Working Holiday Part Twenty-Six: Afternoon Affairs

Read part one here.

When I left Rhiannon at the motorcycle club, I knew she'd be well taken care of, literally and figuratively. Through my friend there, I had met a girl who had experienced the bitch treatment. It was not for every girl, certainly, but I was sure it was something Rhiannon would appreciate.

I was waiting for a call to pick her up so I was not surprised when the phone rang. With some excitement, she told me they asked her to dance at a strip club that evening. Oh, and that she had a great time serving the club members—that was almost an afterthought on her part!

I had planned a reasonably quiet night for her, but so long as she was game for some new adventure, I heartily approved. Stripping was one idea I had not planned for her because I didn't have any reliable contacts at any of the clubs.

I'd planned for her to make a profile on an adult “dating” site and see what transpired. She had done her share of whoring for the week so I figured a bit of flirting would do her good. I thought she might enjoy hooking up with a few married men wanting a no-strings-attached affair. We could have received one in the evening and one or two the next day if we planned it right.

When she called again later to say she would do a private show for a bachelor party, that put the brakes on the flirting idea, but her new adventure was certainly better than my plan. Especially when she admitted that it was a full service affair. I could hear the excitement in her voice as she told me about her experience at the club and what might await her at the party.

I estimated that she wouldn't be back until close to midnight. I had already created a profile for her, including some photos that obscured her face but left little else to the imagination. The images from our garage shoot that week went to good use. Rhiannon had received a number of interesting inquiries within fifteen minutes of posting her ad. The site was very active that evening.

Initially, I left the messages to her unanswered, wanting to involve her in the decision process. I did take the time to examine each man's profile. They were a mixed lot of guys looking for cheap thrills, some were rather pathetic, unfortunately. I made note of the more worthy candidates for her consideration later.

When the phone rang. she had quite the story to tell. She fucked most of the guys at the party, including her former professor. She was thrilled by the experience, but even more thrilled that the man asked her to stay with him that night. Although it threw a wrench into my plans, I had to admit that she would have a much better time with her old teacher—I knew how much she fantasied about such things. I wished her luck and told her to call me in the morning and let me know she was all right.

I went back to the dating site and checked her new messages. If she was going to bed an older guy that night, I thought it opportune to lay some young studs on her next. I reviewed the profiles of her potential suitors and responded to the college boys, judging which might be game for a quickie with Rhiannon the next day. After a couple hours of messaging, I narrowed the field down to six guys.

It was likely that Rhiannon would not make it back until after lunch on Friday, so I gave each guy a specific time to arrive in the afternoon and a specific time to leave. I made it clear that she was cheating on her boyfriend and that she could only give the guy half an hour of her time. As her, I told them that there was no risk her boyfriend coming home, but she only wanted a quick fuck so she could get through the weekend. Every one of them agreed to “her” conditions.

It was strange to go to bed alone that night. I had grown accustomed to fucking Rhiannon before we slept … and then fucking her again in the morning. I liked drifting off to sleep with my hand between her legs or with her cupping my balls. I was also thankful to have the bed to myself again so I could relax. She was a demanding lover; then again, I was equally demanding. I fell asleep while imaging what she was doing with her old professor.

I love sex first thing in the morning. I usually wake up with an erection; waking up with a soft girl beside me gives me someplace to put it. Her hair is messy, she has no make up, but she has a rested look that is a different type of beauty. Every girl hates to kiss before brushing our teeth, so I don't kiss, unless I lick her pussy to warm her up. After that, it's a quick fuck and leisurely cuddle before hitting the shower and sometimes fucking again. No matter how bad the rest of the day might be, you can always think back to how it started and smile.

I lay in my bed for some time and had to resist the temptation to masturbate. I had cum so many times that week but thinking about what she might gotten herself into the night before was painfully stimulating. Holding off would also enable me to enjoy her more when I did see her again.

There were no messages on my phone. I wondered if I should text her, but there was really no point. She was either in trouble and couldn't get my message anyway, or she was in good hands, in which case my message was pointless.

After cleaning up, I checked her messages on the dating site. She had plenty of requests from potential suitors. One of the guys she was scheduled to see that afternoon regretfully canceled and asked if he could see her another day. I checked through the profiles of the new guys and sent a message to the most promising of the bunch. Two hours later I had replaced the canceled date.

Rhiannon messaged me just before lunch that she was on her way back and that she had a most agreeable time with her professor. I had her suck me off as soon as she came through the door. She told me it was the second time that day she gave a guy a blow-job in a doorway. I threw her on the bed and rammed my dick in her and demanded she tell me about her night.

I took it slow so she could fill me in on the details. She began by apologizing that she had a load of cum in her already. She had to keep her legs crossed on the metro so as not to leak too much. I could feel nothing, of course, but I'm glad I hadn't gone down on her!

I didn't mind fucking Rhiannon while another guy's splooge was sloshing around in her cunt. I'd shared a girl with a couple of guys before and I learned to get over it. On the first occasion, I was at a party and was introduced to a girl with a reputation as a slut. She was decent enough looking and damn friendly. Everyone was drinking and having a good time. I ended up making out with her and was all set to drag her off into the bushes (it was a party at a country cottage), but she dashed off to meet some new guests and I was left with blue balls. There were other girls at the party, some of them were particularly hot and most were attired in beach clothing, revealing a lot of flesh and adding to my horniness. When I next saw my slut, the combination of liquor and hormones had me riled up enough to confront her. I was still in my teens then, you see, and was rather foolish (not that I've improved on that much). “Look,” I said, “I'm horny as a two peckered bull and you're the only one who can help me.” Maybe she was impressed with my bravado or maybe she was as horny and drunk as me, but that line would never work again. I followed her to a bedroom and we made out on the bed. In my eagerness, I practically tore her clothes off. When she told me not to go down on her, I asked why. I hadn't planned to eat her out, but I was curious. She told me she just had sex with another guy. Well, as I say, I was horny as hell and taking “sloppy seconds” was not going to stop me, particularly after being liquored up so. Ten minutes later, my load was deposited inside her and we lay together for a few minutes. I think I dozed off because the next thing I remember, she was getting dressed.

The second time I became an Eskimo brother was when a pal called me with a strange proposition. A friend of his was looking for a few guys to gangbang his girl. The requirements were that they had to be total strangers, be tested clean, and to reasonably fit and well groomed. I had recently moved to Montreal and only just discovered the libertine attitude of many of the inhabitants. I showed up at the hotel room the couple had rented for their play, girded for whatever might happen next. The boyfriend met me at the door to make sure I was acceptable. My pal was not there. The girl was OK looking, but had a dynamite body; firm stomach, soft round breasts and a tightly muscled ass. There were five guys, including her boyfriend. She started by sucking our dicks, one after another. Her boyfriend mounted her, as if to show us how it was done, and then the action began in earnest. She was really vocal. Until that time, I'd never heard a girl demand to be fucked as much as she did. She really spurred us on. When she screamed that she wanted all our cum inside her, I thought it was just for effect, but she really insisted that she wanted a super cream pie. At the end of about an hour of fucking, we each planted our load deep inside her. I was third in line so I my dick was smeared in the semen of two other men when I pulled out. As the next guy in line boarded her, I had her suck my cock good and clean. We men just stood around and waited until she was topped up. She lay on her back and played with her pussy, letting the cum cocktail ooze out, giving us quite a show.

