Bad Teacher (Erotic Collection) (Erotic Lessons) (6 page)

“Where’s
he
going?”
I ask, even though it’s a stupid question. I just want one answer.

My escort just laughs lightly, and walks towards the house
that I now see for the first time. It is, of course, huge, and in the same
modern Japanese style. I can only see the top of it, really, over all the
foliage, but it’s magnificent. I have no choice but to follow.

He leads me over the smooth slate walk, giant slabs of cut
stone fit seamlessly together like irregular puzzles pieces, to a giant,
burnished bronze door that, no shit, opens to welcome us. There’s a quiet hiss,
and the door just opens. Phone guy walks in like it’s no big deal.

He leads me down a darkened hallway, to a recessed door that
opens on what I can only describe as dressing room, except that there are no
mirrors. It’s more like a preparation room. It’s luxurious, ostentatiously so
– seriously, there’s black crushed velvet all over the place – but
also weirdly impersonal.

I’m about to demand some explanations from my escort when
his phone rings. The sound startles me, and while he listens to whoever’s on
the other end, he eyes me up and down appraisingly. I sit down on a black bench
and pointedly cross my legs. Screw him.

“Yes, sir.” He says into the phone, shaking his head at me.

“What?” I say flatly.

“What a rebellious streak,” he murmurs, walking over to me.
“That will only get you into trouble, trust me.”

And he puts out his hand.

When I take it, I expect him to gently help me up. Instead
he yanks on my arm, and I stumble to my feet, crashing into him. He presses my
body to his, and spins me about the room, sort of throwing me towards a half
open closet.

There’s a single empty hanger in that closet.

I look back at him, and he’s smiling
evily
.

“Strip.” He says.

“Excuse me?”

A look of annoyance flashes across his perfect face. “I said
strip.”

He strides across the room and grabs my wrist, twisting me
around until my back is to him. “Are you this disobedient with your master?”

He almost sounds awed.

“Didn’t he give you orders?”

I swallow, and I nod.

And then he’s unzipping the back of my dress, in one quick
motion, and he peels it off completely. I stumble forward in shock, catching
myself on the open closet door. I’m not wearing a bra or panties.
Griff’s
orders.

I’m naked, except for my heels, the dress pooled around my
feet.

Oh, God, and I’m wet.

“Step out of it and turn.”

I turn around, trembling a little. I can feel my naked
breasts sway as I do. He’s got a superior sort of expression on his face as he
steps back to get a good look at me. He looks me up and down, long, slow,
deliberate looks that I can almost feel against my skin.

I swear he draws this out longer than necessary.

“You’ll do.”

Oh, good.

“Just one thing...” And he reaches out with both hands and
pinches my nipples. “He likes them hard.”

I gasp a little, and he grins, for the first time, a human
expression on his face, and then he’s dragged me up to a little side door I
didn’t even know was there. He pushes me towards it, standing behind me, and,
just like the front door, it slides open with a little hiss.

The lights beyond nearly blind me. I can see the bare
outlines of...a stage?
Some kind of platform?
What the
hell?

“Come on,” he says, patting my ass, just like
Griff
had. “He doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

And he pushes the small of my back, sending me tottering
through the door.

When I actually get out there it’s clear that the lights are
angled, and now they’re directly in my eyes. I can’t see a goddamn thing. There
could be an entire crowd out there. The air is smoky, like there
is
a crowd out there, smoking cigars,
drinking whiskey.

Watching me.

I look beseechingly over my shoulder, but the door I came
from is in shadows. I can’t make anything out.

“Look forward, Erica.”

The voice is deep and male, resonant, the sounds clinging to
the smoke. I’m compelled to obey. My head snaps forward, and I squint into the
lights, trying to search anything out.

“Blindfold.”

I hear someone move behind me, and I wonder if it’s my
escort from earlier, but I know better than to turn around. A soft black
blindfold falls down in front of my eyes, and someone ties it securely around
my head. It’s heavy enough that it completely blocks out the bright lights.

I’m blind now, and naked, and standing in a spotlight in a
strange house, for a strange man.

