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 Academia
   by Nysidra
   This story contains several erotic concepts and explicit sexual
descriptions.
   Erotic Romance (Mf, BDSM, power play)
   Summary: Aisha is a bad student, but she has a teacher who would do
anything to see her improve.
   <->
   Corinthian Academy is a small, private facility for children of
privilege and wealth.  No children with vouchers, scholarships, or grants.
Each parent paid, and well, to have their son or daughter educated here.
   Given this premise, most of my students were beautiful and charismatic,
taught by their parents how to present themselves to the world.  Corinthian
Academy provided the bubble that convinced these children that this was
reality, that beauty, money, and persuasion ruled all.
   This is not to say that my classes were filled with pure eye candy.  I
had several fiercely intelligent, vivacious, and eager sponges of
knowledge. My students take advantage of the bespoke instruction offered by
the academy.
   But not all of them.
   Case in point: Aisha.
   She strut into my office like she owned the place, dressed in a way to
highlight and accentuate as much flesh without breaking any dressing codes.
Her curly ink-black hair spilled down from an elaborate top knot.  She
plopped into the chair across from my desk, her breasts bounced in such a
way to suggest little or no bra kept them in order.
   "Hello Miss Aisha."
   "Hey."
   "How are you today?"
   "Fantastic.  And yourself?" She followed the script, but her glare
demanded I get to the point.
   "Do you know why I asked you into my office today?"
   Her look said: 'do I care?'
   "I want to get to know my students.  Math is not just numbers and
theorems.  It's a language for exploring the universe and its workings."
   She yawned.  Her painted cherry lips made an exaggerated 'O' that
pleasantly distracted me.
   I tried a different tactic.  "What would you like to do when you grow
up?"
   "Avoid as many boring meetings as possible." She smirked.  "I want to be
a model."
   She wasn't tall enough, but who was I to shatter a dream?  She had the
look otherwise: shapely, serene.  Flawless beauty from head to toe. 
However, most models tended toward androgyny.  Aisha was fully female:
hips, tits, ass, thighs.
   "Points." She muttered.
   "For?"
   "You didn't say it.  I'm too short and too fat."
   "For runway, but there are other opportunities."
   Another suspicious glare.  "Whatever."
   "Have you done any modeling?"
   "I did a commercial and a photo shoot with a friend.  Nothing you've
seen."
   "Try me.  You don't know that."
   "What's this got to do with math?"
   "This has to do with you.  As I said, I like--"
   Her ring tone cut me off with its crescendo of strings.  I knew the
piece, Vivaldi, but not the season.  She lifted her phone, no case, latest
model.  "Hey?  No," a cold glance to me, "I have a few.  You know the
price? Good.  I'll be there in a minute." She ended the call and got to her
feet.
   "Miss Aisha?"
   "Later," She looked at my desk.  "Mr.  Sutton."
   I was going to stop her, but the exaggerated sway of her ass caught my
attention and held it until she was out the door.
   ***
   Aisha failed the first test.  I gave her a big red zero because she
copied another student's work down to the free-response.  Per academy
policy, I scheduled an after school meeting to discuss the test with her.
As instructors of the privileged, we were to make every attempt to rescue a
failing student.
   After final bell, I went to my car to put away the papers I needed to
grade.  On my way back into the building, I heard Aisha's voice.  It was
unmistakeable given the heavy northern accent.  I eased closer to listen,
mainly out of curiosity.
   "How much?" Asked one of the two students with her.  Both of them were
in baggy jeans and hoodies, the uniform of the lackadaisical.
   I took out my phone and pushed record.  As a teacher of the privileged,
you learned to have more than your word as evidence.
   "Thirty each."
   "Twenty-five." One of them said.
   "The fuck does this look like?  A flea market?  I look like I got time
to haggle with a couple snot-nosed pricks?  I say thirty, and you either
give it to me or walk the fuck away."
   "Are you sure it's ice?  I don't--"
   It must have been the look at her face.  I could almost imagine it, but
I remained hidden.  Snaps.  Zips.  Paper money changed hands.
   "You got other stuff?"
   "Yeah.  Think of me as your not-so-friendly neighborhood pharmacy.  Ice,
molly, powder, liquid green - the kind you don't fuck with.  I don't deal
in gutter trash.  Name it, and I'll find it."
   "Cool.  You're cool."
   "Mm hmm."
   When they left, I stepped out from my alcove.
   Aisha's head snapped up, but on seeing me, she shook her head and went
back to folding her money.  "I'm headed to your office now, Mr.  Sutton."
   "Last time I checked, no pharmacy around here provided what you're
selling."
   She smirked.  "You heard."
   "Yes, I heard." The girl was so brazen, unashamed.  I expected
contrition, tears, pleas.  How long had she been like this?  I held up my
phone.  "And I recorded it."
   She looked at my phone, then back at me.  Hawkish dark eyes studied me,
read me like old man Daniels at the poker table.  "Okay."
   "Okay?  That's all you have to say for yourself?  You're selling drugs -
hard drugs - on a school campus.  Goodness, Aisha, that's a felony.  You're
looking at serious jail time."
   "Yeah, and you recorded it.  You didn't stop me.  You didn't call the
police.  Don't start with the sanctimonious crap.  I don't make choices for
others.  I just make money.  Get to the point, Mr.  Sutton.  What do you
want?  Product or cash?"
   I folded my arms across my chest.  I had my answer.  She got here by
paying off those in authority.  A budding criminal indeed.  Here I thought
she wasn't getting a proper education.
   My silence had the desired effect.  The first hint of anxiety showed in
her face.  "So, what?  You're going to give that to the police and let them
lock me up?  Shit, man, I'm sorry.  Cut me some fucking slack.  Aren't you
supposed to like, be a role-model, and make every effort to improve my
behavior?  Come on, Mr.  Sutton, guide me."
   "To my office.  We have a meeting."
   She followed me to my office.  A glance back revealed a little grin on
her face.  She thought she'd won.  Never had to have a 'Plan C'?  Poor
thing.
   I shut the door behind her and locked it.  I leaned back against my desk
while she stood there, looking equally annoyed, frustrated, dismissive, and
then worried.  Aisha was such a sexy young woman, luscious, fiery, shapely.
   "Take off your clothes."
   "The fuck you just say?"
   "Don't waste my time.  First, you cheated on my test.  Second, you sell
drugs to minors.  Third, you attempted to bribe me.  You lack honor and
morals.  You want to know how to keep my mouth shut?  Strip."
   Several seconds in silence, another hard stare, assessing.
