Moans of Pleasure- Bondage Seduction Romance Erotica

BOOK: Moans of Pleasure- Bondage Seduction Romance Erotica
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Moans of Pleasure
Ann Roberts

 

 

I am a teacher by profession. This is what I know best. I have been teaching at a local college for five years now. Teaching has its own rewards; ha ha, not satisfaction of producing responsible citizens or bullshit like that. For me, it is more about power. Wait till you read my story.

 

My class is very popular with the students. I command respect and I do know the art of teaching. That revolves around keeping the class fully involved and interested in what I say to them. There is pin-drop silence in my class. I have an aura, a magnetic personality that is irresistible. You would have to take me for my words if you have not been fortunate enough to be my student. Oh God, do I enjoy this power, this absolute control over the young boys and girls that look up to me like a demigod! And especially the girls. Now don’t mistake me for a pervert. No I am nothing like that. Also I am no nerd, who believe in no sexual contact with those lovely ladies; nubile, sexy and bursting with energy. Shall we call me as the modern version of teachers who is sexually active with multiple partners, has an erotic disposition and who will not say no to an opportunity to hit the hay with a student. Or shall I say who has the guts to create just such an opportunity.

 

Cheryl was just the kind of girl I dig. She was nineteen years old, medium height of 5foot6 or so, blond hair, hazel eyes, long sexy legs, and petite but firm breasts. What I found irresistible about her was her intelligent intense expression. She was confidence personified, being in the top bracket of the class. She did not have a regular boyfriend; not that no one was interested in her, but because she was more interested in her studies at that moment in time and shunned all advances. It was a special joy for me in having her in the class; those musing eyes, trying to grasp what I taught and that focused look on her face as I spoke was enthralling.

 

I always had in mind to get into her pants. I imagined those long slim legs wrapped around me, as I took her. I would hear her moans of pleasure in my dreams as I reamed her pussy. I, however, had a feeling that this would not be easy to accomplish given her reserved disposition. She seemed to like me, as any girl would like a competent teacher, but nothing beyond that. I found her to be a challenge that I would love to undertake. They say that all is fair in love and war and being a Literature man, I would add lust to the above categories. I therefore thought and thought, and finally an idea began to take shape. I had to be very careful in timing to put it into practice. The opportunity soon arrived with the annual college picnic to the nearby hills coming up.

 

The day, after the class, I casually stopped Cheryl after the class as she was picking up her notebook from the desk.

 

“Oh Cheryl, can you spare me a minute?”

 

“Oh yes, Mr. Brown.” She said, looking up at me from behind those long eyelashes. I could just see the curve of her soft breasts, with her half bent on her desk.

 

“Cheryl, you are such a wonderful student, that I have decided to test you further. This is regarding the special assignments that I am giving to a few top students only. The purpose is to improve their writing abilities further, and to judge who the best among you is.” I smiled, trying to evade looking down her neckline. I could see that she was warming to the theme.

 

“Oh, that’s very kind of you Mr. Brown. I would try my best not to disappoint you.”

 

‘Very promising! I am sure you wouldn’t be a disappointment in any way, darling.’ I thought as I continued.

 

“Alright Cheryl. Here is what it is. Let’s imagine a hypothetical situation. A student, a female student essentially, is infatuated with her male teacher. She thinks about him all the time, dreams about him and is obsessed with him. Try as she may, she cannot gather the courage to talk to him of this, so she writes a note to him, telling him of her feelings towards him. Ummm.....Lets say the girl is you and the teacher in question is me.”

 

I saw her blushing at such a remark, and I loved her for that. I quickly continued before she could think or say anything.

 

“Of course, it’s absurd but genius thrive in absurdities. You have to feel the girl, be her, if you want to compose something powerful. Good writing only comes with feeling. I would like you to be unabashed about it, because it may be your one and only chance of winning the heart of your man.”

 

I saw her frowning a little hesitantly and again moved quickly to pre-empt her.

 

“Of course, if you find that difficult, I could always swap your assignment with another student, and give you something easier....”

 

Cheryl jumped to the challenge, as I knew she would.

 

“Oh no Mr. Brown! I shall be perfectly glad to do this.”

 

‘Yes, this and a lot of other things too honey.’ I mused as I looked at her quizzically, feigning to give the matter a thought.

 

“I am sorry to have given you the impression that the exercise is difficult. No it’s not. It was just that I was not expecting such a thing. I promise to give it my all. Please let me do this.”

 

“Alright Cheryl. So be it. I would expect you to be ready with your note by tomorrow. I am giving every one little time for this, because I would like this to be original and straight from the heart.” With this I waved at her nonchalantly and walked away.

 

I got very little sleep that night. Whenever I closed my eyes, I would see a love note from Cheryl fluttering in the air, and the sheer excitement of what it contained would keep me awake.

 

The next day, I was a little disoriented in the class. I kept avoiding the eyes of Cheryl, so as not to betray my anxiety. After the class, Cheryl walked up to me with a glint in her deep mysterious eyes.

 

“Here is the assignment you gave me yesterday, Mr. Brown.”

 

I looked at her, and could feel a stirring in my lions at her obvious excitement about it. Outwardly, I asked her calmly to leave that at the table. I could see that she was a little disappointed that I had not even given it a second look. She just smiled a bit hesitantly, staring at me.

 

“Thank you Cheryl. I shall get back to you in due time.”

 

“Of course Mr. Brown! Thanks a lot.” And she walked out of the class, with that slight swing of her lovely hips, her heels clicking.

