Private Lessons Ch. 01

Chapter 1:

Professor Amirah Akila Mubarak walked the halls of one of the UN's most prestigious private universities, Lawrence's Institute for Young Women, with her face set in her usual scowl. Students and fellow staff alike gave her a wide berth, as they always did. Being the headmistress and top teacher in the university meant she had a reputation to keep and being "approachable" was not on the list of traits she needed.

Though being approached sounded very good right about now to the Professor. Underneath the tight blouse, the pencil skirt and high heels, the tight bun, the glasses, and the scowl was a woman who hadn't gotten laid in a very long time. Her work schedule and persona didn't lend well to flourishing personal relationships. It also didn't lend much time for personal intimacy.

The classes were done for the day and the halls had been full before she emerged from her office to walk the halls. She there was an unconscious stirring in her skirt as she saw her students talking and hanging out with each other. Each one a different flavor, every shade of skin tone, every unique body type, she even had a mental list rating each one from cute to down right sexy. But they were fruits she was forbidden from tasting. First because it would go against the rules as a teacher and the headmistress of the school, and second because even if they did return the sentiment, they were all afraid of her. Like the other staff and most people her age. And from experience, she knew that even if she did find a man or woman that wasn't afraid of her strong personality, they would definitely flee once they got into her pants.

Seeing their biggest fear coming at them, the students quickly vacated the halls, returning to their dorms or any other place that wasn't within her sight to continue their fun. A couple of stragglers scampered out of her way as she headed to her classroom to collect the day's assignments and take them back to her office for another long night of grading. She couldn't help but glance at the backs of their skirts as they fast walked away. The stirring in her loins grew stronger but she kept it down. If she worked hard enough, she might be able to finish in time to relieve herself before her mandated sleep time.

Rounding the now empty hallway corridor, she approached her classroom and stopped when she heard muffled noises coming from the room. At first she thought it was maybe a couple of her students having a conversation. She'd had to chase many a student off the premises for losing track of time and hanging out in classrooms. But never hers. No one would dare.

There's a first time for everything. She placed her hand on the knob, but before entering she heard a new noise. Moaning. It was very uncommon but not unheard of for students to be found fooling around the school. They were healthy young ladies after all. Unfortunately, that conduct was not proper for upper echelon such as they and was usually met with harsh repercussions. Unfortunately for whoever was inside the sexual frustration already had Amirah in a terrible mood, and with the personal disrespect of doing it in the headmistress' own classroom the students were likely looking at immediate expulsion.

With her scowl showing genuine anger, Amirah opened the door and stopped when the scene before her defied her expectations. The school's model student, Lacey Cambell, was sitting at her desk, in the front row of the classroom, masturbating. And that was the third most shocking thing to the teacher.

The second most shocking thing was the fact that she had caught the pale beauty doing anything against the rules at all. Lacey was the daughter of English nobility. As such everything about her was meant to be perfect, even her looks. Her blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin stood out above the rest of the school, almost eerily crafted like a fine doll. She was always the highest scoring in every class and the standard that every other student, like it or not, was held to. That didn't win her many friends but at the very least the faculty all adored her. She was such a darling that none of them could even imagine her doing something as depraved as saying a bad word, let alone masturbating.

The most shocking thing was that, instead of the usual way one would expect a young lady to get off, this one had the front of her skirt hiked up above her waist and her stockings pulled down to mid-thigh. Out of her crotch stood a penis, around five inches in length and she was stroking it feverishly. She hadn't noticed the headmistress enter as she had her head back and eyes shut tight and she "worked."

This was a surprise to Amirah. As headmistress, she and the nurse alone were privy to the nature of students at the school. It wasn't uncommon for some girls to have some extra equipment along with the norm, but this was news to her. She made it a goal to memorize the name and face of each student in her care, as well as read over all profiles to get an idea on how to handle them should she ever need to but none of Lacey's files mentioned her little friend, not even the medical ones that usually stated it next to gender.