   "I'm not the only one lacking." She started with her pale pink, skin
tight blouse.  Brown cotton bra underneath.  She unfastened the skinny
jeans, and shimmied her hips, kicked out of her sandals.  Left in her black
thong and brown bra, she placed her hands on her hips.  "Satisfied?" She
rolled her eyes as if she had called my bluff.
   "I said strip."
   "Seriously?"
   "Do you think I'm fucking with you, girl?  Do I look like a juvenile
interested in a peep show?  I don't care about your lingerie.  Once your
clothes are off, I'm going to use your body for my pleasure."
   "You can't do that.  You're a teacher.  I ...  I ..."
   What I didn't do was bluff, so I didn't pick up my phone.  I didn't
threaten to call the police.  I didn't want Aisha in jail.  I wanted her
naked.
   I waited.
   She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra.  The bra dropped but
her breasts remained - heavy and high.  At least a C cup, fat brown
nipples, hard and begging to be suckled and pinched.  Then she slid her
panties down, revealing a mound shaved all but for the black landing strip
down the center.  She didn't cover any part or try to shy away.  "Now
what?"
   "Kneel."
   She went to her knees with that defiant glare.  "You're a fucking peach,
Mr.  Sutton.  Come on, get this over with."
   I undid my belt, slipped my pants and boxers down and let my cock spring
free.  She arched her eyebrow and met my eyes a second, her glare
disappeared.  Mild surprise?
   I stepped forward, and she closed the distance.  She took to my cock
aggressively, swirling her tongue, sucking, bobbing her mouth up and down
on the tip.  She wanted to take control, but when I said I wanted to use
her, I meant it.  I slapped her hands away and grabbed the back of her head
and thrust deep into her mouth.
   The tip hit the back of her throat.  Aisha shuddered and recoiled,
pressed her hands to my thighs.
   "Stop it," I snarled.  "Don't act like you don't know how to deep
throat."
   "Fuck you." She wiped a tear with the back of her hand.  "I have to work
up to that."
   "Work up to it.  Don't half-ass it."
   "Yes, sir." She whispered.
   A different woman took to my cock then.  Patient, persistent.  She was
still aggressive, but this time she looked at me, angled her head, and
pulled me into her mouth, a little deeper each time.  She blinked once and
I slid down her throat.  She gagged a little, but didn't pull away.
   "That's better." I slid out then back in, and true to her word, she
worked up to it.
   Her cute nostrils flared wide with each breath as I fucked her mouth. 
Tears poured from each eye, down the side of her face.
   I pulled out to let her catch her breath.
   "Fuck." She wiped her cheek again.  "Come on.  I have other things to do
today."
   "I'm not one of your teenage boy-toys, ready to blow my lid at the smell
of pussy." With a handful of hair, I pulled her to her feet and walked her
to my desk.  "Bend over."
   "Fine." She leaned over my desk and turned that round ass up.  Hers
couldn't have been more perfect, swollen, shapely, smooth.  That
apple-shaped bottom was going to be mine all mine.
   "You cheated on one of my tests.  You're never going to do that again."
   "Mmm hmm."
   I slapped the hell out of her right cheek.  A rebellious woman like her
needed to know I was serious.
   "Fuck!" She glared at me over her shoulder, her face red and seething.
"I will never cheat on your test again.  Don't you dare--"
   Left cheek.  My hand stung like a bitch, but her ass had to feel worse.
The ghost image of my palm was already forming on her right ass-cheek.
   This time she groaned, her body wriggled and trembled.
   "You've never going to...?"
   "I'm never going to cheat on your test again."
   "I'm glad to hear it." I took a jar of lubricant out of my bottom desk.
Why did I have that at work?  Because I have a cock, and I don't like
searching for good lube when I get hard.  I put a big dollop on my finger
and pressed it to her asshole.
   Aisha froze.  "Mr.  Sutton?" Her voice turned small, little.
   "What?"
   She didn't say anything, but given the tight ring around my finger.  I
didn't need to hear it.  I slipped my lubed finger into her ass.
   Aisha inhaled sharply.  "Please, wait.  Stop."
   I waited.
   "Please don't make fun of me."
   "I'm listening."
   "I've never had anything back there before."
   "Good to know.  What else?"
   I waited, but she said nothing.  Did she think telling me she had a
virgin ass would stop me?  I moved my finger in and out, waiting for her to
relax.  Once she did, I added a second finger.  When I had her lubed and
stretched to my satisfaction, I slicked my cock and placed it at her
backdoor.
   "Mr.  Sutton." Aisha sounded as if she were crying at this point. 
"Please, I don't want you to fuck me there."
   "Are you saving it for your wedding night?  Spare me.  I'm going to fuck
your ass." I said it, but I didn't do it, not just yet.
   She sighed heavily, and that tight ring of muscle gave way.  "Go on."
   I pressed forward.  "Bear down on me, like you're about to take a shit."
   "Oh fuck," she whimpered as the head of my cock penetrated her ass. 
Those whimpers were the best part, that soft, vulnerable little girl being
spread open by me.  Hell, if not me, someone else was going to get to her.
   I wanted to give it all to her, but I didn't.  I went slow, allowed her
get used to me.  If I was really the first cock in her ass, I owed it to
her to be the best.  It was my role as her instructor to be a standard
bearer.
   "Are you all the way in?"
   "Not yet."
   "Fuck."
   A little out, a little more in.  A little out, a little more in.  I
established a rhythm and she accepted it.  Despite the situation, this
gorgeous woman splayed out on my desk, her asshole slick with lube, that
brown ring around my cock.  It might have triggered a fast conclusion if
she hadn't been so fucking tight.  The vice grip kept my orgasm at bay, and
I feasted on the sight of her taking me.
   "You're very beautiful, Aisha.  I mean that."
   "Um, thanks.  You're not so bad looking yourself."
   She started to loosen up and I picked up the pace, fucking her as much
as that newly fucked ass would allow.  By the time I was ready to blow, I
was pounding her firm ass so hard that the desk moved.  I grabbed her hips,
thrusted deep inside her bowels and filled her with my semen.  She
shuddered and screamed and I hoped to goodness that she was having an
orgasm.  Nothing better than a woman who can get off on anal.
   Aisha muttered a string of curses as I pulled out.  "That's going to
hurt, isn't it?"
   "Most likely."
   "May I get dressed?"
   "Go on." Panting, I leaned on my desk beside her.
   For several seconds neither one of us moved.
   I made no secret of watching her as she dressed.  Every shake, twist,
and movement fascinated me.
   "Okay." She messed with her hair, tucking errant curls in place.  "We're
even now."
