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Miss James's Lesson Ch. 01

By: The Wu-Tang Pen



1

The room full of young, virile 18-year-old students was always very attentive when Miss James began her lectures. The tall elfin-featured blond had a way with the boys that some of her less scrupulous colleagues were certainly jealous of. She knew she'd been the cause of more than a few wet dreams among her students, and though she didn't like to admit it, the thought did make her smile.

She stood 5'7" (without heels) with shoulder length highlighted hair, her sexy slim build making her seem taller than she was. Her gorgeous long legs reached up for miles to a perfectly rounded bum, and though petite her figure curved softy and seductively leaving her horny young boys always wanting more. Today in class she wore a very prim and professional black suit consisting of a knee length skirt and a jacket which she wore open over her blouse.

The lecture was just approaching its half way point, when the door swung slowly open, and in strolled Miss James's most notorious student. Ignoring her completely the tall young man walked right passed Miss James, and sat down at the front of the class. He looked at her expectantly with a pair of deep dark brown eyes. All year long this good-for-nothing delinquent had wandered in and out of the class as he pleased, never doing any work, and never showing her the slightest respect. Ordinarily very laid back, Miss James was now fuming, but she chose not to hold up the rest of the class. The lecture continued and Miss James grew steadily more annoyed at this young mans insolence. He sat there right in front of her, his books still in his bag, staring at her continuously. His eyes followed every movement. His face was almost expressionless, but she could feel those deep brown eyes boring into her as she spoke. Her annoyance turned to discomfort. Something about his gaze bothered her, something that got under her skin in a way she'd never known before. It was a good few seconds before she noticed one of her students calling her name, and she looked up suddenly red faced as she realised that she had trailed off in mid sentence. 

Miss James's blood boiled and she shot a brief burning glare at the boy. How dare he make her feel so uncomfortable in her own class!!! The lecture wrapped itself up pretty quickly after that, and as the rest of the class prepared to leave, she called her young nemesis and ordered him to stay behind. She watched him as the class emptied, trying not to openly stare. Her rage began to subside as her professionalism and self-control took over and she tried to figure out why he made her so uncomfortable. As the last students left she walked up from her desk to the door, preparing in her mind what she was going to say. Her movements were slow and deliberate, as she calmed herself down from an indignant rage to just intense displeasure. She pushed the door shut and turned around, her mouth opening to say something, but it was never heard. 

His lips covered hers the instant she had turned and he pushed her back against the door, holding her wrists by the side of her head and pinning her with his weight. Miss James gasped into his mouth and fought against his hold but he was far too strong. She felt as though she couldn't breath as his body pressed against her and she heard from her own throat a loud moan well up as if from nowhere. It was in that instant that Miss James realised why this brown-eyed boys stare had made her so uncomfortable. As his body pressed against her, his passion overwhelming her, she realised that her pussy was soaking wet and that it had been since he had walked into the room. His tongue probed deeply into her mouth, and she felt all instincts to resist drain away and be replaced by an unbearable heat that grew and grew as he kissed her.

After an eternity the kiss broke, and he looked into her eyes with that same deep intense gaze he always seemed to have for her. "You mustn't..." came the half gasp half whisper from the teachers lips. But even as she spoke his fingers were bunching her skirt up between her thighs and pressing against her pussy through her thong. She felt him touch her and it was like his fingers touched the button that controlled her will. Miss James moaned a long tortured moan as she felt her full desire unleash its self. She leant forward to kiss him again and as she moved he yanked her skirt up around her waist and slid his hand down inside her thong. His fingers stroked and rubbed her burning wet pussy and her head fell back from his to rest against the door again; her kiss breaking before it began. She gasped in delight at his expert touch, her pussy convulsing as his hand smeared her juices all over her clit. She reached out to him, grasping at the huge bulge in his jeans with one hand, while the other crushed a petite round breast into her chest. Her fingers curled almost into a fist as she clawed at her nipple through her blouse and bra. 

Miss James closed her eyes and trembled in delighted amazement as she felt her body rising to an earth-shattering climax. His fingers felt so good, massaging her outer pussy lips then slipping inside her; sliding up and down over her clit, pinning her there by his skilful touch. He towered over her as he pressed his body to hers. His presence engulfed her, pushing the heat in her body and the wetness in her pussy to new peaks. His fingers curled in her long blond hair and he slipped his hand out of her thong and deftly pulled it aside. Another gasp came as she felt the cool air hit her burning pussy lips and she trembled knowing what was coming. She jumped as his fingers slapped gently against her, sensitising her aching opening even more. She wanted him inside her and she squeezed his cock through his jeans a little harder. 

He smiled as his fingers stroked his teachers dripping snatch, watching her moan and writhe in ecstasy as he touched her. He was waiting for something, teasing her. He held her there on the edge of her orgasm for long agonising minutes, walking his fingers around her juice-covered lips. Fucking her opening with just the tip of his finger, waiting to hear her say those words he'd dreamed of. He kissed her again, feeling the heat from her body as his free hand moved from her hair to grope her breast, and his lips moved round to her ear, kissing and licking along the lobe. Miss James moaned loud, the heat in her body was unbearable. Her gaping pussy lips ached and she needed to be fucked, wanted it so desperately. "Please! Make me cum!" she gasped. The magic words he'd been waiting to hear.

Miss James bit down hard on her lip as she fought the urge to scream. He had two fingers pushed up deep inside her now, curled so they just skimmed her G-spot and he was fucking her with them fast and hard. His fingers began to blur between her legs, his palm slapping her clit, fingering her so hard she raised herself onto her tiptoes to ride the fucking she was getting. She reached out for him, grabbing his t-shirt in her hand as the rest of her body arched, from head to perfect round ass against the door. Her hips began to flex and grind riding his fingers as she felt the blissful rush of her climax burst through her body... She was cumming, harder than she had in a long, long time. And she loved it.

Opening her eyes Miss James felt very light headed, and very relaxed. She was seated behind her desk, and there was a moment of confusion before it all came back. Instantly she felt her clit throb at the memory of being brought to such an amazing orgasm by her student, and she smiled to herself realising that she must have fainted from the exertion. She looked up at the clock and did some estimating. It couldn't have been more than two or three minutes ago and yet there was no sign that anything amiss had occurred. She was just beginning to wonder if it had been some strange erotic dream, when she noticed a sealed brown envelope on her desk. She opened it and looked at the slip of paper inside. There was an address, and a time, nothing else. Miss James smiled to herself and felt her pussy start to moisten again.

Miss James's Lesson Ch. 02



2

She loved the sensation of walking panty-less while her pussy was still so nice and juicy. Idly Miss James wondered if anyone could smell the sex she must be wreaking of. Then she wondered if any of the inexperienced youths, or ancient stuffed shirt lecturers would even recognise it if they could. She didn't care either way and was on her way to the staff room to test her theory. Lunchtime was half way through so not many people would be around and she had a free period next. There were a few work things she needed to take care of, and a plan was forming in her mind to get the rest of the day off and prepare for her meeting later that night. She started down the flight of stairs, dodging dishevelled groups of random students as she went and was met by Peter Davis, her friend in the P.E. department, coming the other way.

"Ah Miss James just the person I wanted to see," said Peter in a voice she knew was for the benefit of passing students. "Could I have a word with you?" 

Always happy to talk to him Miss James followed her friend down through the building to the P.E. office, a small empty room almost like a store cupboard that they had somehow forgotten to clutter with ancient sporting equipment. It was positioned neatly at the back of the changing rooms near the showers and contained only a desk, a chair and a filing cabinet all of which faced the door. As they walked in, she noticed Peter didn't seem his usual light-hearted self and she wondered what was wrong. He turned and shut each door firmly behind them, locking first the changing room door then the office door.

"A short while ago," began Peter, "I was walking past your classroom, and I heard something I really wish I hadn't." 

Her heart froze in her chest. How could she have been so stupid! As the memory of her earlier indiscretion flooded back, Miss James felt only ill as in her minds eye the sound of her muffled moans and cries of ecstasy echoed around the whole college. 

"I can see I don't need to say anymore." Said Peter, noting her expression. 