 

I could hardly wait to get to my secluded hut by the river. It was quite a place, acres of land surrounded by high fence covered with ivory, and in the middle of nowhere. I had inherited this, and loved this for its serenity. It had been host to a lot of lovely dames and kept the mutual moans and groans of pleasure shut in. It was my own personal haven, my world, where I was the master.

 

I started the reading as I undressed. The note said,

 

“Dear Mr. Brown,

 

I hope this note finds you in the best of your happiness as ever, you being such a cheerful person. I must however say, that I have not been very peaceful lately. There is no one I can share this with but you. I cannot bring myself to talk to you directly, so I am constrained to hide behind this letter, as I open my heart to you.

 

I must say that I find you irresistible. I can hardly concentrate during your class. My heart beats so loudly whenever you look at me, that I am afraid that it would come out bubbling if I so much as looked at you for long. Your wonderful personality, your kind demeanor and your lithe athletic body has me on fire. Whenever I go to sleep, I can only dream of you. I see you close to me, real close, holding me tight and the time stands still for me. The rest of the world simply does not exist as we lovers explore each other’s mind and bodies. Oh God, I do not believe I am sharing all this with even you, but then I have to be completely frank and upfront, otherwise I shall lose all sanity.

 

My entire life depends on how you respond to this. You do not know how much I love you. Just give me a chance to prove to you that I am the only woman God made just for you in this life.

 

Love,

 

Cheryl Abraham”

 

‘An excellent attempt honey. From now on, I shall make sure that it is all true in practice if not in spirit.’ I mused as I whiled away the day, rehearsing mentally, what I had to do tomorrow.

 

I was very fresh & cheerful, as I entered the class that day. I could sense the buzz of excitement with everyone chattering about the overnight tenting and campfire. The time flew as I went through the rigmarole. After the class, I could see Cheryl lingering, as she wanted my feedback on the literary piece done by her yesterday, before joining the rest of the college to the picnic. I played around with some papers, heightening the suspense and waiting for most of the class to leave. I put on a gloomy expression on my face, which was causing a lot of worry for Cheryl, as I could clearly see with a side-on glance. I got up, and headed straight for Cheryl, who was waiting with bated breath.

 

“I am sorry to be blunt Cheryl, but it appears that my expectations of you were not well placed. Your composition of decent text could take a lot of improvement. As for the piece you came up with, it is fit the bin.”

 

I could see her go pale with disappointment and embarrassment. She was totally downcast, which was where I wanted her right now.

 

“I am an impatient man Cheryl. I don’t want to waste my time for nothing, if you are not up to it. But in your case, I tend to give you a second chance. I would see you at my place in an hour’s time. Here is the address. If you cannot prefer your studies to the trivialities, I obviously cannot help it. I must say that I am being overly compassionate by giving you my own time but I do want to make sure by discussing this with you, whether you can improve.” I said meanly, handing over my visiting card to her.

 

“As for the annual picnic Cheryl, I have to join the boys and girls there, & would be perfectly happy in giving you a ride there.”

 

‘Yeah sure, what a ride this would be honey!’ I thought to myself.

 

Cheryl was now picking up her courage after the initial shock.

 

“Sure Mr. Brown sir, and I am grateful to you for giving me this opportunity. I shall be there dot on time & try and learn from you. I am sure, I could take a lot of improvement from your able coaching.” Cheryl blurted out. I had not given her much choice. I was sure of one thing; she was going to do a lot of learning in the immediate phase of her life.

 

My plan set, I left for my home. All along the way, I kept thinking of Cheryl, the mysteries of her young body and their unraveling. I shuddered with excitement as I hummed to myself.

 

Back home, I parked the car in the garage. I looked all around me but there was no one watching. I went inside and got the jar of chloroform that I had procured the other day from a laboratory attendant at some cost. I doused some of it on a handkerchief. I then sat in a chair in the verandah and waited.

 

It was about 20 minutes, before I heard creaking sound of a bike approaching. I braced myself for the ultimate show down and got up. Cheryl was a bit flushed from cycling all the way to meet her destiny. I could see the color of sun on her rosy cheeks, as she got down from the bike and looked at me, smiling a bit hesitantly.

 

“Well I am here, Mr. Brown.”

 

“None too soon, honey. Come in and make yourself comfortable.” I led her in and gestured her to a chair. “Make yourself comfortable, while I get you something to drink.” She smiled in an innocent way at me, her eyes melting with the smile. She was probably expecting a short shrift. I turned and reached for the jar, poured a liberal amount on the handkerchief and reached her in two big strides. Before she knew what was happening, I put the hanky to her nose and pressed. She froze for a moment, not knowing what to do, like a fish on hook. After a split second, as the pungent odors hit her, she started to struggle. I pressed her back effortlessly with one hand, as I pulled her hair with the other to jerk her head up. She coughed for a moment, drinking in the vapors. Her eyes had become cloudy; there was a dazed confused expression on her lovely soft face. She whimpered and went limp. I held the hanky against her nose for another minute or so for good measure. After satisfying myself that she was not coming out of it in a hurry, I released her. Her head slumped down, her hair all tousled up. I allowed myself the luxury of just looking her up for a moment, before I hauled her up from the chair and carried her into the bedroom. She was surprisingly light. I put her down on my bed. She was wearing a red tee shirt over her blue jeans. I slid the shirt up, exposing her smooth ivory belly. I eased it further up, over her slim breasts and removed it completely. She had a lacy black bra on, which contrasted sharply with her body. I unhooked the bra, and took it off too, exposing her breasts. There was to be no veils between us that day. I next removed her jeans and the frilly panties. I looked at her exposed mount of Venus, which seemed like freshly shaven. I traced her vulva with my finger, shuddering with excitement at having her defenseless, at my disposal.

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