   I didn't bother to hide my contempt.  "Even?  We've even because you
gave me something I could get for free via my phone?  How much business did
you do today?  Three hundred?  Four hundred?  We're not close to even. 
First, stop dealing on campus.  Second, take your studies seriously, not
just my class - all of your classes.  Third, we will meet once a week to
discuss your progress."
   She rolled her eyes and did air-quotes while mouthing 'progress.'
   "First order of business is to sit your ass at that desk and retake your
test." I pulled a blank copy from the floor where it fell and set it on the
desk.
   "What?  Now?"
   "Yes.  Now." I handed her a pencil, eraser, and calculator.  After I put
on my clothes, I cleaned up my desk, repositioned it, and waited.
   It took her an hour, and I graded it while she waited.  "Fifty.  Better
than zero." I handed the graded paper back to her.  "Study next time."
   "Yeah," she snatched the test out of my hand.  "Your spunk leaking out
of my ass did wonders for my concentration."
   "I'll be sure to give you regular doses then."
   Her mouth hung open, expression incredulous.  I gave her a slight smile
and was happy to see it returned.  "Next week then, Mr.  Sutton."
   ***
   The next day she was in my class, dressed in a knee-length skirt, black
leggings, and a baggy shirt.  She sat down with a tense expression on her
face.
   I didn't have it in me to feel guilty.  Though I wondered what hurt
more, the firm licks to her ass or the ring of muscle I worked out?  I
conducted my class and noted that she was listening, taking notes.
   Aisha's attitude didn't change much, but talk of her new found
studiousness was the talk of the teacher conference room.  When she looked
at me it ranged somewhere between resentment and contempt.  I didn't care
how she looked at me.  I cared about her homework assignments coming in for
five consecutive days.
   Better than zero.
   Next week she met with me at our appointed time.
   "Hello Aisha.  Take a seat." She shut the door behind her, locked it,
and sat down.  Her movements were nervous, a bit skittish.
   "There's nothing for you to worry about," I said.
   "No?"
   "No.  You have become a better student.  The other teachers are
impressed with your attentiveness.  As far as I know, you haven't been
dealing on campus.  I'm impressed."
   "Fantastic.  Just what I always wanted - for you to be impressed."
   "Believe me, Aisha.  That's exactly what you want."
   No ascorbic retort that time.
   I waved her on.  "You're free to go."
   "What?  That's it?"
   "You want more?" I looked up from my paperwork.  I knew what she
expected the moment she locked the door.  Even still, I didn't do
passiveness.  If she was going to be mine, then she was going to ask for
it.
   Aisha stood, looked toward the door, then shook her head.  "No, no way.
That's not it.  I wore this dress and these lace underwear for nothing?"
   The dress was nice, classy even.  A dark blue fitted piece that flared
at her hips.
   "I even lubed myself."
   "You what?"
   "A few minutes ago in the restroom.  I put the lube in my ass and
stretched it with a dildo, so that it wouldn't hurt so much."
   I stood and walked around my desk.  Asking for it was one thing,
preparing herself for me?
   "You like that?" She smirked.  Oh, young women, always playing for
power.
   I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her toward the wall, mashing her
breasts against it.  I reached down under her dress.  The lace panty felt
nice on my finger tips.  I pulled them down and went for her ass.  The
little minx didn't lie.  Her asshole was wet and ready.
   "I told you."
   I didn't wait.  I unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, and thrust into
her ass inside of ten seconds.
   Her whimpering gasps only made me harder for her.
   I pumped a few times, nice and steady.  My face right beside hers,
listening to her every moan and cry.  She was so slick and accommodating.
That dildo must have been huge.  The image of her in the girl's bathroom,
legs spread, thrusting a dildo inside of her, thinking of readying herself
for me.
   I pulled out of her and took my pants off.  Seeing me take off my
clothes, she followed suit, getting completely naked.
   I don't waste time getting back inside her.  My groin pressed to her
luscious ass.  I got a fistful each of her breasts and kissed the side of
her neck.
   Between her whimpers, she said, "You feel so much better than that
dildo."
   I fucked her in a hurry.  Fast, rough.  One of my hands left her tits
and found her clitoris, circling and rubbing it.  She ended up fucking me
back, moaning and shuddering, lust overtaking her needy flesh.
   "That's it.  Take it.  You've been waiting all week for my cock. 
Haven't you?"
   "Yes, Mr.  Sutton."
   I kissed her neck, took a deep whiff of her hair.  Her arms braced
against the ceiling, her pussy juiced my fingers.
   "You've been a good girl for me.  Such a good girl.  Come with my cock
in your ass.  Do it."
   She whimpered and her whole body tightened as if she were electrocuted.
   Exactly one week from the first time, I come inside her ass.  Afterward,
I leaned against her, our hearts pounding, lungs working hard for oxygen.
   I pulled out and immediately put my clothes on.  She bent down and did
the same.  Bra first, then her dress.  She was gorgeous, even more knowing
that I had her where I wanted her.
   When she reached for her lace panties, the ones she put on just for me,
I said.  "Give them to me.  I want a symbol of your good behavior."
   She paused then walked them over to me and put them in my pocket.  "What
are you doing, Mr.  Sutton?"
   I smiled.  I enjoyed the uncertainty in her eyes, the confusion.  "Come
here." I opened my arms and wrapped her in my tight embrace.  I gave her a
firm hug and kissed her on her forehead.  "I'll see you tomorrow in class."
   She mumbled into my chest, "Yes, sir."
   ***
   I wasn't completely bereft of my responsibilities.  Aisha stopped
selling drugs on campus; she applied herself in class.  I got a little
something on the side.  It was time to call it quits.  I didn't want to,
but I couldn't keep treating her the way I had.  Furthermore, the way she
made puppy eyes at me when no one was looking broke my heart.
   During next week's progress meeting, she came to me the same way -
pre-warmed.
   "You're doing great, Aisha.  Keep up the good work."
   "Okay," she widened her eyes at me.  "And?"
   "And that's it.  You can go now."
   "No."
   "Yes."
   "Please."
   I pointed to the door, and she stomped her way through it.
   I cancelled next week's meeting, but that didn't stop her from barging
into my office.  She sat on the top of the front row desk, legs wide.  I
could see clear under the skirt to the glistening folds of her pussy.
   "I don't have a meeting with you, Aisha."
   She turned a deeper shade of red.  "Someone else?  You have a meeting
with someone else?"
   "Yes, I do."
   I never heard so many curses and foul epithets strung together.  Her
tirade came up short when my door opened and a fellow teacher, Mr.  Drake,
walked it.
   To her credit, Aisha played it cool with her typical disregard for
authority.
