Tala's First Performance

Staring down at the ground, Tala's eyes welled up with tears, this time not out of sadness but pure horror at what she had been asked to perform. At this point she wanted desperately to please Cross and to get a reprieve for her stinging bum, but the thought of having to touch herself while sitting in front of him, as though she were on stage giving some kind of performance terrified her. She wasn't even sure she would know what to do as the only two times her body had ever experienced such pleasure were at his touch, and he had been an experienced older man, who had obviously administered such pleasure to other women.

"Other women..." The thought stung in her mind... the thought that Cross had known other women in this way before he ever met her made her insanely jealous and also made her feel woefully inadequate. A young lady of nineteen, she'd had no sexual experiences whatsoever, aside from the few times she had been groped and fondled by wayward boys in her hometown, but those occurrences were never pleasurable for her. If Cross wanted, he could dump Tala by the wayside and have any other woman he wanted and they'd likely perform gladly for him as he requested. At least they would know what they were doing... But the thought of Cross gaining pleasure from them seared through her mind and she slowly lifted herself off of his lap and wiggled her panties all the way down to her ankles, stepping out of them and leaving them laying on the ground right in front of him, then walked two paces back to sit before him about five to seven feet away. She sat there for a while trying to gather her thoughts and figure out a place to begin, her eyes down at the cold tile floor that was providing some small relief to her rear while adding a pressure against the small welts on her left side that made it uncomfortable to sit on that side for too long, resting moreso on her right side.

Cross sat very still once again, as he had done for those long hours while Tala had sat near the door earlier in the evening. He knew he had to be patient with her and he was already growing slightly erect by the mere thought that she was struggling so hard to please him, to do something that so obviously terrified her to even considering doing alone, let alone with an audience. A small smile grew across his lips while he waited patiently and he crossed his arms to give Tala a gentle reminder that he was waiting for her to complete her task. Her eyes flickered up in his direction, noting the movement, then back to the ground. Leaning on her right side, her legs bent to her left, she reached down between her legs and pushed her hand down to the ground to adjust herself so that she was sitting straight up. Her hand still resting and blocking her sex from his view, she brought her knees up, bending her legs a bit to barely spread her legs, the short black skirt gliding slowly up her thighs to expose most of her long legs. She leaned back and held herself up with her left hand, locking her elbow and looking down between her legs, taking a deep breath and trying to decide how to proceed.

Her hand gently resting on her sex, she looked up to Cross once more and spoke very softly, hoping to gain more mercy from him: "Mr. Cross... I don't even know what I'm doing... Only you have ever made me... do that..." She couldn't even bring herself to say the word "cum." Cross couldn't help but smile at this, having wondered himself if she had ever brought herself to ecstasy; though he doubted it, he couldn't be certain. It also aroused him to think that he indeed had the pleasure and power over her to give her something that only he had seemed able to do.

For a few moments, he considered prohibiting her from ever touching herself again and instead being the sole man to administer pleasure to her ever, but her rosy cheeks and glistening sex, her firm round breasts and her long legs, and her constant shifting to account for her sore bottom, were too much for Cross to resist. "You wanted to be my student, did you not? You came to me, right... the first night and again tonight?" The questions were rhetorical and they both knew it. Her silent acquiescence was enough and he made one more comment then waited quietly and patiently for her to continue. "Now's the time to start learning, pet... begin." The tone of his voice made it quite evident to her that reprising her request for help would only make him angrier.

She looked down once more and spread her legs a little wider, anticipating that Cross would instruct her to do so and not wanting to hear him scold her again. She moved her hand timidly over her sex, rubbing it lightly up and down, using all four fingers to move up and down her slit, pausing occasionally to rub in a small circle over her clit. Within seconds, she realized that she could close her eyes to close herself away from the outside world and concentrate on what she was doing. Her eyes closed and face down, she continued rubbing up and down until her fingers began to stick a bit to her own skin, the previously smooth motion now somewhat jerky as the formerly glistening sex was now drier than before and she had become too nervous to be aroused by her own touch. She opened her eyes and looked down at her hand and her pussy surprised, staring at them both trying to understand what she was doing wrong. Cross couldn't help but chuckle, which caused Tala to grow more humiliated and her eyes started welling up as she grew concerned that she wasn't going to be able to please him.