"Oh my God Peter, I don't even know how it happened," sobbed the shocked and nearly crying teacher. Her hand covered her mouth as she slumped down on the edge of the bare desk. Peter moved over to her and wrapped his arms around her. She responded, leaning forward and hugging him back. Her eyes brimmed but she took comfort in the tall strong man who held her so gently and she remembered that she was with a friend. Everything would be ok.

"Honestly," She began, "I don't know how or why... I turned around and he was just there and..." There was quiet for a moment as Miss James gathered herself together. She knew Peter would not have told anyone, she trusted him totally. But then why bring her here? She held him tightly letting her initial panic melt.

"I know why it happened." Said Peter, his voice suddenly breaking the silence. He sounded different, now, cold almost angry, and she looked up at him confused and worried by the sudden change of tone. She didn't recognise the face looking back. Even when sombre, Peter Davis was still something of his usual smiling self, but this was totally alien to anything she had known. Another pause, and time stood still around them.

"It happened because you're a dirty little Slut!"

Miss James's jaw dropped in total shock unable to believe what she was hearing. Her heart pounded and the world took on a dreamlike quality.

"You're a dirty little Slut," continued Peter, "so I'm going to treat you like one."

Everything seemed to be going in slow motion as Peter's hands pulled and guided her to her knees in front of him. She could already see his erection straining through his jogging bottoms, and he slipped them down, letting his large thick member spring up. 

Miss James stared at the solid veiny penis that stood just an inch in front of her face and pointed almost straight to the ceiling. Her breathing had become deeper and her mind had moved unbidden to the thought of her handsome young friends cock sliding slowly in and out of her pussy. Strong hands moved to either side of her head and a drop of pre-cum from the tip of his cock touched her lips, though she could not tell whether he or she had moved to close the distance. Miss James was at once terrified, bewildered and mesmerised by what was happening. She was so close to her friends cock she could feel the heat it radiated. She could see it visibly swell every time his heart pumped another rush of blood into it. Again her mind flashed to the thought of that huge prick stretching her cunt wide around it and fucking her. Her confusion faded away. Miss James opened her mouth and closed it over the fat swollen head and began to suck. A slight gasp left Peters lips and his hips immediately began pumping back and forth while he pulled her head down onto his cock. Miss James savoured the taste of his pre-cum and let her tongue trace and caress the head as it pumped steadily in and out of her mouth. As it moved her mind fixated on the thought of being fucked by him; his hard fit body pumping her full of cock, making her moan and cry out. The image captivated her and she moved trance-like under Peter's guidance sucking him gradually deeper and deeper into her throat.

"Oh Fuck! You whore you're making me cum!"

Peter pulled back suddenly, and a thick stream of his spunk shot out across Miss James's face. She gasped as she felt the hot sticky goo hit her skin, and in that instant she climaxed. For the second time that day Miss James felt her pussy juices streaming down inside her thighs. Her hand worked at Peters cock, pumping a steady flow of cum from his shaft and letting it drip into her mouth. Miss James was amazed. She was amazed at how much cum streamed from this gorgeous thick member, and she was amazed at how sweet and creamy his cum tasted on her lips. But most of all she was amazed at how hard Peter still was. His cock strained in her hand like some leashed hunting dog trained to chase the scent of her overflowing cunt. She looked up to see Peter starring down at her. His eyes confirmed her thoughts about the eagerness of his cock and she could see he wouldn't rest until he had penetrated and pounded her pussy into submission. The hands that had held her so comfortingly before now guided her up from her knees, pushed her back onto the bare desk and pulled her skirt up around her waist.

As he positioned the head of his swollen penis between her splayed thighs, Miss James saw something in him; the thing that had replaced her smiling happy friend and she now knew it for what it was. There'd been a hint of it in her young student before, but now it was clearer, simpler. Pure animal lust radiated from the man who stood before her. A desire so base and primal it made her shake to think of it. Unlike her student this man had no intention of making her cum or seeing her pleasured in any form. The man Miss James now lay open for would take her and fuck her any and every way he desired. He would slam his cock into her, pushing it as deep and as hard as he could, fucking her with no regard for her pleasure or pain. He would use her purely as a means of satiating his own burning need, defiling her body until his seed erupts into her and his lust is spent, and Miss James couldn't wait!

Trembling, the sexy vulnerable teacher moaned as she felt the head of his cock parting her pussy lips. With her revelation had come a rush of excitement that pushed away her fears and uncertainties. In her minds eye she could still see that thick hard prick sliding in and out of her and the anticipation she felt made her want to explode.

Peter had removed his top now, and his lean muscular body radiated his masculinity as he grabbed hold of Miss James's hips. She felt her pussy stretching to accommodate him as she'd known she would, but still the pain made her bite her lip. It hurt, but it was so good, she needed to feel him so badly. Time stood still another moment as the fat swollen head of Peter's penis, was swallowed by Miss James's cunt. She shivered as she watched the sweat bead over his tight fit body, felt the heat of his lust holding her down on the desk and suffocating her senses to everything but the presence of his cock-head inside her. Then he began to fuck her.

Miss James could not help but cry out as his first stroke tore into her body. Gripping her tightly around her hips, he speared her on his cock, driving it all the way into her in one swift hard motion. Then he pulled out and did it again... And again... And again... Peter fucked her, driving his dick as deep as he could every time, shoving his meat in and out of her pussy steadily faster and faster, and it hurt Miss James so fucking good she almost screamed. Her hands moved to her face and through her hair, sliding on the smeared trails of Peter's cream. The sensation of being fucked so hard made her want to burst and cry and scream all at once. 

Peter groaned and gasped as he pounded her. His taught muscles flexed as he hit her body over and over, bringing himself higher with every stroke. Her pussy squeezed him so tight, even as it began to get used to the size of its tormentor. Soon the cries and moans Miss James fought to control were replaced by the growls and taunts of her own desire. 

"Fuck me Peter!" She cried, rolling her hips to meet his strokes. Feeling his big cock touch all of her. 

"Yesssss, that's it c'mon you bastard fuck me! Harder! Yes, harder! Fuck meee!!!"

Miss James could feel herself cumming. His big solid dick felt exquisite slamming in and out of her. Then Peter began to curse her, calling her a dirty fucking whore. Calling her a nasty little bitch and a cock-sucker and a cum-slut. Then she looked into his eyes again and saw that look. She saw the lust and the power and the pure masculine aggression that was fucking her so hard she could feel her body start to split. Miss James slipped over the edge of her precipice and her body burst into a thought-shattering orgasm. She came so hard she barely noticed Peter pulling his cock from her and spraying another thick creamy load all over her pussy.

Miss James lay back panting for air, her head hanging over the desk. A film of sweat covered her body, and her mind rode the aftershocks of her climax, her pussy twitching pleasurably as tiny spasms kept hold of her body in the after-glow. Her thoughts were a haze of contentment. Her eyes were closed so she felt rather than saw Peter move around the desk. She wasn't concerned until she felt something wet and sticky pressed against her lips. She smiled and opened her mouth letting her head loll back as far as it could and keeping her eyes closed. The head of Peters swollen cock slipped into her mouth and she rolled her tongue over it delighting in the taste of her own cum. She heard a gasp from above her, and Peter ordered her to suck it deeper. As the words hit her ears she felt more of Peters thick swollen shaft pushing between her lips. Though softer he'd barely shrunk at all, his cock filled her mouth leaking the last of his spunk onto her tongue. Miss James sucked harder, cleaning him of the sweet sticky juices and draining him of the final drops of his delicious cum. She swallowed him taking him right to the back of her mouth. Working her jaw and her tongue in an exquisite massage that had him pumping his meat again between her lips. For long minutes she rolled his soft meaty cock around her tongue, just enjoying the feel of it. Then gradually she felt him start to stiffen for her once more. Miss James marvelled at the young mans stamina, as within minutes of his last orgasm he was hard again. Miss James felt his member throbbing on her tongue and probing deeper into her throat. Peter growled quietly, his hands pulled at Miss James's top and pawed at her breasts. He pumped his dick steadily deeper, pushing it into her throat, slowly fucking her face.

"Swallow it all you slut!" 

