Schoolgirl Training-1

Schoolgirl Training-1

The student had flirted with me for weeks � longing glances, always wearing skirts too short and tops too tight, brushing her breast against my arm as she leaned over the microscope, quick flashes of her lacy panties under her desk as she too-slowly crossed her legs. It’s hard to ignore that, especially when she’s so beautiful, intelligent, and funny. But I looked away, again and again, until, one day, as I walked by her while she took a test, she leaned forward just enough to reveal the curve of her full breasts down her blouse. No bra. The flash of a pale nipple stirred my cock. She looked up at me and licked her lips. That was it. She wanted something. She wanted me. I was done saying ‘no.’

I leaned down to her ear and whispered, “Check your email in an hour. Do exactly as you’re told.”

‘Come to 173 Park Ave, at 5 o’clock this Friday. Wear a simple skirt and blouse, your favorite lingerie, and elegant heels. Bring a toy. Do not be late.’

I ignored her for the rest of the week, despite her frequent, increasingly desperate glances and attempted displays.

On Friday, my doorbell rang at 4:59.

‘Good, she follows the rules, ’ I thought.

When I opened the door, she was standing on the step, looking down as if her shoes were interesting. She was flushed and breathing quickly. Despite being fully clothed, she looked like she felt naked.

“You look so pretty, Kira. Professor is so happy to see you. Please, come inside.”

She stepped in shyly, hands folded protectively before her. I led her to the center of the living room and stepped back. She was wearing simple, but sexy clothes fit for a schoolgirl � a neat dusky rose blouse buttoned demurely to her throat, a pleated grey skirt that fell just above her knees, stockings with a hint of gray, and heels � not to high and not too short.

“You look lovely. Now, turn around slowly and show me your beautiful outfit.” She glanced quickly up at me with a shy smile, then turned slowly, deliberately, her eyes again downcast. She was nearly perfect � auburn brown hair, an oval face, a long neck. Her breasts rose beneath her blouse. The skirt emphasized her thin waist that flared into lean hips and a perfect, lean bottom.

I moved closer, inspecting long enough until she became uncomfortable under my gaze. She smelled delicately of a rosy perfume and wet cunt. I lifted her chin with a finger until she looked into my eyes.

“Such a cute outfit, and it fits you so well. Did you wear your sexiest lingerie, as I asked?”

“Yes, Dr. LaCoste.”

I gave her a little smile, then stepped back to sit in my favorite chair, poured myself a glass of cabernet, and watched, taking in every detail. Silence is a subtle tool. She shuffled nervously. Her breathing was quick and shallow. I waited, thinking back to the classroom. For the most part, I find my students bland, often annoying. Certainly, there is beauty and such sexuality in blossoming adult bodies. But I never indulge � all the raging hormones, the inane behavior, and desperate, poorly hidden need for recognition. Few students take the time or have the ability to understand the nuances of literature. I do enjoy them � the intelligent ones � and always admire the beauties from afar.

But, except for her beauty, Kira made little impression at first. Until I read her first paper, a dissection of Madame Bovary as a submissive. Well written. Interesting perspective. Subtle sexuality. I paid more attention. After all, it was hard to ignore her sensuous figure, even if obscured by her conservative clothes. Unlike the majority of other students who flaunted their apparently newly discovered breasts in tops far too tight and who wore shorts seemingly painted on just to their crotch, she wore mostly dresses.

She caught me looking. More than once. She seemed a bit taken aback initially, but smiled as she looked away. Apparently, she enjoyed it because I began catching her subtly smiling at me and wearing subtly more revealing clothes. She started positioning herself to give me the best possible view until her displays became more blatant. My cock began to stir.

“Why did you come here today, little Kira?” I asked.

“Well, I... uh... thought that maybe...”

“Go on.”

“You're, ah, my favorite teacher and. .. uh... I... ah... I like you. I think that you’re cool... So smart and...uh... s... sexy. I'm tired of all the boys and school. They’re just so annoying... and they don't know what they want... and they're rude and grabby. And all they want to do is fuck you, and then they call you a slut if you even let them touch you. You seem so confident, so sure, like you knew exactly what you're doing and what you wanted.” She paused.

“You’re very sweet. And a good student, ” I smiled at her. “But what do you want from me? Go on.”

She was silent for a long time.

“Well, I... I thought you would be different, you're such a great teacher, you know... and I thought you could help me, you know, help me learn about, huh, about...sex. The right way, maybe? And you wouldn’t be so judgmental. I think I'm just too horny for everyone else, they're all such prudes or hypocritical or just gross pigs.” She sighed and stopped.