Still shocked Amirah watched her star pupil masturbate for another minute. Something told her she should put an end to it but another voice, a voice that had been ignored for far too long, told her to keep watching. She felt her own length stiffen in her skirt but was too distracted to avert brainpower to keep it down. She watched Lacey jerk off and was filled with three very distinct emotions. The first was the tingle of anxiety, obviously because each second more she watched, she became more complicit and risked her job and reputation. The second was the unbridled lust at seeing another person just as horny as she was, though she would never stoop to public masturbation. And the last was an unexpected one. Disgust.

Lacey's movements were simply... inelegant. Amirah spent all of her time trying to make sure these women would go into the world as refined as possible. Her motions were barbaric to say the least. It was almost as if she had never even seen a cock before, let alone pleased one. The angry teacher within overshadowed the rational one as she closed the door behind her.

At the slam, Lacy was jolted from her own pleasure and was shocked to see the headmistress herself standing in front of the door. Amirah glared at Lacey while the girl in question had frozen like a deer in headlights. The click of her locking the door echoed through the room, followed by the sound of her heels on tile as she approached her own desk.
Reaching it, she sat on the edge and crossed one leg over the other, like a lady should. All the while she glared at the younger woman who still had her dick in her hand.

"What did you think you were doing?" Her tone made the question sound rhetorical, her anger insinuating that she already knew what Lacey had been doing. It would have been obvious to anyone.

She watched as Lacey panicked, letting go of her penis and starting to fix her clothes. "Headmistress I'm so s-"

"Stop!" At the command the girl froze readily. Amirah looked into the eyes full of fear as she said her next words. "I didn't say you could stop or get dressed. I asked you what you were doing."

Amirah waited for an answer while looking at the girl, who had stopped getting dressed and now stood there, her face almost red like a tomato, matching the inflamed looking head of her still ridgid dick that poked out from beneath her skirt.

"I was masturbating. I'm so sorry I -"

"If I wanted an explanation I would have asked for one young lady. Answer the questions you are given." That line, with a sharp look, shut the girl up fast. Then she didn't hide her gaze as she stared directly at the girl's cock, unashamed. She watched Lacey stiffen up in both cock and posture as the gaze but made no attempt to cover herself.

She probably thinks that I would scold her again if she did anything without permission. She always was smart. I would. Amirah cleared her throat and pointed to the desk she stood next to. "Sit." Lacey followed directions immediately, sitting up straight and tall like she was supposed to in class. Her dick followed suit.

"Now. If you were truly masturbating, then finish."

"What?"

Amirah sighed. "If you want, I could just report this and you can get expelled like the normal procedure but that won't get either of us anywhere. So unless you want to be expelled I suggest you backup your claim and finish 'masturbating.'' The emphasis on the last word was full of skepticism.

Lacey wasted no time, already knowing her choice. "... Ok." She took her hand and began slowly jerking off again, but it was obvious that the moment had been lost. She had already started shrinking from fear and was steadily going limp in her hand.

Can't even get it up to perform. Disgraceful. "Look at me." Lacey locked eyes with Amirah. "You are lucky that it was me who found you and not any other staff. If I give you some motivation would you be able to continue?" Lacey quickly nodded.

Amirah sighed and started unbuttoning her blouse in front of the wide eyed student. When she was done, she carefully took it off and folded it, then placed it on the desk next to her. She repeated the same process with her bra and before long sat on her desk, still in proper, ladylike posture, only now with her upper body naked to the world and her heavy chest bared to Lacey.

The girl had stopped trying to masturbate but was once again rock hard as she dumbfoundedly stared at her professor's chest. The large brown orbs with chocolate areolas.

"You may begin." That snapped her out of it.

"Oh, right."

"That's not the proper response." She watched as Lacey mentally kicked herself for making another mistake.

"I mean, yes, Headmistress." Amirah nodded as Lacey went back to stroking herself, at first hesitant and slow but quickly picking back up to her previous speed as she stared at her headmistress' breasts.