I suppose it might have bothered me to take sloppy seconds with a girl to whom I was emotionally attached, but I didn't feel possessive with Rhiannon (not that I'm possessive to begin with). In a terribly perverted way, I felt fatherly toward her. Of course it didn't help when she would occasionally call call me “Daddy” during our sex play. In fact, that rather turned me on. We talked about the idea of roll playing a father and daughter scenario, but we never got around to it.

I thought of Rhiannon as a flower that attracted many bees. The more she was pollinated, the more happy and lovely she was. That was the point of my setting her up so many times that week. In all the years I'd known her, I never saw her glow as much as she did.

I told her about my plan for her that afternoon and she liked the idea. She was sorry she couldn't help me pick the men, but she was also glad that I took on the responsibility so she could be surprised. Rhiannon liked surprises.

We showered and she carefully flushed out her professor's seed. She also gave herself an enema in case she decided to give the boys some back door action later. I had her wear her schoolgirl skirt and white blouse to meet her dates. She didn't wear underwear, of course. While she made the bed, I straightened up the apartment, putting away the small valuables and anything that might identify either of us.

While we waited, I showed her the men I selected and the messages that I sent on her behalf. She was disappointed they were all young guys, but I said I was trying to give her some variety. I also knew that she would appreciate the experienced men all the more after a few hours with the young bucks.

The first guy arrived exactly on time; he was an eager fellow. I went into my office and tried to get some work done while she ushered him into the bedroom and went right to business. I couldn't really hear anything from where I was, but I could occasionally hear her cry out in passion. Half an hour later, I heard her walk him to the door.

I stepped out of my office and she pranced over. “You wanna fuck me?” she said. A girl doesn't have to ask me that question twice. I have to admit that I had a huge boner the past thirty minutes and it needed seeing to. I'm not much for voyeurism, but knowing she was nailing some guy in the next room really got my blood pumping.

She was still plenty wet from the stranger, so I entered her right away. I gave her a good fuck before asking her about the details of her experience. The guy was only somewhat experienced, being a couple years younger than her. She brought him into the bedroom and he was so excited that she decided to just lay back on the bed with her legs spread and let him take her. He pulled off his pants, applied a condom and mounted her without any foreplay.

He came too quickly, unfortunately. He made it up to her by giving her pussy a good licking. Rhiannon returned the favor by sucking his cock hard and blew him until he came in her mouth. I told her I thought she had semen breath and she tried to kiss me. I pushed her back and laughed, then fucked her some more.

We didn't have much time before the next guy would arrive. I donned my robe and she straightened the bed and got dressed. The next guy arrived right on time.

I sat in my office and got no work done at all. I ended up browsing porn, careful to keep the volume off. When the door closed, I opened my office to see her smiling and looking at the fabric tenting out from my crotch. She asked me if I wanted to fuck her again and I gave her the same reply … and the same treatment.

The second guy was a nervous wreck. He couldn't even get hard until she sucked him for almost ten minutes. He was in such danger of cuming that he put on a condom and got straight to business. The business quickly went bankrupt, however. I thought she was going to tell me he prematurely ejaculated, but it was worse; he lost his erection. This guy was only twenty years old! She ended up blowing him until he shot his load down her throat. “He did have a lot of cum, though!” she told me (I heard her gag and cough as I listened at my office door). I accused her of being a cum slut and she grinned at the compliment. She's such a cum slut that way.

The ringing of the doorbell alerted us to the fact that the next gentleman caller was rather early. Rhiannon threw her clothes on and I beat a hasty retreat to my office, remembering to grab my robe from the bedroom floor. I went back to my computer to see who was visiting and who was still to arrive. I could hear the two of them talking as I listened near the door, but could not make out what they were saying. It was very quiet and she was not moaning. Not a good sign.

It was nearly forty-five minutes before she let him leave. She was naked and laughing when I came out from my room. I gave her a “What the hell happened?” look and she laughed again. She told me she had just initiated a sixteen year old virgin. “No shit, seriously?” I gave her a high-five. The guy's profile said he was a nineteen year old university student. She said he confessed to the deception right away. She made him show his ID to confirm his age. He pulled out his high-school ID card and confessed he had never been with a woman. The kid wasn't bad looking; he probably didn't have a lot of confidence.

She appreciated his candor and agreed to walk with him into the temple of manhood. They got undressed and she lay on her back with her legs open. His eyes were riveted on her shaven pussy. She told him not to bother with the condom, she wanted his first experience to be natural. He maneuvered between her thighs and pushed his penis into the first vagina he had ever touched. Rhiannon was already wet, of course. Once he was inside her, he had no idea what to do next. She had to explain to him how to rock his hips. He followed her instructions and came in only a couple of minutes.

I smiled when she told me how she resisted the urge to pat him on the head and call him a good boy. Instead, she said something along the lines of “You're a man, now,” and kissed him long and hard while his cock throbbed inside her. That was very considerate of her, and quite poetic.

She put him on his back to give him his first ever blow job. To punish him for his deception, she intended to give him such an epic cock sucking that he would think of Rhiannon whenever a girl went down on him.

Ever the naughty girl, she dipped two fingers into her pussy and pulled out some of the young man's spunk. He watched in fascination as she licked her fingers clean. "I love fresh cum," she said. The kid got hard right away, but he blew his second load in only five minutes. The guy was thrilled, of course, she was slightly annoyed because she was only getting warmed up. Rhiannon loved to suck and fuck and this guy let her down. He sensed this and asked what he could do for her. She had him suck her nipples and play with her clit. He had no idea where her clit was, of course, and she was too impatient to teach him. So, she played with herself as he made like a baby on her small breasts.

After she managed to bring herself off, she was surprised to see that he was hard again. Inspired, she got on all fours and had him take her from behind. He did a much better job, plowing her like an old hand instead of a boy. It was then she decided to give him the ultimate hat-trick. It didn't occur to her until I pointed it out, but this was an equally effective punishment for him. Who would ever believe that his first sexual experience included not only vaginal sex, but oral and anal sex, and with an older woman who just happened to be cheating on her boyfriend? She laughed in agreement. 

She didn't trust the guy enough to let him put his fingers in her ass, so she initiated the play by inserting, first one, then two fingers. He said nothing, just happy to be fucking a real girl. Without uncoupling, she took some lube from the night-table and applied it to her asshole. She then had him pull out and lube on his cock. The next part was tricky. She made him hold still and press his cock against her ass. She then backed into him, easing his cock into her ass. When she had him up to his balls, she squeezed and released her sphincter, gripping the base of his cock rhythmically. She could feel him pulsing in response. She told him to go slow and he obliged, sliding in and out of her ass.

At this news, I rolled her over and ass fucked her. I knew she was lubed and ready, so I just slowly pushed open her sphincter with my cock and basked in the forbidden pleasure of her asshole. She admitted that he dropped a load there, too, but I didn't care. She admitted that his first load was huge because the cum was dripping out when she blew him. I noted the large wet spot on the sheets. I wanted to pump my cum into her ass as well, but I also wanted to save myself for that evening. We had a lot more fun still ahead, so I fucked her ass hard and pulled out with an audible “pop.” We changed the sheets and she ran back to the bathroom to clean up and flush out. Her next caller should arrive at any moment.