“Ah. You want to be my student. To learn about sensuality and pleasure?”

She nodded and then looked up, eyes filled with desire.

“Good girl. Let’s proceed. There are rules, of course. First, you will address me as ‘Sir.’ Always. You will do what you are told. Always. You will not speak unless spoken to with one exception � we will have a safe word for you. If you are in too much distress or pain, simply say ‘coconut, ’ and I will stop, and we will talk. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Excellent. Let’s get started. First, be a good girl and show me that you obeyed the instructions. Take off everything but your lingerie and heels.”

She caught her breath, then slowly, with burning cheeks and trembling hands, she began unbuttoning her blouse. She wore a lacy white bra that barely concealed her swelling breasts beneath. She shrugged the blouse from her shoulders to reveal a flat tummy with glowing, pale skin. She dropped the blouse to the ground and shyly crossed her hands over her chest.

“Arms at your side, ” I said. “I want to see your pretty bra.” She trailed her hands down her breasts to reveal the delicate lace barely disguising the shadow of her pale nipples.

“Very pretty. Now, lift your skirt and show me your panties.” She hesitated again, but slid her skirt up over the top of her thigh-high stockings to reveal her matching lace panties and the swell of her smooth, hairless mons below.

“I love your sexy lingerie. It fits your beautiful body perfectly. It’s good that you follow the rules. You’re a quick learner.” I leaned back and sipped my wine. “But you’re not finished. Keep going.”

She grew a little bolder, enjoying my praise, and stared into my eyes as she unzipped her skirt and let it drop to her ankles. She stood before me, pale flesh and sheer lingerie that enhanced the elegant curves of her young body.

I swept my eyes slowly from her toes to her face, taking in the beauty.

“You are just so beautiful � your face, of course, with those ocean-blue eyes, but your body is magnificent. Head to toe. I think you must work out.”

She nodded.

“And your lingerie, it is perfect for you � innocent white but sheer enough to tease and arouse. It fits your curves perfectly.”

She smiled, just slightly. Eyes glowing at the praise. “Thank you.”

I waited.

“Uh... oops. Thank you, Sir.”

“That’s a good girl, ” I whispered, “Go on, little Kira, show me all.”

Embarrassed, she leaned forward to unhook the back of her bra, her breasts almost spilling out of the cups, then dropped it as she straightened up. Her breasts swayed gently. They were bigger than I thought for such a petite girl, but not too much. Her pale peach nipples were puffy, but already tensing with desire. She hooked her thumbs in her panties and slowly slid them down to her knees, then stood and shrugged them off to join the crumpled skirt circling her feet. She stood naked before me, but for stockings and heels. Her hands moved uncertainly with shame and pride covering her mons, then a breast, then the other, until she gave in to her shame and held them behind her back, almost boldly. Perfect sensual innocence as she revealed her secret self to me, from her firm breasts, down her flat belly to the soft hump of her mons and to the slit of her smooth vulva. There was just a hint of the delicate, intimate lips beneath.

“Lithe, ” was my first thought. Then “delicate.” And finally, “mine.” Her young body was almost perfect as she bloomed into a woman, with gentle curves, flawlessly proportioned. The world was narrowed to nothing but her body, her breathing, and my rising lust. My cock swelled. Still, I paused, sipped wine, and watched, relaxed, as she stood, completely exposed, uncertain, staring submissively at her toes, too embarrassed to look me in the eye. The lesson was going well.

“Feet apart, ” I ordered.

She did as told and dropped her arms to her sides. I could see her labia now, glistening with her lust. She lifted her head and glanced furtively, longingly at me.

“Good girl. You haves uch a beautiful figure, Kira. You should be proud of your body.”

She straightened a little and thrust out her breasts subtly.

“Oh, naughty girl. You are proud. You have perfect breasts, just the right size, perfectly proportioned and high. And I do think your puffy nipples are sexy. They must be very sensitive to touch and tongue.

A pink blush rose on her chest and cheeks.

Tell me more about why you are here. What do you want now?”

“I... I don’t know... Maybe to get to know you or something? Maybe...” she trailed off.

“Come now, Kira. You want more than that. You’re standing naked in my living room. What do you really want?” I demanded.

“Oh god... I want you to, ah, to teach me... to take me...” She paused for a moment, looked resolved, and said, “I want to serve you.”

