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Rafael's Piano: A Love Story

By: mattwatt43



Catherine left her office at the college a bit late in the day, at least late for her, and trudged across the darkening parking lot. On her way to her car, she noticed someone playing basketball on the nearby court. From a distance, she thought that he was familiar. She wasn't just sure.

She also didn't know if that made her feel better and safer or not. That caused a spate of thoughts to race across her mind. She realized that she'd been doing more and more of this kind of thinking lately.

They were thoughts like 'Maybe he's here to grab me!' or 'Maybe this is my chance and my ravisher is waiting for me.'

The thoughts were mental games that she allowed herself to play but she increasingly understood that they were games of desperation.

She was, at least she thought, a not unattractive 35 but there seemed to be no one who was on the make, or looking or sniffing around or any of those cute phrases that are used for guys who are interested and seeking.

She was aware of some of the married members of the faculty who did give her looks but she certainly wasn't heading in that direction.

"A home wrecker I'm not!" she'd frequently say to herself and turn those kinds of offers down flat.

She suspected, with some truth too, that her doing just that, turning those kinds of offers down had gotten her a kind of 'ice maiden' reputation that she didn't feel was justified at all.

Of herself, in those dark moments of personal truthfulness, and glasses of wine, normally late at night, and also normally to the music of Sinatra, she just said that she was simply 'underused'. That was her word.

She didn't feel that she was desperate. The only desperation that she knew was the desperation of there being no more chances for her. That thought crowded her alone times, when she would let it, entertain it, and it made her shiver.

So, here she was, walking to her car, fantasizing about being seized by whoever it was that was playing some basketball. It was a pleasant enough thought, that is, if you were Catherine Little and liked those kinds of thoughts.

This Friday night the world was in balance for her but the balance was precarious. She faced a weekend of nothing to do, and not many creative thoughts about how to do it.

This move to the college town away from friends and family was supposed to be 'good' for her, and here it was, she feared, pushing her toward 'old maidhood'. And her being so largely untried.

In the depths of these kinds of thoughts she even gave some consideration to trying 'girls' but never had the nerve to go to one of the local lesbian bars and 'strut her stuff.'

"Oh, Catherine," she chided herself, "You are all talk, that's all."

Then the fragile balance of her world collapsed in the form of a flat tire!

Catherine wailed out loud. It was the last straw in a pretty difficult week. Without very much of a preliminary, she found herself weeping; it was full out weeping, head in the hands weeping, end of the line weeping, 'why the hell has this happened to me,' weeping.'

It was only as she began to calm down from her weeping that she heard a voice from not too far away:

"Dr. Little, are you okay?" the voice asked in a lovely soft tone.

"Oh, Rafael," Catherine said, looking around and seeing that the one who had been playing basketball was a student of hers Rafael Regis.

He was a handsome boy, almost, she thought, pretty, from the Virgin Islands. His skin a lovely dark brown color and his teeth, when he smiled sparkly.

"Yes," she said in return, "I'm having this little fit here; it's been a hard week, and now, at the end of it, I have a flat tire and don't know anything about fixing flat tires." 

She began to sob again.

"Now, Dr Little," he said, "It's not really as bad as all that."

"Don't you try to cajole me out of my weltschmerz, Rafael!" she said a little sharply.

"I'm certainly not trying to deprive you of your 'weltschmerz'," he said, "But I'm going to change your tire for you."

Catherine cried again; this act of kindness was almost too much for her, even though now she didn't know why she was crying.

In the middle of her weeping, she enfolded Rafael into her arms and wept on his shoulder. He didn't know what to do with this emotional professor, his philosophy professor. He kind of dangled his hands down at his side.

"Thank you, Rafael," she said, brushing the tears away, "I mean for fixing the tire and also letting me have my little crisis here."

"Crisis over?" he asked, smiling, and getting a kind of ragged smile in return.

"For now," she said, wiping her eyes and then continued:

"Oh! The tire fixing things. Yes, the trunk."

She opened the trunk and watched him as he fixed the tire and put the spare, a 'donut' on.

"This tire is not very good for driving on, and is only for emergencies," he said. "You should go and get the other fixed right away."

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she said, and he was afraid that she was going to begin again. 

He held up his hand and said:

"I'll go with you and make sure that it is fixed and put on your car. You just do the driving, Dr. Little!"

"Would you really? Oh, Rafael," she said. "I appreciate that so much."

"My pleasure," he said, "Damsel in distress and all that."

"Damsel in crisis is more like it," she said, "And I'll work on that, I promise. At least no more of it, while we're together. Are you ready?"

"Yes, ready," he said, and they left.

She noticed just a bit of difficulty with the driving. They found a tire place and he took care of negotiating for getting the other tire fixed, it had a nail in it, and all. It went smoothly. 

When the job was done, and they were in the car again, Catherine looked at Rafael and said:

"I appreciate the help, Rafael, especially when I was having my world ending crisis right in your face. Will you please let me take you to dinner? Please?"

He smiled at her:

"Lovely thought," he said.

"The least that I can do for your help," was her response.

"Can you wait for me to wash up a bit and change?" he asked.

"Yes, of course," she answered, "Then I'll need to do the same."

They went to his student housing building. 

"Welcome to the stalag!" he said.

"It seems so horrible!" she answered.

"Yes, it is a little worse than it looks," he said with a laugh.

"Oh, dear!" she said to him.

"As you wait for me, please lock your doors," he said. "I don't trust all the neighbors here."

She said 'oh dear' again but followed his advice.

He was only gone about 15 minutes or so, and came back wearing clean shorts and a clean soft knit shirt.

"Spiffy!' she said, "Nice transformation."

"The lady is so polite"! He remarked with a smile.

"Except when she's having a melt down!" was her response.

"What was that about?" he asked, and then quickly held up a hand and said:

"I apologize; that was rude of me to ask. I promise not to act dishonorably."

She smiled at him: "You're such a gentleman, Rafael."

"Despite where I live!" he said, smiling ruefully.

"Can't you move?" she asked.

"No place to move to!" was his answer. "Lots of people would like to move out of this housing but can't; just no place to go."

It caused a thought to stir in her but she pushed it off and left it for thinking later.

They got to her house, one of her indulgences, a large rural brick house with a finished basement and twice the room that she needed. She'd even spoiled herself with a master bath make over. Her bedroom and bath were truly luxurious. 

"Please come in, Rafael," she said, "It will only take me a little bit to change and be ready."

She went upstairs to change, after telling him to look into the refrigerator and help himself to something to drink.

(It's probably rude of me no to at least describe our heroine, Catherine. She was a professor of philosophy at the school, or more exact an associate professor within the twinkling of an eye of tenure. She was 5'6" and weighed about 135 lbs, give or take. She was a workout person and used her workouts to keep her weight in check. She thought that she was fat, especially in the ass but the truth was that she was the perfect ideal of the renaissance painter. She was large and luscious, with significantly large tits and large, dark sensitive nipples. Her ass, too big, to her way of thinking, was round and almost perfect. She had, however, an uncanny knack of dressing in just such a fashion that all of these lovely qualities went un noticed un remarked on. But for the man who would manage to get her clothes off, she was a gift, purely a gift.)

Nor was she thinking about Rafael in those terms. She was so genuinely appreciative of his having really rescued her, both in terms of the tire and in terms of bringing her out of her spectacular funk, her 'poor pitiful me' party, that she was not only planning to take him to dinner but was actually thinking of offering to rent her basement, a full basement set up in apartment fashion with its own full bath and shower.

Then something happened to make the world, her world but the whole world simply go in a new direction.

Rafael sat down to Catherine's piano and began to play.

The piano was a gift left over from her mom, who'd been a piano player and teacher, and had the good fortune of acquiring a vintage steinway grand, which had its own room in Catherine's house.

Rafael was playing the piano now. From the first note, when he launched into what she thought was some Gershwin, Catherine stood stone still and just listened. She took a step toward the doorway to go down and listen to him play but realized that she hadn't even put her clean blouse on.

She laughed at herself but never stopped listening to his lovely, lovely music.

She was finally ready, wearing another of her vintage outfits: a line skirt and simple blouse with 'sensible' heels, and pantyhose. When she was ready and dressed, she hurried down and went to what she called the 'Music Room'. 

He sat there and played the Gershwin, something from "Rhapsody in Blue" with his eyes closed. He played for a bit and, when he stopped she said, with a sharp intake of breath:

"Rafael,that was beautiful."

"Wonderful instrument!" he said, "It should be played."

"I'm not very good," she admitted, "But I loved hearing you play."

The thought then entered her mind to include in the basement apartment privileges, also a piano privilege.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Ready," she said.

"You look so nice!" he said next.

"I look frumpy," she said with a laugh, "I always do!"

"You don't contradict a gentleman's compliment!" he said softly.

She dropped a curtsey, and said, in return:

"You're right, sir! And I apologize."

"Accepted," he quipped back at her, "And you do look nice!"

"Thank you, sir!" she said. Then she went on:

"So, dinner, quiet? Student? What'll it be? My treat; my thanks!"

"That's very kind of you," he said, "Then you pick the place."

She picked a quiet Italian place that she favored. They got a booth in the back corner and sat comfortably and companionably.

"Since you witnessed my spectacular 'melt down'," she began with him, "I will tell you what it was about."

She spoke, as with a good friend, about her perceived loneliness and how it at times weighs upon her, and her facing an empty weekend. She didn't go into it deeper than that abut she sensed that he understood her.

He, for his part, then talked to her about his own sense of displacement, and being far from home, where he had only his grandparents left. He talked about the kind of housing in which he lived and how dreadful it was.

They spoke with each other in a very companionable way, as though they'd known each other for a long time, instead of the short time as teacher and student.

It was then that she decided to make her offer:

"Rafael, I was thinking; I have a full furnished basement, set up as an apartment. One bedroom with a full bath and kitchen. I'm wondering if you would be interested in having it?"

He stared at her almost open mouthed.

"What . . .what would it cost?" he asked softly.

"Oh, why don't we say that you can have the apartment for doing the outside grounds kind of work, fix it things, changing tires and the like?"

"I"m not paying much now but I can afford that much; I'll insist on at least paying that much!"

"Then I'll throw in all the practice and playing time on the piano that you can manage," she continued.

"Really? Dr. Little! Really?" he said, almost in disbelief.

"Really!" she said to him. "Can we work out a deal?"

"Deal! You've got it! Uh . . .when?" he said next, hesitatingly.

"As soon as you want," she said "But one drawback!'

"Yes?" he asked.

"The only entrance is through my kitchen. Both the front and back stairs to the apartment are in the house, the kitchen and the hallway."

"No problem," he grinned, "I'll be the best tenant in the world."

He laid his hand over hers and said:

"This is the nicest thing possible! I want to thank you for it."

His hand over hers stirred Catherine almost more than she cared to admit to herself. She got a fit of shivers.

He asked: "Are you okay?"

"Yes, just a draft, I think," she replied.

Then their food came and they ate. They talked for a while about his music, and her own teaching career. They exchanged in the process little confidences and Catherine went a little further into her angst thing, receiving some unexpected but very sound advice from him.

As the dinner ended, he said to her:

"Dr Little, this has been a true and rare treat!"

"And to think it started with a conventional female melt down!" she said grinning.

"There was, uh, nothing conventional about the melt down, or what you were feeling or expressing," he said softly.

"Thank you for understanding!" she said. Then she brightened and said:

"Why don't we go so that I can show you the apartment?"

"Great idea!" was his answer and she paid and they were off. 

They got to the car and she said:

"Rafael, I'm the one that had wine; would you please drive?"

"Glad to," he said, taking the keys from her with a smile.

Catherine began to twirl her thoughts about him and how lovely he was. She didn't try to stop herself, as they drove through the night. She'd have fantasies now, she thought, to play with. It had been a bit of time, since she felt the desire to indulge her fantasies and do some playing with herself. She knew that this night, in bed, she'd have a fantasy time.