   "I have a meeting, Aisha."
   "Fuck you, too." She hopped down from the desk and stormed away.
   ***
   Two weeks later I caught her selling in the exact same place as last
time.  I assumed it was a stunt, a bit of play acting, but no, she was
really back to her old ways.  This, combined with her recent drop in
participation and homework returns, I was livid.
   I confronted her before she could finish her transaction.
   "What do you want?"
   "Aisha, do you think this is some kind of game?  I was serious.  You are
committing a felony on school property."
   "And, you did what?" She said.
   "You'd rather I turn you in.  Fine." I turned and walked away.
   Aisha gave chase, but like I said before, I don't bluff.
   "Wait?  Where are you going?  This isn't the way to your office."
   "No more meetings.  We are done.  You had your chance."
   "What the fuck?  Fuck you!" She screamed at my back.
   I went to the directory and found her home number and called her mother.
I got a voicemail and left the following message: "Hello Mrs.  Bennington,
this is your daughter's advanced mathematics teacher.  There has been an
issue with Aisha, a behavioral problem that I have not been able to resolve
without your intervention.  The thing is, I caught her dealing drugs on
campus, twice.  I don't want to get the police involved, not yet.  I want
to avoid that if possible.  Please schedule a conference with me at your
earliest convenience." I ended the call and waited all day for a return.
   I graded papers, checked the ringer volume, checked my cell service.
   I couldn't concentrate, so I poured a glass of whiskey and pulled out
her lace panties.  In the weeks since our last 'meeting' I had wrapped them
around my cock moments before masturbating.  I remembered that indignation
in her face, the disappointment when I didn't accept her offering.  She
told me my cock was better than her dildo.  The way she moaned, whimpered,
the jostle of her ass each time I slammed into her.
   Aisha needed a strong hand, that much was clear, but did she need mine?
   The sun set without a call from her parents.  I made dinner and ate
mechanically, the whole time she was on my mind.  Perhaps her parents found
a way to get through to her.
   I put on a movie and fell asleep while it watched me.
   The pounding knock at my door roused me.
   Aisha.  Disheveled and furious.  She pushed me back and stormed into my
house, breathing like a bull.  "You fucking asshole.  I hope you're proud
of yourself.  They kicked me out!  Where the fuck am I supposed to go now?
Huh?  Did you think about that before you pulled your little stunt?  You
think those assholes give a shit about me?  They're not even my real
parents.  They were itching for any excuse to kick my ass out the door. 
Fan-fucking-tastic, you fucking--"
   Not a word more.  Not in my house.  I snatched her by her hair over to
the couch and down over my knee.
   "What the fuck are you--"
   "Shut up, Aisha.  If you know what's good for you you'll shut your
fucking mouth." I snatched the cotton shorts down and wailed on her ass. 
Good, firm, hard slaps that had her bucking and writhing in my lap.  She
was strong, but I was stronger, and I kept her where I wanted until she
gave in.  She screamed, cried, wailed as if someone were going to hear her.
I turned that brown ass cherry red until my hand went numb.  Tears and snot
wet my pants leg.  I pulled her around into my arms and held her while she
wet the front of my shirt.
   I rubbed her back and let her cry.  She didn't have a bra on.  That, and
there were no panties on under those shorts.  Had she been lying about her
parents?  I would question her about it later.  The tears slowed to a
smattering of hitched breaths and sniffles.
   "The bathroom is down the hall to the right.  Go clean yourself up."
   She stumbled the first few steps off the couch, but made her way.  I
used the kitchen sink to wipe myself clean and wait for her return.
   "How did you find my house?"
   "Internet." She sniffled and frowned as she rubbed her ass.
   "You've been angling for that for weeks.  Don't pull that face."
   "That wasn't what I wanted."
   "Could have fooled me.  You can take my bed.  I'll sleep on the couch."
   "Please, no.  Please?"
   "I'm tired.  I was sleep.  I don't have time for games."
   "I'll sleep, just, please, with you."
   I trudged into my bedroom and pulled the covers back.  I got on my side
and turned my back to her.  Within fifteen minutes, I was back asleep.
   I woke to a blow job, a real one, not just a dream.  Aisha's head moved
up and down my shaft, her lips and tongue no longer in such a furious rush.
I lay still, curious as to what she has planned next.
   She sat up, completely naked and straddled my hips.  Her cunt eased down
around my cock, but only around the head.  Up until this point, I hadn't
fucked her properly.  Good thing I woke up for this part.  She rocked up
and down, trying to keep her weight off me.  As if a man could sleep
through this.
   I put my hands on her hips and brought her down, all the way on my cock.
   I didn't expect her scream.  Did I scare her?
   "Fuck!" She whimpered then fell forward on my chest.
   Fuck indeed.  "Tell me I scared you."
   "You scared me." She sniffled and her fingers played on my chest. 
"You're not the first, just the biggest."
   That, I could live with.
   After a while she pushed back up and began these full, long up and down
motions.  She put her hands between her legs and her thrusts took on a new
urgency.  I could feel her orgasm on me, her whole body shuddering while
her pussy tightened on my cock.
   I rubbed her ass cheeks, delighting in the sharp intake of breath.
   "I don't have patience for disobedience, Aisha."
   "Yes, sir.  I'm sorry, sir.  I won't deal drugs on campus, not anywhere.
I'll stop.  After, um ...  I have suppliers to pay off.  I'll study.  I'll
do better.  But," I knew what was coming, but she needed to say it more
than I needed to hear it.  "I like you, the way you make me feel."
   "The way I make you come."
   "Yes, sir, and the way you make me feel, like, as if you care about me."
   I stroked her puffy ass and began to thrust my hips in and out of her
wet pussy.  I rolled on top of her and put those legs over my shoulder,
made her pussy tight while I fucked her, hard and fast.  It wasn't going to
be quick either.  Fuck, I missed her.  I wanted her to come again, for her
to mold for my cock alone.
   She grabbed my forearms and looked at me, moaning and writhing through
her second orgasm.  "Thank you," she whimpered.
   "I'm not done yet." I positioned her on her hands and knees and slammed
into her.  She was giving me a hell of a workout.  My balls tightened, and
I pulled out.  Not yet.  I wasn't ready to be done yet.
   She didn't say anything, just looked at me while catching her breath.
   "Reach in that top drawer and pull out the jar of lubricant.  Get ready
for me."
   Fuck, watching her was a dream.  She hooked one arm under her leg and
used the other to stuff lubricant up her ass.  Seeing that I was watching,
she took her time, sliding her fingers in and out.  "I'm ready," she
whispered.