“What a perfect little slut, you are, dear Kira. We’ll get to a lesson, but first, let’s finish your inspection. Turn around and show me your back and bottom.”

She turned gracefully, more confident now. Her back was lean and defined. Her ass bordered on the small side and curved from her thin waist like a perfect pear. My cock ached.

“Stay perfectly still, ” I said.

I stood up and walked past her, sliding the back of my hand against her hip as I circled her, then turned it over to trace my fingers across her tight bottom, pausing only a second to slide one down the crack of her ass to brush her tight little butthole. She shuddered. I stood behind her, breath hot on her hair, my shirt just kissing her naked back. I move closer until my hard cock rested against the crack of her boyish ass. After an almost too long pause, I brought my hands around her hips to her taught belly and up to cup her firm breasts, pausing there to feel their weight in my hands. A sigh escaped her as I slid my palms over her nipples. They stiffened, almost imperceptibly, and goosebumps spotted her arms.

Abruptly, I turned and returned to my chair, picked up my glass, and swirled the wine.

“Are you my little girl? My slut?”

She turned slightly and nodded.

“Bend over, slut. All the way down. Put your palms on the floor. Arch your back. Show me your ass and pussy.”

She obeyed, bending slowly forward and down until her palms rested flat on the floor. I sat up, taking in her perfect submission and exposure, finishing the wine. Inspecting from bottom to top. Her long legs trailed up to reveal the slot of her cunny and the petals of her pink labia peaking from her most private space, clit safely tucked under its little hood. Her ass cheeks opened to expose her tight little butt button.

‘Such a perfect playground, ’ I thought. ‘I wonder which holes are virgin. What to choose? What to do? Decisions. Decisions.’

“Good girl. Now stay like that.”

I refilled my glass, took a sip, rose, and walked to her, trailing my fingers slowly down her ass, to the back of her thighs, and then softly back up between her legs to brush the dampness of her secret lips. She shuddered involuntarily but remained bent as told. My fingers glided up to her brown hole, and she jerked again, pushing her ass back slightly as my fingers lingered briefly at the sensitive spot.

“Be still now. The inspection has just begun. We need to see if you are getting ready and wet for your lesson.”

I cupped my hand over the slit of her cunt, my middle finger resting unmoving on her clit, and felt the damp heat. I drew my hand slowly backward, dragged my finger past her hidden bud, and into the slippery folds of flesh. Gently, I parted her labia to find the wetness waiting and slid a finger inside. She moaned but stayed bent in half. She was already wet and wanting. When I slid out my finger, it glistened with her juice and smelled vaguely of the sea. She was so perfectly exposed, unable to hide anything.

“Stand up and turn around.”

She stood, more boldly now, and looked me in the eye. Longing. I held my slick finger to her.

“My, my, you are a little slut, aren’t you? See how wet you are? Your pretty little pussy is dripping like a whore’s. I think you enjoy being inspected.”

“Yes, Sir. You make me so wet.”

I held my finger to her lips and nodded. She leaned forward and licked it clean. Then I pushed two fingers deep into her mouth, and she sucked them hungrily.

“Thank you, Sir, ” she panted.

“And you make me so hard, little one, ” I said. “Kneel.”

She knelt, naked, wet, wanting, her face inches from my bulging pants, her eyes cast down, while I sipped my wine, silent, waiting. She glanced up quickly and whispered, “Please, Sir, may I see your cock?”

“Hands behind you, ” I demanded. I stood, undid my belt, and cinched it tightly around her wrists. When she began to struggle, I pulled her head back and whispered harshly, “Hush now.”

She was helpless, kneeling at my feet, hands secured. I unzipped my pants as she stared. My boxers were bulging with my almost rigid cock and already stained with precum.

“Lick it until it’s hard. Lick it like a slut.”

Without hesitation, she leaned in and began hungrily licking the cum stain on my boxers. My cock swelled from her probing tongue and ached with the rush of blood. I pulled her head away with her hair, then dropped my shorts to the floor. My hard cock stood before her.

“Lick me, Kira. I want to feel your tongue. Just your tongue, for now”.

She hesitated this time, struggling against the belt restraining her hands, and shied away, but a short jerk of her hair brought her tongue to me, and she started licking, tentatively at first but then with increasing passion. Her tongue certainly wasn’t virginal � she must have sucked a few teenage cocks before. I wondered if she had sucked a teacher? After minutes of lapping the shaft, she bent down and gently licked my balls. I flinched at the electric shock of pleasure as she swirled her tongue around them. She looked up at me, eyes aflame, tongue still lapping my cock, alternating between the sensitive head and my throbbing balls. My legs were shaking, so I sat back in the chair, opened my legs, and pulled her head to me.