They arrived at her home and she showed him into the basement apartment. Like all the rest of the house, it was well taken care of, very modern, with up to date appliances and all. It had a kind small room that could be used as a study room too.

Rafael was taken aback by it:

"Dr. Little, this is lovely; it's really more than I ever hoped to find for myself. This is way beyond anything that you should probably be doing for me."

"Rafael," she said, "Look at it this way. There's lots of property here to take care of; I have the machines but don't do it or do it well; there are things to fix. You'll be contributing and helping me out a great deal."

She smiled at him, as she said it all.

"Are you sure?" he wanted to know. 

She shook her head 'yes' and smiled at him. To and for herself, she was sure; she wanted him here.

"I'll pay you what I pay now for my room," he said.

"I'll take that and add it to the food money," was her reply. "I expect that you'll need to eat."

"You are being way too kind here, Dr Little!" he said quietly.

"But," she returned, "You rescued me, when I needed it, and you promised to play the piano for me. That's worth a great deal to me."

He finally gave her a big grin and said: "Sold! I'll play for you every day, whenever you want."

"I won't do anything," she said quickly, "To restrict your freedom, Rafael. I respect that very much. You can come and go as you like. You can even have girls over, as you like."

He grinned, "Well, not as I like; I'm so new here and don't know that many girls, and certainly haven't found any that I'm interested in."

That brightened Catherine considerably, though she tried not to show it too much. 

"What's next then?" she asked.

"Well," he answered, "I'm on a very short term and easy lease; it will allow me to move out any time. I just need to make arrangements for a kind of truck to bring my few things over."

"Well, you're in luck," Catherine said, "I have indulged myself in all sorts of ways, since I'm not 'tied down'. I have a small pickup truck in the garage that you can use. I'll help you if you want."

"Dr. Little," he protested, "This is too much!"

"I guess that I need to try to make you understand how very important your coming along to help me was tonight. The way you acted; the kindness that you showed; the way that you kind of took over in a situation where I wasn't coping," she said, quickly so that she could get it out, while she had courage.

"I was feeling about as low as possible. You have simply perked me up, and I don't know why but your piano playing was almost a life saver for me, with its beauty. I have almost forgotten, in my gloominess, about beauty."

She hesitated then and gave him a look that showed her seriousness.

"I want to be able to show you that I appreciate what you've done, and how you've done it. I might have been being silly but I was certainly low. You've helped with that."

"Low?" he asked gently.

"Well, yes, it's a kind of a thing that I go through periodically with myself," she said.

She saw his look and said, laughing:

"No, I don't mean my female monthlies; I mean a kind of gloom thing that I periodically treat myself to, whether I need it or not. The combination of the exasperating tire and your kindness jolted me out of that at exactly the right time. It was the kindest thing imaginable. Thank you."

Once she said that she moved to him and kissed his cheek. It made him smile.

"I just want to show you my thankfulness in kind," she concluded.

"Well, Dr. Little, you certainly are doing that!" he said with a great smile.

"Can we not do 'Dr Little?" she asked. "Can it be, at least around here, Catherine?"

"It certainly can, Catherine!" he said. 

Then she had a thought and asked:

"But, oh dear, you might have studying to do, and I'm keeping you so dreadfully late. Shall I take you back now?"

"Can I ask a request first?" he said.

"Yes," she said softly, not knowing what was coming.

"May I play for you again?" he asked, softly smiling.

"Oh, how lovely!" she exclaimed. "Would you? Please? I'd like it so much."

He sat to the piano, as she watched and listened. He went through some Mozart and then some Chopin.

"You are so accomplished!" she said, getting up.

"A few more?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, "But let me go get something first."

She came back with two glasses of white wine. He thanked her and they clinked glasses and then he played for her again ending with Debussy's 'Clair de Lune'.

She was in tears, when he finished.

"I'm sorry to be so weepy," she said, "But listening to the piano being played so beautifully is a really rare treat for me."

"Thank you, Catherine for letting me play it; it's a grand, grand instrument," he said, bowing his head to her just a little bit.

"Can I come tomorrow and see if you want to move anything?" she asked, and then she blushed, and hastened to say: 

"I'm so sorry for sounding like I'm taking over and being bossy; I didn't mean that!"

"I know you didn't," he said with another smile. "Yes, by all means, come tomorrow and we'll see what needs to be moved. You are being kindness itself."

"We're friends," she said, "And, Rafael, it's what friends do."

"Yes, that's the lovely thing of it," he said, and they left.

She took him back to his place and dropped him off, promising to be there in the morning.


Rafael's Piano: A Love Story Ch. 02



Then she added: "Seven AM tomorrow morning, sir! I'll be there and ready!"

"You'd better be," was his answer, and he watched her, he suspected what was coming next.

"But, sir," she said, "I don't know what to do, I mean about any of this; I just don't."

"Well, first of all, Catherine, my own personal slut," he began.

She had a thrill of outrageous proportions at his use of the word 'slut'.

He noticed and broke off what he was saying: "You liked being called that, didn't you?"

"Oh, yes, sir!" Catherine said, "Slut! It's what I want to be for you, the content of all those fantasies!"

"Well, it's what you will be!" he said with authority. "Later we'll have a recitation of what happened to you in college."

She blushed then and said a simple: "Yes, sir."

Then he let her go and went a few paces away from her, just looking at her. 

"I want you to do something that will start us out," he said.

She nodded.

"Always speak to your master," he said, "Your 7 AM just got a bit worse with that nod."

"Sorry, sir! I will learn, I promise."

"I'm sure you will," he said. "But now, Catherine, I can't believe my good fortune here or how wickedly lovely you have been all this time beneath your clothes."

"Thank you, sir," she said, "I have terrible taste in clothes."

"We can change that," he said.

She brightened immediately: "You will you help me? Really shop with me, I mean?"

"Yes, love," he said. 

"The first thing that I want to do is take you outside for a walk."

Catherine giggled at this turn of events. She had a questioning look on her face.

"Yes, love?" he asked.

"I don't really know what or how to proceed here, Rafael, uh, sir," she began, "I'm not trying to be impertinent but aren't we going to . . .you know?"

He laughed: "You mean sexual things?"

"Yes, sir," she said.

"First of all I want you at all times to speak what you mean; use the words and don't hide those kinds of messages from me. Clear?"

"As a bell, sir," she said. "I was wondering if you wanted to have sex with me or to do things, you know, blow jobs, fucking."

She colored as she said this and he laughed.

"Catherine, you are so precious!" he said, "I love the way you talk and get tongue tied in what you're saying."

She smiled. She was really unsure of herself and on rocky ground, feeling her way forward, so to speak but it was the most exciting thing that she had happen to her in a long, long time.

"In my country," he said with as smile, "When you take a woman whom you propose to make yours in the way that you and I are talking of, you first take her out under the stars; you take her there naked and introduce her to the elements, to the natural world and to the stars. You're declaring to all and everything saying:

"Look! This is my woman! Look at her beauty! Look at her perfection! Look at her because she's mine! My own!"

Catherine put her hand to her mouth and only made a mewling sound at that.

"That's so beautiful!" she said. "Rafael," she went on, "I will do everything in my power to not cause you shame, to be what you want and what you need."

She stopped, almost totally overwhelmed by what he'd said, and she said: "May I come to you?"

He held out his hand and, following an instinct that was the correct one, she dropped to her knees and crawled to him. She nestled herself between his outstretched thighs and said:

"Sir, I mean everything I say, when I tell you that I want to be, long to be, beg to be, beseech you to allow me to be your slave. I am an educated modern woman and I know what I am offering, and I'm offering it for as long as you want. I will do what you tell me, when you tell me, in the way that you tell me. I promise to learn how to be good for you, and to adore you as my master!"

She stopped, brought to a halt by her own emotions; then went on:

"I've wanted to say this to someone all my life; I've despaired of ever finding someone that I could or would say it to, was almost in a 'giving up' frame of mind, and you came into my melt down and rescued me." 

Catherine had overwhelmed herself with the suddenness of this declaration but it had been on her mind and her heart for a week now, and in her fantasies for about all her life.

She suppressed a sob in her throat and bent down and kiss the toe of his shoes.

"Come with me, beautiful Catherine," he said. "The stars await!"

"Do I . . .shall I take off my panties?" she asked.

"Not just now," he said softly. "We go outside, into the night that belongs to night things and we give them up as your offing to the night things. It's the proper way to do it."

"Oh, this gives me shivers, Rafael, sir!" she said happily and took his offered hand, following him out the back door into the darkness.

They were together and she held his hand still. He went to a place that had loose dirt and worked at it for just a bit. Then he turned to her and said:

"The panties, bury them here! They can be retrieved in the daylight, when darkness is done with them, has had the full smell of them and the full taste of them."

She shivered at his words and did as he bid. She slipped her rose colored panties down past her thighs and off. Bending over she placed the panties in the hole he'd prepared. He fixed the dirt back over the planted garment, and he softly:

"There for darkness, for night to enjoy."

Then he took her by the hand and led her farther into the back, into the darkness.

Catherine had bought an old, stately home with lots of property around it. It was her pride and joy. They were going now toward the very back, where the woods merged with the land.

There was a small hillock there; he seemed to be taking her there.

Catherine was enchanted, overwhelmed, and so deeply happy by these strange events that she smiled all the while she was being led by him. The walk, with her now totally naked on her own property, and being led by this wonderful, handsome man was the most potent sexual stimulant that she'd ever had.

He stopped, when he reached the hillock, and looked around and up into the sky, never letting go of her hand.

"This one is mine!" he said out loud. Then in a slightly stronger voice:

"This one, this fair one, this beautiful one, is certainly mine! By her choice, by her offer, by her loveliness and her beauty, this one is certainly mine!"

He turned to her and said: 

"Now, Catherine, you must say to the stars, 'I will it so!' and then make an act of obeisance. You will know what to do."

The thought fleeted across Catherine's mind then:

"Finally, this, finally!"

She said in a soft and clear voice:

"I will it so!"

Then she sank to her knees, never letting her eyes stray from his or from the strange and wonderful smile on his face. 

After a brief thought she said softly:

"Rafael, I'm not so sure that I'm good at this. I haven't done this much."

"All the better, Catherine love," he answered her. "It will be something to learn together, a shared experience. Make your declaration, Catherine."

"Thank you; I will," she said and with a sigh, and what was for her a great deal of courage, she reached up and unzipped his fly. 

Her breath caught in her throat as she found his cock already partially erect and pulled it from his pants. He only smiled at her, as she confronted his chocolate brown, fully extended, eight inch prick.

"Oh, I like this!" she cooed to him, letting the frustrations and lack of chances of her life simply drain away from her.

"I thought you might, magnificent Catherine!" he said, smiling down on her, as she began by kissing the head.

"Help me out here, please, sir, to do it right," she said, licking the underside of the cock head and making him shiver.

"The lady needs no help," he said with a sigh, "She's proving herself abounding with natural talent."

"Oh good," she giggled, stroking the cock as she spoke to him, "If there is any natural talent that I want to abound in, when I'm with you, it's sure to be cock sucking!"

"Oh, listen to the mouth on the lady professor!" he said.

"Associate Professor," she corrected him with a grin.

"Seven AM just went to 15 spanks and counting!" he said.

"Ohhhhh!" she wailed and then, her eyes glued to his, and taking in his smile, said:

"This is my declaration to my master, Rafael, lord of both me and the piano, and to the stars that watch us."

Saying that, she now put the whole cock head into her mouth, and began to suck in earnest. She slowly but surely crept her lips along the length of the cock, making progress as she went stopping, when the gag reflex became strong. 

He was holding her head, not moving it; she was doing that herself, as she began to bob her head up and down on the cock, making sure that she always had her mouth glue to the skin of the prick so as to move the skin with her mouth, almost jerking him off orally.

"Oh, wonderful, wonderful!" he said to her, with some difficulty.

She said nothing but made wet, cock sucking noises with her mouth and her lips, as she continued the blow job.

