***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***
At the end of a long week, I opened up my email to find a message in my inbox with the subject "Feedback." I clicked it open. It was from someone who called themselves "DeLuxious."
In the message, DeLuxious introduced herself as an admirer of my erotic short stories. She said she was an English and art major, and she wanted to know if I could help her with a story she was writing for one of her classes. I had never thought of myself as a tutor, much less an accomplished wordsmith, but I didn't see any harm in it.
Coincidentally, the university she said she attended was less than an hour away from me. I replied to her message, telling her I'd be happy to help out with her story this Saturday and that we could do it online or in person. She responded with the address to her apartment.
The next day I made the drive to her place. I knocked on the door, excited to meet this heretofore anonymous admirer. After a few seconds, the door opened.
I was greeted by a dude. He looked nice enough, but I could've sworn I had been talking to a woman. Maybe it was wishful thinking and I read what I wanted to.
He must have seen the disappointment on my face because he smiled and said, "I'm not who you're looking for, am I?"
"Oh, uh," I stammered, "To be honest, I'm not exactly sure who I'm looking for. Were you looking for help on your story?"
"Ah, you're the tutor," he said. "No, I'm just a friend of hers. I was just leaving." He looked back over his shoulder and announced, "Your tutor is here..."
"Let him in," a female voice responded from deep within the apartment.
The man stepped out of the doorway and waved me in. As he left, he said with a hint of sarcasm, "Enjoy your...study session."
I nodded, said thanks, and turned my back to the door as he shut it. I scanned the living room and kitchen, looking for my...student. No one was there.
Then the voice called out again from a room down the hall, "You can come back..."
I ventured to the room the voice had come from. The door was open just a crack, and when I pushed it open the room was so dark that it took my eyes a few moments to adjust.
It was a windowless room lit only by some candles on small tables scattered around the its edge. The heavy aroma was almost overpowering at first, but it became sweeter and more pleasing the longer I breathed it in. On my right, there was a television and video game console. Shelves stacked with books and knick-knacks lined the wall directly across from me. A large, plush bean bag lay in the center of the room. Against the wall to my left, there was a long, black sofa with thick cushions.
She was sitting on the couch, reclining against one of the thick armrests with her legs tucked underneath her. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but I was...pleased with what I found. Very pleased.
The first thing I noticed was her big, adorable eyes. They were excited as if anticipating a sweet surprise. Her long eyelashes fluttered over bright blue-green irises. Her thick reddish-brown hair was up in pigtails and a tiny ring pierced her delicate nose.
She wore a tight pink tank top that showed off her flat midriff. Her protruding nipples betrayed the absence of a bra to support her perky tits. She wore a light sea-green skirt that barely came down to her upper thighs. The thin, salmon-colored straps of her underwear rose from underneath her skirt to hug her hips. Her fair skin was covered in strange tattoos.
The combined effect of all this charged my imagination with lustful thoughts. I wondered what those big, beautiful eyes would look like rolled back into her skull as she shook with pleasure wrapped around my cock.
"Hello, Professor," she said sultrily, shaking me from my daze.
"Hello, uh...DeLuxious," I replied.
She giggled. "Lux is fine."
"Come have a seat," she said, patting the cushion next to her. I complied.
"So," I said to break the ice, "How's the story coming?"
"Eh," she shrugged, "Not as good as yours. I'm curious...are they true stories?"
"Not really," I answered. "I guess you could say some of them are 'inspired' by real events, but most of it is made up."
"Oh," she said, slightly disappointed. "Well, you should try some of them sometime. They seem like a lot of fun."
"Yeah, I'd like to. But, you know, you gotta find the right person to do some of those things with."
"So, if you found the right person you'd do them?"
"Yeah," I confirmed. "I don't write about anything I wouldn't be willing to try."
"Good," she said with a smirk. "What do you think of my painting?" She said, pointing to the wall opposite where she sat.
I looked away from her, scanning the wall to find what she was pointing at. I didn't see anything.
Then I felt a sliver of cold, hard steel against my neck. Slowly I turned my head to look at Lux. An evil smile spread across her adorable lips as she held the long blade to my jugular. Holding it there, she climbed to her knees and leaned in to press her lips against my ear.
"You can stop me anytime," she whispered. "The safe word is 'raven.'"
I could have said it right then and there, could have stopped this whole thing before it even started. But I didn't. The feeling of being at the mercy of a drop-dead gorgeous stranger was intoxicating. Of all the things I thought about saying at that moment, "raven" wasn't even on the list.
The blade remained pressed to my neck as Lux ran her tongue over my ear. She took the lobe between her lips and sucked. Then she whispered, "Kiss me, Professor."
