Learning New Words

My first story...comments and criticism appreciated.

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Sitting in class, a Chinese class just like any other, I caught my mind wandering again. Today, our female teacher was conducting the class, while our male teacher sat on the edge of the room, observing.

Mr. Conley, or Hé Laoshi as I usually knew him, was a strange man, kind of quiet. Our female teacher was from China, but Hé Laoshi was American. He was no George Clooney, but he was fairly attractive, and almost six feet tall. He always seemed to be taking in his surroundings, although occasionally he would respond to the class in very amusing ways. And he sometimes went far out of his routine to help one of us out. I found him very likable. I thought he must be around fifty, with his salt and pepper hair. He wore glasses that were like the ones I've seen in pictures of my dad when he was in his thirties.

"Fan Qi" The teacher called my Chinese name. I lost track of the drill we were doing, and told her I wasn't sure of the answer. I could feel Mr. Conley looking at me. Before my daydream I had answered a question with such fluency that I had even surprised myself, and thought he might have been impressed. I was disappointed that I probably disappointed him.

Oh well. I didn't know how a person could get her teacher's attention the right way. It's dangerous, it could be awkward or even dangerous, and I just didn't think I had the moxie for a stunt like that. What's more, there's a specific type of guy I look for. I need him to take charge, and although I thought I could sense my professor's dominant undertone, I knew my senses could very easily be mistaken.

I liked older guys, and I'd always had a fantasy that some professor would take me and dominate me, maybe in his office, or in some deserted classroom. I wanted him to think of me as an innocent little girl, and then learn about my wilder side, all while teaching me how to please and be pleased in the right ways. It was a lot to ask for.

"Fan Qi" he called on me.

"Duibuqi, qing ni zai shuo yibian" I asked him to repeat himself. In Chinese, he told me that he wanted to see me after class.

I told him I'd could meet him in his office after I used the restroom. Those last ten minutes passed by so quickly, I didn't even realize class was just ending. I took a deep breath, my heart was pounding, I was caught a little off-guard. I went to the bathroom, checked my appearance, and headed up the stairs to his office. Our class was in the basement, and his office was on the third floor, so I was a little out of breath after I finished hopping up the stairs.

I knocked on his door, he told me to sit down. My mind spinning a little as I sat down, still trying to slow my heartbeat. My palms were sweating, but I didn't really feel nervous anymore, because his patient look had such a calming effect. What did he want?

"I already sent your recommendation letter for your study abroad this summer."

"Wow, thank you!" I hadn't even asked him for one yet—

"But I wanted to talk to you about your performance in class these last few days. I've noticed that you seem pretty distracted. Has anything happened with you lately? Is everything alright?"

"Oh, no! Everything's been pretty good lately, I'm sorry I've seemed so distracted, I just have had a lot going on, and I just got caught zoning out a few times today." I was touched that he was asking about me. Obviously I didn't want to tell him what was really on my mind. I thanked him for his concern, and told him I would try harder to stay focused, then I took off down the stairs.

With a slow breath to shake off the encounter, I popped in my earbuds and let the sounds of a Talking Heads song carry me to my next class.

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Saturday night was a blast. I went dancing with my friends, and got a little drunk. I knew I shouldn't have been walking alone, but my friends were going off to a party, and I was fairly certain my ex-boyfriend would be there, so I decided to walk home. It was a nice evening, I was in a great mood, and I thought I was sober enough then that I could still be productive on Sunday.

I walked down the main street, humming to myself as I went. Half a block ahead of me, I saw a few women walk out of a bar and head down the street, the direction I was walking, and then a man. He was walking toward me, and when he came a little closer, I realized it was Mr. Conley! I walked a little taller, trying to walk so that my hips would swing a little more. Then I noticed myself, and laughed a little. I was totally in my own world, when all of the sudden, he was right in front of me. We both stopped walking.

"Laoshi hao" I gave him the proper Chinese greeting for a teacher.

"Fan Qi! What are you doing out so late? Why are you alone?"

"I'm fine, I'm just heading home. What about you?" I was a little drunker than I thought. Moving maybe a little too flirtatiously, I shifted my hips toward him.

"I was just having a drink with some teachers. I'm about to head home. Do you live far from here?"