Finally, as he neared his crisis, he said to her:

"Take it into your mouth, the seed, and keep it there; then when the prick is removed, spit some of the seed onto the ground as your offering to the night and the stars and swallow the rest, as your sign that you have taken me as master."

She stopped her sucking long enough to say:

"Yowass, swor," finding it difficult to say the simple 'yes, sir' with his prick in her mouth.

Then Catherine felt the prick swell a bit; she gripped his hips with both hands and prepared herself, receiving the spurts of his cum and keeping them in her mouth. 

He moved back just a bit so that he was a few steps in front of her, and watched.

She leaned over and spit some of the cum onto the ground, then she swallowed the rest of it. She said softly, gazing up at him.

"For the night and the stars, and for me to accept my master!"

She then moved the few steps on her knees to get to him, and took his cock, wet now and slimy from cumming, into her mouth to clean it. It grew immediately.

"Oh, nice!" she said looking up at him, and then:

"Thank you, sir, for that! I've waited such a long time for that."

"It's a beginning for us, Catherine, my Catherine," he said.

"Oh, yes!" she answered, moved by what he'd said.

Then he gave her directions:

"Now take my clothes off, slave; it's time for the master to mate with his new lady, who has tits like the moon and an ass as round and ripe as a melon."

Catherine giggled and said:

"Thank you for asking me to do this! I'm so excited."

She removed his tee shirt first and then his shorts, getting him down to a pair of red satin nylon bikini underwear.

She sighed aloud:

"You are like a god! Oh, look at you! Just look! And here with me, and for me! Ohhhhhhh!"

He laughed aloud at her enthusiasm:

"Catherine, you make this experience as elemental as it should be. I can't think of being more pleased."

Then he was nude, and she was entranced.

She began to kiss his thighs but he stopped her:

"No, Catherine, that kind of loving, that kind of worship for another time; now it's time for me to accept your declaration. Lie down and be my love, Catherine, Associate Professor, Dr. Little, lovely, sexy naked lady! Lie down and make your noises to the stars and the night animals, who will receive your noise with joy.

All of Catherine's sophistication left her stranded, as soon as he knelt and kissed her naked thigh. She let out an 'eeeeep'! That was both heartfelt and almost comical. Neither of them noticed at all.

He followed up his thigh kiss with one on the other side. Then he softly parted her thighs and began the process of kissing her on the inner surface of her thighs, first the right one and then the left one.

"Ohhhhhh," she sighed loudly. "Ohhhh, Ohhhh, Ohhh!"

"My Catherine makes nice noises and is fun to play with," Rafael said.

"And is so very, very content!" Catherine added but ended her words in a kind of strangled noise, as Rafael put his lips to her pussy lips, through her pubic hair and kissed her and then licked the length of her pussy lips.

"The first one will be oral," he said to her.

"It's coming quickly," she said through clenched teeth. "It's been so long, and this is soooooooo good!"

True to her word, Catherine didn't last long but began to cum shortly after speaking. She clutched fists full of earth, as she surged into her orgasm, moaning, and groaning and pushing her hips up toward the mouth and lips that were bringing her such pleasure. 

She lay back and sighed a huge sigh that turned into an instant wail, as he moved, giving her no time at all to calm down, and as he pushed his ready cock into her wet pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh jeeeeeeeeeeeez!" she wailed. "Yessss, now . . .yesssss . . .yessss . . .now . . .just . . .yesssss!"

She stared up at him and there was, for that moment and that event, absolute adoration in her eyes. 

"This is no casual fuck," she thought and the word stuck in her mind. She used it then, singing it to him, chanting it to him, as he plunged in and out of her at his rate, drawing her ever closer and closer to her next orgasm:

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes, fuck the Professor, fuck the bitch, fuck the slut! Just fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He paused for a nano second in his plunging and said directly into her mouth:

"Associate Professor!"

"Yessssssss, fuck her!" she wailed.

Then her chanting changed course as he began to finish up and draw her into the circle of his orgasm with her own:

"Yours, Rafael, all yours, Master, yours, sir!" she began to say over and over, as her hips pushed up against his in the dance of fucking.

"Yours to use in any way! Annnnnnnnyyyyy way!" she wailed, as she finally came, and he collapsed on top of her, after cumming herself.

They lay there and she said, after a moment:

"Oh, is that what it's supposed to be like? Oh, thank you, Rafael, thank you, Master, thank you!"

"Catherine, my love," he crooned to her. "You were outstanding."

"Let me, please!" she said then, once he moved, and positioned her head to catch his slimy prick in her mouth to clean him.

They lay there for many seconds, minutes without moving. Then he got up and raised her up.

"Is your place organized yet?" she asked. "You could, stay with, um me."

"Is the lady inviting me to share her bed?" he asked gallantly.

"Yes, and hoping for more of what just happened," she said smiling.

They walked, hand in hand, toward the house. As they neared the house, he said to her:

"Catherine, I need to go downstairs and get some of the arranging done. Why don't you give me about an hour and a half?"

"Fine, Rafael, sir," she said, still aglow with what she just went through. I'll have a brandy or night cap for us, when you're ready. I'll be ready for bed in two hours myself."

"It's a date," he said, Kissing her on the mouth quickly, with a hint of tongue in the kiss. She smiled at him, as he went downstairs.

She went to her room and decided on a little cleaning up work of her own. She got out a large shopping bag and into it deposited most of the panties that were left in her drawer. She was correct that the rose colored ones were the nicest of the lot. She kept just a few to get her through the next few days, in case she didn't get to shop. But she was hoping to shop, and with Rafael, tomorrow. She knew, however, that the decision would be his own. 

"I've got to get used to that," she said, but realized there was no impatience or rancor in her attitude at all. She felt at home with the decision to be made.

Then she spoke to herself again:

"I'm so surprised that I actually had the courage to say what I wanted to say."

She got herself a glass of wine and sat down to think.

"It was so scary!" she admitted, and giggled to herself. Then she raised her glass and said:

"Here's to scary!"

She did some more work weeding out discards from her overworked and just plain old wardrobe and noticed, when it an hour and a quarter had passed. She thought for a moment and said to herself:

"I'd better be naked, when he comes up; he certainly didn't tell me that I could dress. I don't want to keep heaping more spanks onto the fifteen that I already have earned."

She giggled at the thought of it and hoped that she didn't disgrace herself or him, when she was spanked.

She discovered one thing about Rafael, when the hour and a half had gone by; he was precisely punctual. He found her cleaning the kitchen, naked.

"Well, look at the Associate Professor!" he said, "All naked and homey here."

She turned and kind of bowed her head to him and said:

"You didn't tell me that I could put any clothes on, sir."

"Hmm," he mused, "So, I didn't; very nice of you, Catherine, my Catherine; I'll take 5 of your 15 spanks away for being so obedient."

"Thank you, sir!" she said.

"May I come to you?" she asked.

"Let me tell you, Catherine dear," he said to her, suddenly all concern and sincerity, "You never need permission to come and put those lovely arms around me. We're just not going to be that formal. And also, I like to hear you call me 'sir' but it won't matter if you don't do it precisely all the time."

"Thank you, Rafael!" she said with emotion, going to him and putting her arms around him and her head on his chest.

She sighed deeply, as he ran his hands down her spine and let them rest on her ass cheeks. 

"Lovely, beyond lovely," he said to her, squeezing her ass cheeks.

"Brandy?" she asked, "Or Cream Sherry? A night cap?"

"The Cream Sherry, I think," he said, "I like that."

She got them each a glass and she told him that she had something to show him. He sat on the couch and she brought the two bags full of discarded clothes, including 95% of her panties.

He was impressed: "Good for you, Catherine, the clean out has begun; tomorrow we will shop!"

"Goodie," she said with enthusiasm, "I'l so looking forward to that."

"Sir," she began then.

"Yes?" he responded.

"I like to shower before bed; you don't mind if I do?" she asked.

"Of course not," he said, "No need to even ask."

"I don't know yet, you see," she said, sitting on the arm of the couch next to him.

"I know that, lovely Catherine," he replied, "And we'll go slowly to make sure that we're both aware of those kinds of things. But I think that I will join you in the shower."

"Ohhhhhh, how nice," she crooned, kissing his forehead. "Shall I go and get things ready? Towels etc?"

"Please do," he responded, and she got up to walk across the kitchen.

She looked over her shoulder at him, swinging her ass in a fashion that she hoped he liked.

"It'll be lovely to spank that ass tomorrow!" he said.

"Eeep!" she squealed and hurried from the room, as he got up to follow her.

She turned to him, just as she got to the stairs:

"Wear to bed?"

"Nothing!" was his reply.

She giggled: "I don't think I ever did that before, at least not since college!"

"Well, it's about time!" he answered.

"Yes, sir!" she said, moving up the stairs ahead of him.

He was close enough that he planted a quick slap on her ass. She squealed but stayed in place in case he wanted to hit her again. The slap was like a spark of electricity for her. She could hardly believe how hot it made her.

"I think that we liked that!" he said chuckling.

"Oh we did!' was her answer.

"Shower now!" he said.

"Shower," she replied.

During the shower, Catherine gave in to an impulse and did something that she'd always wanted to do. She went to her knees, and, with the water pounding down on her, sucked him off. She held his eyes with hers during the process and enjoyed the sensation of taking his cock in a soft state into her mouth, and keeping it there as it grew in length and girth. When Rafael was fully erect in her mouth, she took her head away to say:




Rafael's Piano: A Love Story Ch. 02



"That was so much fun!"

He only laughed as she went about the blow job that she intended. As she sucked him off, she held his cock in her hand and used her mouth on it.

"No hands," he whispered to her, and she put her hands down immediately, responding:

"No hands, sir!"

"Ah, the Associate Professor learns quickly!" he quipped and she grinned and spoke an elaborate 'yes, sir' around his prick head in her mouth

He took her to bed, when they were finished with the shower and his love making this time was slow and sensuous. She responded with a series of ever increasing moans and cries, until they had both of them cum, and settled back a bit.

She went then to the bathroom for a towel and wash cloth. When she came back, she used her mouth to clean his cock and then washed him with the wash cloth and used the towel on him.

They lay in the middle of Catherine's king sized bed and listened a bit to the night.

"Do you have classes tomorrow morning?" he asked.

"Yes, but not until 10 AM," she answered.

"I have an 8!" he said.

"Why don't you take either the car or the truck and I'll come later?" she asked.

"Thank you, I will," he said. "Then I have an 11 with that sexy professor Little, but I'm done after that."

She giggled then and said: "Associate Professor but I'm done by 1:30 PM, and before she could ask, he went on:

"Then we'll shop in the afternoon!"

"Oh good," she said, kissing his shoulder, "Otherwise, I don't have panties to wear, with all of the old ones being given the heave ho!"

"Maybe we shouldn't shop, and make Associate Professor Little go to work pantyless for a day or two," he said next.

Her response was a strangled: "Eeeeep!"

But she said:

"Whatever you wish, sir."

"Shop it will be then," he said, "But we won't dismiss the other idea either."

"Of course not, sir," she said, snuggling against his naked side, and pressing her tits against him and her pussy hair against his thigh.

"Tell me about college," he said.

"Ah," she responded, "My great sexual awakening and shutting down, you mean."

"Yes," was his answer, "Tell it with details."

My roommate in college was an athlete. She played soccer and volleyball. She was tall, blond and very assertive. I fit in with her and we were kind of friends because I was quiet and pretty much did as I was told. But one night the relationship changed.

She'd been out with her boyfriend and they had a spat or something but, in any event, she came home frustrated.

I was already in bed; I wore, in those days pajamas. The first thing I knew, Carolyn was shaking me awake and saying to me:

"No more pajamas for you." 

I was groggy but she was so insistent that I did get up and took them off, just throwing them into the corner, while she watched. It left me wearing only white cotton panties but she didn't like those either and they got thrown on the pile.

Then, I was kind of frightened of her at that point, she pointed to the bed and said:

"Go to bed like that from now on."

I simply nodded and got into bed but she took off her clothes, she was gorgeous, and followed me into bed. She put a knee on either side of my head and ended with her pussy directly over my face.

