the panel of your panties. The scent of your pussy is intoxicating. Slowly I lower your panties and leave them at the top of your stockings. With your legs spread they won't drop farther. I spread your cheeks with my left hand and bring my right index finger to your mouth. "Suck it." The work you do with your lips and tongue on my finger almost makes me cum, but I pull it out of your warm mouth before you can accomplish that feat. I take my finger and trail it gently across your flowering lower lips, not really touching, just grazing, upward until I reach the forbidden rear entrance. After a quick lick at your puckered hole--a lick that's really more for my own pleasure than yours--I press my moistened digit oh so gently into your ass. You can't help but gasp. My finger still inside your tight rear entrance, I rise to my feet and unzip my fly. I take out my throbbing cock and place it right at the opening of your sopping pussy. I press the shiny-hard helmet of my throbbing cock against your entrance. I pause, rubbing the tip up and down, parting your lips, covering myself in your flowing juices. I press the end against your clit, and grind it against you, then slowly slide up again, parting your labia, starting to open your flower with my heat. I tease you, inserting just the very end into your warm wetness. You start to moan. You try to push back into me to envelop me, but I withdraw, still teasing, not letting you yet possess the full length you so richly deserve. Instead I hold my shaft upright against your sopping cunny and press hard, sliding my finger deeper into your ass at the same time. Your wet folds try to envelop me, from the base of my hard weapon jammed against your clit to the mouth of your womanhood near the tip. You sob quietly in frustration...so close to your desire, but so maddeningly far. You can't see how hard I am biting my lip, making myself remain stoic when all I really want to do is fill your glorious warmth with my aching cock, then with my spurting seed. But my desire to fill you is not as deep as the desire to overwhelm you. I step back, keeping my finger buried deep in your sweet round ass, but breaking contact between your dripping magnificence and my throbbing hardness. You are still bent over, hands against the wall, as I remove my finger agonizingly slowly and move toward your face. Obediently, you still have your eyes closed, so it takes you by surprise as I roughly thrust my hand into the cup of your bra, quickly locate your long, hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeeze hard. The brief shock of pain in your nipple rolls through the rest of your body as a flush of hot pleasure. I guide the tip of my cock under your outstretched arms toward your face. I'm sure that you can feel my heat and smell your own powerful desire that slickens my shaft. My left hand strokes your cheek tenderly. Then again by surprise, I roughly grab a handful of your beautiful brown locks and turn your face toward me. Your gasp of surprise parts your lips and, pulling hard on your nipple to guide you, I force my cock quickly past your lips and thrust it to the back of your throat. "Suck it clean," I hiss. With one hand in your hair and the other clamped on your nipple I pull you back and forth on my shaft as you compliantly wash your sensual nectar from my cock with your talented lips and tongue. I want so much to bathe the back of your throat with my gushing, pent-up desire, but I do not. There is much left to do, and you seem too close to orgasm yourself. I withdraw, leaving both of us panting with unquenched need, and carefully zip my still-hard rod back into my slacks. Again standing behind you I require you to close your legs, still bent with your hands against the wall. As you comply I push your panties down to your ankles and make you step out of them. The sight of your perfect naked backside presented to me this way atop shapely stocking covered legs and sexy sling back heels is almost too much to bear. I nearly discard all my carefully made plans to kneel down behind you and thrust my tongue into your tight rear hole until you crash in a screaming anal orgasm. Nearly. But I bite my lip again and somehow resist. "Stand up," I command and you smartly obey. "Next to your dress on the coat rack is a lab coat. Put it on, button it." You follow my instructions quietly, with a barely audible sigh of desire. The white coat has a vee neck. When buttoned your ample cleavage is seductively displayed. And the coat is almost too short to cover your stocking tops as you stand motionless. "Spin around," I require, as I sit back down in my large leather chair and admire you while I gingerly try to arrange my still throbbing member in my pants. "Excellent. Gorgeous." "Walk toward me." You take two steps to close the distance and as you do, the front of the lab coat parts just enough to clearly display the stocking tops, and even expose a bit of naked, tan flesh at the top. I stand again, only inches from you, and look down into your deep, dark eyes. Softly I whisper, "Oh my god, Silvia. Do you realize