“You have a well-trained mouth, Kira. Keep licking; you have more to clean.”

She did as told � licked my cock, tip to base, and then sucked gently on each ball. I laid back and pulled up my legs so she could work her way behind my balls to the hypersensitive area between my scrotum and ass. When she hesitated, I pushed her head down until her nose pressed against my balls and her tongue probed behind them. She started licking hungrily, and electric shocks of pleasure tremored me. She slowed her pace to tease with her tongue, flicking from just behind my balls and to the edge of my asshole � rotating circles and quick little flicks on my perineum. Waves of fierce pleasure swept through me. To further test her submission, I pushed her head down until her tongue found my sensitive asshole.

She tried to pull away. “All of it, Kira! Lick it all.”

I held her there until her tongue flicked forward against my clenched hole. I couldn’t help but moan. She licked again, then again, then faster and harder, until she was swirling and probing my ass. The waves of pleasure almost broke me. But I had to remain in control.

“Good girl, your tongue is perfect. Lick my asshole like a hungry slut. Good... girl.... ahhhh”.

I was so close. I ached for her tongue to keep rimming, but I was already too far gone and needed to cum in a warm, wet hole. I pulled her from my ass and stood. She knelt naked, glistening with sweat, her perfect breasts heaving with each panting breath. She looked up longingly, pleading with her eyes. My cock curved before her, her mouth centimeters away. I bend it down.

“Open, my little toy” I say, “Suck me dry.”

Her eyes widened, almost with fear, but she took the tip into her mouth. I was too far gone and needed more � with one thrust, I pushed my cock deep into her throat until she almost gagged.

“Quiet!” I hissed and pulled back slowly until her mouth held only the cockhead. “Suck me. Show me how good your mouth can feel. I want to fill it.”

Her lips wrapped hungrily around my shaft as she slid her warm, wet mouth slowly down it, almost to the base, until her eyes filled with tears, and she nearly choked. Then she pulled back slowly as her tongue swirled my cockhead. Cock still in her mouth, she looked up at me for approval.

“Good girl. You have a wonderful mouth. Now make me cum.”

She went to work like a whore trying to earn a tip. Sucking slow and hard as she took my rod deep, then pulling back to suckle its sensitive tip. Then faster and faster until she fucking my cock with her face. My moaning increased. I was panting.

When I was getting close, I clenched her hair with both hands, stared into her eyes, and began to fuck her mouth with slow thrusts, then pulled her forward until her nose was buried in my pubes. She struggled a little, but her hands were firmly tied. I pulled slowly back to prolong the pleasure and to let her finish me.

“Almost there, slut.” She sucked eagerly now, with no pretense of shyness, while I matched her mouth with my thrusting pelvis, fucking her face, pulling her again and again and again down the shaft. My orgasm built.

“Do you want your reward?” She nodded and drew my cock deeper into her mouth. “Take it all, little slut, suck me dry. NOW”.

She sucked hard while I clenched her hair, pulling her back until her mouth focused on my cockhead thrusting with little, short jerks as the cum started welling up, filled my shaft and then splashed thick spurts into her hungry mouth. She pulled back a little, trying to escape the gushes of jizz but I held her hair until she clamped her lips around my swollen head, and sucked it all in. Wave after wave of pleasure wracked through me, Glob after glob of my thick, sticky cum filled her mouth. My mind was awash in pleasure as she stroked and sucked every drop of cum from me.

She slid her mouth off my cock and looked happily up at me, a small string of jizz trailing from her lip to her chin. With a beatific smile, she swallowed my load, then licked her lips clean.

“Thank you for your lesson, Sir, ” she said, smiling shyly now. “Was that an ‘A’?”

She was amazing � a schoolgirl that sucked cock way better than my ex ever had, but then again, My ex had stopped giving head about a year after the wedding and then pretty much stopped everything except for a perfunctory missionary pounding every month or so. And she would lie there like I was interrupting her Kardashian TV binging. She wouldn’t even hold my hand by the end. That was my first blowjob in almost ten years. Shit, that was the first time someone else made me cum in almost a year. Kira was beautiful and perfect, and now my little toy.

She licked the cum and drool from my cock and balls as I drifted into post-orgasmic bliss.

Now it was time for her pleasure...