She said to me quietly: "Eat me, Catherine."

"And I did. She settled down to sit on my face and I used my tongue and lips on her as best I could. I put my hands on her ass but she made me take them away and never let me hold her ass that way. Eventually she came, and my jaw was kind of sore, and she just went back to her bed."

Catherine paused then.

"Go on," he said.

"Well, we never spoke of it in the daylight; but it became a regular thing after that. She'd simply say: 'Ready?' and I'd answer 'Yes, Carolyn,' and she mount my face saying to me: 'Eat me, Catherine'.

It went on for two years until she graduated. She left me behind and never bothered to try to contact me. In the dark, in those days, she called me her 'pussy girl' and treated me like a possession, though in the day she was very nice. At night she dominated me, and it was about 3-4 times a week that she'd give me the order 'eat me, Catherine', and I would."

"Wow!" he said softly, "How did you feel?"

"That's the thing," she began again, "I was constantly turned on by it. I loved the words 'eat me, Catherine', I still at times use them to play with myself here in the dark, when I'm alone and horny. But I loved it. When she was gone, I longed for it but it scared me so much to be becoming, as I thought, a lesbian, that I simply withdrew from sex. I mean I just gave up on it. I got a reputation for being cold that I didn't mind at all. Quickly enough, I no longer had requests for dates. I was a buddy to a lot of guys but no one ever tried anything with me, and I kind of languished."

"Oh dear!" he said then and drew her to himself closer.

"I compensated by plunging into academics; I was good at my studies and set myself on a doctoral path and here I am. But then you ran into me, when I was a train wreck and, as they say, the rest is history. You've just saved me; saved me, saved me, and I want to show you my gratitude in multitudinous ways!"

"You already do, lovely Catherine!" he said.

"Do you mean that?" she asked in a tiny voice. "Do you mean it when you say that I'm lovely?"

"Every single word; you are lovely beyond lovely!" he answered, stroking the line of her hip and thigh with his hand as he spoke.

"Oh dear this is nice!" she said.

"You know," she finished her tale then, "I still can't use pajamas but I've never allowed, clothes wise, a sexy side of myself."

"Time to begin then. Shopping tomorrow; you need to spend some money on yourself and your new clothes."

She giggled. "I don't usually do that, you know."

"Yes, I do," he said, "But we're not going to be usual.

"No, thank heavens," she said snuggling against him.

They drifted into sleep. She was stirred awake in the middle of the night by a movement. She opened her eyes almost in a panic and saw that it was 2:35 AM. 

"Wha . . .?" she started to say but realized that he had moved and had one knee on either side of her head.

In the dark of the night he said to her in a fierce whisper:

"Eat me, Catherine!" and she sobbed for three second and then opened her mouth to receive him, knowing down deep that he had grasped the phrase and what it meant to her and made it his own, their own, chasing away old ghosts at the same time, as she loudly and wetly sucked his prick.

She was up before he was, and slipped downstairs to get some breakfast. He'd told her that he liked a light breakfast most of the time, which she had ready by the time that he was there.

He smiled at her pattering around the kitchen naked.

"Naked Associate Professor? In the kitchen? How decadent!" he said.

"My master didn't give me leave to wear anything," she said, going to him and putting her arms around him for a kiss.

He patted her ass, and took the coffee that she offered with a smiling thank you.

"I really like having you here!" she said.

"Good because I live here," he quipped, and she grinned.

Much to her delight, he sat down to the piano and played for about 20 minutes before going to school. She lounged against the piano, still naked and simply listened to his wonderful playing.

As she listened, she consulted the time and at 6:35 AM, she went to the kitchen and took a kitchen chair so that at exactly 6:45 AM, she was standing by the chair naked, but very nervous. The piano playing stopped and he entered the room.

"Ready?" he asked softly.

"As I will be," she said, "Nervous, excited, afraid."

"Catherine," he said holding her face in his hands, "You never, ever need to be afraid of me."

"Thank you," she said, "I know that but am being silly."

He grinned then and said: "Spanking!"

He sat and she positioned herself over his lap. Rafael was as pleased as it was possible to be. She lay over his lap naked and submissive.

"What size panties do you wear, Associate Professor Little?" he asked.

"I wear sixes," she said, then mumbled "Big ass!"

"Not at all," he said, then:

"Seriously, Catherine, your ass is world class. I love it. Right now I'm going to spank you, those ten that you have coming but soon, very soon, I'm going to make love to your ass: bite it, lick it, kiss it and, yes, fuck it!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she said. "I don't know if I should look forward to it or worry."

"Maybe both!" he said with a laugh, and then whispered: "Count for me."

(WACK!) went the first and she squealed and said a breathless 'one'.

"Lovely ass!" he said and then: (WACK! WACK!WACK! WACH!)

"Two, three, four, five!" she said totally out of breath. 

He ass was warming and the blows hurt but they were generating a heat that she couldn't ignore.

(WACK!WACK! WACK!WACK!WACK!)

"Six, seven, eight, nine, ten!" she all but squealed and he let her down from his lap.

She moved immediately to get between his legs and her hand went to his zipper.

"Please, may I, sir?" she said, "I'll beg, I'll plead! Please!"

"Yes, love," he said very satisfied, as he watched her again go through the process of sucking his cock.

After he came, he said:

"Sorry to mention it, Associate Professor, but I have to go to class."

"Rats!" she said, "I want to play."

"We will later," he reminded her, "Remember that I have a date with your ass!"

"Eeeeep!" she squealed and grinned at him.

He took the truck to school, and she went off immediately to do a project that she had planned. 

She got her project finished quickly and was pleased with the results, and then got ready for school. She had only one pair of panties left that were decent. They were a pair of black nylon 'grannies'. She wore them and promised herself some new ones that day.

She had some papers that she'd worked on for a philosophy seminar that Rafael was a member of, being glad that he'd done so well on his paper. Then it was off to school.



Rafael's Piano: A Love Story Ch. 03



On the way she engaged in a self examination. It was one of her ways. She'd cultivated a kind of honesty with herself that she was very strict about. She wanted to have one of those sessions now and talk to herself about what was happening with Rafael.

"Okay, girl," she said out loud---her way. "Are you being silly? Stupid? A bit crazy? How does it feel?"

She thought about that, letting the past few days replay themselves in her mind. She came to an initial conclusion quickly. This is what her self dialogue was like:

"It feels as exciting as anything I've ever done."

"Even Carolyn?" was the next question.

"Yes, actually even more exciting than Carolyn!"

"What about professional standards and such? Conflicts?"

"With my personal sex life? I don't think so."

"What if he's temporary?"

"I won't let that real possibility keep me from living this present reality and from finally doing things that I've so often thought about, dreamt about, fantasized about and longed for."

Catherine realized that she was sliding into a really good place with this.

"Are we sure?"

"As sure as we can be!"

Then the conclusion:

"Then do what you have planned for today; enjoy it."

Her own ego struggle came out on the side of continuing what she had started with Rafael. She was pleased; she was relieved, and she knew, was dead certain about the fact that she wasn't just kidding herself.

When she got to school, she gave herself time for a cup of coffee at the student center. A number of students saw her and nodded to her. She acknowledged them. After a while, a voice said to her, as she was looking over some notes for 11 AM, and sipping coffee:

"Dr. Little, may I join you?"

The voice struck her; her senses were immediately alive, when she recognized Rafael's voice. She looked up and flushed a little. She suppressed a notion to do something to recognize him and declare her newly found agreement with what she'd offered him. She backed off and said instead:

"Rafael, please do join me; how are you?"

He sat and gave her a smile that said everything it needed to.

She responded with a quiet: "Yes, sir."

"You've been thinking?" he asked softly.

"About the whole thing," she said, "Big debate; major cross examination me to myself."

She hesitated and said:

"What I've offered you is absolutely right, correct for me. I don't regret a word or an action."

He smiled at that and said: 

"So good to hear that, Associate Professor Little. Even the spanking!""

"I'm afraid especially the spanking," she said, in almost a whisper, "I don't understand that but it's true."

"Catherine love," he said softly, "You are so delicious."

"Thank you, sir," she answered. 

Right then they were interrupted.

"Dr Little, Rafael, hey!" A voice from the direction of the food line said breaking into their conversation.

They both looked and coming toward them with a big smile was Bonnie Braum.

"Hi, Bonnie," Catherine said.

"Hey, Bonnie," Rafael said.

"Am I interrupting?" Bonnie asked as she neared the table.

"No," Catherine said. Then she turned to Rafael and said:

"Thank you, Rafael, I'll have the paper back today at our 11 AM class."

"You're welcome, Dr. Little," Rafael said, as Catherine got up and walked away.

"The perpetually overlooked Catherine," Bonnie said in a conspiratorial voice, as she slid into a seat at the table with Rafael.

"So what's up with the most overlooked babe in captivity?" Bonnie said.

"Oh, just stuff about a philosophy paper that I wrote," he answered.

"Boring!" Bonnie said in an exaggerated fashion. "But isn't she a babe!"

"She is attractive," Rafael said.

"Attractive, hell, Rafael, Catherine Little, the perpetually overlooked, is eating stuff, Rafe!" she brayed.

"Don't call me 'Rafe'," he said, and she grinned, knowing full well that he didn't like it.

"Don't be a bitch, Bonnie," he said softly, "It doesn't get you any points."

"Rafael," she said then, leaning toward him, "You are so delicious that I'd do you first, if I did guys at all, which I don't usually. I might even rate you up there with Catherine the perpetually overlooked."

"Awfully nice of you, Bonnie," he answered in a somewhat bored tone of voice.

"Aw, Rafael, don't be that way; I'm sorry that I needled you, and I do have a piece of news."

"Yes," he asked. 

"There's a party on Saturday, I want you to come and bring a date," she said.

"Okay, okay, the date only if you want to," Bonnie said holding up her hands. "I don't know what you're trying to save yourself for, Rafael, you're smoking hot."

"Thank you, Bonnie," he said, "Maybe I'll come. But no drugs? I'm not interested in a drug party."

"No drugs, a small group," she said, holding up her hands again, "I've made that clear, and you know that I can make that stick. But maybe, just maybe some sex! If you bring a date, make sure that she dresses hot! I want to look over whoever you bring. You'd share wouldn't you? I mean with your friend Bonnie?"

He laughed at her brazenness: "You know, Bonnie, I might!"

"That's the spirit!" she said, "So, get out there and get a date, make it a hot one."

He laughed again.

"Hey, I know," she brayed again, holding her face in toward him, as though conspiratorially, "Bring Catherine the perpetually overlooked Little! But make her dress hot and not dowdy!"

He laughed harder then, as she grinned at him with her witticism. 

"Okay, Bonnie, I'll do just that!" he said through his laughter.

She finished her coffee and got up from the table with an air kiss and a "Ta!", leaving him sitting there and smiling to himself.

She was composed and professional, when she went to her 11 AM philosophy seminar. The class was an hour and a quarter. They had a discussion of the works they were reading for the first 45 minutes. Then she gave them a reading assignment and told them she'd distribute their papers and would speak to some of them about the papers. 

She wandered around the room from the left front to the right rear. It was there that Rafael always sat, in the very back. She got to him only after a while. She handed him the folder with his paper.

"This was very well done, Rafael," she said, and managed, as she spoke to rub her calf against his leg. He leaned the leg back to mimic the pressure of her leg. "I liked the way you expressed yourself. Thank you for good work. I have included more comments inside the folder."

He opened the folder, and went through the pages. The grade was an A+, which they both knew that he deserved. But then he turned over the last page and there, attached to the back of the folder were two photos. It was all that he could do to not hoot out loud at the discovery.

In the first photo, Catherine was lounging in the doorway of her bedroom, totally naked, and grinning at him, via the camera.

But the next photo was the one that really got him. 

In this photo she was in the same doorway only with her back turned to the camera. She was still naked and showing her magnificent ass but on it she'd written, just above the ass cheeks: "This ass belongs to Rafael!" and across the ass cheeks themselves: "Spank me, Fuck My Ass!" Beneath the swell of her ass cheeks was written the words: "Rafael, you're my Master!"