He was late.

He was more than fifteen minutes late by the time the doorbell rang. I listened as she met him at the bottom of the stairs. He said got off the bus at the wrong stop and got turned around. Rhiannon hurried him to the bedroom and they were at it in moments. This guy knew what he was doing because she was moaning in pleasure. I love to her her moan, whether I'm the cause or not. Just the sounds of her moaning got me hard and I stroked myself as I listened in.

My erection deflated when the doorbell rang. The moaning from the bedroom ceased. I heard Rhiannon's voice. She told her lover that it could not be her boyfriend, but possibly a friend coming for a visit. They quickly dressed and Rhiannon shouted “Just a minute!” through the bedroom window. The problem was to get lover number four out of the apartment while lover number five was on his way in.

She told Four to wait in the bedroom and to straighten the bed. She would lead her “friend” to the kitchen. At that point, the guy could sneak quietly down the stairs. When she opened the door, I could hear her greet her next lover like an old friend. At the top of the stair she said, “Hey, I really need a drink. Do you want to join me?” She told me later that she was not joking; she really did need a drink. The new guy followed her into the kitchen where she picked glasses and choose a bottle from the collection in the pantry.

I knew the fourth guy had left when I heard the front door softly close. I don't doubt the guy was disappointed, but at least he had a few minutes of fun. It would still make a great story for him to regale with his pals back at the college.

Rhiannon took her new man to the bedroom and they were humping like bunnies in no time. She finished with him and sent him on his way. She came for me and I fucked her as she told me how she got rid of lover number four. I was surprised she recovered quickly enough to come up with that strategy. I've seen her half drunk from sex, unable to answer the simplest of questions. We cleaned up once again and waited for her final date to arrive.

Number six did a reasonably good job fucking her, she told me after. She was not in as much a hurry to get rid of him since he was the last. So she let him take his time and cum twice for her. She liked that the young guys came a lot, and that they had a lot of semen for her, but she preferred older guys with more experience. Having a young woman tell you this as you're fucking her with authority is a tremendous aphrodisiac, let me tell you.

“I like having all these men fucking me in a row like that,” she said. She explained how it was different from being fucked as a whore. The men she saw that day were there for her pleasure as well as their own. They were also thrilled to help her cheat on her boyfriend ... in contrast to the men who fucked her that week, who were interested in their own pleasure and mostly cheating on their girlfriends and wives.

She had been “the other woman” on a few occasions and she was always turned on by the idea. Playing the cheater appealed to her because she couldn't picture herself cheating on a serious boyfriend. She enjoyed the role playing.

“What if a boyfriend wanted you to fool around?” I asked. She rightly pointed out that it wouldn't be cheating and she had a good point.

The first time I ever cheated, I justified it to myself very easily. My girlfriend went home for the holidays and I was visiting my mother at her home. My former girlfriend showed up and we both knew that we would be having sex that night; there really was no way around it. While my mother was out with friends, my ex and I retired to my old bedroom and spent two hours reacquainting ourselves. She was a virgin when we met, but had been busy gaining experience. I dismissed our play as “cheating” because Shelly was an old friend and I had no intention of reigniting the flame with her, just comparing notes on our lives in the two years since we last saw each other.

The only other time I cheated was during a long business trip. We had worked hard to complete a project for a very demanding client. There were tense workdays and long evenings to get it all done in time. Upon delivery, the bosses were thrilled and we had a bit of a party at the bar in the hotel where most of us were staying. People from the client's team joined us and there was plenty of drinking and partying. Everyone was excited at the conclusion of the project. I let it get the best of me and ended up in my room with one of the local team members. There had been sexual tension between us from the start, but I was true to my girl and focused on my work. The excitement at the end of the project, our success, and the fact that I knew I'd never see this girl again, caused me to put ethics aside and we were soon making out in my room. Minutes later, we were naked on the bed, rutting like a couple of dogs. I felt horrible the next day and kept my infidelity a secret. Imagine my surprise when my girlfriend eventually confessed that she had cheated on me while I was away. I was hurt—hypocrite that I was—but it was a sign that our relationship was not strong and we split up some time later. I have since found greater pleasure through women who did not want a single partner.

Rhiannon and I napped for almost an hour, then got up and made supper. We still had some time before our next activity, and I delighted in keeping it secret from her. “Your last night will a good one, trust me,” I said.

Working Holiday Part Twenty-Five: Public Truss

Read part one here.

She rolled over onto her back and forced her eyes open. She was overcome by the vertigo of unfamiliarity as she looked at the ceiling, the big paper lantern, and then the wall. This was not her room or any room she knew. The hard bed was unfamiliar; it was so low it felt almost as if she was on the floor. Bits and pieces of the previous evening bobbed up like flotsam from a sunken liner. As her brain swam into focus, she pieced together the puzzle. "Holy shit," she said quietly. She was in Professor Maxwell Kensington's bedroom! She spotted the bottle of rum with the two empty glasses, the towel on the bench ... the tangle of rope. "Ohmygod."

She lay there, naked beneath the sheets, and wondered what to do next. It wasn't the first time she woke in another man's bed and didn't know what to do. When getting picked up at bars or parties, she would often avoid awkward mornings by sneaking out while he was still asleep. She found herself doubly stuck. As his former student, she was more than well acquainted with the man who had bedded her. Looking again at the rope, it was clear that he was now considerably better acquainted with her. All her clothes were in the bathroom so sneaking out was not an option.

On the other hand, she had a glorious evening with him and would welcome another opportunity. She wondered if he felt the same way, though. Getting up, she wrapped the towel around her and crept down the hall.

Her first stop was the toilet. Her clothes were where she left them. She found her toothbrush and freshened up.

"You ready for coffee?" a familiar deep voice called as she turned off the faucet.

She padded out to the kitchen and smiled shyly. "Yes, please." He poured a cup from the old fashion Italian coffee pot on the stove and handed it to her. He wore a black cotton robe with a yellow and white bamboo motif. In a moment of inspiration, she set her cup down on the counter and kissed him. "Good morning."

He returned the greeting and surprised her by draping a familiar arm around her waist. She liked being this close to him. She sipped her coffee, it was rich and delicious. "Do you teach today?" she asked. There were few classes on Fridays, but during the summer months, the schedule was very different.

"Yes, I have a class this evening and tomorrow." He explained that he was teaching part of a Master's seminar that took place every second weekend in the summer months. It was the one opportunity working professionals had to obtain their degree without night classes or taking time off. "I have some preparation to do, but that can wait a bit." He gestured to the papers neatly arranged on the coffee table. It was obvious he was already preparing. "Yes, that can wait," he said, as if reading her mind.

He casually released the towel from about her and it dropped to the floor. Rhiannon instinctively reached for it as it fell, but it was clear that he wanted her naked. "Come," he said, setting down his cup. Taking her by the hand, he led her back to the bedroom.