you are the perfect woman?" Before you can answer I lovingly bend down, wrap my strong arms around you and kiss you passionately. You melt into me, and for a few moments, time stops. Reluctantly we break the kiss, and with a wicked grin I step toward the door and say, "Okay, let's get to class." I lead you down the crowded hall. Between classes the hallways fill up with students, some of them sitting on the floors waiting for their class period to start, since there are no chairs and few common areas in which to wait. You become conscious of the eyes of the students gazing at you, trying to catch a glimpse up your lab coat as you step over their outstretched legs. At first you try to hold the hem of the too short lab coat down, but after stepping over a couple of young men who audibly caught their breath as you passed, you decide to throw caution to the wind. By the time we reached our classroom, you are stepping over outstretched limbs in a way that intentionally flashes, your naked pussy to the young men and women gazing up at you from below. The classroom is empty and dark when we arrive, the shades drawn and the fluorescent lights dimmed. It's a small teaching auditorium, with five, tiered, semicircular rows of chairs affixed to a single common table that arcs around connecting each tier. The room looks like it will hold about fifty students. In the center of the room is a sturdy wooden table with a cushioned leather top. The table is currently flat, but it looks to you from the shape of the surface and the various struts and braces underneath as though it might divide in the middle, or maybe it's capable of being raised and lowered somehow. All the seats in the room face this table. Behind it is a teaching podium, with a built in computer. Behind that, there is a large projection screen and whiteboards against the front wall. It sends a little thrill through you, thinking about what might go on in this room, as I escort you to the back of the middle row, the highest tier of seats, and ask you to sit down. You do as I say, turning the swiveling chair toward me and instinctively crossing your legs. I glance at my watch impatiently. There isn't much time until the students arrive, so I place your bag on the table next to you and unzip it, removing your masquerade mask and handing it to you. I lean over and whisper urgently, "Put the mask on. Face the podium and put both feet on the floor a few inches apart, knees together. Hands on the table, palms down." You do as you're told, turning sideways to me. I take a step back and admire your lovely profile, noticing that every time you inhale your cleavage becomes more pronounced in the too tight lab coat. "As each student comes into the room, I need you to spread your legs a little farther. By the time the last student enters, I want your legs spread wide. Can you do that for me, Silvia?" My tone is warm and tender, but at the same time it's clear that I won't take 'no' for an answer. "Yes, Charles," you say with a subtle grin as I pick up your bag and walk to the front of the room, stowing it under the podium. "Oh, that reminds me...call me Dr. Adam here in the classroom, or Professor." The height of the back tier of seats is perfect for me, eye-level with your hips. The same will be true of anyone else entering the classroom. "Undo the bottom button of the lab coat, Silvia." You do as I command, noticing that the loosened fabric already reveals your stocking tops, and that's with your knees together. "Now roll your hips back a little in the chair. Perfect." You shiver with anticipation, knowing that following my command will leave your delicious femininity completely exposed to the gaze of every one of my students. You feel the heat of your own sex as your lips become engorged and wet. It suddenly dawns on you that I wasn't just teasing you back in my office; I was positioning your delicate flower for maximum revelation. "The students should be arriving soon." I say over my shoulder while writing "Ms. Silvia, Research Assistant" on the board in large block letters. The first slide of the presentation flickers to light on the projector screen: "Feminine Sexual Power and Submission in Modern Society." Almost on cue, two young men enter the room together, conversing about last night's game. As soon as they lay eyes upon you their conversation stops, and they stand mute in the doorway gazing in unabashed wonder. You very slowly begin to part your legs, as I have commanded. "Please take your seats, gentlemen. We have a lot to do today." The two students grunt in acknowledgement without ever looking away. Their eyes are locked on your legs now, and one of them nearly trips on the steps as they rapidly try to calculate which seats will give them the best viewing angle. They choose seats near the front of the room on a lower tier so that they can continue to watch. As more students enter the room, all young men in their late teens or early twenties, this same basic scene is repeated again and again. Each time another man enters the room, he transforms from a carefree student to a