I turned my head and she hungrily pressed her lips against mine. There were no soft pecks gradually building up to something more passionate. Her tongue was instantly down my throat, dancing around mine as she moaned.
With her free hand, she took mine and pressed it against her mound underneath her skirt. The lace fabric was damp as my fingers massaged and explored. They traveled to the backside and I was surprised when, instead of finding a rubbery asshole, my fingertips touched the cold, hard handle of a butt plug.
Lux broke our kiss and softly ordered, "Stand up."
I did and she followed, keeping the knife pressed to my neck.
"On the bean bag," she continued.
We walked slowly together to the center of the room. She turned me around and the knife followed my throat as I sat back into the bag.
"Now," she said as she straddled me and waved the blade in front of my face, "Don't forget I have this."
She walked her knees up to straddle my head. She pulled the front of her thong to the side under her skirt to reveal a beautiful, shaved, damp pussy. Her hanging labia waved as she shifted, then lowered to my waiting mouth. I took them between my lips and sucked, at the same time bringing my hands up to her plump ass.
I feasted on Lux's wet cunt as she lightly drug the tip of the blade across the top of my head. She did so deliberately at first but lost interest as I tongued her protruding clit. She ground her mound hard into my face as I sucked and nibbled on the hard button. My fingers found the handle of her butt plug and I pulled on it ever so slightly. She bucked and gasped, so I did it again.
As I repeated this she seemed to have forgotten all about the knife. This was my chance. I sucked her clit hard and toyed with her plug for a few more seconds then, in a flash, I grabbed her thighs and flipped us to the side.
We rolled off the bean bag and she landed on her back, the knife flying out of reach. I pushed myself up and grabbed her wrists. She fought, but I was able to hold them above her head against the ground with one hand while I fished my cock out of my pants with the other.
My raging erection exposed, I pulled her panties to the side and, still holding her wrists, sank deep into her waiting pussy.
"Uhhh...," she moaned as her wet hole wrapped around my shaft. "What are you doing to me, Professor?"
"What does it look like?" I replied harshly. "Tutoring..."
I thrust hard, then again, eliciting a squeak from her each time. I let go of her wrist to support myself with both arms. Her hands ran up under the back of my shirt and she sunk her long nails into my skin.
Her scratching sent waves of pain and pleasure simultaneously through my nerves. My testicles smacked against her butt plug with each thrust. Lux's grunts and moans were muffled as she sank her teeth into the soft flesh of my neck. I hissed through gritted teeth, amazed at how much I loved the pain.
But it was time to teach this bratty student a lesson. I wrestled away from her nails and teeth and pulled my cock free. I took a pigtail in each hand and turned her head, forcing her body to follow. I moved to the side, still gripping and turning until she was on her stomach.
I leaped on top of her, straddled her facing her feet, and sat my full weight on the small of her back. I ripped off my shirt. Then I pushed her skirt and underwear down her thighs and was greeted by the sight of her butt plug, glittering in the shape of a butterfly. I grasped it between my fingers and pulled slowly, loving the sight of her asshole widening around the bulb and then contracting as it broke free.
I quickly spun around again, placing one hand on her back to hold her in place and using the other to lubricate my cock with my saliva. I lined my erection up with her freshly-vacated anus and pressed the tip against it. I slowly pushed my hips forward. Her asshole received me with surprisingly little resistance and she moaned as my cock burrowed deep into her canal.
Full planted inside her, I laid my torso onto her back. I wrapped a hand around her feminine neck and supported myself with the other. Then my hips went to work.
Her asshole was warm and slick around my shaft as I pounded her. She gurgled and gasped as she choked against my grip on her throat. Her hands reached behind her to sink her fingernails into the flesh of my ass. She was trembling, violently. I released the pressure on her neck to see if she was trying to say the safe word.
With a raspy voice, Lux pleaded, "Don't stop." My hand clamped down again and I pounded my cock into her asshole furiously as her fingers burrowed into my flesh. Her eyes bulged, her lips trembled, and spit dribbled down the side of her mouth onto the carpet below.
Finally, she gurgled a long "ughnnn..." sound as I felt her sphincter twitch around my cock. I pounded again, this time slow but hard. Once. Twice. Three times.
On the fourth, my balls emptied themselves into the void of Lux's asshole. I groaned as my cock spasmed inside of her, spilling a seemingly non-stop stream of cum into her receptive backside.
When I had spent myself, I collapsed onto her and removed my hand from her throat. I rolled us over onto our sides, my cock still impaling her rubbery hole. I wrapped an arm around her and held her close as we both shook, sweat streaming from our bodies as we panted.
When she was finally able to form sentences again, Lux croaked, "Thank you for my first lesson, Professor."
I smiled. Her "first" lesson...I liked the sound of that.
That meant there would be more.