He laid her spread-eagle on the bed and buried his face between her legs. Rhiannon closed her eyes and remembered him standing in front of her classroom, leaning against the podium while consulting his notes, walking around the room as he lectured, chatting with students after class. He was demanding in that he expected everyone to read the assignments. He was encouraging, too, helping draw answers from the students during in-class discussions. This man was now lovingly eating her pussy, his beard tickling and stimulating her.

His hands came up to her stomach and caressed her skin. When he moved them higher and began fondling her breasts, she felt that old familiar feeling welling up inside. She put her hands over his and let the orgasm roll over her.

He got up and let his robe fall to the floor. His cock was standing straight out. She wanted to suck it, but he had other ideas. He lowered himself onto her, sliding his cock inside. She moaned in relief as he pushed all the way in. She lay there and let him take her.

Charles always fucked her in the morning. He said he had more energy and that was certainly the case with Professor Kensington. He worked hard and was soon dripping sweat onto her belly. Some girls didn't like sweat, but she loved seeing a man give it his everything for her pleasure. Of course she enjoyed it more when both of them were sweating like horses, skin glistening as their bodies slid against one another.

He slowed to a stop and sat back on his heels. He was careful to remain inside her. "Let's get a shower and I'll take you out for breakfast." He stood up and pulled her to her feet.

"Just a minute," she said. "I want to taste myself." She bend over and sucked his cock. He ran his hand along her back and twined his fingers in her hair. She licked then sucked his cock, enjoying how it felt in her mouth. She leaned up and kissed him again before they stood and walked to the bathroom.

They took turns washing each other in the shower. Rhiannon knelt and sucked his cock until he was hard again. She then bent over and held the edge of the tub so he could take her once more. As they toweled off, he asked her if she enjoyed being tied up. She admitted that it turned her on to be so helpless and loved how the ropes felt against her skin.

"I have a little treat for you, then. Come." Excited, she followed him back to the bedroom. From the closet, he pulled another coil of rope. This one was made of hemp and a little thicker than the one he used last night. He piled it up on the floor and made a loop knot in the center; she could see a piece of thread identifying the center of the rope.

He put the loop of rope over her head. She could feel the knot at the back of her neck. Two strands of rope dangled down her front now. He tied the rope together using three knots; one above her breasts, one below, and one just around her navel. He passed all the remaining rope down between her legs.

He pulled the two strands of rope up behind her, careful to put one strand on either side of her pussy lips. The roughness of the rope pressing into her there was stimulating. The strands came around her buttocks and looped through the knotted strands near her navel. They went back around her back and to the front once more, looping through above the next knot. He repeated the pattern for the remaining strands of rope. He untied the knot behind her neck and she could feel the rope being slipped through the loop. He tightened the ropes until they fit snug around her body.

She thought he might tie up her hands again, but the result of this morning's work was that she was wrapped in a sort of rope cage. "How does that feel?" he asked. As she ran her hands over the ropes and looked down, she noticed that he was fully erect. Tying her up turned him on.

"Am I supposed to be able to move?" He nodded in response. "So, what's the point?"

"The point is, I can do stuff like this," he grabbed the ropes at the top and bottom and pushed her over. She didn't fall because he held the ropes and lowered her to the futon. The ropes supported her weight comfortably. He then flipped her on her front and pulled the ropes until she got on her knees. She fully expected him to fuck her at this point and was not surprised when he pushed his way inside. Instead of grabbing her hips or shoulders like he did last night, he held her tight with the ropes. The strands cut into her skin but it was far more erotic than painful.

When he finished with her, he said, "That, my dear Miss Kelly, is the point."

"Thank you for the lesson, Professor," she replied, demurely.

He smiled and slapped her ass. "Let's get dressed. I'm hungry." He went into his closet and pulled out jeans and a baggy linen shirt. She had only ever seen him wear conservative clothes like corduroy pants. This was another surprise for her.

She reached back to try to untie herself but he said, "No, just put your clothes on over that. No underwear, though." She went into the bathroom to get her clothes. She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. The ropes looked so erotic. She loved how they made her feel and how they looked. She pulled her clothes on and added a bit of make up before meeting him at the door. As they walked down the stairs, the ropes touching her skin made her feel the same way as when she put on erotic lingerie.

He lived only a few blocks from the market. As they walked, he told her a bit about the classes he was teaching that weekend, topics familiar to Rhiannon her her own studies. She was somewhat distracted, however, as she was sensitive to the ropes wrapped around her body. The hemp touching her skin was mildly irritating but very sensual. She was, of course, totally turned on by the whole experience.

The market was not particularly busy on Friday morning, but there were still plenty of people about. The early lunch crowd was already making their way to the old building, picking up produce or visiting the small restaurants. He lead her to a bakery where the smells of fresh baked bread tantalized her. He ordered ham and cheese croissants for them both. As soon as she sat down, she felt the ropes under her buttocks and behind her back. She almost forgot about them as she stood in line, but now she was getting more aroused. It didn't help when he leaned in and told her that she was probably the only one in the market trussed up in hemp rope.

"Unbutton your top more, I want to see it." She looked around to see if anyone was watching before she undid one more button on her blouse. She was turned on by the idea of someone seeing that. She gently pulled at her top so he could see the rope. She could imagine him getting hard, but there was no way to reach beneath the table to judge for herself. As she ate, she leaned forward and moved so he could look down her blouse. The ropes shifted and excited her.

When they finished, he walked her through the market, picking up some cheese on the way out. The feel of the rope against her skin, particularly the two strands between her legs, was now electrifying.  "One more button," he said as they exited the market. She looked around again and loosened the next button down. This was more than she dare expose at the best of times. The two top knots were clearly visible to anyone walking toward them.

As luck would have it, a few pedestrians were walking toward them. They were well dressed office workers. Rhiannon looked straight ahead and strained to watch them out of per peripheral vision. A couple of them looked straight at her. Did they see the rope? Did they know she was tied up beneath her blouse and skirt?

When they arrived at his his place, he stepped into the entrance but did not close the door behind them. He pulled out his erect cock and made her suck it right there in the threshold. Anyone could see them except that his back was toward the street. She crammed his cock deep into her throat and sucked him as hard as she could. The ropes had driven her mad with passion and she needed that thing inside her. "Please fuck me," she begged him.

They went up the stairs and into the apartment. Rhiannon all but tore off her clothes the moment she entered. She grabbed his dick again and sucked him feverishly. While she was busy, he removed his own clothes. When he was free, he stood her up and kissed her deeply. He maneuvered her into the living room and sat her on the back of the couch. She reached between her legs and guided him inside her.

Gripping the rope to support them both, he pounded her relentlessly. Rhiannon sighed in relief; all the tension that had built up in her the past hour was released. Throwing her head back, she moaned deeply as she was overtaken by an intense orgasm. Exhausted, Kensington dropped her on the couch and collapsed next to her. "OK, you win. I'm beat." He groaned and fell sideways, putting his head on a cushion there.

"That was intense," she said, straightening the ropes wrapped around her.

The ringing of the phone broke the tranquility. He got up, begrudgingly, and picked up the handset in the cradle near the door. "No, no problem," he said, "I just finished a late breakfast," he winked at her, "and I'm preparing for tonight." As he listened, he moved toward his office. "Yeah, that could work. Let me check. Give me a moment. I have it here somewhere."