He looked up at her and she was blushing. 

"Thank you, Doctor Little, for the kindness of this."

"You're welcome, Rafael," she said softly. "You deserve it."

She moved away then and he turned his attention to his laptop. He went to 'Mail' and wrote her a note on her private mail address:

"You fucking hot bitch! You are gorgeous! Wait until I get my teeth in that ass tonight!"

Her response came to him immediately:

"The ass is yours: play with it, bite it, slap it, fuck it! It would all please me!" she signed it: "Your Slave, Catherine!"

He closed his laptop, and looked up in time to see her staring at him and smiling vaguely. Then there was a knock on the door. 

Catherine went to the door and was given an envelope from the school president.

She spoke up to them:

"Class a special treat; I'm going to let you go now. I need to go and see President Graves."

There was a bit of clapping and the students got up and filed out. Rafael with them, making no attempt to wait for her. She appreciated his being so cautious, and was looking forward to that evening eagerly.

Again, she knew that the decision that she'd made was one that was right for her and her life right then. 

The president's secretary announced her and she was shown into the office. He stood, smiling at her, as she entered.

"Catherine, thank you for coming so quickly. I wanted to talk to you personally before this got to the school paper, which will be tonight."

"Sir?" she said, mystified.

He smiled again and said, his smile broadening:

"You've been granted tenure by the Board and awarded the title of full professor, with entitlement to the salary that pertains."

"Oh," she said in a tiny voice. Then:

"Forgive me, President Graves, I might just cry!"

"A well earned cry," he said, "If ever I knew one to be so."

She sobbed a bit and said: "Thank you, sir, for giving me the news in this personal way. I really appreciate that."

"Don't mention it, Catherine, you're an asset to this school, everyone knows that."

"Thank you again," she said, "I, uh, have a class."

"Yes, of course," she said.

As she went toward the room where her class would be, she saw Rafael in the hall way. He stopped her:

"Professor Little," he said with emphasis. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you, Rafael," she said softly.

"Celebration and a gift tonight," he continued. Then in an even softer voice:

"Your ass tomorrow."

Matching his tone, she said:

"Thank you so much, sir, for this; I appreciate it from you, and will abide by your desire about tonight and tomorrow."

"Good girl," he said to her sotto voce! "I'll leave you go now for class."

The news was out and about; when Catherine walked into her last class for the day, Intro to Philosophy, the class stood and applauded.

She smiled at them and said: "If you're trying to see a philosophy professor cry, you're going about it the right way."

They laughed and hooted at that.

The rest of the day was a joy. The good and kind wishes of many of the students and other faculty were quickly forthcoming and Catherine reveled in it all.

She arrived at home, and saw that the truck was already parked there. She went in and, quickly after entering the house heard a soft knock on the door to the basement apartment and Rafael came in.

"Professor!" he said regally, holding out his arms. 

She went to him quickly and put herself against him, and breathed him in.

"I'm in such an ecstatic mood," she said.

"Of course you are, Catherine, love," he said, "And you deserve it; you are a first class teacher. You teach about as well as you fuck, and that's saying a lot!"

Her response was simply to reach up and kiss him. She broke the kiss for a few seconds and said quietly:

"Please maul me!"

His hands went to her ass over her skirt and he grabbed two hands full of her ass cheeks.

"Yes, some mauling," he said, "But shopping and a celebration for you is our main thing. And I mean to buy you a gift, especially after your conversation with yourself, which I'm sure was a thorough one."

"It was," she said. "And myself and me like what we're doing and what I've offered you."

"Good to hear," he said, "But tell me what do you need to do to get ready?"

"Quick shower? May I?" she asked.

"We have time, yes, I showered after my PE workout today but I demand to be able to watch the Professor shower," he said.

"The Professor wouldn't have it any other way," she said, then she 'eeeeped'.

"Problem?" he asked.

"I threw the rest of my panties away," she said, "And kept only the black 'grannies' that I'm wearing and the rose ones, which are dirty too. I don't have any panties to wear!"

"Then we'd better shop for them first!" he said.

"Am I going to the mall without panties?" she asked softly.

"Exactly so, Professor!' he said.

"That's so exciting!" she answered, and got on tip toe to kiss him.

She went into the shower, while he watched her. It excited her to be on display this way. When she was done, she selected a regular skirt and blouse, plus a bra and low heels. Then she was ready.

"Do we have time for one piece from the piano?" she asked.

He smiled and said: "For the newly made Professor, of course we do."

He sat down and played some Mozart for her, while she listened and enjoyed.

When he was done, she plastered herself against him. He said to her:

"We need to look for some skirts, nice but shorter, maybe pleated, stylish."

"Oh," she sighed, "I've never been that."

"But you're about to become that," he answered.

"Thank you so much, sir," she said.

"And a gift, like I said, to celebrate," he went on.

"And a gift! Ohhhhhh!" she said excitedly.

"May I ask you please to sleep with me tonight? I promise to do whatever you want! Anything dirty that comes to your mind!" she asked next.

"Tonight will be for love," he said, "All and only love."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she crooned with her head against his chest.

They went to the store and shopped for panties first. She got, with his help and selection, two weeks worth of new panties, many with matching bras.

"Fashion show?" she asked. "May I?"

"That might be just the thing," he said, smiling at her in return.

Then it was a few skirts and some blouses.

"This is so much fun with you, Rafael," she said. "I love the way that you take care of me!"

"That's because my Catherine is worth taking care of!" he answered. She put her arm through his as they went down the mall.

They stopped for dinner and talked, while they ate.

"Do you know that our Bonnie has a great physical yen for you?" he asked.

"Really," she asked in return.

"Really," he said. "How does that make you feel?"

"I don't know," she said, thinking, "I guess it kind of turns me on."

She stopped for a moment and explained:

"I mean, I've been afraid of giving in to those kinds of thoughts and, uh, desires all my life. I have been so afraid of finding myself a . . ."

"A lesbian?" he provided.

"Yes, exactly; but it's so different now."

"How?" he asked, smiling, knowing where she was going.

"I love your cock so much," she said quietly.

"My, my the language on the woman," he said grinning "And you a full professor and all!"

"It's appalling," she admitted with her own matching grin. "But it's too true; you have been such a revelation to me. I can hardly put it into words that will suffice."

After a hesitation, she said:

"If you'd allow it, I'd get down on the floor here and kiss your feet; it's crazy but it's the way I feel right now."

His smile at that filled her entire world. "I love that in you," he said, "The surge of honesty is so refreshing. You're natural and that is a great, great thing."

Then with an almost leer, he whispered to her:

"Tonight, you get to show that!"

"And I will, sir," was her response.

"But I wanted to tell you that our Bonnie has invited me to a party on Saturday and asked me to bring a date."

"Oh, a date!" she said. "Anyone in mind?" she asked, being fresh.

"Angling for a spanking, prof?" he replied.

"Usually am," was her response, grinning.

"She referred to you as 'the perpetually overlooked Catherine'; she told me to bring you with me. She thought that she was being smart!"

"We'll show her!" she said.

"I guess," was his reply, "But let me tell you what I want for that night. I want you to be walking breathing sex! I want you smoking hot. Do some shopping, you know, short pleated skirt and some kind of blouse that is amazing, showing off your tits a bit."

He hesitated and then said: "And Bonnie will want a shot at you, you know."

She giggled: "Oh, I like the sound of this. I promise that I won't disappoint you."

"I know that, Catherine, love," he said, as they went back to their meal.

They walked the mall a bit, after the meal.

"Here," he said stopping at a jewelry store. "The gift!"

"The gift? Here?" she asked.

"Yes, let's go," he answered.

They went into the store and were waited on by an older woman, to whom Rafael said:

"We want an ankle bracelet, a slave bracelet!"

The woman's eyebrows shot up, and Catherine let out a little audible sigh. They were, however, shown the possibilities and picked a lovely one with a heart.

"We'll take that one," he said.

"That's so exciting," she said, as they left the store, "My own slave bracelet."

"Others might know or guess," he said.

"I don't care!" she remarked, "I'll know and you'll know, and besides I'm tenured!" she crowed then.

"You're the package, Catherine," he said to her, "Just the package."

"Because you make me that," she said.

"Now, home," he said then, "Fashion show to piano music!"

"Ohhhhhhh, how wonderful," was her enthusiastic reply.

As it turned out, it wasn't strip tease, or burlesque; it was a tasteful showing of her new underwear to the strains of Chopin on the piano. She appeared in pinks, and light blues, in peach colored undies, and pearl white ones, in red, and some very sexy black things, in red and black thongs, and stretch lace and boy legs.

She loved every single moment of it. For her last offering, she appeared in the music room, as he was finishing an etude by Chopin in a pink thong, with the back string pulled up neatly inside of her ass crack.

It was the only thing that she was wearing, when she entered the room for the last part of the 'show'. He stopped his playing and said softly:

"Look at you!"

"Trying to please the Master," she said softly.

"Definitely pleasing the master," was his reply.

"Request, please, Master, may I?" she asked.

"Of course, Catherine love," he answered.

"Do my ass! Please!" she asked softly.

"You certainly know how to please a man!" he said. Then:

"Let's do this the right way, bitch."

The use of the sudden ugly word elicited a groan from Catherine, who said a quick: 

"Yes, sir!"

"Panties off and on your hands and knees," he began, "Crawl to the living room; I want you draped over the arm of the couch with that lovely, rounded ass on display and ready for me."

She did as she was told, taking off her thong and then she went to her hands and knees, loving every second of this kind of giving in and being told what to do. It was so outside of her normal experience that it was a constant discovering process and a huge turn on.

As she set out to do his bidding, she looked over her shoulder at him, smiled and wiggled her ass at him. He reacted quickly. His belt was off in an instant and he gave her a good hard whack on the ass with the belt. She squealed and said in a loud voice: 

"Crawling! Crawling now! Just doing what my Master told me to do right now! Crawling!"

"You'd better," he warned.

Then she flashed him the same kind of smile and wiggled her ass again, winning for herself two more hit with the belt.

"Crawling again, and behaving now!" she said quickly.

Rafael laughed. "You are a handful, woman!" he said to her.

She smiled at him and blew him an air kiss, as she draped herself over the arm of the couch.

He left her there hanging over the arm of the couch for a number of minutes. She was eager, she knew that she was already wet and didn't know how this new experience would affect her. But she tried to be patient.

"Remember that you're the slave!" she said to herself.

Then she felt him; at first she sensed his presence, but then she felt his breath on the back of her thighs and finally his lips, tongue, as he licked his way up the back of her thighs.




Rafael's Piano: A Love Story Ch. 03



"Eeeeeeee!" she squealed, as he began to lick at her, producing almost immediately a bite on her left ass cheek, which produced another loud noise.

He laughed: "This is going to be in stereo, I guess."

"Sorry, sir," she said.

"Don't you dare be sorry," was his reply, "I love the music you make."

"I love the way my Master licks and bites me!" she returned to him.

"Then let's do that some more!" he said and applied his tongue again, getting yet another response from her, as his tongue ran the entire distance now of her ass crack from bottom to top.

"Ohhhhh," she sighed, "I never even knew that kind of sensation was possible!"

He responded by pushing his tongue now into the crack of her ass, pushing her to further loud exclamations. 

"Your noise is amazing, associate professor!" he said, going back to licking his tongue's way between her ass cheeks.

"Your tongue is amazing," she said, "And it's now professor!"

"Snotty!" he said, slapping her ass hard.

"It can be Associate! It can, it can!" she said quickly, "It can be whatever you want, it can, it can!"

"My professor!" is what he said and now grabbed her ass cheeks with his hands and spread them, fitting his tongue now all the way to her ass hole.

"WWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" she wailed.

He lauged, "Catherine, Catherine, I'm afraid that if I don't fuck you soon, I'm going to lose my erection from laughing at your noises!"