The look of disgust stayed plastered on Amirah's face as she watched her student grip her shaft. She watched the foreskin slide back and forth over the head, briefly hiding and then proudly revealing the red tip. The glistening wetness that came from beneath her testicles and coated her thighs and the desk suggested that she also had a pussy, but that wasn't the current problem.

Her hand motions were all wrong. There was no tact, not grace, no thought. It was all base and guttural instinct. The noises she made while doing so were equally atrocious. Less moans and more groans and animalistic pants. Utterly distasteful.

The scene reached its crescendo when the girl spoke.

"Headmistress, may I finish?" At least the girl still has enough sense to ask permission. There may be hope for her yet.

"You may." At those words the girl did one final stroke as her hand slammed to the base, she arched her back and scrunched up her pretty face into a disgusting grimace. She made very unlady-like noises As she unloaded onto the floor between the two in several strong shots. One of which almost reached the headmistress's leg, short by mere centimeters. She can't even finish properly. Have I taught her nothing?

She gave the girl the bare minimum of time to recover from her sub par performance. The second she looked coherent enough to listen, the verdict was given.

"F minus."

She saw the girl stiffen at the grade. Both confused why she was being graded, but even more so surprised that it was so low. Amirah had seen her semester summaries, straight A's.

"What?"

"That was a truly distasteful performance."

She watched the horror fill the girl's features. She had already forgotten the previous several minutes or even the fact that her flaccid cock still hung out in the open, she couldn't get a failing grade.

"What was wrong about it?"

Amirah clicked her tongue and shook her head. "I had higher hopes in you than this Ms. Cambell. You don't even know what you did wrong." She decided to take pity on the girl, who seemed to be breaking down further by the second. "First, nothing about your motions were elegant. Second, the noises you made were atrocious. Third, you handled your cock like some back alley whore and not like a lady of your status should. As someone who, I believed, always strived for excellence, you have truly disappointed me, Miss Cambell."

The girl looked to be on the verge of tears. "I don't - mean. I don't know how to be very ladylike when I have one of these swinging between my legs." She grabbed her cock as if to show it to the headmistress for the first time.

Amirah simply shook her head again, further disappointed "And now you make excuses. Is this really who you are Ms. Cambell?" As she spoke, she uncrossed her legs, allowing the very visible tent that was in her skirt to be seen by the student. Her eyes locked onto it instantly as she continued. "I know firsthand that it is possible to be ladylike with that appendage. No matter what is between your legs, you are a lady. You have been a student here for four years now Ms. Cambell, how do you think it makes me feel to see the one I thought I taught the best show me such a base act?"

"I'm sorry, Headmistress." Lacey hung her head in shame.

"If I wanted an apology I would have asked for one. What I do want however is for you to not only do better, but be better. Anything you do is not only a reflection of your house but also a reflection on me." Amirah figured making a student jerk off to completion was sufficient evidence of this being a situation of mutually assured destruction if this information ever got out. "I will not be alerting the administration of your poor performance. Thank whatever higher power you believe in that you caught me in such a charitable mood. Now, you are dismissed." Amirah started to reach over to grab her shirt and bra again before she heard her student call out, voice nervous and shaky.

"Headmistress. I know you said I was dismissed... but I can't get a failing grade. I don't want to disappoint you or my family or anyone." By the end of it she sounded frantic.

"Of course you don't. No one does. Why are you telling me?"

"I may be overstepping my boundaries and I know that you are a very busy woman but could you... teach me how to be more ladylike? In this regard I mean."

Both her heart and penis throbbed at the suggestion. Having grown up in Egypt, Amirah had grown accustomed to the brown beauties of the world. As such she found those of a fairer complexion to be exotic, and Lacey Cambell stood above the rest in her mind. The throbbing within her skirt refused to be ignored any longer. Maybe I can kill two birds with one stone.