Rhiannon watched him go into his office. She stood up and crept down the hall to peer inside. She wanted him to loosen the knots at her back so she could unbind herself. He could probably do that while he was on the phone.

Professor Kensington was at his computer, leaning back in his chair as he listened to the caller on the other end of the line. He was browsing through some web site, clicking and scanning the text. He looked over and winked at her again.

Feeling very naughty, she got on her hands and knees and crawled across the carpeted floor to kneel in front of him. He continued his conversation on the phone as she prodded him to turn his chair slightly. He slumped down in the seat more and spread his legs so she could put her head in his lap.

He was quite soft, but she knew that would soon change. She took the limp penis in her mouth and sucked it gently, rolling around with her tongue and pulling it deep. She cupped his balls with one hand and massaged them. He made a few agreeable noises on the phone and stroked the back of her head in approval.

As he grew in her mouth, she only half noticed the conversation. As near as she could tell, he was collaborating with another professor on some review. When he hung up, he said, "You are a very bad student, Miss Kelly." She just looked up and smiled.

He pulled her to her feet then bent her over his lap before she realized what was happening. The slap to her ass was quite expected once she was in position. With his bare palm he struck her again and again. They were not hard blows, but they were stinging blows, striking two every second. She could feel the ropes more than ever as his hand landed near them and as he used his left hand to grip the ropes at her back. After about a minute, her cheeks were burning hot and cold. She was sure her ass was bright red.

He slid the chair back and she half tumbled to the floor as he pushed her down. He pivoted around her and seconds later was guiding his cock into her aching pussy once more. She put her elbows on the ground, her head just beneath his desk, and let his take his pleasure once more.

He grunted then moaned as he poured his seed into her. He didn't stay inside, though, but sat back on the floor and panted. "Come here and I'll untie you." She crawled over to him and turned around. He worked at the knot in the back until she could feel the strands loosen. He unraveled the rope from the top loop and let her finish the rest.

Curious, Rhiannon got up and went to the toilet. In the mirror she saw the red marks where the rope and nipped at her skin. Her ass was a deep red from his spanking, but the rope marks there were more pronounced. She liked the look and snapped a photo with her phone.

When she returned to the living room, he was putting on his clothing. "Normally, I'd invite you to hang out for a bit, but I really must get to these notes before class."

"I have to get going anyway, but thank you." She wanted to ask him if she could see him some other time. She was returning home tomorrow, though, and didn't expect to be back in the city until fall semester. "Do you think you'll need a teaching assistant in September?"

He gave her a smile and said, "We can talk about that later. Send me a list of your classes and your marks so far and let me know what you plan to take next. Perhaps we can work out something." She smiled at his.

She put her clothes back on and got ready to leave. He busied himself on the couch, arranging his work there. When she was ready, he stood up and met her at the door.

In a school-girlish voice she said, "Thank you for the pleasant evening, Professor Kensington. You helped me understand the subject much more."

"Much better, Miss Kelly, much better." He pressed his lips to hers and they shared one last passionate kiss before she went down the stairs and walked to the metro station. She could almost still feel the ropes wrapped around her.

Working Holiday Part Twenty-Four: Teacher's Pet

Read part one here.

Rhiannon Kelly thought herself a good judge of men, but Professor Kensington had her rather perplexed. There were some things on which she scored top marks; for example, his place was resplendent in books. Nonfiction outweighed the fiction by a margin of ten to one but his impressive collection of art books came as a surprise. Doubly surprising was that the walls held no paintings but only a couple of rather old-looking silk and wool shawls hanging on wooden frames, and a few copper ornaments, green with age. She was sure he had photographs of the places he had visited, but there were none to be seen.

The kitchen, although small and with few appliances, proved to be equipped with exquisite knives, well used cutting boards, heavy-duty steel pots and cast iron pans. The fridge was full of fresh vegetables. She thought he would be more the Chinese take-out type.

His liquor cabinet was not stocked with scotch, as she imagined, but bottles of port and numerous varieties of rum. "Come to think of it," she mused aloud, "he does look a bit like a pirate sometimes." The smallest room in the apartment was his office. A small desk held his computer. The rest of the space was filled with shelving, jammed with journals and papers. The largest room was his bedroom. It was not the four-poster Edwardian she imagined (and she had fantasized about his bed often enough as she sat through his lectures), but a thick futon on a heavy frame. The Japanese cabinetry and lanterns threw her for a loop as well.

She was delighted to discover the Jacuzzi in the bathroom. She intended to take a shower, but the tub called to her. She was sure Professor Kensington wouldn't mind coming home to discover his former student soaking there. She turned the faucet, adjusted the water and stripped off her clothes. While she waited, she used the toothbrush from her bag to clean her teeth.

She was disappointed to not find any bath bubbles. She did find a disposable razor beneath the sink, though. While she had shaved that morning, she thought a touch-up was in order. Padding back to the living room, she poured herself a glass of amber rum and returned to the bathroom. She eased into the tub, sliding down to her chin into the blissful warm water.

She sipped the liquor and contemplated her day. "What a day!" she said aloud. Most women would arrive home after a long day at work and whine about how much they hated their jobs and how little they were paid. She managed to do four jobs in one day and made a bundle! Charles had set her up nicely with the video shoot and the bar gig, but the strip club and private party was a bonus! Furthermore, what good fortune to meet a man about whom she had so often fantasized while sitting in his classroom!

She never would have thought Professor Kensington the sort who had friends who hired a stripper, particularly a stripper who provided full service. She couldn't imagine him being the sort to pay for sex. She wondered if he had affairs with his students. She heard enough rumors about other faculty members to know it was not an uncommon practice.

The water was beginning to chill and he had yet to arrive. She quickly soaped up, ran the razor over her pubes and rinsed off. She pulled the plug and grabbed a thick towel from the rack.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She had washed the make up from her face, so, she added a bit of eye-liner, rouge and lipstick. She looked fresh and ready for another fucking.

With the towel wrapped around her, she returned to the living room and poured another shot of rum. She browsed his books again. She was drawn to the art volumes, but a small collection on a bottom shelf caught her eye. She recognized a few of the them, including two volumes from Anaïs Nin, "The Story of O," "Venus in Furs," and some more modern erotic works. Her curiosity was piqued even further.

She went back to the bedroom. Putting the towel on a bench there, she pulled back the covers and slipped in. The mattress was very firm, the sheets were luxurious. "His bed," she thought, "and I'm in it." She wondered what her former classmates would think. Despite the long day, she was too excited to fall asleep.

She heard footsteps on the stair and the door opening. She leaped up and walked quickly to entrance, wearing nothing but a smile. He put his briefcase beside the door and looked her over. It suddenly occurred to her that she should have taken the bag from his hands and gave him a kiss on the cheek like a good little Stepford Wife. Would he have liked that?

She stood there, stark naked, doing her best to look cute. She always felt like a little schoolgirl in his presence. "Well, Miss Kelly, you seem to have made yourself at home." He gave her that big warm smile that would normally have wet her panties. She almost giggled.