   "Don't move." I put a couple pillows under her ass and positioned my
cock.  I took her slow, rocking in and out of her ass with long, languid
strokes.
   "Do me harder."
   I smacked her, not too hard.  Enough to get my point across.  I was done
with her sass.
   Her eyes widened, a moment of indignation passed through her mind. 
"Please, Mr.  Sutton, fuck me harder."
   "Again."
   "Please, Mr.  Sutton, pound my ass with your fat cock.  Please fuck me
like a whore.  Fill my ass with your cum, please."
   "Better." She set me off with those filthy words.  I emptied what seemed
like a never-ending load deep into her gorgeous ass.
   I fell beside her, satiated.  I was empty, a good empty, a peaceful
empty.  I haven't known completion that profound in years.  The room
lightened with the first rays of morning, but muted by heavy overcast
clouds.
   "What now ...  sir?"
   "Now we cuddle." I lifted my arm and waited her to fit in my embrace.
   Much to my satisfaction, she did.
   Neither one of us fell asleep.  We just sort of lay there, listening as
the first drops of rain fell.
   "Did your parents really kick you out?"
   "We fought.  They threatened to kick me out if I didn't 'handle it'."
She turned to face me.  "I lied.  I'm sorry ...  sorta."
   I put my finger over her lips.  "Use my shower.  I'll go make breakfast.
Bacon and eggs sound good?"
   She nodded.
   A few minutes outside of her warmth and smell brought reality in its
wake.  The first couple times, fucking a student in my office.  It was the
thing of porn and fantasy - and I put a stop to it - or tried to.  In my
bed?  I knew what I was doing, but did she?  Could she really know what
kind of entanglement being with me could be?
   She entered the kitchen in a white shirt - my white undershirt - very
clearly no bra underneath.  Dark areola and hard nipples were hard to miss.
She hugged me from behind, her hands caressed my thighs, up to my hips,
then slipped into my shorts.  I responded to her hold on my cock.  I tried
to memorize the feel of her cool fingers stroking me.
   I took the eggs off the eye along with the bacon and turned, leaning
against the counter.  She went to her knees, eyes on me the whole time as
she pulled my cock free and took it in her mouth.  I didn't know if I could
come again so soon, but if she was willing to try, I was willing to find
out.
   "Work up to it, Aisha.  Come on."
   She eased closer and angled her head back.  She reached for my hands and
put them behind her head.  Even better, I held her in place and fucked her
mouth, looking at her, holding her gaze.
   "I'd rather do this than hurt you.  Work your tongue.  There you go." I
moaned and stroked faster.  "Suck my cock.  You're so hungry for it.  Come
on, swallow me." Yes, I could give her one more load.  I nearly lost my
ability to stand, but I filled her mouth with my come.  "Good girl.  Good
fucking girl." I put myself away and helped her stand.  "Fix our plates and
let's eat."
   For a while there was only the scrape of silverware to plates.  She
picked up her phone and typed for a few minutes.  "They're worried and want
me home."
   "Where are you going to tell them you stayed?"
   "Friend's house.  They won't ask who, not that they would know.  They
don't care about me.  They are concerned about appearing to be concerned.
That's all that matters to them.  I'm not even their child, just a charity
case that soured on them when I grew up and learned to walk and talk."
   "That's harsh, Aisha.  I'm sure they--"
   She shook her head, her face darkened with sadness but then morphed into
that bitter hatred she wore as her armor.  "You don't know."
   It was true.  I'd never met her parents.
   She cleared the table and did the dishes.  I availed myself of her naked
ass, peeking out from under my shirt.
   "I don't want you failing another test."
   She sighed heavily and tossed me an irritable look.  "Can't I just be a
piece of ass?  Why do you care about my grades so much?"
   "I care about you: your ass, your brain, and your criminal record."
   "Well, I need better motivation.  If I make a C or better on my next
test, then you give me the best head in the world."
   "B or better.  What if you don't?"
   "Then I give you the best head you've ever had."
   I didn't have the heart to tell her that ship had sailed.  "After I turn
that ass of yours red?"
   Real fear in her eyes.  I loved it.  Her hand trembled as she reached
for the plate.  She searched my cabinets, looking for a place to put the
clean dishes.  Each time she reached up, the hem rose, and the swell of her
ass reminded me of all the fun my cock had with her - bent over my desk,
pressed to the classroom wall.  Her legs cocked open while she fingered
herself, stretching her ass for me.
   Fucking minx.  She turned around and took the shirt off.  No preamble.
She knew I was watching.
   "I should get dressed and head home.  I wouldn't want my parents to feel
embarrassed."
   "Come here." I pulled her between my open thighs and took her nipple
into my mouth.  I sucked and tongued and teethed on the nub until she
whimpered, then I repeated the process on the next one.  "Get dressed. 
I'll drop you off."
   ***
   Her parents scheduled a meeting with me the same day of the test.  My
feelings were mixed and confused at best.  Aisha switched to the front row
of class and did away with the cutesy panties and fabrics.  Her bare pussy
was on display.  Was she expecting me to eat her out?  A grade of B or
better and her cunt?  I couldn't say it sounded like much of a loss for me.
   After the last class of the day, I found her test and grade it first.  A
'C' and a low one at that.  I knew she worked hard on it.
   A knock on the door.  Twenty minutes prior to my meeting with Aisha's
parents.
   "Come in."
   Aisha, dressed in ruffles and ribbons like the stereotypical school girl
- complete with knee high socks.  And as I already knew, no panties.
   "What did I get?  Did you grade it?"
   "I did."
   "So, who's getting the best head in the world?  Me or you?"
   I smirked and shook my head.  "Not you."
   "Fucking bullshit.  Let me see!"
   I pointed to the paper and she came to my side of the desk, practically
got in my lap, leaning over, the end of her skirt rode up her thighs.  I
reached behind me for the leather strop and stood.  She was still muttering
over my comments when I placed a firm hand between her shoulder blades.
   Tension knotted her muscles while she recalled the other half of the
deal.
   "Lift your skirt and spread your legs.  Hurry up.  I have a meeting."
   To her credit, she did just that.
   I knew her tender ass wouldn't take much.  I lit that fat ass up, one
whack after another until it glowed red.  "Dedicate more time to studying.
It's all you need to do, Aisha.  No dealing, no socializing.  Get your head
in the game."
   When she could speak, she said, "Yes, Mr.  Sutton.  I'll study harder. I
promise.  I tried.  I really did."
   "I know.  That was only a gentle reminder." I put the strop away.  My
cock was rock hard, ready to plunge deep into her - mouth, pussy, ass.  Any
hole would do as long as it was her body.