She grabbed a pillow from the couch immediately and buried her face in it, and continued to sing into the pillow.

By now his tongue was rasping at, working at and finally penetrating the pink ring of her ass hole. 

"Listen to me now, Catherine," he said, "I'm going to do this slowly; let's get you used to it bit by bit."

"Yes, sir, only please do it!" she said.

There was then a loud whoop as his cock head broke its way inside the ring of her ass hole. He hesitated a bit before he pushed it in further. He worked that way with her, sensing her comfort level as he went, but also the increased tension in her.

And then the unusual happened. His prick was all the way inside Catherine's ass, and she began to shake and she came, having a huge, spontaneous orgasm. There was no other stimulation at all, just his cock in her ass, and she shook and shouted her orgasm into the couch, and he began to push his cock in and out of her ass for good. Nor did it take him very much time to cum. The tightness of her ass clutching his cock and the immensity of her spontaneous orgasm drew him forward and he came, making his own strangled passion noises now.

He collapsed against her back on the couch, and kissed, and then bit her neck from behind.

"Two or three notches above wonderful!" she said, bathed in sweat.

"Yes, you are," Rafael responded, kissing her neck again.

"So that's what it's like to do my ass?" she said in a voice filled with wonder. "You can do my ass anytime."

"As your master, I intend to!" he said.

"Oh, I hope so," she sighed, "Just often and often and often."

"You stay here, and don't move," he said, pulling his prick out of her ass, despite her mewls of protest. 

She did as he told her, as he went away. He cleaned his cock and began a bath for her. Then he went back to her.

"Up, up, Catherine, my darling," he said, helping her up and then easily lifting her into his arms and carrying her toward the bathroom.

"Ohhhhhhhh," she said, "Now isn't this the best of all! Just the best of all."

She laid her head against his chest and he felt the wetness of her tears, as she sobbed her joy out against his chest. He took her upstairs and put her in the tub, the water up to her upper chest and deliciously warm. There was a cd player there and he put on some music, a Sinatra cd. Then he went and brought her a glass of wine. 

He sat on the edge of the tub, as they drank their wine.

"To us!" he said softly.

"To us!" she responded, clinking glasses with him.

"Wash time for the professor now," he said and took the huge bath sponge and began to wash her. 

She put her arms up into the air and let him linger over her tits and nipples, and then move the sponge down between her legs to her pussy. She started breathing hard, when the sponge got there.

"Turn over, Catherine," he said and gently did the area between her ass cheeks with the sponge.

"Watch," was what he said next and she 'eeeeped' as he climbed into the tub with her and did his own washing.

When the bath was all done, he got out first and dried off, the cd was finishing and he got her out of the tub and dried her off.

"Bed time now," he said. "But first just this little touch."

He went away then and she waited for him. When he came back, he was carrying the ankle bracelet.

"My slave!" he said, affixing the ankle bracelet.

"Your slave!" she said quietly with a smile.

Then he swooped her up into his arms again and took her to the bedroom, gently laying her down on the bed.

They were quiet in the dark for a time, she in his armpit, and she stirred and said:

"Rafael, I need to say something; I know that it might ruin what we have here but if I don't say it, I won't be being honest me or you, and it needs saying. Please listen."

"Of course, my Catherine," he said.

She turned her face his way and said: "I have to tell you that I love you!" She hesitated and, when she went on, her voice, like her face was full of tears. "It's probably not helping our relationship and complicates everything as we're just working 'us' out but I love you like life itself."

He was up then; he grabbed her by the hand and said:

"Down stairs now." 

She lurched after him, grabbing at a robe but he said: "Don't you dare put on a robe!" So, she went with him naked, as he was.

They got to the kitchen and he poured two more glasses of wine. For light he took a candle from the sideboard and lit it. 

"Sit!" he said. "Listen!" he said.

"Ruin this? Complicate this? Not helping our relationship? I need you to know that I've loved you from the moment that I entered your class, and you began to teach. There has been no room in my entire universe, since that moment for any other being, any other woman. I had decided, that very evening, when I was shooting baskets to go back to my island. You were so unattainable that I was going to take my misery and bury it back home on the island."

Now Catherine was up and in his arms and crying for all she was worth.

"My lovely, lovely Catherine!" he crooned to her. "What a wonder! She teaches like the ancient greek fathers only better, she has tits and an ass that any porn magazine would envy, she screeches like a tornado siren, when you stick your tongue up her ass, and, praise all the gods, praise every source of power that ever was, she loves me! She loves me! Me! Do you hear, all of you, do you hear everything? She loves me!"

"Can I ask something?" she said in a whispery voice.

"Yes, love," he said.

"Will you please take me and fuck me?" she whispered.

"I'm talking to the heavens and all she wants is to be fucked!" he said in mock exasperation.

"Right in one, buster!" she said.

"6:45 AM spanking for 'buster'."

"Finally!" she said.

"Harder at 6:45 AM for 'finally'," he said then.

"She's nice now; she's not snottty at all now!" she said meekly.

"Finally!" he said.

"Now, outside, naked, to the hill; I'm going to fuck you under the stars on the hill."

"Ohhhhh," she said taking his hand and going with him.



Rafael's Piano: A Love Story Ch. 04



They were in bed later, talking quietly and generally.

"Please move in with me, Rafael!" she said to him. "Let's make this our home. I promise, promise that I'm not trying to hem you in or tie you down. I do."

"Our home! Yes," he said. Then added: "Go ahead, tie me down, hem me in!"

"I love you," she said softly, and he kissed her.

"And I need you to know," she went on, "This doesn't change any part of my declaration, any part of my desire to be a slave, sex slave especially, to you. It doesn't change any part of it. I promise to go shopping and have an outfit for the party on Saturday that will cross their eyes, and make you proud."

"My Catherine!" he said, kissing her.

"And," she continued, "If you want me to let Bonnie do me, I promise that I will. Can I ask that you watch?"

"I wouldn't be kept away from it for all the world," he said. 

The next morning she made coffee, had some fruit and cereal set out for breakfast, but at 6:45 AM, she was naked and next to the kitchen chair in the living room.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, and I want you to know that Catherine your servant is sorry for being mouthy!"

"I would never want Catherine my servant to stop being mouthy," he said.

"That wish will probably be granted," she replied, as she settled herself over his lap and waited for the spanking.

"Catherine, Dr. Little, Professor Little, I will never, ever get used to seeing you draped over my lap this way; lovely, lovely ass on a lovely, lovely lady!"

"Your total slave!" she said.

"Better and better," he replied, and said: "Then there's this!"

With that he began the spanking, enjoying her wiggling and moaning and crying out but ending it all with her on his lap, glued to him and her lips seeking out his.

"Time for a blow job before you have to go?" she asked.

"Time!"

"Goody!" she crowed, as she got down from his lap and knelt between his legs.

Later, just before he was leaving, she said to him: "No classes today for me; I'm off to the mall for my sexy outfit. I'll model it for you later today."

She went back to the mall store where they'd shopped for undies for her and some other outfits. They gave good personal service there and Catherine was happy to have the help.

On this occasion, an older woman, probably early 50's, grayish hair, severe looking but very pleasant asked if she needed help.

"Do I ever!" Catherine said. 

The woman smiled and Catherine told about the party coming up and the need for her to be ultra sexy.

The woman smiled again and said: "This is for the one you wear the slave bracelet for?"

Catherine got red, and the woman broke in with:

"Come tell me, we want to be just precisely right about this."

If it was her tone or what, Catherine wasn't sure but she responded:

"Yes, it's for the one that I wear the slave anklet for; he is Rafael."

"The wonderful looking one you were with the other day?" the woman asked.

"Yes," Catherine said.

"Does he taste as good as he looks?" the woman asked, giving Catherine a penetrating look.

"Even better," Catherine said with a blush and a smile.

"Well, let's help you then," the woman said. "Come with me."

She led Catherine toward the back into a place where there were a few out of the way dressing rooms.

"This is my private dressing room, for my customers, Ms uh?"

"Catherine," was the reply.

"Yes, Ms Catherine. But first I need you to take off your slacks and sweater so that we can see what we have to work with."

Catherine was taken aback and hesitated; she just wasn't sure about how she should be reacting but the woman solved it for her:

"Come, girl, do as you're told or we can't get anywhere," the woman said.

"Yes, ma'am," Catherine said.

"Better, Catherine, now strip for me," the woman said next.

Never taking her eyes off of her, Catherine pulled the sweater up and over her head and off, handing it to the woman, who folded it and laid it aside. Catherine's bra was a pale blue one that she'd purchased there on the last trip.

"Now the pants, Catherine," the woman said, "Or should I just say to you: 'Take your pants off, Catherine!'?"

"Yes, yes,"Catherine stumbled to say, "That, uh, that's fine."

"Good, then do it!" the woman continued and Catherine obeyed, feeling now like the animal in the headlights, she unbuttoned the waist band of her slacks and took them off, handing them to the lady.

"Don't dare cover yourself," the woman said and Catherine made sure that her hands were down at her side.

"You are nervous about this, correct?" the woman asked then.

"Yes," Catherine said. 

"Okay, call him; I'll talk to him," was the next order and Catherine did.

"Rafael," Catherine said, "I'm at the store, the one where we shopped the other day. The woman helping me wishes to talk to you."

She held out the phone for the woman who introduced herself as Donna and spoke to Rafael, explaining that Catherine was now down to her underwear and seemed to be unsure about what was being asked of her. She then put the phone on speaker and Rafael said: 

"Catherine, love, do what the woman wants you to do; and be sure that you tell me all about it later,"

"Yes, sir," she said and they rang off.

"Better?" the woman asked?

"Yes, I'm very sorry to be a trouble," she replied.

"Far from being a trouble," the woman said, "You are just gorgeous. Now stand with your arms in the air."

Catherine then went through a series of positions that had her arms in the air, and then had her bending from the waist, and the like.

The woman laughed: "Most of that, Catherine, was for my own pleasure. And I want to tell you that you needn't fear me. I understand the significance of your ankle bracelet, and wouldn't interfere with the prerogatives of your master. But I think I know what we need here. You stay here and I'll bring you what you need."

He was playing the piano, when she swept into the room. It was Gershwin tonight and he rolled into 'the stripper' without missing a beat. It made her grin from ear to ear.

She wore a pair of heeled sandals, which were 5 inches, a white pleated mini skirt a good 4 to 5 inches above the knee and a leather vest, which had a gold chain that held it together in the front. At the side panels you could see her part of big tits from the side. She stood there with her hands above her head and twirled around for his examination.

"Professor is hot!" he said. "Professor looks happy!"

"Professor is happy!" she replied.

He stopped playing and got up from the piano bench to kneel in front of her and then remarked:

"Professor is going to be eaten now!" 

Catherine squealed in delight as he raised her skirt and kissed the front panel of her beige nylon panties, barely hiding her pussy hair. She threaded her hands behind his head, as he pulled the panties down and off, beginning to eat her pussy for real now.

"Ohhhhhhh," she sighed as his tongue reached her pussy lips. "For you anything; anything at all for you, my Rafael!"

"Brash promises, Professor!" he said.

"True promises, exact promises, my promises!" she replied. "Please, please believe me, my Rafael, Rafael."

"I do that!" he said, going back to the work of licking at what was right then the center of her world.

They were ready for the party that following Saturday and about to set out. Catherine asked Rafael one last time, if she looked okay.

"Smoking hot!" he said appreciatively.

"I'm nervous," she said to him, draping her arms around his neck and kissing him.

"Bonnie can be a handful but we just won't let her get out of line and if she does, we're out of there," he answered, returning the kiss.

"Mmmm," she whispered, "Maybe we should just stay here and I can be ravished."

"Not a bad idea but I really, really want to parade you in front of Bonnie; she doesn't have a clue in the world," was his answer. 

"Anything for my lord and Master!" she said.

"Sarcasm, dear?" he said.

"Oops!" she answered.

"Tomorrow morning 9:15 AM . . ." he said severely.