transfixed subject to your womanly power. Each time I have to encourage him to take his seat, and each time you open your legs a little bit wider, ensuring the continued attention of every man in the room. By the time the tenth student has entered, your legs are shoulder width apart, and you can feel the cool air of the classroom between your thighs. You can only imagine what the boys are seeing. From your vantage point you track their hungry eyes to the moistness between your legs. Several of them are squirming, uncomfortable in their chairs. One young man is trying to discretely touch his obvious hard-on through his shorts, but his efforts at subtlety are laughable. Another student has positioned his impressive erection in a way that makes an obvious tent in his pants, and is apparently trying to draw your attention to it. Behind your mask, you try to remain cool and detached. A room full of young, virile men focused on you as an object of purest desire is beginning to make you dizzy. The air seems charged with sexual tension, so thick it clouds your vision. I glance at my watch. Then back at you. While everyone else stares unapologetically between your legs, I keep my gaze fixed on your deep and soulful eyes. At first I am careful, watching out for a sign that I may have gone too far. But even behind the mask I can see that you are smoldering, not with anger but with passion. My own expression goes from curious concern to wicked pleasure as I see your lust build. "Three more students and we'll start," I announce with a nod toward you. You realize I am signaling you. I expect your legs spread wide and your glorious womanhood in full view very soon. You try to suppress a wicked grin of your own. Two more men enter, and you can tell by their expressions what they are seeing. I have to remind them twice to take their seats. Unexpectedly, a lovely woman with olive skin and Mediterranean features is the next student that enters. She's different than the boys because her eyes search for me first, and she only notices you when she follows my attention to the back of the room. She looks you right in the eyes, a sly grin on her face. You shoot a puzzled look my way but I tip my head toward you with a stern look. You dutifully spread your legs to their widest extent. The motion is the only thing that attracts her gaze down, between your legs. She smiles and looks back at me. I turn toward her, admonishingly. "Soraia? You know this is a session for men only today!" "I'm sorry Dr. Adam...I need to get my service learning form signed." She puts the paper down on the bench in the middle of the room and offers me a pen. While I sign she looks around the room, her eyes focused at crotch level of your entranced male audience. With a naughty grin she remarks, "Looks like this session is going to be too hard for me today, any way Professor!" She picks up the form and spins toward the door after giving the tent in my pants a quick, appreciative glance. "Lock the door on your way out!" I call after her. She sticks out her tongue at you playfully and, seized by a naughty impulse, lifts the back of her short skirt to display her nearly naked ass, covered only by a thin strip of thong. On any other day, such a display would have attracted the attention of every one of the men in the room. Today, you were the only one who saw her flirty flash. I clear my throat, commanding attention. "All right, gentlemen, Mr. Green is apparently missing class today. Let's begin." A few heads briefly turn my way, but quickly turn right back to you. I catch your eyes and hold up two fingers wide apart, then cross them. You understand immediately, and cross your legs, to the immediate and audible disappointment of all the young men. I continue, now with the somewhat more disappointed, grudging attention of the young men directed my way. "You have just witnessed, first-hand, the enormous sexual power that a woman can wield. You are about to witness the even greater power that a woman can command over men by appearing to submit herself to a man's sexual desires." I gesture toward you. "Ms. Silvia is our research assistant today. Would you please stand?" I ask you. You rise, and as you do the room spontaneously erupts in applause. Your face burns brightly with a sudden blush, and a trickle of your sweet wetness starts down your thigh. "Thank you, Gentlemen. You have made our intoxicating research assistant feel very welcome." I smile warmly toward you. These young men have seen only a glimpse of your wonderful body. They have no sense, yet, of how deeply sexually powerful you are. "Please join me down here, Ms. Silvia," I say, indicating the table next to me. As you start, I interrupt. "But, I require that you leave the lab coat there in your seat." You stop with a slight frown, and for a terrible second I think I have gone too far. My heart sinks as I fear you are going to call an end to our game. But then you smile your delicious wicked grin and start to unbutton the long white coat. Silvia's Lesson You stand at the back of the room, a flirty smile on your full