   She straightened, but then went to her knees.
   "What are you doing?"
   "Delivering on my end of the bargain, Mr.  Sutton."
   "Your parents will be here in five minutes."
   She rolled her eyes and crawled under my desk.  "More like thirty.  They
are never on time." She made quick work of my pants and fished my cock out.
Before I could protest, her wet mouth took all of me.
   "Fuck," I groaned as I looked at the clock.  Five minutes?  As good as
she had become, I could probably finished before then.  I let her continue.
   She wasn't the voracious woman to which I had become accustomed.  She
teased, barely moving her lips or tongue.  The light touch drove me wild,
but it wasn't going to get me off.  I put my hands on the back of her head,
but she pulled away.
   "You have to work up to that, Mr.  Sutton, remember?"
   That soft, compliant tone did me in.  "Aisha, you need to go, your--"
   One hard knock on the door and then it opened.  I rolled as close as I
could to my desk, trapping Aisha underneath.
   Thirty minutes my ass.  Aisha's parents entered the room.  She favored
her mother: beautiful, statuesque.  Her father: tall, Nordic, blue eyed. 
Definitely had no part in her genetic make up.  The man radiated power.  He
approached with his arm outstretched, clearly expecting me to rise and take
it.
   I would have done just that if my cock wasn't in his daughter's mouth. I
offered my hand, but remained seated.  "Excuse me for keeping my seat," I
said.  "I pulled a muscle playing football.  Trying to keep my weight off
it."
   Her father nodded knowingly.  "You play?  Guess you're not such a
bookend after all.  What position?"
   "Midfield.  Pulled groin, and it's been acting up toward the end of the
day." A convenient answer, as I did play in college and joined a few park
games on a lark.
   "Experienced my fair share of those in the day.  I was a striker for the
secondary league.  They called me the Viper."
   I nodded as her soft lips worked me back to a decent hard on.
   "So," her mother had that same look of veiled disdain I saw so often in
Aisha, "about Aisha?  You said there were behavioral issues."
   "Yes, I caught her selling drugs."
   "Drugs?  What kind of drugs?  Hard stuff?"
   Cool air hit my exposed cock.  Hard stuff?  Goodness, what couldn't
Aisha move?
   "No, no.  Just marijuana." As if to reward my answer, she took me back
in her mouth, twisting her tongue along the underside.  I winced and
lowered my head to muffle the moan.
   "Are you all right?" Her mother asked.
   "Give the man a break.  A pulled thigh muscle hurts like a bitch."
   "No kidding, like a right bitch.  I know I should have reported your
daughter, but I've appreciated the efforts she has taken to make amends in
my class."
   Her parents shared a look between them.  "We were under the impression
she was failing in math and sciences?"
   "Yes, but I've taken her under my wing to rectify that situation.  She
has improved significantly, but she has a lot to make up for." I held up
her most recent test.
   Her father perused it and handed it off to his wife.  "I appreciate your
personal attention in this matter.  You have to understand, we didn't get
her until she was ...  eight?"
   "Ten," her mother corrected.  She looked at me and explained.  "My
sister's child."
   "Poor breeding and worse stock, that one.  We're lucky she's managed to
stay out of jail this long.  I know it's in your charter to take personal
interest in every Corinthian, but you have truly taken it to heart." He
pulled out a check book and she handed him the pen.  Meanwhile their
daughter licked and sucked on a cock ready to fire.
   If I weren't so morally bankrupt myself, I might have mustered a bit of
indignation.  Instead, I waved him off.  "That won't be necessary.  I spoke
with Aisha, and we've come to an agreement.  She has promised to behave and
apply herself.  In return, I will do what I can to direct her energy toward
more beneficial activities." Like becoming my slut.  Just then, she pressed
her nose to my crotch, took me down her throat, and swallowed.
   I wanted to open my mouth to praise her, but all I could do was close my
eyes a moment to compose myself.
   "Thank you so much," said her mother.  "Aisha has always made a mess of
things, from the day we got her to this one.  I doubt we have more than a
year or two before she runs off, but we do what we can.  So courageous of
you to try with her, but don't expect much."
   At this, there was plenty rage to draw on.  "Actually, I expect the
world of her.  Aisha is a brilliant young woman.  She has a great handle on
business and finance, even management.  Unfortunately, at her age, she
can't use those talents to their full potential.  When she has a goal,
however, I find her focus to be quite ...  on point." My orgasm was coming
and this goal oriented little cunt was not letting up.  Please, don't gag.
Not that she ever had, but today would be a hell of a day to fuck up.
   "It's your job to be so optimistic.  You don't know her like we do." Her
mother offered a sour smile.
   "Don't dampen the man's spirits."
   He said more, but I wasn't paying him attention.  Her lips, her tongue,
her mouth, made love to my cock.  I exhaled evenly and kept myself still
while I unleashed my load into her mouth, spurt after spurt.
   "No need to get up.  Thank you again for your discretion.  Whatever
action you need to take with her, you have my blessing."
   "Thank you," I said.  "I'll make sure she doesn't stray again.  I'll
keep your apprised of her progress."
   "Don't bother.  Just call me if she runs foul of the rules again.  I
have a boot camp on speed dial, waiting for a reason." The two of them left
and shut my door behind them.
   Fifteen seconds after it closed, I slid back and pulled Aisha into my
lap.
   "Damn it, girl.  You said they were always late."
   "Did I?" She wiped the corner of her mouth.  "My parents are never late
for anything.  Early, in fact.  Punctuality is a virtue."
   "I could get fired, Aisha.  That was dangerous." My usual fire wasn't in
it.  I've had my fair share of parent-teacher conferences, and Aisha's
'parents' were the worse sort.  Mere caretakers throwing money and other
people at a problem that only needed love and attention.  I cleared a space
on my desk.  "Sit.  Spread your legs." I pushed her skirt up, revealing the
dripping, swollen slit of her pussy.
   "I lost the bet, though."
   "This isn't about that." I leaned forward and kissed her thighs, worked
my way to her dewy valley.  She tasted like earth, rain-water and tart
fruit.  I started by fucking her slit with my tongue, working my way up to
her clitoris.  Talk about dangerous.  Her parents were still on the
property, my door unlocked, but all I wanted was to make her come.  And
come she did, thrusting against my face, trembling on my desk.
   When she finally stopped jerking, I pulled away and used my sleeve to
wipe my mouth.
   "Did you like getting a blow job in front of those jerks?"
   "I did, but I wasn't kidding Aisha.  They may not give two shits about
you, but I do."
   I saw the rebuttal in her face, but she couldn't deny it, not really. 