She could barely breath as she let that monster into her throat, but she sucked it ever harder, letting him use her mouth for his own pleasure. She felt her clit throb uncontrollably at the image of him pumping his cock into her face while she lay on the desk legs wide and covered in cum.

Her hand moved to her pussy just as she felt him take hold of her head. Peter thrust forward, and his big hard cock slid straight down Miss James's throat, filling her completely. She started rubbing her pussy furiously her hand working of its own accord. He kept pushing, sliding through her moans, too fast for Miss James to keep up. Suddenly she had every inch of him stuffed down her throat and she couldn't breath. Peter just held her there as she gagged on his dick, his tight ball-sack resting snugly against her nose. 

She tried to scream through the huge meat that invaded her. She tried to swallow but couldn't and panic started to rise in her.

"Take it you dirty slut! Swallow it all!" He growled.

She could feel herself beginning to choke on his cock and she screamed again into him. Miss James's throat spasmed continuously as she tried in vain to swallow him, but he just held her there delighting in the sensations she caused him as she gagged on his big dick. For the second time, Miss James's world felt like a dream. Everything seemed distant as though she could see it all from outside herself. She heard Peter moan and gasp, telling her what a whore she was, what a dirty little slut. Her head swam and she felt her hips begin to buck and she heard him order her to cum. She felt her pussy begin to gush as her fingers rubbed her clit hard and fast and it struck her that they had been doing so all along. Through the panic and the choking she had rubbed her clit harder and harder until now she was finally cumming from the sheer erotic madness that she was living.

The cock in her mouth muffled her cries, but as she quieted he pulled it out and began to pump it over her. Hot sticky drops of cum fell on her face and neck as Peter came for the third time.

***

Hot steaming water rained down on her body as she leant face first against the wall. The sweat and cum had been washed away, and she luxuriated in the relaxing jets of the school showers.

They had stayed in the office maybe another ten minutes, both panting in silence trying to regain the strength to move. When next Peter came to her he was smiling again as the friend she knew always did. He turned on the showers and helped her out of her stained work clothes. Before stepping under the water, he held her and kissed her, grinning like a Cheshire cat the whole time. There was no hint of the animal that had used and abused her body to satiate his own base desires. Miss James decided that it would be a long time before she looked at him in quite the same light again and followed him into the showers.

Now as Peter slammed his cock into her from behind, Miss James's only thought was of how good being fucked into exhaustion felt and how long it had been since shed known a man with such stamina. She pushed her beautiful round bum back onto him and cried out as she felt him bury that massive penis to the hilt again. He held her firmly, one hand on her bum the other squeezing a nipple, and he fucked her mercilessly under the hot jets of the showers. He pumped deep into her aching space, groaning and panting as he drove his cock into her over and over, and Miss James, clawing at the tiles on the wall, was cumming again. She shuddered and squeezed him with all her might crying out as her body spasmed again. Peter, finally exhausted, came with a loud groan, ejaculating the last of his sperm into her hungry quim, and the two teachers collapsed finally onto the floor of the shower, both too exhausted to move. 



Miss James's Lesson Ch. 03



3

Miss James stretched her leg up out from the mountain of bubbles and slid her hand down towards her foot. The warm water lapped all over her body, relaxing and reinvigorating her after such an exertive day at work. She had left early from the college; Peter had assured her that he would let them know she was ill. Her mind had been in a daze when she stumbled in through the door and collapsed onto her bed without even removing her cum stained clothing. She had woken up only a little while ago feeling a little stiff in places, and she decided to pamper herself in preparation of the evening's events. As she lay in the warm soapy water her thoughts strolled back among her memories of what had happened, without doubt the best day she'd ever had at the college. She felt herself getting warmer between her thighs and her nipples start to harden, and she smiled to herself like a child who'd climbed up and gotten to the chocolate biscuits without anyone knowing. 

She came back to the classroom in her mind, the place empty but for tables' chairs and the two of them. It was the way he'd touched her... She saw in her minds eye how she had been utterly powerless to resist him. Up against the door of the classroom he had commanded her body to obey him and it had. She watched now as his fingers invaded her, forcing her onto her toes, finger fucking her hard and fast. She watched the unbridled lust in her own eyes, as her mind abandoned her leaving only an overwhelming need in her body. She watched as her body rose and fell in a staggering climb to unknown heights. An orgasm so powerful she had passed out... Then suddenly she was there, living her memory. Her back was to the door and she stood, forced to her tiptoes, staring into the boy's deep dark eyes, and she was cumming...

Miss James gasped as her orgasm took her, washing over her body like a wave, making her shudder. She hadn't even touched herself.

She lay back, languishing in the slippery warmth of her bubble bath. She reached for a glass of white wine that waited patiently on the stand by the tub and took a sip. Her fingers trailed slowly through the soapy water that clung to her body, washing over her nipples and lapping at her sensuous curves. Even though she had been exhausted after the day's events, her sex was absolutely throbbing at the thought of what was to come, but she still had one minor detail to take care of.

Mike came in tired as usual. He'd had a long day at the office and was looking forward to curling up in bed next to his gorgeous wife of nearly fifteen years. He walked into the kitchen, and found a note waiting for him. 

"There's wine in the fridge, pour yourself a glass and get comfortable, Ill be down soon. AND DON'T YOU DARE COME UPSTAIRS!!!"

"What on earth is she up to?" Thought Mike. He poured himself some wine and went and sat on the couch in the living room taking the bottle with him. The TV was on standby and he kicked off his shoes and reached for the remote to turn it on. Plastered to the remote control was a post-it note telling him to push the play button for the VCR. As he obeyed, the video recorder whirred into life, and onto the 42 inch screen appeared a scene with two women lying on a bed together kissing. Mike smiled. Now understanding what was going on he unbuttoned his shirt collar and allowed him self to relax. He hadn't seen this video before and vaguely wondered where his wife had gotten it. He sipped the wine; it was strong but very pleasant, one of his favourites. He laid the glass on the coffee table and settled himself in front of the screen. Tonight was going to be a good night. 

By the time he finished the glass, his cock was straining in his trousers and he had almost forgotten that he was waiting for his wife. The couple on the screen, one black the other oriental, had started out slow. Lots of kissing and touching each other for what seemed an eternity. The cameraman seemed to follow so many lingering caresses, that Mike felt he must know both women's bodies as intimately as they did. Just as he was beginning to feel a little bored and wonder where his wife was, the black girl on the bed raised her hand and slapped the oriental girls pussy. It wasn't a hard slap, but it made her yelp in what seemed part surprise and part pleasure with just a touch of pain. The black girl started to rub her partners pussy vigorously, her fingers pressed over the Asian girls mound moving in fast firm circles. The petite little Asian moaned and yelped again as her pussy was once more spanked. She was on her back her legs spread wide as her partner lay at her side kissing her neck and bringing her off with surprising intensity. Mike couldn't quite figure out what it was about the scene, but there was something in the way the black girl controlled her partners pleasure; bringing her higher then dropping her down, spanking her and teasing her... something about it got to him and made his whole body itch for sex. As he poured himself another glass of wine, his free hand was fumbling with his trousers trying to free his painfully rigid member. He took a sip and quickly took hold of his cock and started stroking. The black girl had now straddled her partners face and was feeding a bright pink vibrator into the girl's quim while her own pussy smothered the poor little Asian. Mike was lost to the feelings slowly being ignited in his body, and didn't notice his wife step quietly into the room behind him.

Miss James had decided that simple but effective was the best way to go this evening. She had selected a pair of sheer black stockings and a bra and thong set, also in black. She wore a pair of heels which brought her a good two inches taller than her husbands 5'9" and just for fun she added a straight black wig that brushed down past her shoulders, and a pair of black velvet gloves that covered her forearms to her elbows. She smiled to herself as she came into the living room and her saw her husband playing with himself, eyes glued to the television. She knew he'd like the video, but she had better get to him before he showed a little too much appreciation for it.

Slowly Miss James' walked around the couch her hips swinging with model-perfect rhythm. She stopped in front of him; facing him with her hands on her hips, her legs apart and a very sexy smile on her face. 

