Alex stood on the steps of the front door, her heart thumping like a teenager on a first date.
"Christ, this is stupid." Alex berated herself. She was 19 years old, and old enough to do what she wanted to do without anyone telling otherwise.
And yet, Richard, her tutor, was well over twice her age. She also knew that once she rang that doorbell and stepped inside, then she was offering herself on a plate to a dirty old man who fucked like a rhino.
She thought back five days to that private tutorial session, when she had almost thrown herself over his knees so he could spank her naked bottom. And the sex – his cock in her mouth and then from behind as she lay bent over on the table.
She moaned to herself and squeezed her thighs together. It had all been so fast and yet so right, so wonderfully dirty.
Two days after that when she had received back her last assignment, (with an improved mark she noted) taped inside was a scrap of lined paper with a scribbled note.
"Saturday. Dinner at 7:30. 24 Wishburne Drive. R. x."
It wasn't an invitation- it was a bloody summons. She loved it, and that Saturday afternoon she had taken particular care over her outfit.
Firstly, a session with the razor to remove all traces of hair below the neck, and some lotion to soften the skin over the mons. She couldn't help running a finger through the moistening slit as she remembered his fat cock at her entrance.
This was followed by a bath with ylang ylang oil to give her that "Touch me, fuck me" skin.
And then the outfit.
"Mmmm," she pondered, "nothing with too many zips or buttons, but not so short that I look like a slut – this time at least!"
She settled on a mid thigh length black dress with a scoop neck front, and an even more scooped back. Slip off the thin shoulder straps, and gravity would do the rest. Bra and knickers were considered, and immediately discarded. She was getting sex, and she didn't need any seduction kit to ensure that. A black pair of high heels completed the look. High enough to accentuate her legs – not so high that she was in danger of twisting an ankle.
Meanwhile, Richard was busy in the kitchen. Alex's return note of "why not?" had said it all. He hummed happily to himself as he checked the preparations.
When the door bell rang, he poured two glasses of wine, and left them in the living room on his way to the front door.
He opened the door, and stopped as he drank in the sight of the beauty in front of him. She was elegant, and sexy, and yet looked vulnerable and defenseless. He wasn't sure whether to eat her – or tuck her up in bed.
Richard smiled and raised his eyebrows in greeting, stepping back to allow Alex into the hallway. She smiled back, and brushed past him – letting her perfume drift under his nose. White musk – she wasn't holding back tonight.
In the living room he handed her a goblet of cold Chablis – the glass misted with condensation.
"To your continuing education." Richard toasted her.
"And to my thoughtful teacher." Alex smiled back.
At dinner they talked much, but said little. The words were about past lives, parents, hopes. The real communication was in the glances and brief touches; her foot brushing his leg, his hand on her bare shoulder as he moved behind her to fetch some more wine.
Every time she put some food in her mouth, Richard could have sworn Alex was fellating it. Every time Richard looked at her mock sternly, Alex's bottom felt the warmth of his spanking.
Eventually, the dinner was finished, and the last of the wine emptied into the glasses.
There was a pause in the conversation, and the silence stroked them like velvet.
Richard stood, and moved to the other side of the table – standing beside Alex.
She looked up at him, knowing what was going to happen next, longing for it, but captured by the need to wait for his lead, her master's command.
He reached down and took her hand, gently pulling her out of her seat. She tilted back her head and closed her eyes in submission as he gently kissed her full soft lips.
"Shall we continue your lesson?" He whispered
"Oh yes sir, please sir. I'll be a very good pupil."
He took her then by the hand, and led her down the corridor to the bedroom. The room was lit by dozens of candles, and the scent of a joss stick filled the air. On the bed were some scarves, and a pillow placed in the centre.
Richard held her head gently in his hands, and kissed her, more deeply and firmly. She felt her insides melt, and her sex moisten with desire.
"Do you trust me?" Richard's voice was hoarse with tension,
As Alex looked up she could see his need in his eyes. She stared straight back.
"Yes sir, I do. I am your pupil to do with as you wish."
Richard closed his eyes and breathed a prayer of thanks for this wonderful girl.
Silently, he took the dress straps and slipped them along and down her shoulders. Without any hesitation, Alex shrugged the material off her body, feeling the fabric slide over her aroused skin. She stood, naked; her arms by her side, letting this man inspect her.