"Thank you," she whispered.  "Can I get up now?  My butt stings."
   "Not yet.  I'm enjoying the view." Young, nubile little slut, legs
spread wide, pussy wet and frothing, still spasming in post-orgasmic
tremors.  Her thighs and butt cheeks were red from where I tanned that ass.
Fuck, she was a vision.
   "I'm sorry ...  about the test."
   "You'll do better next time."
   "I can't."
   "You will."
   "How?  I don't know what I'm doing.  I've never paid any attention."
   "I'll help you study."
   Aisha looked suspicious, then shook her head.
   I clicked my tongue against my teeth.  "Didn't you hear him?  Whatever
action I need to take.  You're going to study at my house."
   "That doesn't sound so bad."
   "It won't be if you apply yourself."
   As if wondering how bad it might get, she touched her whelped bottom.
   I grinned.  That's right.  More than she could imagine.  "Next Thursday
night.  There's a test in my class in two weeks.  Bring any other homework
you need help with."
   Another man might have felt guilty, unsure.  I didn't suffer from those
kinds of compunctions.  Aisha belonged to no one, had no one.  She was a
tumbleweed, and if I didn't take her in hand, then she'd end up in the
streets, or worse, in jail.
   An ass that sweet deserved my salvation.
   ***
   I did some shopping, cleaned out the guest room.  I hadn't had a steady
woman under me for more than a play date or two in years.  Giddy
anticipation consumed every waking hour.  I told her I wanted her at my
house at 5:30.  By 5:15, I was showered changed, and waiting.
   Five minutes early, she knocked on the door.
   "Hi, Mr.  Sutton." She ducked in and put her books aside.  "I would have
dressed up, but I thought you'd want me naked anyway.  You don't seem to
care too much about what I wear.  Are we studying in here?"
   "Aisha."
   "Sir?"
   "Before we go any further, you need to choose a safe word."
   She snorted.  "I can take whatever you can dish out.  I'm no pussy. 
Safe word.  That sounds boring."
   "I didn't ask what you thought about it."
   She must have heard the change in my voice, the change that said I
wasn't the teacher or even the man she could push around with her blunt
beauty.  "What's the word?"
   "You choose."
   "It's your idea.  I don't know."
   "Mark."
   She frowned.  "Mark?  Like, on your mark?"
   I nodded.  "Diminutive of Marcus."
   Her eyes lit up then and she grinned.  "Marcus."
   "If you find that I'm dealing more than you can take, that's your safe
word.  Understood?"
   She nodded.  "Yes, sir."
   "End of the hall.  Grab your books."
   She snatched up her bag and scampered down the hall with a giggle.  "I
talked to my father yesterday, and he wanted to make sure that I understood
that I'm to do whatever you tell me to do.  That I am to listen to you at
all times.  I nearly busted open with laughter.  He has no idea."
   Frankly, neither did she.
   She pushed open the newly renovated playroom door and zeroed in on the
restraints on the bed.  "Fuck yeah.  I am so ready for this." Clothes
melted from her body until she stood there naked, bouncing, literally
rocking on the balls of her feet like a kid on xmas morning.  "What do I
do?"
   "Climb onto the bed, lie on your back; spread your legs."
   She did as instructed, her head followed my every move as I secured her
wrists and ankles into the velcro restraints.  I pulled them tight.  "How
is that?" I asked, but I checked the slack so that she still had good
circulation.  I put two pillows behind her head so that she could look at
me without straining her neck.
   I sat back and admired my work.  Her fat brown nipples were already
erect, large breasts slightly splayed to the side.  Aisha was a beautiful
young woman, shapely and gorgeous.  Each day I found more to appreciate.
   "You look like a kid with a new toy," she said.
   "As do you." Enough with the preamble, time to get on with the show. 
"You are in my power now and there is only one way to stop the monster
within.  You must prove your knowledge of the glory of mathematics.  Are
you ready?"
   "I'm horny.  Are you sure I won't get every answer wrong just for fun?"
   "I wouldn't recommend that." I grinned.  "We'll start with something
easy.  What is a perfect number?"
   "Haha!  A number where ...  um, okay, if you add up its divisors then
it's the number."
   I traced my fingers up her thick, smooth legs to her waist, rounded her
wide hips and palmed each of her breasts.  "Such as?"
   "Six.  One, two, and three are all divisors and the sum total is six."
   I leaned forward and kissed her neck up toward her cheeks.  "Give me
another perfect number."
   "Sixty nine." She chuckled.  "Just kidding, Mr.  Sutton.  Twenty-eight."
   I kiss her.  A long, warming deep kiss that had her undulating against
my body, pulling at her binds.  "What is a Lucas sequence?"
   "Numbers defined by their original values."
   I pulled back and looked down at her.  She didn't appear to be teasing
this time.  "Are you sure?"
   "Yeah."
   "No.  That's a Padovan sequence.  A Lucas sequence...?"
   Crickets.
   I went to the nightstand and pulled out two black cloth bags.  "I'm
going to demonstrate a Lucas sequence." I pulled out the violet wand. 
"Count."
   "What's that?"
   I zapped her leg.
   "Hey!  Ow!  One!"
   Another zap, a bit higher up.
   "Two, no, one.  Okay, one, one."
   The next one zapped her knee twice.  She screamed fuck each time.
   "Two."
   Three on her thigh.
   "Three." Her eyes went wide as saucers as I held the wand at the inside
of her upper thigh.  "Fuck you, Fibonacci!  Lucas sequence is a sequence of
numbers that appear in a pattern.  That hurt!  What are you doing?"
   "Motivation.  Feel like answering incorrectly again?  Next time I use
what's in mystery bag number two."
   I gave her a break and went into a lecture.  She really didn't need bag
number two, so I made it a pop quiz after I reviewed the material.  For the
most part, she did well, earning the slow thrust of my fingers in her
pussy, the suction of her nipples.  Alas, my fiery Aisha was not an honor
student.  Her attention and memory faltered.
   "Knowing this, what is a two-digit powerful number?"
   "Two-digit.  Damn it.  Wait." Her eyes rolled back and she shook her
head.  "That was like half an hour ago."
   "The test is tomorrow.  You should know it already."
   "Give me a hint!"
   "You don't get hints tomorrow."
   "I fucking hate math.  This shit doesn't make sense."
   I opened the second bag and pulled out the clover clamps.  Sitting
beside her, I gathered her breast in hand and applied the clamp.  "I'm
going to apply your punishment, then I'll give you a hint.  You can take
what I dish out.  Can't you?"
   She grit her teeth and gave me a glare that might have set me ablaze. 