"A few blocks, what about you?" I was smiling sweetly, trying to suggest more than I was saying, but doing it a little awkwardly.

He looked concerned, "Why don't I walk you to your dorm? Apartment? Where is it?"

I grew a little bolder. Stepping a little closer to him, I touched his arm, and looked up at him. "Why don't I walk you to yours?"

He stopped, his mouth open. Maybe he was shocked, but I didn't want this opportunity to slip away. Before he could refuse my offer, I went farther. I grabbed his belt loop and pulled him toward me. "Maybe you'd like to teach me something else today?" I was shocked by my own words, but I tried to stand still and wait for his answer. My hand slipped down slowly to his crotch. He seemed to be stopping to consider something, and then to my surprise, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the entranceway, tucked away from the main sidewalk.

"You're stepping into a dangerous zone, Ms. Clark. But I'm sensing that you like danger," He covered my mouth and leaned down so he could speak more softly. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and understood why my invitation incited such a brilliant response. "But I'm going to tell you right now, if you want it—if you want me to teach you that is, it's going to be on my terms, and you're going to keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut. I mean it. If I hear one word about this from anyone else, you're going to find it very difficult to continue in this program."

I was shocked. I was excited. Changes in relationships are so strange. They can happen so suddenly. A simple first kiss, for example, can make the fumbling awkwardness of a new relationship smooth out completely. But I was thrilled that something that I could normally only fantasize about seemed to be happening to me right now. But there was no awkwardness in his actions, and he did not kiss me.

"We're going to my office, and you're going to walk a few paces in front of me on the way there. Don't turn around, don't try to look at me-- there will be consequences if you break my rules. Get walking."

So I started moving toward campus. The walk to his office was incredible. It was everything I wanted—I had his attention! I kept thinking of that moment that he went from being my teacher to being more than my teacher. I could tell he was looking at me, into me. He knew there was more to me than my modest clothing and my rather normal student behavior, of that, at least, I was sure. I wanted him to know more of me. I'd kept my sexuality hidden from everyone except just a few guys. Aside from those few people I'd just been a cute girl with bangs who smiled all the time. They had no idea that I could let my hair down, take my clothes off. They didn't know that I could arch my back and growl hungrily for them, or let them tie me up and have their way with me. I could do it all.

The only thing I couldn't do was orgasm. In order to orgasm, I needed vibrations. There just wasn't any other way to do it, and no guy is ever prepared for that, so I either fake it or I focus on his desires, and that's usually enough to just about satisfy me.

We arrived at the building, and I walked up the stairs. I wasn't sure what to expect at this point. This was so strange, but I was so turned on. I just tried to wake myself up to the fact that this was real, really real. There was no one in the building, but the doors to the entranceways were usually kept unlocked. It felt nice to get out of the crisp night air. After climbing the stairs up to his office, we arrived. Mr. Conley unlocked the door and turned on a light.

"Have a seat, Ms. Clark."

"Okay"

"That better be the last time I hear you speak to me without addressing me as 'Sir', understood?"

I was elated. "Yes, sir" He was my type; he wanted to take control. He sat down in his chair across the desk from me. I wondered why he didn't touch me.

"Take off that pathetic little dress of yours, and sit back down. I have a few questions for you."

I stood up and pulled my dress over my head. It was awkward, not really sexy at all, and I sheepishly sat back down, now half naked.

"You seemed to walk fine on the way here. How much have you had to drink tonight?"

"Not very much...I think I had maybe four or five drinks, sir."

"Good, that shouldn't be too much. I don't want you to get sloppy. Drink this, as much as you can." He handed me a bottle of water that he got from his drawer.

"Thank you."

He gave me a moment to drink. I gulped down about half of the bottle. "Now, tell me why you haven't been focusing in class. I want the truth now."

"Uh...I" I couldn't say it. I didn't know what he wanted me to say, "Well..."

"Is it because you were thinking about getting your little pussy rubbed and licked and fucked? Did you think about that?"

I looked down into my lap. There was too much space between us, and I felt exposed. "Yes, sir."

"You've come to a better lesson tonight then. Whores like you all need to be taught a lesson. And I think I've got the materials you need." He opened his bottom desk drawer and fished out a black box. Using a key from his pocket, he unlocked it. He set the box on the floor. "Now, come here."