"You naughty boy," she said, "you've started without me!" 

Mikes attention was totally on his wife now. He drank in her presence, his eyes moving up her long slender legs so smooth in those stockings. Her flesh was so pink and tender at the tops of her thighs. He marvelled at the way her thong hugged and outlined her pussy, and how soft her skin looked on her toned slim figure. The black wig stopped just short of her perfectly petite breasts and framed her elfin features such that it made him yearn to kiss her. They had a good sex life together and often played out fantasies, but this was the first time in a very long while that his wife had taken charge. The sight of her like this was having an even bigger effect on him than the movie had.

Miss James looked back at the screen. The black girl was using a big, thick strap-on dildo and pounding her partner, giving her the fucking of her young life, doggy style. She hummed in appreciation and let a velvet-gloved finger draw a line down her belly and slowly start rubbing her pussy through her thong. She was still very wet and her lips were swollen under the soft fabric. She felt as if she could cum right there in front of her hubby. She looked at him, and knew she had to wait a while if her plan was to work, but seeing his face she knew she would have a lot of fun. The movements of his wife's fingers transfixed Mike's eyes and he unconsciously began matching her pace with his hand on his cock. His breathing was slow and deep, and she looked back at him, letting her eyes meet his. She knew that she had him right where she wanted him, and slowly without another word, she descended to her knees and took him in her mouth.

Mike knew he was going to cum and nothing could stop him now. She held just the head of his aching erection in her mouth, with her eyes still locked to his. His breathing quickened and he reached his hands to her head. A jolt of pain shot through him as Miss James bit down hard on his cock just below the head and he gasped sharply in surprise, his hands grabbing the cushions either side of him. 

"No touching!" came his wife's suddenly impish voice and she reached out and grabbed his hands holding them firmly by his sides.

Mike's face contorted; he was ready to burst. He needed release so badly, to feel his wife pump her lips up and down his shaft! As she expertly took him again in her mouth he moaned and rocked his head back. Her lips and tongue stroked over his cock so softly. She took him all the way to the base, deep-throating his shaved manhood and sucking so exquisitely. He felt his stomach muscles start to twitch, as though his whole body would ejaculate his seed when he finally slipped over the edge. His fists clenched but remained firmly pinned against the couch, and he let out another loud moan. He looked down again; her eyes were still locked on him. An impish grin held her angelic features, almost mocking him through a mouthful of cock. She raked her teeth up and down the length of his shaft mixing his pleasure with pain just the way he liked it. His cock twitched and Mike cried out as it exploded, firing a thick creamy load of cum into the back of his wife's throat. Quickly she moved off him just in time for the second and third jets to splash onto her cheek.

Miss James loved the taste of her hubbies cum and she savoured it on her tongue while he regained his breath. Before he could say anything, she kneeled on the couch straddling him and kissed him hard on the lips, making him taste his own sperm. She felt so devilish seducing her hubby like this and her pussy was practically bubbling with juice at the thought of how hot she made him. The kiss went on, there mouths sliding against each other, letting his gooey cum flow back and forth. She held his face in her hands and he sat with his arms around her waist. He felt his passions burning out of control under the guidance of his kinky sexy wife. Then she pulled away and began to unbutton his shirt. A small sliver of cream ran down his chin, and she licked it off before slipping her gloved hands inside the shirt and caressing his chest with her silky fingertips. She circled his nipples and traced over his muscles feeling them twitch beneath her gloved fingers. He loved having his nipples teased, and she could see that every second aroused him more and more, though his cock stayed limp... 

"...For now," she thought.

She slithered lower, feeling her skin tingle as he kissed her soft body as it brushed past his face. She needed him hard again. Once was usually his limit, but she resolved to herself with a little chuckle that she was going to get him up if it killed him.

Miss James raised the glass of wine to her husband's lips and let him drink. She tilted the glass higher, making him drink faster and faster until it was overflowing from his lips and running down his chest. She giggled and licked at his toned body, tasting the sweet flavour and inhaling the heady scent. She took one of his nipples in her mouth, sucking and teasing him some more. Her hand reached down for his cock and she gently slid her sheathed fingers over his limp member. Mike's breathing was deepening again. His cheeks were still ruddy from his earlier exertions and his whole body was sensitive to his wife's touch. He reached instinctively for her head, and felt again the sting of her teeth on his flesh as she bit down on his nipple. Tonight she was in control, and she was going to keep it that way. He moaned in protest, but felt his cock beginning to stir once more.

"God, you horny slut! What are you doing to me?" he sighed.

Miss James gave no reply, but to bite and suck at his nipples even more. He arched his back pushing his chest to her and let out another moan. She could feel his manhood beginning to swell in her hand and she knew he was almost ready.

She pulled off his trousers and underwear leaving him completely naked, and while one hand continued to stroke his nipple, she lifted his cock with the other, and licked him from his balls to his tip. Miss James rolled back her husband's foreskin and circled her tongue around his head, sucking it tenderly into her mouth and slipping her tongue into the hole. A low groan descended from Mike as he watched his cock stretch and swell between his wife's lips. The sound of him moaning in pleasure from her ministrations seemed to reverberate in Miss James's pussy and send a shiver through her body. She hummed on his cock and threw her head into his lap devouring him; sucking him as hard as she could. Licking and grinding her teeth into his cock, almost snarling as she fucked his cock with her mouth pumping her head up and down his now hard seven inches. Mike couldn't help himself; he grabbed the back of his wife's head and worked his hips up to meet her lips. Miss James didn't care anymore; her mind was swimming with lust as she sucked her hubby's hard sweet cock. Being in control of him like this: bringing him to peaks and throwing him back down at will, feeling him powerless to her desire made her whole body burn. Her eyes were locked to her husband, who sat pressed back into the couch mouth open and torn between crying and cumming. Slowly Miss James brought her passion under control, remembering that she needed him hard for a while longer if her plan was to work. She sank her lips down to the shaven base of his cock one last time taking him into the back of her throat and sucking, her lips pressing into the sticky wetness of his bare tummy, her tongue massaging his cock and flicking against his fraenulum. He moaned a long tortured moan as she held him there, feeling him rock hard in her hot soft mouth. Then she pulled away freeing him and admiring her handy work: her husband red and panting, his cock harder than she ever remembered it and a look in his eyes that spoke of nothing but sex.

When they got into the bedroom Miss James brushed away his advances and ignored his protests, pushing him down onto the bed and dropping to her knees once again. To Mike her tongue felt so good as it bathed his balls in her saliva. They felt so full and swollen and her tongue's touch was like electricity. Its caress was like silk, making them ring with pleasure. She took one in her mouth and sucked it gently. Mike nearly gagged at the almost painful tingling he felt. His left hand bunched the sheets in his fist, while his right squeezed his nipple hard as he began to pant again. His wife's velvet glove slid slowly up and down his straining shaft as her mouth engulfed his balls. 

"I'm going to cum... Oh God you horny sexy bitch I'm going to cum!"

Miss James ignored him, continuing her assault on his balls, and squeezing his cock as she pumped, watching the big sticky drops of pre-cum forming at his tip and rolling down his shaft. 

"Oh Fuck! Oh fuck that's it! Lick me you bitch! Make me cum!!!"

"Now," thought Miss James. Quickly she pulled away from his cock and picked up a red silk scarf that she'd left rolled up into a narrow strip on the bedside table. Before he knew what was happening she had wrapped the soft piece of cloth around the base of his cock and balls and tied it off in a tight little bow underneath him.

At first Mike felt nothing but fumbling and something soft against his skin. Then, as she finished tying it off the sudden constricting feeling in his groin took hold of him, and his mouth dropped open as he realised what she had done. Within a few seconds his member had swollen up by more than half an inch in all directions. Every vein in his cock stood out like tree roots through the ground, and he looked and felt like his cock and balls were about to explode.

"You evil little..."

"Shhhh, naughty boy!" cooed his wife as she crawled up over his body. "I think your starting to talk far too much. Why don't I give that mouth of yours something more useful to do?" And so saying she grabbed his face in one hand and kissed him hard on the lips while her other hand teased under the head of his aching manhood.