Her eyes watered as the second clamp clicked around her nipple.
   I picked up the absurdly large dildo and flopped it between her thighs.
   "The fuck is that?"
   "Your hint."
   "What does a powerful number have to do with a monster dildo?  These
clamps don't even hurt that much."
   I chuckled and began the slow insertion of the black fist of a dildo.  I
pushed it in a few inches and she whimpered, groaned.  Nothing, so I kept
filling her.
   "Spread, thick, number.  Fuck," she groaned.  "Full.  Powerful.  You
said something about full.  I was thinking of your cock in my ass at the
time.  Stop!"
   "I didn't.  I rotated the massive cock, gathering her juices, and pulled
it out only enough to push it back in.  Her pussy stretched around the
massive girth.  "Aisha?"
   "Full numbers.  I don't know.  I can't.  Please stop.  This isn't a very
good hint." She whined pitifully, tears rolled down the side of her face.
   I reached up and removed the first clamp.
   I don't know if it was pain or the orgasm or both that had her screaming
and shuddering.  When she stopped thrashing I pulled the other one.
   "The product of a square and cube," I said.  "Two-digits."
   "Square ...  four ...  cube," she wailed and tried to back away from the
dildo, but she wasn't getting anywhere.  "Nine.  Thirty-six?  Powerful
numbers are the product of a square and cube and a sadistic little fuck who
likes torturing innocent little girls."
   I pulled the dildo out.  "None of that last part was true.  A depraved,
luscious slut?  Mmmm, all day, Aisha.  All day." I leaned forward and
licked and sucked on her nipples.  Neither punishment or reward, simply my
discretion.  "Ready?"
   "No." She sighed heavily.  "Yes.  Wait.  No, I can't."
   "One," I touched her breast bone, "five," drew a line toward her nipple,
"twelve," then to her her lower rib, "twenty two," across to the other rib,
"thirty five," up to the opposite nipple."
   Aisha sighed heavily and smiled.  "Pentagon numbers."
   "Fifty one." I closed the pentagon at her breast bone, and dipped my own
erection in her pussy.  I counted my strokes.  Only to ten, but in those
ten slow strokes, I held her, kissed her.  I pulled out and back. 
"Pentagonal, Tetrahedral, Hexagonal numbers are all types of...?" I traced
the infinity symbol back and forth around her nipples, crossing her breast
bone.
   "Figure eights...  figurate." Her eyes lit up.  "Wow.  I remember, you
were talking about figure eights and how to remember that the numbers make
figures." She giggled.
   "The Thabit ibn Qurra theorem is used to discover what kind of number?"
   "Tell me and punish me." Aisha rolled her eyes.
   "Do you know what the theorem is?"
   "I can't even repeat what you just said.  I just want to fuck.  I'm
tired.  My brain hurts, my body aches."
   "Friendly, Amicable, or Amenable?"
   "Fuck-off-able."
   I crawled up her body until my cock settled at her lips.  "Zero effort
for trying."
   "Give me a break, I--"
   I slipped my cock inside her mouth.  I went slow, letting her lips and
tongue lube me up.  I'm sure she tasted herself as well.  As soon as I was
covered in her saliva, I fucked her mouth.  The head of my cock hit the
back of her throat with each trust.  I timed each one to keep her off
balance, the minimal amount of oxygen, the slightest threat of unbearable
discomfort.
   She gasped when I pulled out.  "I need my mouth to breathe!  What are
you trying to do to me?"
   "Safe word or the answer?"
   "Don't flatter yourself.  I'm not--"
   Back inside.  Her wrists yanked against the restraints as I worked back
up to fucking her mouth.  "Amicable numbers, a pair of two different
numbers.  The sum of the proper divisors of one is equal to the other
number, and visa versa.  The division of you is the sum of me.  The
division of me is the sum of you.  Time it, Aisha.  Breathe.  There's a
rhythm.  There you go." I pulled out.  She gasped and sputtered, tears
leaked from the side of her eyes, but my Aisha was a trooper.
   "Say it again." She coughed.  "Divisions and sums?"
   "The division of me is the sum of you."
   "The division of you is the sum of me.  Amicable.  What's his name?"
   "Thabit ibn Qurra."
   "Do I need to know the equation?"
   "Not for this test.  It's provided." I plunged back inside her pussy. 
She had no idea how perfect she felt to me right now.  Trussed up, at my
mercy, and better yet, starting to grasp the beauty of numbers.  "A number
formed by three digits is a multiple of 3.  A number formed by four digits
is a multiple of 4.  A number formed by five digits is a multiple of 5. 
What kind of numbers are these?"
   "Poly-divisible," she moaned, then looked at me in a panic.  "Right?"
   "Yes." I took the pillows from her head and moved them to her hips.  I
fucked her hard and fast, holding onto her hips.  Bringing her crashing
down, coming and screaming on my cock.
   "Fuck me, fuck me!  Please, yes.  I'm going to come.  I'm going to
come."
   I watch the hypnotic gyration of her breasts, the bulge of her muscles
as she did just that.  She kept up her mantra of 'fuck me, fuck me' until I
wrung her dry.
   Good thing too, because I couldn't last a second more.  I pulled out and
after a stroke or two, sprayed her belly with my ejaculate.  Then I
collapsed beside her, panting and sweating.
   "Aisha?" When she didn't respond, I unfastened the wrist and ankle
restraints, massaged her shoulders.  She looked perfect, utterly fucked and
beautiful.  "I love you," I whispered as I tucked her against me.
   Her eyes shot open, but she only stared at the ceiling.  "No one has
ever cared about me the way you do." She closed her eyes and more tears
fell.  The dam broke and she sobbed like an injured child.
   I held her, caressed her back, kissed her forehead, rocked her through
the outpouring of emotion.  This only had her crying harder.  I'd been
around enough to know that the most intense part of a scene was usually the
end, when the rules were fuzzy and reality still too far away.
   She was my rambunctious, defiant, rebellious, lustful wench, but damn
the world.  She was mine.  "It's because I love you, Aisha."
   "I don't even know what that means," she wailed.
   "You don't have to.  I'm only asking that you learn math for now."
   She punched me playfully on the chest and chuckled through her tears. 
"You're so fucking weird.  I need to get up." She braced on my chest and
tried to back away.
   I pulled her tighter in my arms.
   "I'm a mess, let me go."
   "No." I smacked her on the ass until she stopped fighting.
   A slight sniffle from her.  "Thank you."
   <->
Epilogue: A love story I can smile about.
Written: June 2014
"My sexual interests are like my eating habits.  I'll try anything once,
twice, if you prepare it differently." -Bianca Lee
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