Sandra's Homework Solution

"Strip completely first," he spoke without sentiment; he might have asked her for a paper clip in the same tone of voice. She obeyed, undressing slowly and then faced him standing completely naked, modestly attempting to cover her breasts and vagina. Their eyes met and without anything being said, she moved her hands to her sides.

"Do I get across your lap now, sir?" He just smiled, the blue eyes scanning her body. She didn't move and waited, while he rubbing his chin, considered her body like a connoisseur studying a priceless painting.

"There's no hurry dear, is my scrutiny of your anatomy discomforting?"

"No sir, I have a strange sense of belonging enjoyment now."

"You don't belong to me dear."

"That's not what I meant, it's more like belonging or having been initiated into a fraternity or something like that."

He motioned for her to lie across his lap and then massaged her fleshy buttocks for a few minutes. He stopped with one hand and reached for the implement of homework correction. She turned her head, seeking reassurance in his eyes. He smiled reverently while caressing her flesh.

"I'm ready sir, however many you feel I need." He fitted his semi-hard penis between her thighs. She squeezed her thighs around it, moaning softly.

"Whenever you're ready dear just say, one."

She swallowed hard and tried to relax her body. "One sir."

He brought the leather down hard making her cry out mournfully. He caressed her flesh with his free hand while sliding the lash back and forth on the back of her thighs, as he waited for her to speak. She took several deep breaths and turned her head looking in his patient blue eyes.

"Whenever you're ready dear take your time." She bit her lip.

"Two, sir." She cried out, tightening every muscle in her body as the lash found its mark. She could feel his penis hardening between her thighs as he massaged her cheeks again. She wondered if she should just count out the numbers quickly and get it over with. Then she found herself rocking her pelvis ever so slightly and squeezing her thighs around his penis in time with an insatiable craving throbbing in her crotch.

She suddenly realized that she was the one leading him on but she couldn't help herself; the feeling in her crotch was overpowering. The lash would stop it; she would count them all out. "Three sir," whack! "Four sir" whack! The lashes only intensified the craving; she squirmed and twisted spasmodically on his lap moaning loudly. What was happening to her? The more pain he inflicted on her buttocks the hotter the feeling in her vagina. The last two would extinguish the fire she was sure of that. "Five sir, ooooh six sir. Ooooh no I can't stand it any more." Her pelvis was moving like a jackhammer.

"Well my dear that is it we are finished you can get up now." She was beside herself with lust and got to her feet in a flash, straddling him on the chair. She grasped his penis and tried to impale herself. "Whoa, young lady not so fast; you want to get pregnant?"

"We'll do like before." She pleaded.

"There could still be sperm present my dear from before, so we'll do this differently. Get up." She was stunned; he was a man, they always wanted it. He led her to the table, lifting her up on it. She threw her arms and legs around him kissing him passionately. He returned her kisses for a moment and then pushed her back until she was lying on the table with her legs around his waist. He dropped to his knees and dove into her throbbing vagina. She threw her legs around his back, screaming out loud as his tongue found her clit and then entered her vagina. Her entire body became a pulsating, twisting jerking and shaking machine as his tongue electrified her senses. She grasped his head and jerked it into her crotch repeatedly; her thighs pummeled his ears while her heels pounded his back.

A trickle began somewhere in her body, flooding to every extremity and then back to a spot centered in her vagina, releasing a fluid that rushed onto the tongue twirling there and then into his mouth. Some of that stream must have entered her bloodstream, she thought. Because it reached her brain giving her a dizzying high that she wanted to stay on forever.

All good things end sooner or later. He got up and sitting up on the table, she threw her arms around him kissing him gratefully. She tasted her own cum in his mouth but she could care less. He had brought her to an orgasm that no amount of masturbation could equal. "What about you sir? You're hard down there."

"Well dear it will take longer than the last time, but if you're' up to it? She slid down his body to her knees then looking up in his blue eyes kissed and swallowed his knob, before sucking on it gently. He held her head with both hands, finding a rhythm as she fondled his testicles and jerked the shaft as before.

She glowed inside with a warm contentment that she'd never felt before. The explosive climax his tongue had provided lingered in her brain transmitting pleasurable tingling sensations throughout her nervous system, titillating every part of her body. What had been a sickening sight in a porn flick in her past, now became an irresistible desire to return the passion and gratify her disciplinarian lover. The throbbing object in her mouth and hand became a singular idol to be cherished and then coaxed into exploding its salty discharge deep into her throat; returning the rousing sensation to the mentor who had opened the doors to her first sexual encounter and initiating her into a world she had only been able to day dreamed about.

He began to groan and increased the pressure on the back of her head forcing his object deeper in to her mouth. She gagged for a second, just as the first load exploded into her mouth; she jerked back to regain her breath and received the largest part of his load splattering over her face. She quickly swallowed him again, pumping and sucking until he slowed and stopped moaning.

He helped her up smiling at her semen drenched face. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I couldn't help it."

"You were perfect dear, no need to apologize." He picked some tissues out of a box and was about to clean her face.

"No please sir, I was supposed to..." She was still in a trance like state and could only think that it was her responsibility to please this man exactly as he had asked. Taken his little finger she wiped her cheek and then carefully licked the semen of his finger. She closed her eyes as he wiped the remaining spots, relishing the attention and then the salty taste as he fed her the rest. She opened and closed her yes and dreamily kissed his lips hugging him tightly. She never wanted the feeling to end, fearing that this would probably never happen again.

He woke her out of her reverie "There's a bathroom back here; you can clean up now. I'll be at my desk."

He was busy with papers when she came out completely naked. She stood quietly in front of the desk and watched him.

"He looked up at her in a business like manner. She tried to get lost in the blue but the hypnotizing probing was gone. "Oh, you can get dressed now dear." She did slowly, reluctantly and methodically after which she sat on the chair.

"Well dear, you better be on your way then; until the next time, if necessary that's is."

"Good night sir." she rose opening the office door.

"Good night young lady, be careful in the dark out there."

"I will sir," she took a last snapshot of his blue eyes and closed the door behind her.

She walked thought the campus grounds with pains in her buttocks and a pleasant sensation rushing through her veins centered in her vagina, plus a new outlook on life.

Would she be able to study now? She shook her head at that ridiculous thought, gradually maybe, provided she could continue her therapy sessions.

The End

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