Although his speech wasn't slurred, I could detect the smell of alcohol as I approached him. "Sir?" He grabbed my wrists and pulled me down across his lap, then tugged down my panties.

"I think you need to be disciplined for your lack of effort in class. It's only a few months until your trip, but you don't seem to be focused at all. Just five for now, but perhaps there will be more, depending on how fast you learn."

Thwack! His hand came hard down on the right side of my ass. I flinched and cried out a little.

"I want you thank me for this punishment. Now!"

"Thank you"

"Good. Every time."

Thwack! "Thank you! Thwack! "Thank you! Thwack! "Thank you!

"Good."

Thwack! "Thank you, sir."

"I must admit, I'm surprised you learn so quickly. Or maybe you've done this before? Little slut like you, it would make more sense." I was panting, still a little shocked by what was actually happening to me then. He spoke again "Take off your bra, and sit on the desk." He took off his own shirt, and walked over to me. My breasts were not huge by any means, but it still felt wonderful to release them. He a hand on my chin, and his other rubbed my breast. "You have a pretty mouth for such a slut. I'm sure you'd love to taste some cock. Remove my belt, and take off my pants. Quickly!"

I did as I was told. After undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, I started to reach for his bulging erection. As soon as I touched it, my head was jerked back by my hair. and I received a sharp slap to the cheek. Startled, I opened my eyes and met his.

"Did I tell you to touch me? Listen, the rule is, you may not touch me unless I expressly order you to do so. Got that, bitch?"

His words were like another slap in the face. I just wanted him to be pleased with me. It's how I always felt in the classroom, and it was how I felt now. "I'm sorry, sir. I understand now."

"Good. I think you are a quick learner. I might have a reward coming for you, but you will need to do exactly as I say if you want to receive it. I've seen how you sit in class; you seem fairly flexible. Put your feet up on the desk, so that they touch each other, spread your legs, and keep your eyes on me. Lie back. Now."

Wide eyed, I spread my legs for him. I was glad that I shaved the day before, I would have been mortified otherwise. I was also glad to hear that he had noticed the way I sat cross-legged in class. Not many people could fit themselves that way, and although it wasn't a big deal, it felt good to know that I had been noticed.

Slap! His hand came into contact with my thigh. "I like your legs, Ms. Clark. But I told you to keep your eyes on me, and that means that you cannot close them. Good. Now, let's see how wet you've become."

I was indeed quite wet. I could tell he knew his way around when his fingers began to glide all over me, Rubbing all of the semi sensitive areas, and only occasionally grazing my clit. He was making me crazy. I accidently closed my eyes, as it was usual for me to do so when I masturbated. He stopped what he was doing, and my eyes flew open. He looked angry, and a little scary. His hand flew to my throat, and pressed into me forcefully.

"You ungrateful little bitch, you make me say it again and I will have you on your knees sucking my cock until your lips bleed. You want to get off? You want to taste my come later? You will listen to me, got it?"

I did my best to nod, and he finally let go. Fuck! My whole body spasmed as oxygen entered my brain again. It felt amazing: a crazy, euphoric sensation. He was intimidating, but I wanted to let him know how much I liked that.

"Sir?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

His eyebrows raised, and he smiled a little. "Ah, your welcome. I thought you might get off on that. You look fucking pathetic with your legs spread and my hand on your neck like that though. Maybe a little pain is what you'd like then?" He began to slap my thighs with his hands. I indulged in the noise of the smacking and the pleasant tingling sensation after he removed his hand from my skin. I began to breath harder, anticipating the blows. He was slow and methodical, precise even, and it felt so goddamned good. I felt like I was experiencing an expert, fluent in Chinese, Russian, and women.

"You should see how wet you are, Ms. Clark." I shuddered with delight, hearing my name being said that way, in this context. All I could think was 'fuck, god damn, fuck,' as his hand began to occasionally slap my clitoris. "Little slut, little fucking slut, you love this, you love it. Tell me."

"Fuck I love this! I fucking love this. Ah! God! FUCK" This wasn't the kind of sensation that would get me to orgasm, but I was wet as hell and my body was heating up.