lips. Your eyes are locked on mine as you undo the top button of the lab coat and the fabric opens up to reveal your black, demi-cup bra. The tops of your dark areola are visible above the lace. Your enrapt audience of young men gasps in appreciation as you undo the second button. You glance around the room and notice that most of the college men have their hands on their laps, unable to keep from touching themselves as they stare at you. Two buttons are left between you and nearly complete exposure, since I had already asked you to unbutton the bottom of the five. As you reach for the middle button, I interrupt. "Please turn around Ms. Silvia, before removing the lab coat." You do as you are instructed, turning your back to your audience. You can't see their reactions, but you can still hear them breathing. It's like being a rabbit in a room full of wolves. You feel vulnerable, knowing that there would be no way to resist all these men if they were to act on their immediate desire. The only thing holding them back, you realize, is my authority as their professor. Now you have a sense of what the true power of the submissive is...by giving in to my authority and following my commands, you are feeling a rush true freedom with no responsibility. You undo the last two buttons and with a tremor of excitement, drop the coat to the floor at your feet, exposing your perfect round ass to the awestruck young men. I speak up again, "As you can see, gentleman, the erotic power of a confident, adult woman is considerable, even though she is subject to my authority, she still commands your full attention and appreciation." You can feel the eyes that you can't see covering every inch of your backside. "Ms. Silvia, take off your bra, but don't turn around." You do as commanded. Now, except for the stockings and heels, you are completely naked. The heels have the effect of shaping your legs and putting your delicious butt in a "fuck me" position. The sheer tight fabric covering your legs makes you feel even more naked. "Bend over, and reach behind and part your cheeks." You blush, but do as I require. This position makes you feel helpless, and that feeling is bringing you to a peak of excitement. If someone were to touch you now, you'd explode. "Ms. Silvia is an experienced lover, gentlemen. Experience is also sexual power, because an experienced woman knows what she wants. She knows what she enjoys, and she isn't afraid to ask for it. Demand it even. Unlike the inexperienced women your own age, she isn't tentative or indecisive. If she is coy it's because she is intentionally teasing you, wrapping you around her finger to toy with you...enjoying your lust. It's not because she's afraid of herself, or of you." As I speak your labia, engorged with desire, part wide to expose your hungry opening. I leave you in that position, thoroughly enjoying the view and sneaking a tug at my own throbbing cock. "How many of you have begged your girlfriends to try anal sex, but have been rejected?" I ask the class. You can't see but there's a commotion as hands are raised. "Most of you, as I expected.... Ms. Silvia knows what she likes, and she enjoys the feeling of a slick, hard cock pressed against her tight anus, the head seemingly too large to fit, the mix of pleasure and pain as her lover pushes slowly forward, and then the electric rush as suddenly the fat head pops in, and long shaft glides in smoothly behind it." Your delectable little ass winks at me as I talk. I can tell that you are imagining my cock sliding into your tight back entrance as I speak. "Ms. Silvia, you can stand, but please don't turn yet." You hear my voice moving behind you. "Steven, Alex, Nathan, your 'presentations' are due today, aren't they? Okay good. You three men come up to the front of the room please, and remove all your clothing. Hurry, please." You shiver a bit. This is getting intense, and your nipples are so hard they are beginning to ache for attention. "While those three are getting ready the rest of you gentleman can unzip or take off your pants if you want, just remember to clean up any messes you make before class is over." You hear the unmistakable sound of a dozen men freeing their throbbing cocks from their restraint. "Pass this blindfold up to Frank, please," you hear me say. And a moment later "Frank, could you please blindfold Ms. Silvia and lead her carefully down here? Be careful not to damage her mask. Thanks." You feel the tentative touch of a young man as he applies the blindfold. He's shaking so hard he can hardly get it over your eyes. It sounds as though I am distracted, making preparations, so you take a small risk. You helpfully reach up and gently guide his young strong hands. "It's okay, relax...you're doing fine," you whisper as he successfully covers your eyes. He timidly puts one hand on your elbow to guide you. "Sweetie, don't be so shy or I'm going to fall." You reach behind your back and take his shaking hand off your elbow, guiding it toward the cleft between your ass cheeks. "Put your finger up there...please?" you plead with him, yearning