He stepped beside her and put his arm around her waist. His face came close but he did not kiss her, instead saying, "I always thought you were a good girl."

Rhiannon was a loss for words. She was sure he was just teasing her, but he sounded so serious. If he made her feel little before, she felt even smaller, now. Her knees were weak beneath his cool gaze. She lowered her eyes; then she lowered her body in submission. She slipped from his arm as she went to her knees ... and proceeded to unbuckle his pants. She pulled out his cock and sucked it into her warm, wet mouth.

"My," he said, placing a large hand on the back of her head, "you are a good girl, indeed." He let her blow him for a few minutes before pulling her to her feet. "Come, let's have a drink."

"I ... I left my glass in your bedroom," she stammered.

"Well, run along and get it then." He gave her ass a slap and she hurried back to the bedroom to retrieve her still full glass of rum. He had already poured himself a double shot of dark liquor. His pants were laying across a chair, but he still wore his boxer shorts. He looked rather comical, but she didn't dare smile.

Seeing that she did not require a refill, he raised his glass to her and she lightly touched his. She looked down at the liquor as she eagerly tipped it toward her lips. "Tsk, tsk! My dear, if you are going to drink a toast, you best do it properly." She stopped and looked puzzled. "When you are with someone else, maintain eye contact as you drink. Let's try that again, shall we?" Their glasses met. "Sláinte!" She gazed into his eyes as she took the drink to her lips. She was feeling a warmth inside her before she even swallowed. "Very good," he said with a wink.

"Do you know where the toast came from?" She shook her head. He looked at the rum while his free hand found its way to her hip. He stroked her bare flank and continued. "There are plenty of scatterbrain theories, but the most popular is that it is a derivation on an offering to the gods." His hand drifted between her legs, cupping her sex in his palm. His fingers played with her lips. "They would hold up the wine, or the blood of some sacrificed animal, or worse, and offer it so." He held the glass aloft and gazed off into the distance. "Why the devil we clink glasses, no one really knows."

He had one finger deep inside her, but he was not moving it, just holding it there. "Sorry to bore you with such trivia. So, tell me, how long have you been dancing for a living?" She was so busy concentrating on the hand between her legs that she nearly missed the question.

"Oh, I, uh, only started tonight."

"Nonsense," he said with a scowl.

"Really! I was ..." How should she put this? "I was doing a waitress job at a club today and they asked me if I wanted to dance. I'd never done that, but I thought I'd try it." This whole week was full of firsts, she thought. "I wasn't sure if I'd be any good but I was really happy that they asked me." She was babbling. He stood there as nonchalantly as he did in his classroom, but he had his finger poking up into her pussy. "I did OK because then they asked me if I wanted to do this party ... and I said yes."

"Did you know what we wanted?" She looked down demurely and nodded. "You've done that before? Have sex with a lot of men, I mean?"

She nodded again. After a moment, she swallowed and whispered "I'm a slut."

"Yes, I suppose you are. Aren't you?" He pulled out the finger from her and held it near her face; it glistened with her dew. She took hold of his hand and, looking him right in his eye, drew it to her mouth where she licked the digit that had just vacated her body. "I like sluts," he said quietly. She closed her eyes, wrapped her lips around his finger, and worked up and down just as she had done with his cock.

Setting his glass on the cabinet, he put his hand between her legs again and pulled her close to kiss her. She wondered if he could taste her juices on her lips. His mouth devoured hers as his fingers snaked inside her. She spread her legs more and held her arms out in an effort to steady herself and not spill her drink. He pushed her until she bent backwards, supporting her with a hand in the middle of her back.

He pulled her upright, turned her around and made her bend over. She had the good sense to put the glass down because a moment later she felt his hard dick slide straight home into her pussy. He held her hips and rammed into her mercilessly. Just as suddenly, he stopped. He turned her around again and pushed his cock toward her face. She grabbed it with both hands and started sucking.

She was worried he was ready to cum, but he let her suck him only a few minutes before pulling her to her feet again. He walked over to the music system and asked her what type of music she liked. She wasn't sure how to reply. If she picked something he didn't like ... "Oh, please put on something you like, sir. I was wondering what sort of music you listened to." Tentatively, she took a seat on the couch.

"You know, now that we are, uh, better acquainted, you can call me Max."

"I like calling you Professor ... and I like when you treat me like a, uh, student." She was about to say "little girl," but thought better of it. She gazed up at him, "It ... turns me on." He smiled at this and turned back to the stereo. The sound that issued forth was an ethereal trance rhythm. She was expecting jazz or something classical. Another surprise.

He sat down next to her on the couch. "I wasn't sure if you'd be here when I got home. I wondered if you'd turn tail."

"What? And miss a chance to check out your place? I've never been to a faculty member's home and I always wondered what yours looked like."

"So you're not a Tweed jacket groupie?" When he explained what he meant, she asked if that was a real thing. "I doubt there are girls who choose their classes based on their chances with the teacher, but there are certainly some who seek better grades through, uh, mutually beneficial arrangements. The Tweed jacket groupie spends her academic days, or evenings, trying to bed as many faculty as she can. There are all sorts of interesting fetishes in our world."

She told him that she admired his art books then admitted that she found his erotica section. He asked if she had read any of them. "Yeah, I've read parts of a few of them, but they're too tame. If I want something to turn me on, I prefer watching porn."

"What kind of porn do you like?"

"Hardcore. I don't want any stories, just show me people fucking."

"Speaking of people fucking," he started. He set down his drink and pushed her back on the couch. She opened her legs for him and he started licking her. He only did so to get her wet because moments later he mounted her, his hard cock gliding right back inside her. She lifted her face and kissed him.

As he pumped in and out, she hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt. He shifted from one arm to the other to pull it off completely. Now she could hold his bare chest next to hers. She was disappointed when he stopped and got up. "I want to fuck that pretty face again." He turned her around on the couch so her head hung over the edge. He straddled her and lowered his cock into her eager mouth.

He forced his cock between her lips, taking shallow strokes at first, then venturing deeper. Rhiannon made choking sounds, but didn't try to stop him. In fact, she reached around and pulled him closer to urge him deeper. While she was no deep throat expert, she was pretty good at it and wanted to see how much she could take. The head of his cock was pushing right into her throat, cutting off her air with every stroke. She tried to breath through her nose on every upstroke.

When he was done, her eyes were watering from the effort, tears streaking across her forehead to her hair. He pulled his cock out, leaving a glistening strand of saliva between his dick and her lips. He shifted slightly, positioning his balls above her mouth. They were too hairy for her liking, but she sucked them eagerly, trying hard to get two in her mouth at the same time.

He spun her around then and fucked her pussy once more. He started by holding her shoulders, but was soon grabbing her tits in each hand. Rhiannon arched her back in pleasure. He pinched her nipples, first playfully, then harder and harder until she moaned aloud.

After a few minutes, he slumped back on the couch and let out a long sigh while she tried to sit up and gather her wits. Getting fucked hard always gave her a euphoric high. After a moment, he stood; then reaching down, he took her hand and pulled her up. He turned off the stereo and, still holding her hand, led her down the hallway.

Rhiannon felt almost giddy. She was walking hand in hand with her professor. She was walking hand in hand with her professor and both of them were naked. She imagined them walking through the halls of the university.