"I... I'm going to explode," panted Mike as the kiss broke. 

Miss James just smiled and whispered in his ear, "Not until I say so." Then she continued to crawl forward, until the now soaked gusset of her thong rubbed against his nose and lips. Mike inhaled deeply the sweet scent of his wife's cunt and opened his mouth to taste her. Miss James pushed herself upright so she was kneeling with his head trapped between her thighs and began to rub her pussy into his face.

Mike snarled as he attacked his wife's pussy. His mouth was wide and his tongue lashed out at her crotch. She was humping his face with abandon, taking pleasure from his ruddy features rubbing against her mound. He gasped, almost choking on the scent of her, the painful pressure building in his cock merged into the smothering sensations of his wife's relentless onslaught. Miss James ground her pussy into her hubbies face with no thought of mercy in her mind. She moaned loud and long her hips rocking, grinding her soaking cunt into him through her thong. She rubbed herself hard into his mouth and nose exalting in the power and ecstasy of it. She was taken back to her encounter with Peter: How he'd choked her nearly to death on his massive member and then cum so hard and so copiously over her face. Now as she smothered her husband beneath her, driving his desire to new heights and forcing him to pleasure her, she knew that power: that unbridled self-serving lust and what it was to dominate and be worshiped for it. She fucked his face with her pussy until his arms and legs flailed beneath her body and his cock fired jets of hot sticky spunk high into the air and he cried out into her cunt until he was horse.

Mike could not believe how intense it had been. He had just experienced the most painful orgasm he'd had, and he was still shaking from it. His heart pounded in his chest as his wife took his cock in her mouth again, sucking his cum from it and licking it from his belly and thighs. As she licked up to his chest, she reached for the glass of wine on the bedside table and emptied its contents over his nose and mouth. He spluttered, choking as he tried to swallow and he sat up quickly. Miss James giggled like some infernal schoolgirl and continued to tease his cock and balls. Mike was semi erect, the pressure from the scarf was less now and his manhood was visibly throbbing as it tried to come down from its aroused state. His wife though had other ideas, and the makeshift cock-ring helped to keep him standing even when mike felt he could not go on. 

She swallowed Mike's cock one last time, sucking it steadily into the back of her throat and lovingly massaging it with her mouth. He moaned aloud, an incoherent sound of frustration and joy and exhaustion all combined. He was exhausted and his head buzzed and burned from the alcohol, yet his wife would not let him rest. 

Eventually Miss James let her husband's hard pulsating cock slip from her lips. She stood, towering over him, as he lay exhausted on the bed. She removed her bra, and steadily eased down her soaked thong. Her nipples were like bullets protruding from her petite pink breasts, and her shaven pussy glistened with all the juice it had been bathed in through the night. A thin film of sweat coated her whole body giving her a warm slippery glow in the dim lamplight of the bedroom and Mike's breaths shortened as he was awed again by her raw sexual power. Miss James moved to stand with her feet on either side of him, her pussy lined up with his cock. Slowly, she sank down until she was squatting so the curve of her bum rested gently on his balls, and her starving pussy had engulfed and devoured his throbbing prick...




Miss James's Lesson Ch. 04



4 

It was eleven o'clock. 

The five-storey block of flats was a new development and still mostly empty judging by the absence of cars in the car park and the excess of advertising that surrounded the building. Its yellow-bricked exterior was very modern in design. The rear of the block looked out over a canal with some houses on the opposite bank, and beyond that the town centre loomed in the distance. She was impressed and more than a little curious as to how he was living in such a nice place since she knew he was not with family. Miss James pulled the long fur-lined winter coat tighter about her body and pressed the buzzer for flat 22. The door clicked in response though no one spoke down the intercom to greet her. She let herself in and walked through the plush carpeted interior to the lift. Her note said top floor, so she swallowed hard and pressed the button. 

As the doors shut her mind produced every fear and anxiety she could conceive of. She was meeting an almost total stranger and no one knew where she was. She pictured the newsreels of the disappeared college teacher found on the riverbank, or worse yet, locked away in some cage only brought out for the disturbed young man's amusement. The lift stopped surprisingly quickly and the door opened. In the hallway she saw flat 22, the door was ajar and there was light inside. Miss James froze as her anxieties magnified with the possibility of actually realising this flight of fancy. Part of her hadn't believed she could get this far. She'd thought it was all just some fun erotic game, but now here she was. Her heart raced as she tried to decide what to do. She thought back to the classroom. To the arrogant boy who had disrupted her lesson just to get her attention, and then what he'd done once he had it... She felt a shiver through her body as she was again transported back. Despite her anxiety, Miss James's pussy was still soaking from her session with her hubby. 

Though it was more than two hours they had spent together that night, she had not cum with her husband. No matter how she had pushed herself with him she could not reach orgasm, as though her body knew he was not the one she wanted. A small pang of guilt struck her as she thought of her jealous hubby lying in a blissful slumber, unaware of what his sweet little wife was doing. After their session she had showered and taking her silk scarf around her neck, left him wrapped up warm in bed hugging up to a large pillow. She had been counting on the fact that alcohol and sex were a knock out combination for him and his snores as she left the room had set her mind at ease. Then she thought about how hard she had him cumming... the taste of him was still on her tongue even now. She squeezed her cunt muscles hard and felt her whole body flush. She could not bare this anymore, she needed so badly to cum and she knew that, this boy was the only one who could satisfy her tonight. She'd come this far...

The apartment was totally bare; a single bulb lit the hallway. Her attention focussed immediately on the door directly ahead of her. It was partly open and light streamed through. Her heels clicked gently on the wooden floor as she walked. She pushed and the door opened into a large room bare room that somehow seemed unusually bright. It extended out on either side of the entrance and a glass sliding door led onto a balcony opposite her. Just to her right and in the centre of the room her young student sat in a large black leather armchair. He was totally naked, and for the first time Miss James could see what a sexy and well built young man he really was. His tight muscles didn't bulge, but rippled under his skin. He had a very athletic figure, but her attention was drawn to the thick long penis that sat limp on his lap like some sleeping pet snake. Slowly Miss James's gaze drifted up from his toned thighs and long member, to meet those dreamlike dark eyes: the gaze that made her pussy drip every time she saw him. He smiled disarmingly though he still wore the look of a predator stalking its prey. 

"Nice hair, I like the new look," he said in that deep smooth voice. "It suits you." 

Miss James was lost for a moment, before she remembered the black wig that she had kept with her. Quickly she recovered her senses and replied with her own innocent smile, 

"Thank you, so do I." 

She stepped forward into the room, her hips swaying seductively as she walked out in front of the chair. She faced him, her eyes locked with his in defiance of his hold over her. Her legs were parted and her arms hung behind her, as slowly she let her coat open and drift down her soft naked body to the floor. 

His breathing was deeper now; she could see her posing was having the desired effect. For the second time that night, Miss James found herself in just her black stockings and heels, seducing a man with her body. Her whole being tingled; she had never felt so bad and she loved it. She watched her young admirers member swell in his lap and her own pulse quickened with thoughts of what he would do to her.

"Don't move," he said and he reached down to a bag hidden by the side of the armchair. At his words Miss James felt her nipples tingle and was sure she would soon be dripping all over the wooden floor. 

He stood up, holding an old wooden ruler in his right hand, his left hand hid behind his back. He stepped up to her, towering over her for the second time that day. Firmly he pressed the flat of the ruler against his teacher's pussy and started to rub. She gasped as the hard surface pressed against her wet juicy lips. Its movement tugged the flesh of her mound up and down, and she began to tremble, her breathing deep. She looked up at him, and found those eyes gazing down at her in wonder.

"My word Miss James! You're even more of a slut than I imagined." 

His voice was quiet as he demeaned her. Calm and knowing, like he'd seen her do this a hundred times before and knew she would love every second of it. Something inside of her wanted to fight him, to take back her self-control... but the sensation of the ruler now slick with her juices, sliding back and forth over her pussy was just so fucking good! 

Her back arched thrusting her breasts out to him and all she wanted was for his powerful masculine body to penetrate her and make her cum. He read her and bent his head to her chest, taking a hard nipple into his mouth and sucking. She moaned and bit her lip, her arms still hung limp behind her back and her long black hair caressed her shoulders and spine as she stood there being pleasured.