She pondered the offer for a second. "I may consider it. But are you sure you want to do this? I will expect nothing but the best from you." The girl before her nodded. "You will follow everything I say, without question. And you will not tell another soul about this, are we clear?" Again the girl nodded. "Good. Now stand before me."

Quickly, Lacey moved to stand in front of her mentor, making sure not to step in her own mess.

"Good. At least your other manners are still presentable. Kneel." The girl looked at the ground covered in her own cum and then raised a questioning glance to Amirah. She immediately dropped to her knees, with her back up straight when she saw the glare that the woman was giving her. She tried to ignore the feeling of her own spunk seeping into the fabric of her stockings.

"Too slow, but it will do for now." She looked down at the girl as she stood from her seated position on the desk. Then she watched the girl go wide eyed as she casually lifted up her own skirt to her waist and pulled her own panties to the side, revealing her tan and thick eight inch length to the girl. It was just inches from her face.

She waited for the girl to get accustomed to it and when their gazes met she simply stated her next command. "Pleasure me."

Lacey's face became confused and once again embarrassed, sitting face to face with a length longer and thicker than her own. She opened her mouth to say something, but Amirah beat her to the punch.

"I sure hope you aren't about to question me young lady?" The stern voice caused her to shut her mouth, yet her eyes still asked. "If you must know, you obviously failed at doing a satisfactory job on yourself. The only way to get better at something is to practice, but if you do it to yourself as you are now, you would simply fall back into bad habits. Thus, you will pleasure me and follow my every command. This way you can learn without distraction. Eventually this will become second nature and you will be able to repeat it on yourself and others without fail. Now, pleasure me. And make sure to take in both my words and body language. Every sound I make, every twitch and flex. You must witness elegance first to truly understand it."

The girl just took in the entire speech, her eagerness to please overwhelming any thought of how wrong this situation was. "Yes, Headmistress." she reached up and let a tentative hand grasp the length, feeling a warmth other than her own for the first time.

"Stop. You made the first mistake. The first rule to pleasuring anyone, penis or vagina, is to make sure they, or yourself, are properly lubricated." She removed Lacey's hand from her cock and walked around her desk. She opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of cocoa butter body oil and returned to her position before the girl, handing her the bottle.

"Lubricant works best, but when not on hand the next best thing is body oil. Now, apply it."

The girl nodded, taking the bottle and looking back to the daunting task at hand. She applied a glob of the oil to her left hand and quickly gripped the shaft. She used long, slow strokes to spread the oil around, trying to make sure she got every inch of the monster in her face.

Amirah grew impatient. She made a disapproving noise. "We don't have all day, Ms. Campbell. Both hands please."

Quickly she added her other hand to the mix, spreading the oil around much quicker.

"And make sure to get the head too, especially the part under it." She let out a low moan as her body finally caught up with the sight below her.

She had fancied Lacey since the second she laid eyes on her. She was a perfect little doll, waiting to be defiled, but the barrier of teacher and student prevented her from doing so. As she watched the previously scared, now mesmerized (by her dick) girl, stroking her brown cock, making sure to moisturize the head with one hand and gently rub the oil into her frenulum with the other thumb, she couldn't help but feel some form of triumph.

She caught her moan midway. This is supposed to be a teaching moment. Not some act of pleasure. Or so she told herself.

"Did you hear that dear? That was a moan. When a lady feels pleasure, she lets out only the most pleasing of noises to further their partner's own pleasure. Not the animalistic noises that you were letting out earlier."

She locked eyes with the girl as she looked up from her kneeling position, her hand still absentmindedly massaging the head "Can I... can I hear another one to make sure?" Always eager to please, this one. This could be more fun than I thought.

"That has to be earned young lady. Did you forget that this is a lesson in pleasuring cocks? A lady does not fake her pleasure, as it will only lead to poor partners for future ladies. You will hear me moan if you pleasure me sufficiently." The girl nodded and turned her attention back to the dick at hand.

Amirah thought she looked adorable down there. Her cute dick was stiff again. On her knees before the headmistress, serving her cock. Where she belongs.