"Ah, you have indeed made yourself at home," he said, seeing the crumpled bed covers. He lay down and she joined him. They kissed deeply and Rhiannon felt herself getting even wetter. "You are quite a good little cocksucker, Miss Kelly." She grinned. Taking the hint, she slipped downward and did her best to impress him further with her technique.

She was trying all her tricks on him. Using just her mouth, using one hand on his shaft an the other on his balls, sucking the tip while stroking with two hands, everything she could think of. He spun her around so they could do sixty-nine. While his cock was buried in her throat, his tongue was probing her pussy. She didn't care much for this position, but if it made him happy, she was happy.

He rolled her over onto her back and pushed his cock inside again. "You know, I like your mouth, but I like your pussy, too." He fucked her slowly for a few minutes, just enjoying riding her. "Are you into rope play?" Rhiannon wasn't exactly sure what he meant. "You know, getting tied up."

"Well, I've been handcuffed a few times, but no ropes."

"You liked the handcuffs?"

"Yeah. I was handcuffed to the top of the bed and couldn't really move. I felt helpless and he just fucked me."

"Well, I think you'll like being tied up, then." He fucked her hard and Rhiannon held on to him, knowing she would soon be unable to do so. He pulled out with some reluctance, then went to the closet. She lay there, just watching him, her legs still spread.

When he turned around he had a coil of black rope. As he stretched it out to its full length, he gestured for her to sit up. "Put your hands behind your back and grab your elbows." He wrapped the rope around her forearms. It was not tight; she thought it would be very easy to slip out. He took the rope and looped it once around the top of her chest, over her arms. He did something behind her and the rope came around for another loop in the same spot. With a shrug, she could have slipped from this part of the bond as well.

He next pushed the rope beneath her armpits on each side and around the rope there. This pulled it slightly tighter. With some small degree of alarm, she realized that this prevented her from shrugging off the loop wrapped around her chest. From the back, he made another two loops around her body, this time below her breasts, pinning her arms once again to her side. He guided the rope between her side and her arm, the same way he did with the earlier strand. A gentle pull and her arms were effectively locked at her sides. She realized she could no longer slip her hands from the initial loop.

The rope came over her shoulder now, making one wrap around the original loop and then down to the bottom loop. He brought it back over her other shoulder after making one more wrap about that upper loop. The result looked like a badly designed bra with braids of rope circling her breasts.

"How does that feel?" he asked. She tested her bonds. She could move her arms only a little, but they were otherwise immobile. She could move her hands, but they were held fast behind her back.

"I thought you were just going to tie me to the bed."

"This takes more time, but it's more fun, don't you think?" He had that big smile on his face. He put his hand firmly on her shoulder and pushed her sideways. She went to hold out her arms to catch herself, but they were pinned. With a very unfeminine grunt, she fell sideways onto the futon.

Still smiling, he straddled one of her legs and guided his cock into her. He held her shoulder and other knee for leverage as he thrust hard. Although she could move her legs, she was pretty much pinned. She was his to with as he wanted and right now he was giving her a good fucking.

He stopped and knelt back on his heels, his glistening cock standing at attention in his lap. "Come here, cocksucker." She struggled to get upright then hobbled to him on her knees. She bent down and sucked him. She was frustrated being unable to use her arms for support or her hands for stroking his dick. He helped by thrusting with his hips. She was starting to get the hang of it. He stopped and put his hands under her. She thought he was going to lift her up or support her, but his hands went to her breasts. He pinched her nipples so hard she squealed. "Keep sucking," he demanded. She tried to drive his cock down her throat but she was in the wrong position.

He raised her head and looked at her briefly. He then moved behind her and took her doggy style. Unable to support herself, she tried to keep her head up, but soon found herself face down in the sheets, held up by her shoulders, ass in the air. Now he grabbed the bundle of knots at her back for leverage. The ropes pulled tight on her arms but the many strands kept them from biting into her skin too hard. The result was that she felt both helpless and supported.

The Professor pushed her forward until she lay flat out. He was now on top of her and she could feel his stomach and sides with her hands. The sensation was surreal to her. He slowed too soon, however, and rolled off her to lay on his back.

"Sit up and let me look at you," he commanded. She rolled to her side and struggled upright once more. She sat cross legged, leaning slightly forward. Her hair was all in her face and the only thing she could do to push it away was to blow on it. "Do you want some more rum?" She said she did. "OK, go get our glasses and bring the bottle here."

"But ..." she began.

"Go on!" He emphasized the order by giving her a push. She fell over backwards and had to roll to her side again. She got her feet on the floor and stood up.

The lights were still on in the living-room. The two glasses were on the coffee table. She turned around and knelt down to take one in each hand. At the liquor cabinet, she eyed the bottle. It wasn't a big bottle, but it was glass and more than half full. It was too heavy to carry in her teeth. She thought about trying to slip it through her ropes and hit on another idea instead.

She set down one of the glasses and used that hand to pick up the bottle. Then, turning around, she bent over and took the other glass with her lips. "I'm glad we were doing shots and not Margaritas," she thought as she made her way back to the bedroom.

She put the glass down on the side table and then the bottle and remaining glass. He looked at her expectantly. "You don't expect me to pour, do you?" She looked sideways at him then tried to shrug her shoulders. She turned and grabbed the bottle by the neck. It had a cork stopper instead of a twist top. It was pushed in only slightly so she was able to pop it off with her thumb. The stopper dropped on the floor somewhere.

She touched the glass with her other hand then moved until she felt the bottle touch it. Carefully, she leaned sideways and tipped her hand until the liquor flowed out. She estimated the amount of pour then straightened and turned to look. The glass was nearly full, but she had not spilled it. She repeated the trick with the other glass, able to fill it half way this time. She was quite proud of her accomplishment.

Kensington was also pleased, giving her the same look he gave a student who made a good point during class. He held out a hand, not to shake hers, obviously, but as if she was going to hand him one of the glasses. She bent and took the half full glass in her lips. She bent and offered it to him. "Thank you, Miss Kelly. Bonus points for ingenuity and creativity." She couldn't help but grin at this.

He held the glass to his lips and waited. "Well, go on, girl." She looked at the nearly full glass. She did the only thing she could do. She knelt down and sipped from the top. Once she had taken a few sips, though, she couldn't get at the rest without upsetting it. He sat beside her and watched her struggle. She tried to use her tongue to lap it it, but all she could get was an infuriating taste. "Need some help, do you?"

He was reaching for the glass when he changed his mind and stood. Reaching for the glass again, he dipped the head of his semi-hard penis into the liquor. "Here." His penis was mere inches from her face. She bend a bit lower and took the end into her mouth. It was soft, wet, and slightly cool to her hot mouth. She used her lips on it, sucking gently. Her attentions soon had it sticking straight out where she could suck it properly, as proper as she could without the aid of her arms and hands. He dipped his head into the glass once more, with some degree of difficulty, and offered her another taste.

"Good girl," he said. He picked up the glass and tipped a bit into her mouth. Before she could swallow, his lips were pressed against hers and they kissed passionately. Rhiannon was more frustrated than ever not to be able to use her hands. She wanted to grab hold of him and pull him to her, to put his hands on her breasts, to put her own hands into his hair.