"Please, make me cum!" gasped Miss James, her words echoing in her ears as she remembered the magic that was unleashed by them just that morning. Now though, on hearing the words her lover stopped. She looked at him, disappointment clear on her face as he stood back and repeated again, "Don't move."

He stepped away behind her and Miss James did as she was told holding her gaze forward staying still, while secretly clenching and unclenching her pussy. Beyond the chair she could see a large wall mirror. In the corners of the room behind her, floodlights stood adding the extra brightness she had noticed on entering. He was directly behind her fiddling with something she had not noticed before, but couldn't make out what it was. He moved again, and adjusted things by the walls on either side of her, then returned to his position behind her. He lifted his arms over Miss James's head, and gently fitted a small mask over the top half of her face. She adjusted it, and looked at herself in the mirror. It looked like something from a period drama, one half black the other white, with silver glitter sprinkled across it. She looked in the mirror and would not have recognised the naked rampant slut that looked back. She was reminded of a film she once saw, of the high-class hooker who slept with both a gangster and a judge. She smiled as she thought of herself like that, a woman whose appetites and talents were so great that she sold herself to the highest of some very high bidders' in order to be satisfied...

Her reverie was broken by a voice, his voice. He turned her round to face him and then stepping to one side said, "Smile for the camera Sarah!" 

Miss James's mouth opened in shock as she saw for the first time the video camera that sat at the back of the room. A small monitor sat next to it facing her so she could see exactly what the camera saw. Slowly her fear died and a smile spread over her face. Her hand moved to her pussy and started to rub. She knew no one would recognise her with the wig and mask and the thought of being recorded while showing off just what a sexy nasty, slutty woman she was turned her on immensely.

"Good girl," said her student, obviously impressed by her quick adjustment. "So that no one knows who you are, I'm going to call you Sarah for tonight, you don't mind do you?" 

"Hmmm," thought Miss James, "not bad, definitely sexier than my real name."

Before she could answer his hands were slipping something around her neck. It wasn't until he stepped back and she saw the leash in his hand that she realised exactly what it was. 

"Woof, woof," she said grinning at him. He chuckled and said "It's ok, I won't make you bark until much later," and with that he bent down and clamped his lips to one of Miss James's hard little nipples again. She let out a moan and pushed her chest to his face while he squeezed her ass and her boobs and sucked her nipples as hard as he could. She could feel his big powerful hands on her groping aggressively. She could feel his mouth devouring her, and she could see the camera and the image of this sexy young man ravishing her body on the monitor. Miss James's pussy muscles clenched tight and she felt her legs shaking. Her breathing was getting shallow now as the lust she was feeling began to resurface.

"But what should I call you?" The question blurted itself out of nowhere, and when he stopped what he was doing to answer Miss James wished she had kept quiet.

"Teacher," he said smiling. "Call me Teacher." 

***

Miss James stumbled slightly as he yanked the leash. The collar at her throat cut into her flesh as he led her in a small circle back to the couch. As she moved she noticed the other cameras, one next to the door and one by the entrance to the balcony. All of them were on, facing into the centre of the room and she marvelled at the sexy, submissive little whore who walked on their monitor screens. He sat and pulled her to him, guiding her half descent/half fall so that she came to rest lying face down across his lap. She could feel his cock, hot and throbbing beneath her but it was not quite hard yet. It felt absolutely huge pressed against her tummy, even bigger than Peter's. Questions of fit merged in her mind with fantasies of her pussy being stretched to its limit, and memories of her athletic P.E. lover fucking her with his fat hard penis. Unconsciously Miss James began to writhe on her lover's lap, until a sharp stinging slap on her rear brought her back to the present. She tried to look up craning her neck to see him before having her head pushed back down.

"Now we are going to have some fun my horny little slut!" He grabbed her wrists one by one and roughly pulled them behind her back. There was a click and she felt the cold metal cuffs on her skin preventing her from moving her arms. He grabbed her ankles and did the same again, leaving her trussed up on his lap, totally at his mercy. He slapped her ass again and she jumped, her head snapping up. She saw her self on the monitor for the side camera. Her clit began to twitch at the site of her bound up and helpless on this sexy mans lap. Her surprise drained and she smiled asking, "Have I been naughty teacher?"

Her student looked at her knowingly and said, "The games are over Sarah. Time for your lesson!" And with that he brought the ruler down hard on her pink round behind. 

Seventeen!" 

His voice came as little more than a whisper, after her agonised cry had died down. He rubbed the ruler against her sopping pussy, eliciting a tortured whimper from his captive slut.

"Such a sexy, dirty whore," he said awed by her capacity for punishment. He brought the ruler down again.

"Eighteen!"

Miss James cried out as her lover spanked her. Hard rhythmic strokes, making her ass burn with pain, but she never wanted him to stop. She scrunched up her face, eyes shut tight as she prepared to take another stroke. 

"Nineteen!" she cried out with him. Her pussy juices streamed down the inside of her thighs. The ringing pain that echoed through her flesh reverberated through her clit with every strike. Pleasure now blurred with pain and though she'd never come this far before, Miss James felt that her teacher's caning was going to push her over the edge.

"Twenty!" 

"Fuck it hurts so much!" she cried. "You bastard you're going to make me cum!"

She tensed again expecting another stroke, but this time instead felt his hand delving between her soaked thighs. She moaned, a long "Ohhhh," as his fingers opened her pussy. It was the first time she'd been penetrated since riding her husband. Her hips bucked and she wriggled in his lap, pushing her ass in the air and trying to bring herself off on his hand.

"Oh Teacher, spank me again," she purred, and pushed her ass up higher for him. He slapped her bright pink bum cheek with his free hand and three of his fingers stroked her pussy lips, teasing them exquisitely while a forth probed her open hole. Miss James panted, her eyes locked on the camera. His teasing seemed only to heighten her arousal without bringing her any closer. Her movements became more aggressive as her frustration grew, flicking her hips up and down to try and force his fingers against her clit. Her Teacher just smiled and rode her body with his hand, teasing her pussy constantly. Stroking her swollen lips over and over as she moaned her need to him. He spanked her once more, and she felt his hands on her, pulling her ass open and touching her anus. She felt wetness suddenly in her asshole, and realised he was holding her open, exposing her to the camera at her rear, and dripping his saliva between her cheeks. She felt so dirty being exposed like that. This boy had her completely under his control, abusing her anyway his warped desires dictated. He spanked her again, and rubbed his spit into her anus. His fingers now probed both of her holes, rubbing and caressing all around them. He slipped his index finger deeper into her pussy and began pumping it in and out slowly. She gasped and tried to suck him inside her wanting him to make her cum like he had done in the classroom. Then he slipped a finger past her ring and into her ass. Miss James cried out and her whole body strained. She wanted to break her bonds so she could bring herself off on him. She was so close! 

A second finger entered her pussy, forcing her to relax her muscles just a little. This time her Teacher held them inside her, just flexing them. Just as she was about to yell at him for teasing her, he withdrew his fingers and stuffed them in her mouth. At the same time the finger in her ass pushed its self deeper. Miss James cried out through his digits, tasting her own pussy juice. In that instant it was as though the sweet honey on his fingers was the key to her climax, and she sucked and licked them like a woman starved. Quickly he pulled out of her mouth and stuffed his fingers in her pussy again. 

"Yesssss!!" she gasped as he fucked her juicy quim. Then he pulled out of her and brought his hand to her lips. Again she sucked his fingers dry feeling the maddening twitch in her pussy growing again. He repeated this, feeding his little slut her own cum over and over and each time Miss James sucked his fingers harder, her orgasm coming ever closer. Then he stopped. 

Miss James screamed in frustration as he pushed her onto her knees in front of him. How could he do this to her, she was so close!!! Her eyes brimmed as she knelt, her ankles and wrists strapped tight behind her. She was totally powerless.

