Private Tuition by Jay Merson

to say as the pressure increased on her throat. Without hesitation the professor dragged her forcefully on her knees across the carpet to the coffee table and dragged her facedown on the hard surface. Plates and glasses crashed and spilled to the floor as she was pulled across the table to kneel in the centre of the group face down on the coffee table. A short silence followed.
    "Apologise, bitch!"
    "Bastard!” Paula spat out venomously. A hand moved inside her panties, two fingers slipping into her pussy and the thumb forcing into her tight anus. Paula screamed at the double intrusion into her body.
    The professor grinned as he pulled the lead tightly, pinning her to the table.
    "My guests are not quite so patient or as gentle as I am."
    "She's really wet. The little slut likes it,” the man enthused as his fingers and thumb searched her inner depths. Paula could see the interest from the other men, all now on the edge of their seats, close to her.
    "Let me fuck her!” the man said to the professor.
    "Sorry, but she isn't ready yet. Still more training required.” The pain of his rough fingers inside her burned as he moved them around, Paula winced as he felt inside her. His actions were cruel and painful, and she weakened.
    "Okay, okay I'm sorry, sorry!” she blurted out and cursed herself for having given in. She was released and ran to her room sobbing.
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    "Look Paula can't we call a truce?” the professor asked, entering her room after the last guest had left.
    "Fine by me,” she answered lightly, secretly hoping that she would at last be able to satisfy her aching need. She wasn't finished yet but she'd let him think that for now.
    "Back to normal?” he asked hesitantly.
    "Normal psychology,” Paula said, smiling broadly.
    "Good, then strip off now and join me in my bedroom as soon as you have,” he commanded in his best velvety tone.
    "Yes sir!” Paula enthused as the professor walked out.
    As she entered the bedroom the professor indicated that she should lie on his bed, she settled herself on the huge double bed, lying on her back. He sat next to her, his hand roaming gently over her breasts and then down to stroke lightly over her mons. Paula moaned softly at his caressing. The professor took her hand and began tying the soft cord around it, securing the other end above her head to the bedpost.
    "Mmmm, oh good,” Paula moaned, wriggling her hips in anticipation. He secured her other hand above her head, then stood and undressed, he was fully erect, his cock hard and ready. Two more lengths of cord secured her parted legs to the base of the bed and she lay spread-eagled, tied securely and unable to move. He pushed two pillows under her buttocks, lifting her hips high and presenting her mons fully, the swollen lips of her excited labia open and hungrily awaiting attention.
    For the first time he touched her pussy—his hand ran over her mons and he stroked her expectant pussy lips, his hand brushing her hardened clitoris. Paula gasped and moaned at the contact. His hand withdrew and she heard the buzzing of the vibrator as he switched it on.
    "Oh! No, I don't think that will do anything for me, lick me instead please,” was Paula's reaction. He moved the buzzing vibrator over her mons, close to, but not touching her clitoris.
    "Did you enjoy all the attention you received tonight?” the professor asked as he moved the vibrator around her mons. Every so often he would allow it to touch, bringing gasps from Paula as she began to enjoy the throbbing sensations that the vibrator produced.
    "Mmmm wonderful, so very horny,” she moaned.
    "And did you like the thought of all those stiff cocks, my little bitch?” he coaxed in his soft, velvety tone. The vibrator moved up and down her labia, teasing and thrilling her.
    "Oh yes! The thought of them hard for me gave me a tremendous thrill,” she moaned, drinking in the increasingly pleasant feelings of the vibrations.
    "And would my little slut have let any