Suddenly I hear a murmured conversation, in front and below
me, as if they are seated.

In front of strange men, then.

I take a long, deep breath, and try as I
might
,
I shudder as I exhale
. I can feel my
breasts trembling, and my thighs are sticky where my pussy has begun to leak.
Fuck
, this is a turn on.

“Turn around for us, Erica. Slowly.”

At least I’ve had a little practice this time. My feet are
starting to kill me in these heels, but I’ve got a feel for them by now. I
think I manage to spin with a minimum of grace. When I’ve gone about 180
degrees, my back to the audience, the voice speaks again.

“Stop.”

I freeze, and involuntarily flex my butt, my entire body
tensing up. I somehow know what’s coming.

“Bend over.”

I pause, perhaps too long, and then try to compensate by
pertly bending to a forty-five degree angle or so, supporting myself with my
hands on my upper thighs. Even though I know this won’t be enough. Even though
I know it’s...disobedient. I can’t help but resist such vulnerable exposure,
even a little bit.

“I said,
bend over.
Grab your ankles, Erica.”

The voice isn’t angry, or annoyed, it’s amused. Like the
idea of resistance is just so pathetic, so...

“Erica.”

Now there’s steel in it. I bite my lip, plant my feet about
eighteen inches apart, and slowly slide my hands down to my ankles. My
pussy, and my asshole, are
both wide open, completely
exposed, completely vulnerable. I can feel my pussy lips finally pull apart,
stuck together as they were with my own juices, and now my entrance is exposed
too.

I hear footsteps. I can’t tell how many. But they’re coming
up a set of stairs, towards me. I can discern one set, coming close, and my
attention zeroes in: he’s come around right in front of me. I know it’s a man.
Men have a way of striding.

A hand cups my chin, and I bite my lip again. I can feel my
thighs begin to tremble.

“She’s shaking.”

It’s the man in front of me. Gently, he lifts my face,
straightening my back until I’m only at about a
ninety degree
angle now, my hands back on my thighs to support myself. The backs of my legs
are starting to burn, and the small of my
back aches
.

“We’ll want her nice and relaxed.”

We? But before I have time to think about that, there are
hands on my breasts, big hands with smooth skin, cupping and hefting my large,
soft breasts, squeezing them, kneading them. Toying with them. Whoever it is moves
his attention to my nipples, teasing them awake, as if they weren’t hard enough
already. I’m starting to melt into his hands, and my pussy lips have begun to
throb with the desire to be filled. It’s like I can feel my pulse in my pussy,
and it feels simultaneously hot and chilled by the air around it. I’m burning
up.

“How is she?”

It’s the man who has my breasts in his careless hands, and
before I have time to wonder yet again
who
he’s
talking to, a palm covers my exposed pussy, fingers lying lightly over my
aching clit. I suck in my breath, and contract my abs involuntarily; the
feeling is wild. The other man never stops playing with my breasts.

The only response is a slight chuckle.

“So get her ready, please. I’m getting tired of this.”

And the man who’s been playing with my breasts runs his
hands down the length of my arms and grabs my wrists. He pulls them forward,
and I know not to move my legs or lose my balance; thank God I’m in good shape.
He lifts my arms up and forward, so it’s as though I’m holding them above my
head in this bent over, prone state, and then he binds them. With what I don’t
know, but it’s soft, and secure, and attached to something else – a lead.
Then he lets go. My arms are suspended like that, taut and tied, keeping me
bent over at the waist. My breasts feel even more exposed.

“Much better. We’re ready to begin.”

And with that, something traces the lines of my entrance. I
shiver from the cold, from the unexpected touch. I think it’s a finger at
first, but it’s too cold, too unresponsive; I have no idea what it is.

Something made of metal.

I shudder.

Now there are fingers, prying my lower lips apart,
stretching me. Examining me. I’m slick with my own juices, running over onto
his hands, whoever he is. He probes deeper, slowly fucking me with two fingers,
stroking the walls of my passage. I don’t know if I’m supposed to keep silent,
but I can’t: I moan a little, the tendrils of pleasure teasing it out of me.

Someone laughs.