"You think you're here for your pleasure slut?" said her Teacher mockingly. He was sat on the edge of the leather armchair, his cock in his hand. He must have been nine inches long and near two inches thick, and he still wasn't fully hard yet. All she could think of is how badly she wanted that monster inside her fucking her pussy until she was numb. He grabbed her leash suddenly and jerked his head to his groin. With her wrists and ankles tied and no warning it was all she could do to hold herself up from falling into his dick.

"You," he said, "are just my fuck toy!" and he slapped his big cock across her face. The slap didn't hurt, but Miss James struggled to keep her balance. Before she could fall, he pulled on her leash again and grabbed her head. He pulled her into his crotch rubbing his semi hard cock and full balls into her face and then stuffing her mouth full of him. 

Miss James gagged as she was smothered in his cock. His musky scent choked her and her mask was pushed out of place. She sucked on his meaty prick and whimpered, feeling totally used as she remembered that it was all being recorded. Everything would be on display, from her face being stuffed full of his meat to her pussy leaking more and more juice down her thighs. All this and she still hadn't cum. Miss James's eyes brimmed with tears of frustration as her young Teacher fucked her mouth. When he pulled out he was rock hard, and easily the biggest man she had ever met. He wiped a drop of pre-cum on her cheek, trailing a sticky line from below her eye like some obscene tear. 

***

She was sat now with her bum on the edge of the armchair. She had been gagged with a piece of cloth tied tight around her face, and her legs were spread wide by a meter long metal bar strapped at each end to one of her ankles. Her hands were still bound behind her, and she leaned back resting her shoulders against the backrest. She looked down at the boy who kneeled between her legs, and slowly pushed a thick, twelve-inch black dildo into her cunt. Miss James bit her lip as she felt herself being penetrated so deep. His right hand rested on her tummy, his thumb brushing up and down over her clit, while his other hand began pumping the massive latex toy in her pussy.

"You like big cocks don't you Sarah," he said as he pumped the contoured and veined shaft in her. "I saw the way you looked at mine when you walked in: like a bitch in heat, desperate to get her pussy rammed full."

Miss James could only nod. It had hurt at first feeling her tight little hole get battered by that massive cock, but now she wondered how she could ever go back to her hubby. Not even Peter had made her feel so full, touched her so deep. And the constant tender stroking of her clit made every sensation all the more powerful. She tilted her head to the side to watch herself getting slowly fucked on the camera monitor. She looked like such a whore; she didn't know how much more she could take...

***

She was standing now. Bent over so her head pointed to the camera by the sliding door, her ass to the camera by the entrance. He stood to the side of her, one hand holding the chain between her handcuffed wrists, the only thing that stopped her from falling. He was calling her names. She was his "dirty little fuck toy", his "cock-sucking tramp". Slut! Bitch! Whore! He called her every name he could think of, degrading her for the cameras. Telling her "the truth" about her self. She believed every word and loved him for it. He was spanking her too. Just with his hand. He was spanking her pussy. He was swinging his hand down from above her, slapping his fingers against her soaking wet pussy lips, each sting punctuating his tirade. And with every slap of her pussy, Miss James counted out loud.




Miss James's Lesson Ch. 04



***

The night air was cold on her skin, leaving her shivering body covered in goose bumps. Miss James stood bent over the balcony, her hands still tied behind her. Her ass quivered, still sore from the spankings she'd received. Over the balcony she could see lights in the houses across the canal. It would be an easy thing for someone to look up and see her. To her right was another camera, and to her left in the corner was another floodlight. The bar had been removed from her ankles now and her pussy ached. It was unlike any ache she'd ever known. The pain was exclusive, separated from any pleasure, and yet she took pleasure from it. She panted and moaned quietly into the night. Looking at the camera she knew that no matter what he did now nothing would keep her from the release she needed. As she stood there exposed and bound, staring into the lens of the camera, her life flashed before her eyes. Every detail and experience from her first kiss, the first time she made love, to the fucking she'd been given at school that day and the domination of her husband. Nothing she ever knew had been like this; so base and obscene, yet so very, very good. 

His hands struck her trembling globes and he pulled her ass open with his fingers. She felt him pressing against her, that fat swollen cock-head was slowly penetrating her anus.

"Yes, that's it fuck me!" she said, her voice breathless as the pain took hold of her. She knew it would hurt, and even though he was well lubricated her ass protested against the huge penis that sought to tear her open. She was biting down on her lip her eyes squeezed tight. 

"Give it to me, give me that cock!" she said. She didn't care how much it hurt she just needed to be fucked. When he reached half way, Miss James was more full than she'd ever known. He started fucking her, and she growled loud as the massive member inside her ripped her body open. 

"Fuck me! Fuck Me!!" she cried.

His fingers were curled around the chain of her handcuffs, his other hand pushed down on her shoulder. All she could do as he pounded more and more of that big cock into her was moan and cry out. He fucked her harder, determined to fit his entire cock into her tight little ass. He pulled back on her handcuffs, and Miss James felt her shoulders burn as his hips pounded her forward, going deeper.

He was in her all the way now. His huge penis was stroking her deeper than anything she'd ever fucked and she began to cry out uncontrollably. His pace increased, and her pussy started to flow with her cum. All the teasing and spanking and fucking she had taken overtook her mind and blew her away. Finally after a night of torturous foreplay and teasing it happened. From the depths of her pussy, the core of her being, Miss James's body spasmed and quaked. She exploded, cumming so deep, so hard, over and over again. Where one orgasm stopped and her next started became a blur and her screams and gasps became ragged as her throat started to dry. Still he pounded that monster cock in her ass, fucking her for all she was worth. Miss James shook and writhed in orgasmic agony, her body pushed beyond all of its limits. He continued driving that huge penis home in her ass until the constant orgasm that Miss James now lived had long since numbed her body and mind. For the longest time she truly was nothing more than his limp little fuck-doll, a warm and tight little ass for him to defile with that monster cock. He pulled out and she collapsed, dropping to the floor trembling and sobbing with the after-shocks of her experience. She barely noticed as he squeezed his cock over her, releasing hot thick ropes of his sperm over her face and body.



Miss James's Lesson Ch. 05



5

Her hand moved instinctively to her stinging wet bum and gently massaged it. He had unbound her before going back inside, and she had sat there panting and shaking as her mind returned from its orgasmic prison. Now she stood, looking out over the balcony, luxuriating in the pulsing glow that spread through her body, and thinking of the woman she had been denying all this time. A movement from below her gaze caught her, and she looked over the water to one of the houses. In the window stood the silhouette of a man. She watched, and could make out a sound that went with his movements. He was clapping, slowly applauding her, the star of the show. Miss James paused a moment not knowing how to react. Then she pulled off her wig letting her golden mane fall to her shoulders and pulled off the mask, dropping them both at her feet. She nodded her head and curtsied to the man over the water. Then she turned and walked into the flat.

Inside he was standing in front of the armchair packing his bag with the last of the toys. He had finished packing his cameras away and the floodlights had been switched off. Four mini-tapes sat on one of the silver camera cases. He turned as he heard her heels clicking on the floor. He was still naked, and his eyes still had that dark spellbinding look. She was going to enjoy this.

"I want more." 

Her voice was calm, even, and quietly insistent. His eyebrow rose in surprise; a minute ago she could barely stand.

"Not tonight," he said, "but Ill let you know next time I'm free."

Slowly Miss James slid her fingertip up the length of his sticky member, and trailed it up over his tummy. His cock had already started to react to her as it had when she first walked in. She was going to get what she wanted. 

"Now," she ordered. As she spoke her hand reached his shoulder and she pushed him hard. The back of his leg was too close to the chair, and he fell caught off guard by what was happening. Quickly she straddled him on the armchair just as she had done to her husband earlier. She pushed her naked pussy into the boys face and commanded him to lick. His hands came up to her ass and squeezed, and he opened his mouth on her, his tongue burying itself between the folds of her pussy.

"You've been a very naughty boy and a very bad student," sighed Miss James. "You're going to have to make it up to me now or face the consequences."

His tongue lapped at the length of her quim and he dug his fingers into the soft firm flesh of her ass. 

"This slut is absolutely insatiable," he thought. "An absolute nympho-fucking-maniac."