for someone to touch you. He does as you ask, and your knees buckle slightly as the tip if his finger touches your asshole. Taking your elbow firmly in his other hand, he guides you carefully down the steps, all the while slipping his middle finger past your tight ring and deeper. By the time you are positioned in the middle of the room he is inside you to the second knuckle. "Thank you, Frank. Please remove your finger from Ms. Silvia's pretty backside and position her on the table. You can remove her shoes and blindfold and then return to your seat." The young man does as instructed, laying you down on the waist-high table. As he takes off your shoes he spreads your legs and stretches you out in a way that you know exposes you to the room full of excited men. He moves up to take off the blindfold and as you blink back to sight you see that you are surrounded by three handsome, naked men, each one slowly stroking his smooth, hard cock. I introduce them to you. "Ms. Silvia, this is Alex," indicating a young, skinny man with a nearly hairless body, a pencil-thin goatee and long dark hair, standing between your legs, smiling. His cock is circumcised, about average length and thickness, but he has a wicked upward curve and a really pronounced cockhead. "Alex has never gone down on a woman before, and today he is going to have that opportunity for the first time." You smile as Alex takes a kneeling position between your outstretched legs. "Nathan will hold one leg," I nod toward a tall, strong student on your right, older than Alex. He is heavily muscled like a bodybuilder, with a long, thick, straight, cut cock. "Steven will hold the other." On your left is a shorter, incredibly handsome man, with a dark tan that covers his lean strong body, shave smooth like a swimmer. The narrow band of pale, untanned flesh indicates that he wears a racing Speedo, and not the more concealing swim trunks that most young men wear. Steven's cock is like an ivory sculpture, uncircumcised and magnificent. You can't imagine how it fits under the bathing suit he wears. The two strong boys lift your legs and then easily position you closer to the waiting Alex at the end of the table. As Alex lowers his lips to your gushing pussy, he becomes overwhelmed with lust and practically dives in, lapping and sucking hungrily. Steven lavishes kisses on your smooth, silky legs and Nathan sucks your stocking covered toes. Both use their free hands to roughly squeeze your breasts and pinch your large, hard nipples. You arch your back, driving yourself down onto Alex's mouth. With your eyes shut tightly and your lips between your teeth you reach out blindly for the smooth, hard shafts of the two young men flanking you, finding them both dripping with their own slippery fluids. Your first climax hits you as hard as an eight foot wave at the beach, crashing over you. You buck and heave, unable to catch your breath, trying to break the bond between your pussy and your enthusiastic young lover's eager mouth, but the two strong men at your sides won't relent. They hold you fast as Alex drives you to a second shattering climax, then a third.... You lose count of your orgasms, at one point it seemed as though it was just a continuous flow of energy setting off every nerve in your body. And then you black out. When you come to, I am naked, standing between your legs, my own cock perfectly stiff and shiny with your juices as I rub it up and down against your slippery lips. Nathan, Steven and Alex have all gathered around your face, dangling their hard shafts hopefully near your mouth. You shudder in pleasure. Up and down I work myself against your delicious pussy. "Do you want it, Ms. Silvia?" I growl. "Yes," you whisper. "I can't hear you, do you want it?" "Yes, put it in me," you say more loudly. "Put what in where, Ms. Silvia?" I tease you. "Put your beautiful cock in my hot pussy, Dr. Smith!!" I climb up onto the table next to you, pushing your right leg against your chest and turning you onto your left side. Steven's cock is throbbing less than an inch from your face. "Go on, suck him." I command. You open your mouth and take his hot length down your throat, just as you feel my own cock slide inside your tight opening. I lean into you, pressing as deep as I can, and reach down to rub your slippery clit with my right hand as I thrust over and over, driving you to another wave of glorious orgasms. Steven can't hold back any longer and his balls clench as his beautiful young cock spurts streams of salty cream into your mouth...he pulls out just enough to splash your beautiful lips and cheeks with his spunk. The sight of their fellow student cumming on your beautiful face is too much for Alex and Nathan, who let loose their own loads on your face, neck and chest. I can't resist any longer, and I lift up your splattered mask to take in the vision of your beautiful face covered in the milk of three potent young men. As I lean in to kiss you deeply, Steven's softening head is still against your lips, and together we empty him of his final juices as our tongues entwine.