“Steady.” The man in front of me says, and he grasps my
breasts again to make his point. I bite my lip, and another shudder travels the
length of my body, settling furiously in the muscles above my sex. Something is
building in me, some terrible hunger. I strain against the lead holding my
arms, try to arch back into the fingers inside me.

Again, someone laughs, and then the fingers withdraw. I
almost want to cry, teased to within an inch of desperation, but the little
part of me that delights in resistance won’t let me. It’s the same part of me
that delights in being overcome. Instead I whimper a little.

“Think you’re tough, huh?”

The cold metal plunges deep in my pussy, without warning,
filling me, stretching me so good, and I scream. There’s a soft click, and the
metal dildo begins to vibrate.

Holy Mother of God, it
vibrates
.

Whoever is holding it starts to fuck me with it, slowly, the
vibrations reverberating through the walls of my passage, the folds of my
pussy, all the way to my hot, burning clit. Instantly I’m shooting up, up
towards an orgasm, but it’s almost too fast; my breathing can’t catch up, the
rest of my body can’t catch up. The sensation hovers between pleasure and pain,
too intense to make up
it’s
mind. Whoever is fucking
me somehow knows, and pulls the dildo back, pressing it length wise against my
slit, letting me gather my breath, letting the sensation get a foothold.

And then he penetrates me again.

And again.

The man who holds my breasts begins to toy with my nipples,
tweaking them and rolling them, and I’m getting fucked so
good
with a vibrator, I can’t contain it anymore. I let out a low wail, and it
builds with my orgasm, my back arching and I catch a quick, furious, fleeting
orgasm, an angry series of contractions that don’t quite release me, don’t
quite fill me, and I know I’m in for a long, long night.

The man behind me turns the vibrator off, but leaves it
inside me. It must be stuck in to the hilt to stay like that. I can feel the
flush on my chest, my neck, and I can hear the man who plays with my tender
breasts murmuring something appreciative. I’m still panting, not quite
recovered, when I hear the tell tale squirting sound and cold lube falls on my
asshole.

Oh my God.

Griff’s
had my ass, of course, but
one thing we’ve never done is full double penetration. One thing I’ve never done,
I should say. I’ve always wanted to.

My mind races as I try to think of all the things
Griff
might have cooked up, but I’m interrupted by a finger
forcing it’s way into my tight ass. Like every time, it feels slightly wrong,
and totally amazing, even as it hurts a little. And like every time, I can’t
imagine how I’m going to fit an entire cock in there. I just can’t.

“
Shhh
,” the man toying with my
breasts says. He moves his hands up to my face, and tilts my head up. I still
can’t see a thing, but suddenly I feel something round and warm on my lips. It
presses against my lips, once, twice.

It’s the head of his cock.

To test my theory I let my tongue slip out and give it a
good lick, tasting the salty liquid beaded on the tip.
Yup
.

Cock.

I guess my smile is obvious, because his hands draw my head
forward, and he presses his cock past my lips, into my mouth. It feels
incredible. I lave the head with my tongue, and suck gently. I try to control
the rhythm, but he grabs my head and holds me still.

“Relax.” He orders. And then he slowly starts to fuck my
mouth.

My neck is at the perfect angle for him to go deep, and he
does. I can feel my eyes start to water under my blindfold, and I’m doing my
best to keep the rhythm, when that finger in my ass starts to go to work. It’s
like he’s curling in slow circles, stretching out the ring of muscle, preparing
it for more.

A cock in my mouth, a finger in my ass, and my pussy is
starting to hunger again.

Another finger in my ass, and now he’s fucking me with his
fingers, adding more lube. It feels so deliciously, deliciously wrong. I’m
getting so wet I’m starting to seep down my own leg, and I can’t keep from
wanting to suck this dick in my mouth dry. My head is bobbing forward and
backward as much as it can now, and the man’s hands move from the side of my
head back to my breasts, and he squeezes, hard.

“Open her up.”

The fingers are gone, and the slightly warmed metal presses
against my tender asshole. The man in front pulls his dick from my mouth and
pinches my nipples, and the man behind me pushes the metal vibrator deep into
my ass.