As they kissed, he pulled her to her feet. Her body was pressed against his but her hands were helpless to hold him. Without warning, he pushed her back on the futon. She tried to catch herself with her knee, but he pushed again and she fell on her back. He was upon her then, between her legs and guiding his cock into her. She spread her legs, it was the only thing she could do.

He slid in and fucked her hard. She clutched at the sheets with her bound hands, in agony at not being able to claw at his back, and he continued to violate her. His body pressed down on hers. She raised her head toward his and he kissed her once more, ramming his tongue into her just as his cock did.

She came. The mistreatment and helplessness had been building up inside her was suddenly released in a great swell of orgasmic sensations. She moaned loudly, almost crying out as she pleasure overcame her senses. He was still on top of her, holding her shoulders tightly as he jack-hammered into her.

Panting, he stopped and lay back against the cushions. She felt like a pile of rags. She lay there for a moment, gathering her wits, then rolled to her side. He had slumped down onto his back. His cock was still plenty hard. She crawled over to him and began licking it; not sucking it this time, just licking. She could taste her juices on him.

"Climb up here," he said. She rose up, turned to face him and carefully she drew one leg over to straddle his body. She didn't think she could get him inside unaided, so she pressed her pussy lips down against his cock to make him excited. She could feel her juices mixing with the saliva she left on his cock. Her plan worked. He reached between her legs and provided a steady target on to which she lowered herself.

She sighed as his cock pushed up into her. She bit her lower lip and looked down at him with a smile. He responded by cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. This supported her enough that she was able to lean forward and slide up and down more easily. She could feel his hairy balls on her ass cheeks as she rocked her hips. What was better was that she could feel him move around inside her.

Wanting more leverage, she pulled her feet under her hips to squat. She gingerly raised herself up and dropped down hard, pounding him deep inside her. Once she had the right motion, she increased her rhythm and fucked him hard. He put his hands on her shoulders to help steady her. "Oh yeah, that's good," he said, looking into her eyes.

Unused to that position, she soon tired. He had her put her legs back and pulled her head down next to his. "Let me just fuck you for a bit," he said. He put his hands on her shoulders and started rocking his hips up and down, going in and out of her. He wasn't as deep as he was before, but the motion was delightful and she liked being held against his strong chest this way. The ropes added a bit of spiciness to the experience. She pressed her lips to his and fed him her tongue.

His hands went from her shoulders to folded elbows and then to her hands. He then reach down and squeezed her ass cheeks as he thrust in and out. When he found his way to her asshole, he massaged it gently and slowly pushed one finger into her. Rhiannon responded with an encouraging moan. He picked up the pace. He was thrusting so hard that she could feel his balls hit her. When he finally slowed to a stop, she whispered, "Do you want to fuck my ass?"

"You want me to fuck your ass?" he murmured back.

She nodded. "Yeah, anything you want, Professor Kensington." She liked calling him that.

He gave her a quick kiss then gently rolled her off him. She didn't like the void he left inside her, but she knew she would be filled again soon. She put her shoulders on the sheets and bent her knees so her ass was high and inviting. He reached over to the small side table and picked up a tube of lubricant. He was well prepared. Putting a bit on the end of a finger, he reached over and played with her asshole. His finger slid in easily, as she knew it would. He worked it in and out for a bit, then added a second finger. Rhiannon closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure.

He leaned in to her ear and whispered "You want my cock in there, do you Miss Kelly?"

"Uh-huh," she whispered back. His two fingers were all the way in, now. He rotated them and slid them in and out. He moved behind her and applied lube to his cock with his free hand. When the fingers came out, she could feel the broad soft tip of his penis pressing against her sphincter. She pushed and it opened to let him in. As the tapered head slid in, she could almost picture his shaft sliding into her ass as she knelt there like an offering. He patiently pushed forward until his balls grazed her pussy lips and his pelvis pressed in on her ass cheeks. "Oh, yeah," she moaned.

She brushed the hair from her cheek and said, "Where's my cock, Miss Kelly?"

"In my ass, Professor Kensington," she replied formally. "It feels so good," she added after a moment. He withdrew a tiny amount and pushed back in. Rhiannon squirmed. He pulled out a bit more and pushed back in again. She felt deliciously stretched out. "Fuck my ass, sir," she implored. He started going in and out with purpose, pulling most of the way out and shoving back into her rectum. "Oh my god!" she moaned.

She wanted desperately to reach beneath herself so she could play with her clit. She thought how she would work her magic on the little pink bud as she thought about the cock thrusting in and out, violating her ass. She would work her fingers in and out of her pussy while thumbing her clit to bring herself off. She let out another loud moan as the orgasm rocked her. She felt it coming on yet it still took her by surprise.

He grabbed the knots on her back tightly to hold her firm while he continued his assault. He pushed her down, laying her flat. Her fingers could now touch his stomach again. With his legs on either side of hers, she was effectively pinned beneath him. She could feel the rocking of his hips against her ass cheeks and the thrusting of his hard cock in her rectum. His mouth was right beside her ear and his hot breath fell upon her cheek. When he took her earlobe into his mouth and bit, she came again in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Cum," she said, "Cum inside me. I want your cum inside me." She felt him reach down and hold one hand against her empty pussy. She wished he would play with her clit, but he just held his hand there, one finger in her pussy.

His rhythm changed, slowed. "Oh," he said, huskily, "I'm cumming. Oh, yeah, I'm cumming." Rhiannon could imagine his cock spewing jets of white sticky semen into her bowels. "Oh, yeah!" he repeated. She knew he had finished, but he continued to thrust in and out, ever so slowly. She squeezed her ass to feel if his cock had yet to subside. He was still hard.

He pulled his arms from beneath her and supported his weight on his elbows. His cock continued to throb in her ass. She continued to give it a squeeze now and then to test its turgidity. "Mmmm," he said, softly. "You should have asked for help during the year, we could have done this sooner."

"Would you have given me better marks?"

"Goodness no, but I would have made sure you learned everything. I have tutored a few students in my career."' She liked the idea of being tutored by him. She imagined coming to his home with her books and papers, sitting at the couch and reviewing material, then fucking like two wild animals.

He stirred, raising himself up. His cock oozed out her ass and left her wanting. He got to his knees and then stood up to walk to the toilet. She just lay on her stomach, thinking about the life he excreted into her moments ago. The soft sheets felt good on the hard bed and she didn't want to move. When he returned, he stroked her buttocks and loosened the knots.

It took a few minutes to get the ropes off. When her arms were free, the first thing she did was wrapped her arms around him and kiss him. It felt so good to squeeze him finally! When she went to the toilet, she could see the marks the rope had left on her. She regretted not checking herself out in the mirror when she was still tied up.

She returned to find Professor Kengsington stretched out on his back, arms folded behind his head. She climbed in and snuggled next to him, putting her head on his shoulder. He responded by wrapping that arm around her and pressing his lips to the top her head. Her hand drifted down his chest, over his stomach, finally resting on that gland she enjoyed so much. She held it lightly in her hand. She drifted off to sleep as she wondered when it would impale her once more.