It was a thought he really enjoyed and his mind began playing out the different ways he would fuck her and make her a slave to his cock. As she ground her pussy into his face he could feel himself getting stiffer and stiffer. If this bitch wanted to get her brains fucked out by a young hung stud... Well, who was he to argue? He closed his mouth over her clit and began lashing it with his tongue. It wasn't going to take much for such a whore to end up begging for his cum.

She felt his lips on her clit and smiled inwardly.

"I know what you're up to," she thought. An involuntary spasm caught her as he started licking her button. What a talented boy he was. She lifted her hips so his mouth was once again locked to her pussy and pulled his head tighter to her. 

"Mmmm good boy," she said as she felt him gasping against her cunt, and she humped harder, feeling the stirrings of an orgasm as his face rubbed against her. 

"I think it's time to start your lecture."

She slid down his body, and took the head of his cock in her mouth. He was so thick, she loved the way it felt in her mouth as she slid her tongue around him.

"God this bitch can suck!" 

He could've easily let himself unload in his teacher's mouth, but after smothering him like that he wanted to hear her scream, just like she had on the balcony. He was breathless, but glowing and as he felt her start to stroke him, his look changed back to the same intense glare he'd had before. Her eyes locked with his as she worked her mouth on him. Her hand came up from the floor, her red silk scarf held loosely in her fingers, and she began stroking his thighs and balls with the soft fabric. He closed his eyes as he felt the softness of the scarf on his balls. He groaned in appreciation of her creativity, feeling her lips move and slide over his swollen cock-head. Sexy older women always had a few tricks up their sleeves, and he loved to take advantage of their knowledge. Delicately she wound the scarf around his cock, sliding it softly across the base of his shaft. The fabric trailed over his burning member, her stroking becoming the melody to her mouth's slurping rhythm. Not until too late did he realise what she planned, and his big cock began to stretch and grow even more as Miss James's knot restricted the blood flow.

The tightness was sudden. Where his cock had been supported it was now being squeezed, and he opened his eyes to see his manhood bulging, the veins almost bursting under the pressure. Miss James's mouth still consumed the end of his meat, and her soft sweet lips and slippery tongue quickly cooled his indignation. He moaned again as she used the long strip of fabric that hung from the knot to tease his balls. 

"So what if she wanted him harder for even longer," he thought. "She doesn't know what she's in for."

They were on the floor. She had lifted her mouth from his cock and asked in that seductive voice if he would 69 with her. She had moved off him, and lain on the floor, telling him he wanted to feel him using her mouth; fucking it like a deep wet cunt. The moment her body hit the floor he was in her mouth again. She swallowed his massive cock, taking nearly half his meat in one go, then relaxing as he began a slow rhythmic pumping. He held her thighs wide and continued to lap at her pussy, drawing his tongue in long strokes from her clit to her anus and back. 

Miss James lay back on the hard wooden floor letting her pussy get eaten and her mouth get used.

"Oh yes," she thought as his massive cock probed her throat, "definitely a talented boy!" 

She grabbed her young students behind to steady his thrusting. His tongue hit her clit and she moaned through the meat in her throat, digging her nails into his ass. She was going to cum very soon, but not before she'd finished giving him her lesson. Miss James took the end of her scarf, and drew it between her young lovers cheeks. Instantly his hips jerked upwards in surprise, freeing her mouth of his cock. He froze, as his virgin ring was touched for the first time. She grinned as she realised she'd been right, and that now it was her turn to play. Calmly Miss James continued and slowly he relaxed (still keeping his body raised), letting himself get used to the new and pleasant sensations that passed from his anus to his balls and cock. He panted quietly as she stroked his ring with her silk covered fingers, and she could see his cock visibly straining as his arousal grew. A drop of pre-cum was forming on the tip, and she licked it off eagerly. She loved the paralysing effect she was having on him, but she wasn't done yet. Her other hand reached for the bag of toys that lay next to them on the floor, and she pulled out the sticky twelve-inch dildo that had earlier been forced between her splayed thighs.

His whole body was on edge from his aching straining cock, to his hard little nipples. He couldn't move, he couldn't think, he just held his position feeling her fingers probing his ass. He hadn't noticed when she shifted her body beneath him, but when her tongue slipped between his cheeks and flicked against his ring he nearly came then and there. He moaned incoherently, his senses totally dumbstruck by her actions. He felt his cock beginning to leak pre-cum in a steady flow and knew he would cum like nothing he'd ever known. He could feel her saliva running down from his ass to his balls and he wished desperately that his cock were free to explode. He was moaning and gasping continuously now, "like a bitch getting fucked," he thought; but his body was no longer under his control.

Then it happened. The sensations came over him as if in slow motion, each taking a lifetime to run its course. First the soft silk of the scarf parted his ass cheeks in replacement of her tongue, but this time there was more, like she was sheathing all her fingers at once. Then it hit his now very wet anus, probing it, penetrating him just so slightly and sending shockwaves of erotic fire through his body. Then the pain hit and he screamed in shock and fear, as his virgin ass was torn open by the silk clad phallus.

"OH MY GOD YOU BITCH!!!" he cried and tried to scramble forward on all fours. As he did her long supple legs came up and wrapped around his midriff squeezing him tight and halting his escape. He cried out again enraged and tried to free himself, only to be stung by a slap to his balls.

"Now, now you naughty boy" came his teachers stern voice, "You're going to learn to take your punishment like a man." She pushed some more and slid another two inches of the big thick dildo into his ass. He groaned and struggled again, but stopped when her hand closed tightly around his scrotum. Steadily, Miss James pumped the dildo back and forth in the boy's ass. She had around half of the thick twelve-incher buried inside him now. A small tuft of fabric stuck out from his behind as she worked the black monster cock in and out of him.

The pain was subsiding now and the burning lust that had hold of him before was gradually taking him again. His ass was so full and stretched and it felt so good. His cock ached for release so badly. His massive member now swollen beyond his wildest imaginings twitched beneath him as this slutty whore of a woman fucked him in the ass with a dildo. Without realising, he started rocking back on the cock in his ass, letting it go deeper. The feeling was so good he couldn't take it. 

"I'm going to cum! Fuck, Miss I'm going to cum..."

Miss James sat up behind him and pumped faster, fucking him hard now with her big cock. 

"Come on you little bastard, cum for me!"

He felt his balls contracting and his cock start to spasm. He cried out incoherently as his orgasm hit like a bomb in his belly. His arms gave way and he shook moaning louder and longer than he had breath to, and he felt a shooting pain through is cock that seemed only to heighten the experience. Miss James slapped his backside and stuffed more of the big black dildo into him making him cry out again and again. His orgasm seemed to last forever, his big cock twitching endlessly, but not a drop of his cum issued forth from it. As his orgasm began to fade, the pain in his groin lingered on as his body tried in vain to discharge his boiling load.

"My god Miss James, what have you done to me?" he moaned. 

"I taught you the lesson you tried to teach me," she replied. Then grasping his balls firmly in her hand again she said with a smile, "And don't forget, it's Mistress James to you."

***

The birds were already singing, though the sun was not quite ready to get up yet. Miss James walked to her car in her long coat. The chill of the morning was counteracted by the warm glow that radiated from her body. Her thighs were slick with cum, both his and her own. She had rolled him onto his back and ridden his big cock for so long, using the dildo to bring his arousal up and down as she wanted, and only untying him after she'd cum three more times that night. She giggled as she remembered his face when she'd pulled the scarf out of his ass during his last orgasm. She had never felt such a torrent of cum in her pussy before and it had set off her own little tidal wave in her pussy. She'd always heard men could be multi-orgasmic, but shed never really believed it until now.

The smile on her face lasted all the way to her home, where she washed briefly and went to her bed. Her husband lay fast asleep still, totally unaware of his wife's adventure. She kissed him softly on the cheek and lay down next to him, her eyes closing almost instantly. Tomorrow was Saturday, and she could unwind at last, but strangely her mind wandered to Monday. It was the start of another long and boring week at the college with unruly students and pompous arrogant colleagues. Miss James drifted off into a deep peaceful slumber, thinking about Monday. Odd though it was, she just couldn't wait for it to come.