"Yes, I know, Master, me naked and a kitchen chair in the living room with me standing next to it," she answered. "This slave didn't mean to be mouthy but is very nervous."

"Stick with me, kid and we'll be fine," he answered. 

They arrived after a number of people had already arrived. Entering place with its jumble of people, they didn't see Bonnie right away. But Catherine's presence with Rafael, and the way that she was dressed, including especially her final and secretive touch of a velvet black 'dog collar' choker around her neck with an "R" dangling from it, caused an immediate stir. People were whispering all over the room and a number of them were waving at Catherine and Rafael and saying 'hellos'.

It put Catherine at ease. She walked around with her arm through Rafael's arm, and just smiled and greeted people.

Then Bonnie saw them. 

"Rafe!" she said, as she spied him and didn't at first recognize Catherine. "Who is . . ."

She never finished but instead said with a huge amount of surprise in her voice:

"Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch! Is that . . .is that Dr. Catherine Little?"

"Hey, Bonnie," Rafael said, "Ignoring for the moment her calling him 'Rafe', and realizing that she had already had too much to drink."

"Bonnie," he said slowly, smiling. "You know Catherine Little, don't you?"

"You prick!" she crowed at the two of them. "You did it! You god damn did it! She looks like a fuckin' sex bomb!"

"Bonnie, calm down!" he said to her.

"Calm down, fuck!" she replied. "Here you are sporting the perpetually overlooked Catherine on your arm, newly made Professor, and looking here like tonight's randy hooker and you tell me to calm down!"

She hesitated and took a drink of the wine she had in her hand.

"And look at the fuckin' chocker, and shit almighty! She's wearing a slave anklet! Damn, damn, damn, damn!"

Everyone was watching by then, and listening. Some smirking, some embarrassed by what Bonnie was doing.

Then Bonnie turned to Catherine and said:

"So, someone finally made a cunt out of the perpetually overlooked Catherine; what was it, girl, were you running out of time? Internal clock and all that. I can't believe I'm seeing the perpetually overlooked Catherine here at the party as a cunt!"

Rafael said silently to Catherine at that point: 

"We're leaving."

But before anything else could happen, Catherine slapped Bonnie's face; she slapped it hard enough to knock her head sideways.

Bonnie, totally stunned by the slap, just looked on with huge eyes, as Catherine blazed forth in her best professor voice:

"That's right, I'm his cunt, you cunt! And you're not! And you're not going to bed with him tonight or with me! And I am going to bed with him tonight! And you know what, cunt? You know what?"

"What?" Bonnie said in a very tiny voice.

"First of all I'll wet his cock, it's really big, Bonnie, with my mouth; then he'll put it in my pussy and then he'll switch to my ass, and finally, after he cums in my ass, he'll go to my mouth, so that I can clean him. You know why, cunt? Do you?" By then Catherine was right in the cowed girls' face.

"Why?" Bonnie asked, again in a tiny voice.

"Because I'm Rafael's sex slave, that's why! And tomorrow morning, since I was sassy earlier, at 9:15 AM, I will take a kitchen chair and put it in the living room and stand by it naked, so that, when he's finished with the breakfast that I've made him, he can come in and drape me over his lap, play with my ass just a bit and then spank me."

Catherine was red faced and furious. Then she leaned in for the final shot:

"And when we leave here, do you know where we're going, Bonnie Cunt, and where you're not? Do you?"

"Where?" Bonnie's tiny voice asked then.

"We're not going to my house, Bonnie Cunt, we're going to our home, Rafael and my home!"

She turned then and took Rafael's hand and, in front of them all, knelt and kissed his hand, saying:

"Forgive your slave for this outburst, Master! I'm ready."

"Then we're out of here," he said without looking back. Over his shoulder he shot back at Bonnie:

"And don't call me Rafe!"

Catherine was trembling but fine until they got into the car. In the dark of the street by the party house, she just began to cry bitterly.

"I'm sorry, Rafael," she said, "I lost my temper; I'm sorry."

"No sorries, no sorries, Catherine, my love," he said kissing at her tears, "Sorries are for when you've done something wrong. You were magnificent, just magnificent."

He held her then and let her cry it out. When she was calm, he asked:

"Ready to go home?" 

"Ready!" she said.

"You meant all the things you said," he asked, "Not just speaking in anger?"

"Meant every word, sir," she answered, kissing his hand again.

"Hot time in the old town tonight!" he said.

"You've got that right, says the lady who's going to get fucked!" she crowed at him.

They went home. Once there they settled down and Catherine got them each a glass of white wine. They sat to talk it over just a bit. There was no rush for their love making, they knew that they had each other and had the time.

They were interrupted by the door bell. 

"Who in heck?" Catherine asked going toward the door.

She turned then to Rafael and said:

"It's Bonnie!"

"I'm coming," he said, "We'll both do this."

She opened the door and Bonnie stood there looking miserable and in tears. Without saying anything else at all she launched into a kind of speech:

"I was so jealous! I've wanted you, Dr. Little for so long and as much as I've wanted you, I've wanted him, and I played the bitch, when I saw that you were not only together, but looking so happy about it, and you looking like a Saturday night wet dream and him as creamy as he always is. I lost my head . . ."

Here she broke down and cried bitterly.

Catherine gathered Bonnie into her arms, and pulled her into the house, holding the sobbing, crying woman close.

"I'm so sorry," Bonnie said into Catherine's shoulder. Then she added:

"I've already apologized to the whole crowd at the party, and I just wanted to come and apologize to you."

Bonnie moved away and then moved toward the door.

Catherine shot a glance at Rafael, who understood immediately and merely shook his head 'yes'.

"Come and have a drink with us, Bonnie!" Catherine said.

"It's Bonnie the Cunt, I'm afraid!" Bonnie said miserably.

"Not now it's not," Catherine said softly to her, "Not here it's not."

Bonnie cried again then, and leaned into Catherine as she did. Rafael joined Catherine in holding the sobbing woman until Bonnie was calmed down.

"This is the difference," Bonnie said, "I was bitchy and here you are so nice and caring! I feel so bad about what I did."

Then she looked at the two of them and said softly:

"But you two have been the heart and soul of my sexual fantasies for so long, and ending up with each other and, you, Dr. Little looking so hot! I didn't know what to do."

"I'll tell you what to do, Bonnie," Rafael said, "Stay here, have a drink; this is a house where fantasies come true, isn't it, Catherine, love?"

"It sure is," "Catherine agreed.

Bonnie was still crying and Catherine sat her down on the couch and held her. Finally, Bonnie looked up and Catherine knew, that she was going to kiss the crying girl.

Catherine said softly: "Rafael, may I?"

"Yes, surely, love," he answered.

Bonnie's head came up at that point and she said: "Hey, what just happened here?"

Catherine answered: "I just asked Rafael permission to kiss you!"

"Permission?" Bonnie asked wide eyed, "You mean, the anklet, the dog collar, what you said, all true?"

"Completely," Catherine said. "He's, in addition to being my best friend, my lover and room mate, is my Master! I've made it plane, and told him outright that I will do whatever sexually he wants."

"Wow!" Bonnie said but her 'wow' was cut off my Catherine's lips, which by then were pressed against Bonnie's lips, softened by the crying.

"Ohhhhh," Bonnie moaned, through the kiss, "Ohhhhhh!"

The kiss broke and Bonnie said to Rafael:

"You like this, don't you?"

"Sure do!" he said, "My bitch licking lips with another beauty! What's not to like?"

"Your bitch?" Bonnie said.

"Exactly," Catherine answered, and kissed Bonnie again.

Then Catherine said:

"Talk about the fantasies!"

"Well," Bonnie began, getting just a little red in the face.

"Bonnie, it's me, it's Rafael, no need to get nervous," Catherine said.

"And beside, Bonnie," Rafael said, "Tonight is the best of all possible worlds, as Voltaire would say," he nodded at Catherine then as he said that, and she nodded back. 

"By that I mean that tonight you get to sleep with me and with, what do you call her, 'the perpetually overlooked Catherine'."

"Ohhhh," was all that Bonnie could manage.

"We'll show you that Catherine isn't overlooked perpetually or at all," he concluded, adding:

"Wait until tomorrow morning at 9:15 AM!," which caused Catherine to get up and go give Rafael a kiss.

"Oh," Bonnie said, "You mean the spanking; can I watch that?"

"Sure," Rafael said, and Catherine had her turn to blush. 

"Now fantasies!" Catherine said.

"Yes, teacher!" Bonnie quipped. Then she said:

"They normally begin with me and you dancing, slow and sensuous."

Then Catherine got up and said to Bonnie:

"So now dance with me!" 

"Ohhhhh," Bonnie said, "This is really going to happen."

In answer, Catherine held out her hand and Bonnie got up to dance.

"I can't believe that your skirt is shorter even than mine, Dr. Little!"

"Catherine," Catherine answered, "You were just licking my front teeth a bit ago!"

Bonnie giggled and said: "Catherine."

Then the room was filled with Sinatra and Catherine held out her hands to Bonnie, who went to her arms.

They danced, arms intertwined. Catherine broke in and said:

"Make sure that you up-date the fantasy for me.

"Well, in the fantasy, uh . . .Catherine, you wouldn't be wearing even the sexy skirt."

Without a word, Catherine unbuttoned the waist band button of the skirt and let it flutter to the floor. She bent away from Bonnie, on purpose, to pick it up, showing her magnificent ass, held in barely by her beige panties.

Bonnie put her hand on Catherine's ass and let out a loud breath, murmuring:

"Better than I ever hoped!"

"Isn't that the truth," Rafael said. Catherine air kissed him and he responded.

Then she was back to holding Bonnie in the dance. She took Bonnie's hands and pulled them downward until they were resting on her ass cheeks.

"Fantasy realized!" Bonnie said languidly.

"Mission accomplished?" Catherine asked.

"Totally!" was Bonnie's answer.

"What else?" Catherine asked.

"The gold chain holding the vest together isn't necessary!" Bonnie said.

"Remove it, and come on in, honey," Catherine said, and Bonnie took the opportunity to do just that.

With the gold chain gone, that held the vest front together, Catherine opened the wings of the vest and Bonnie nestled herself inside, licking Catherine's nipples before settling her head against the upper part of Catherine's chest.

The music ended but more came on right away.

"Vest off, Catherine," Rafael said.

"Yes, sir!" Catherine answered, and, as Bonnie eagerly watched, she shed the vest and was ready for the next dance naked except for her shoes and panties.

They danced that way intertwined, and Bonnie kept sighing.

When the music ended, Rafael said:

"Okay, next dance only panties for Bonnie, take her clothes off, Catherine."

This time, Catherine was joined in her 'yes, sir,' by Bonnie saying one also.

The sight for Rafael was truly exciting. Bonnie wore only a black thong and heels, Catherine with her beige panties and heels.




Rafael's Piano: A Love Story Ch. 04



The slow dance ended and Rafael said: 

"Call it Bonnie, eat or be eaten?"

Bonnie giggled, still with her arms around Catherine. 

"I want the teacher to eat me!" she said, blushing.

Catherine took her by the hand and said softly:

"Bonnie, when we do these things here, we always do them with Rafael's rules."

Bonnie said: "I understand, and agree!"

Bonnie was already huffing and puffing, when Catherine got her seated on the couch and knelt between her legs, having taken Bonnie's panties off. It began with Catherine kissing her way up Bonnie's thighs, and Bonnie groaning loudly all the while. Meanwhile, Rafael took his clothes off and got up on the couch, straddling Bonnie's thighs and put himself into position to feed his erect prick into Bonnie's mouth.

"Mmmmm," Bonnie said, "Your rules, Rafe!"

She grinned wickedly at the use of the name.

He looked down at her and said: "Your time will be 9:30 AM; naked standing next to the chair in the living room for your spanking."

"Spanking!" she said surprised.

"My house, my rules!" he said

"6:30 AM it is," Bonnie sighed and jumped just a bit, as Catherine scrapped her teeth across her vaginal lips, seeking her clit with her tongue.