"Good, good. I've got something for you, but I will need your help, and I need your cooperation." He pulled out a small plastic vibrator, in the shape of a bullet. My eyes got wide, but I smiled a little at the sight of it. "You are going to come tonight, like you've never done before. I have all night. I have a good idea of how you want this, but when I give you permission to come, you will take this from me and finish the job. I will watch you. And you will look in my eye and thank me when you do. Got all of that, Ms. Clark?"

"Jesus..." I whimpered, "I mean yes sir, thank you Mr. Conley. I'd give anything for that, you don't know how long I've been waiting for this, thank—"

"Shut the fuck up. And watch." He turned the vibrator on, and began to circle my clit with it. I could feel my body respond when he pressed it just below, it was like the pleasure was shooting out of me just below my clit. I was on fire. He inserted two of his fingers into my mouth. "Suck." I did, greedily. I kept my eyes locked with his the whole time. He was driving me crazy, and I wanted him to feel crazy too. I sucked his fingers like it was a promise. He continued to torture my pussy with his circling, occasionally increasing the pressure, and eventually clicking up the speed.

"Good girl. You seem like you're getting pretty close. I'm going to put my hand on your neck now, only not so hard this time, and you are going to finish yourself. Do NOT close your eyes. You've got my permission to come."

I took the vibrator from him and pushed it into the area I could feel the fire coming from. My moans grew loader, and more muffled as his hand increased the pressure slightly. I was burning with it, and I circled faster and faster, invoking, inviting it to come out of me with the sound and the sensation and the rhythm. I felt him insert his fingers into me and slide upward, back and forth, back and forth, and I began to shake as my orgasm came, like a beast out of the woods. Sweating, panting, I tried to look at him still, but my eyes rolled back. I grabbed his wrist with my other hand.

"I'm coming...sir! Fuck, fuck! Thank you suuurr......" It exploded out of me with a violent shudder. I was spent. "Jesus, holy fucking Christ," I breathed. And I moaned as my body shuddered with aftershocks.

"Very good. Well, almost good. I suppose my expectations of you are not very high, but you are going to have to learn sooner or later. Did I tell you to stop looking at me? And did I tell you that you could touch my arm? I don't recall either of those orders. Get on your knees, now. He pulled his pants down below his knees. His erection was massive. His dick was the length of my hand, and wider than my fingers could fit around. I'm average height, but I have smaller features, like my hands, so I guessed that he was something like six inches long. I was pleased to see that his cock was as stiff as a telephone pole.

He put his hand on my cheek and looked directly into my eyes. "I want you to perform like your life depends on it. Open your mouth. You're taking it all." I pushed him into my throat and bobbed my head until I gagged. He was covered in my spit now. I used all the tricks I could think of, gagging on him again every time I thought his wasn't wet enough. His precome tasted rather nice, I don't know how that works, perhaps he had a good diet. I had a lot of time to think while I was blowing him, and at one point I became fixated on the idea of giving him the best he's ever had. I licked his balls, noted that they smelled nice rather than sweaty. I used my hands to stroke him, touched his inner thighs, and sucked and jerked him like it was my job.

"Holy fuck, you know how to suck cock, don't you little slut?....Ah!.... I'd like to come all over your pretty little face and let you lick me off of your tits, but I know you want me to bend you over and nail you. You're doing such a good job, I think I'll give you what you want. Stop. Get up, and put your elbows on the table and get your ass in the air. Wait for me."

I heard him rustling through his box, and wondered for a moment why he had this box in his office, then let the thought go. But I needed to ask him something.

"Mr. Conley, sir?" I was so fucking horny, I almost hated the chance that I might ruin everything. I turned around for a moment. "Please sir, please will you use a condom? I'm not on any birth control, please I don't want to worry."

His look of tenderness seemed genuine. "Kylie, you'll have nothing to worry about. I will use one. Thank you for letting me know, and thank you for asking so politely."

It was so odd to hear his normal voice come through during this game of domination. The contrast between the real, normal Mr. Conley, and the dominating beast of a man he had turned himself into was shocking. Something in my brain said, 'I love this guy.' I didn't know if that was true, but I sure was grateful for his gentle response. I was so fucking turned on by his sudden, teacherly demeanor. I heard him unwrap a condom and slip it on.