Catherine lifted her head then and kissed Rafael's ass, which was in front of her face, before she went back to licking at Bonnie's pussy.

Bonnie's orgasm was huge; as she was cumming, Rafael began to cum in her mouth from his own orgasm.

"Hold it!" he said, "Don't swallow it."

She did as she was told, and then, when he told Catherine to kiss Bonnie for sharing, she did so readily.

Bonnie was lying on the couch and just watching the other two, when Rafael said:

"Bonnie, pal, want to see me fuck the professor in the ass?"

"Oh, yessssssss!" Bonnie said.

He turned to Catherine who was still kneeling and looking like the cat that ate the canary. She opened her mouth to receive him to make him hard. He was ready in no time.

He proceeded to fuck Catherine in the ass; she trumpeted her pleasure, as she usually did. It affected Bonnie, who then got on the floor and crawled beneath the two of them to get her mouth on Catherine's pussy, as Catherine was fucked in the ass.

Catherine squealed loudly with the combination of Rafael fucking her in the ass and Bonnie eating her pussy.

The three of them were soon finished for the night but their fucking and sucking was begun again, when Catherine woke at 1:15 AM, and began to suck on Rafael's prick. That woke Bonnie and she, in turn, buried her face in Catherine's pussy.

They slept a little later on Sunday but Catherine was up at 8 AM to fix coffee and breakfast. By 9 o'clock, they were all up and had some breakfast. Bonnie was still grinning from the glow of last night, when Catherine, who was wearing a pair of running shorts and a tee shirt, took those clothes off and grabbed a kitchen chair, heading for the living room.

"Oh!" Bonnie squealed, "I forgot."

"I haven't!" Rafael said.

Bonnie almost came just watching Catherine get her spanking.

She loved the scene that she watched, Catherine, wonderfully naked, and nestled over Rafael's lap, with his hands rubbing round and round on her ass cheeks before beginning the spanking.Bonnie walked around so that she could get the other view, of Catherine's big tits hanging down and her arms dangling down and touching the carpet.

"My god that's sexy!" Bonnie said, as Rafael began to beat Catherine's ass in earnest.

Then it was her turn and she did actually cum shortly after her own 9:30 AM spanking began. 

When her spanking was done, she joined Catherine kneeling between Rafael's knees, sharing the cock sucking duty with her.

It wasn't long after that, that Bonnie left. She hugged both Rafael and Catherine, thanking them for being forgiving and so nice in sharing their home and themselves with her last night and this morning.

When she'd left, Rafael went to Catherine, still naked, and put his arms around her:

"You are magnificent!" he said.

She smiled, blushed, and hid her face in his shoulder. Her words:

"I love you, Rafael," were muffled by his clothes but he heard them and responded in kind.

EPILOGUE:

Though Catherine thought that Rafael might just be temporary, and was determined to enjoy it, while it lasted, he never did leave. Catherine and Rafael often entertained Bonnie at their home. 

When Rafael graduated, he was offered a position with the school music faculty, teaching piano, accompanying theater productions and rehearsals, and as assistant theater director.

They still live there in a medium mid-western city with its small but well known mid-western school, where they both still teach. 

The End



Rafael's Piano: A Love Story



She went home and took a bath for herself. She gave herself the liberty of playing with herself in the tub and then went to bed with a glass of white wine and no clothes on at all. Her fantasies ranged broad and deep, as she lay in the dark and imagined spending time in the dark with him. She played with herself before sleeping and also, when she woke during the night. She woke feeling wonderful in the morning. She didn't even indulge in any 'you're being silly' lectures. She simply spoke to herself about being a friend. 

She did plan what she'd wear fairly carefully. She outfitted herself in a pair of running shoes, a pair of white, clingy shorts and a tee shirt. She hoped that she looked good. She wore no exotic underwear because exotic underwear was not a part of Catherine's clothes selections. She had some 'granny' panties, and a few in interesting colors but that was the extent of the selections. 

She was ready in plenty of time to get to his place on time. She stopped at a McDonalds and got enough breakfast for the two of them.

He answered the door and smiled at her.

"The melt down philosophy prof and breakfast!" she said to him.

"One is not happening and the other is a welcome treat," he quipped. "Welcome to the stalag officially. I already have a lot of it in boxes and ready to go."

"Goody," she said, "But first breakfast."

"First, breakfast!' he agreed, and they sat down to it.

As they ate, he said:

"I can hardly believe this; I mean how wonderful you're being, and my good fortune in having a friend like you."

"Yes, yes," she said, "We're going to be friends! You've already proved that by your actions and I hope to by mine."

The loading of his things didn't take a long time and they were off. They went about the work companionably and got his small pile of things settled into his basement apartment. At that point Catherine told him that she'd leave him to get himself organized but would have some lunch in about an hour and a half. They agreed on that.

It was almost precisely an hour and a half later that he emerged from the basement apartment. He knocked on the kitchen door and was called to 'come in' by Catherine, who was busy in the kitchen preparing the lunch.

After lunch, Rafael played the piano for a bit, and Catherine simply settled down to listen to him. As usual, she was transported by the loveliness of his playing, after a bit she found herself drifting off into a soft sleep, accompanied by the sound of his piano playing.

The lack of music in a bit woke her and she fluttered her eyes open to find him standing and smiling down at her:

"You worked so hard," he said, "I appreciate the help that you've given."

"Oh, I fell asleep; I'm so sorry, how rude of me," she said with obvious embarrassment.

He laughed, "Not at all," and then, pulling a blanket over her, went on:

"You need a little rest and I'm going to go and work on making the jumble down stairs into a home."

She smiled a sleep smile at him and sunk back into the couch, where she was lying and drifted off into a sleep.

Life took on a very comfortable give and take for the two of them. Their school lives intersected with their home life but it all began to fit into a nice pattern. With very little effort they arrived at a schedule that worked for them. Since Catherine had the two vehicles, she told Rafael that he could use one to get to school at those times that they didn't both have to be in school.

The only crack in the facade of their domestic life was Catherine's nightly forays into the world of her fantasies, where she was the bride, the sex figure, the woman used, the woman submitting, the woman eager, the woman responding. It was an endless parade of lovely sexual possibilities for her, and, always, her fingers.

That this world was eventually shattered was due to Catherine's slow but sure gathering of courage. In this instance it was the courage to pursue what she wanted.

It happened on an evening when they had less scholastic work to do, both of them. Catherine had made a pot roast, and they settled down after dinner to talk, which they frequently did.

Catherine screwed herself up to a decision that she'd long been toying with and, on the spur of the moment, with an extra glass of wine to fortify her, she excused herself:

"Rafael, excuse me please; I have to get something."

He only smiled and nodded.

When she came back down stairs, he was still sitting on the settee where she'd left him. She however now, was dressed only in a pair of bedroom mules, with heels, and rose colored 'granny' panties, which were her prettiest, she thought.

She walked into the room and stood looking at him. His head shot up at attention immediately:

"Well look at you!" he said softly but with great interest.

There was a silence that was unbroken for about a minute but it was long enough for her courage to fail her totally.

She finally almost blurted out:

"Rafael, in two minutes I'm going to feel really foolish."

But he wasn't ignoring or indifferent, as she supposed. He was rather taking in the beauty of the woman that he saw across the room, dressed now only in panties. It was a transformed Catherine and he was transfixed by what he saw.

He got up then and said: "Catherine, in less than ten seconds I'm going to feel your ass!"

She giggled; put her hands across her mouth during the giggle and said a muffled:

"Really?"

For right then she knew that this was indeed going to work.

He had her within the time that he'd mentioned, arms around her, lips seeking hers and hands invading with boldness the waistband of her so proper panties.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," she sighed into the kiss, as he chewed on her lower lip, and ran his tongue along the row of her bottom teeth.

"What an ass you have Catherine! What a fantastic ass!" as he said this, he squeezed her ass cheeks and separated them with his hands. 

"Ohhhhhh," she sighed, kissing him fiercely.

"Do I?" she asked, "Do I really? I'm not coy, Rafael, I just don't know."

"Oh, yes, Dr. Little, my Catherine, Catherine! Fantastic ass and tits that would stop traffic!"

She giggled then. Then she had a serious thought, one that had rolled around in her head for a week or more. She was determined to say it before she lost her nerve. 

"Rafael," she said quietly, against his shoulder, as his hands were now pushing their way inside of the cheeks of her ass.

"Eeeeeep!" she said, as a finger reached its goal of her ass hole.

"You were saying, Professor?" he said grinning down at her.

"It's Professor now that you have your finger in my ass? And it's Associate Professor." she said with what she tried to make severity.

"It's now anything that I want to call you, Catherine, love!" he said quietly.

"Yes, I know!" she answered.

"Now, you were saying, Associate Professor?" he prompted.

She made a stab at it, trying to ignore the invasion of her ass that she was enjoying so much:

"Rafael, I've thought of this, while I've been trying to get up the courage to, you know, present myself to you."

"I like that phrase 'present yourself to me'," he said, "But forgive the interruption; I won't interrupt again until the lady is finished."

"Thank you, sir!" she said, the 'sir' was ironic just then but she was surprised at how well it fit the situation, at least from her perspective.

"Rafael," she started again, "Let me say this now, while I have the courage. I mean, I want you to know that I have no expectations. It seems to me that I have no will in this, this thing---you and me! . . .Oh,I'm saying this badly!" she said the last with some frustration.

"I mean that I've had fairly little physical intimacy in my life, only really in college---my college roommate; and I want it all but only as it pleases you! What I'm trying to say is that I am determined, while we are like this with each other, to do whatever you want me to do!"

She hesitated and looked up at him. The expression on his face was serious and he was listening with great concentration.

"Ohhhhh," she wailed, "I'm ruining this. I am! Help me please?"

"Are you saying, Associate Professor Little, my Catherine with the big tits and beautiful ass that you want to be a sex slave for me?"

A light seemed to go on in her eyes. "Yes," she said shyly. "It's what I want. I don't want to withhold anything that you tell me to do. I want to put myself in your hands; I want to do what you tell me to do; I want to be what you want me to be; I want you to give me orders and I will fulfill them, I will! I promise that I will."

He stepped back a step, holding her at farther arm's length. He was smiling warmly at her now.

"This changes things," he said softly. "This is no longer a tryst with the landlady, a chance to fuck a faculty member, as heady as those things are, is it?"

"No, it's not!" she said, her head down now, hoping that she hadn't ruined it.

He took his finger and lifted her head up, and smiled at her.

"I want to call you what you deserve to be called," she went on. "You must think I'm crazy here or desperate! And maybe I am!"

"Not crazy, not desperate! A beautiful, wonderful gift, is what you are, my Catherine!" he said and kissed her again. 

She began to sob with the joy of it.

He watched her for a second or two and said:

"Catherine, if you cry now, I'm going to spank you!"

Her head shot up and she said breathlessly: "Really?"

"Really!" he nodded, "At 7 AM tomorrow make sure that there is a kitchen chair in the middle of the living room, and you standing by it naked for a spanking!"

Catherine's reaction said it all: she giggled!

"Please tell me what to do and what to call you! Make me over if you wish; I know that I haven't done a great job on me as it is. I mean, my clothes are drab. I was so ashamed that these rose colored panties are the best, sexiest that I had to offer. I was sure that I ruined it right off the bat. I need someone to take me in hand."

She waited then for his reply. He smiled at her and said:

"Nothing easier, Catherine love; shopping for us; new panties for you; some new clothes. Nice things for my lovely lady."

"Oh, thank you," she sighed. "I hate shopping alone. I need guidance with that."

"That's what you'll have, I assure you, Catherine love," he answered.

"It feels so nice to have said all that; to get it out, and not ruin it, just ruin it. I want this so badly. And almost from the first I knew, seemed to know that you were the one to have it with."

She hesitated then, having made the speech of her life; she realized that she felt better about it and said:

"I guess that's about it, Rafael."

"It's 'sir'!" he said with quiet authority and Catherine shivered saying:

"Yes, sir, of course, sir." She was grinning, when she said it.