Pounding his own chest, Cross let out a small cough and smiled with one more chuckle, "I'm sorry, lilie... I couldn't help it, but it was too cute... do you know what you're missing?" Not looking up at him, she withdrew her hand and placed it into her lap, squeezing her thighs together to hide it. She simply shook her head "no" and waited for him to enlighten her. "Stand up and come here..." he ordered of her and she drew herself quickly to her feet and stepped over her panties on the floor towards him, hopeful that he was going to pat her on the back, thank her for trying and give her a new assignment. But Cross would never have considered that and was prepared to sit there all night while she tried to complete his request – little did he know that would nearly turn out to be the case. Standing just before him, he ordered her to part her legs and her cheeks grew a deeper crimson when she realized she wasn't getting out of the performance. Moving her legs shoulder-width apart, Cross moved his right hand to his mouth and extended his tongue, licking his palm all the way up to the tips of his fingers and gently placed the hand between her legs to cup her, rubbing his fingers and palm up and down her slit, lubricating her sex and smiling. After two or three strokes up and down he removed his hand and smiled to her, her eyes having been down and averted to the side. Gently grasping her chin and guiding her face so that her eyes locked onto his, he smiled reassuringly. "Now then, there are better ways to accomplish that glide, but we will get to that in time. If need be, don't be afraid to get yourself started in that way. Return to your place and continue your task."

She was certain his fingers must have felt how hot her face was burning while he instructed her, but she nodded quickly and took her spot, resuming her position. She moved her hand up and down her sex, now easily gliding with Cross's assistance and she let out her first soft moan and her hand circled around her clit once more. She shifted in position to account for her sore rear and sat up, spreading her legs more widely to balance herself, her left hand now moving to rub at her breast on the outside of her corset. Closing her eyes and concentrating on the feel of her hands rubbing at the two places she had been most aroused by so far, she continued rubbing a bit until she moaned a second time, though her nervousness had nowhere near subsided yet. The result of her uneasiness meant that she found herself having run dry once more and she shyly raised her right hand to her mouth and mimicked the licking motion that she had observed from Cross. This process cycled three or four times over fifteen minutes or so, while Cross sat quietly watching her intently, his own arousal having moved in well before hers.

With her eyes closed and no sounds from Cross, she began imagining that she was alone, back in the tub on the day that Cross first encountered her exploring her own breasts. Lost in the thought of that day, trying desperately to focus and pretend she was alone, she dipped her hand down into her corset to play with her breast without the interference of the clothes, but found it incredibly difficult and so she struggled to free both of her breasts from the corset, pushing it down a bit and lifting each to rest atop the part of the corset that gently lifted them. Biting her lower lip and squinting her eyes shut as she was inclined to open them and look around, she drew her thoughts back to the tub and began to imitate her recollection of that exploration, her left hand circling around each breast then gently coming to rest on her left nipple to pinch gently at it, as Cross had done. Her right hand reached up to her mouth and rewet her sex, both hands now working the erogenous zones and her thoughts deeply concentrated on her inner fantasies. She moaned more loudly as her left hand reached across to pinch her right breast and rubbed her clitoris a bit more aggressively, her arousal arriving somewhat unexpectedly. Moaning more loudly, more gutturally, and more frequently, she continued working her breasts and her sex, imagining the water rolling over her and listening to the light movement of the pool that was actually beside her to inspire and delude herself that she was actually exploring herself alone.

She worked at her pussy for close to forty-five minutes, at some points seemingly close to an orgasm, her moans highly pitched and choppy... and other points, seeming to struggle with the task, unable to actually make herself cum for him. Despite her best attempts at finishing herself off for him, every time she grew near to orgasm, her thoughts brought her back to Gabriel Cross, because he was the only man who ever made her feel that way, and she would quickly and regrettably remember that he was still in the room, watching her during this terribly intimate and vulnerable time and suddenly her movements would grow awkward and graceless, her body stiff and unable to relax, her orgasm slipping away from her. She kept at it a bit longer, but her hands were growing tired and she grew doubtful that she could actually do as he asked. Finally opening her eyes and looking up to him, she pled once more, "Please... I can't do this without you..." When she finished her sentence and actually looked at his face, she noted that his expression was like that of nothing she had ever really seen from him before – it was a mix of pride, happiness, amusement, and... arousal? She could not be certain, but she thought she could see a color and liveliness to his face that she hadn't really ever seen.

Cross simply raised his chin and one eyebrow, and stared down at her for a few moments, then spoke. "You can and you will. And this time, pet, look at me while you touch yourself, I want to see every part of you while you do this for me."

Now completely mortified and concerned, she felt helpless and impotent. Seeing her discouragement, Cross spoke once more, "I am very pleased by your performance so far, lilie, just imagine while you touch yourself that it is actually my hand touching you..." and with that she nodded, dropped her hand down to her sex, boldly dipped her middle finger between her lips to slick up her pussy and began the motions once more, her eyes down at first until she heard him sternly remind her, "Eyes on me, girl." Lifting her eyes to his, she continued rubbing herself and grasping and kneading at her breasts. Despite her fear in facing him while she touched herself, she realized that watching him while she touched herself, seeing his gentle smiles, noticing the subtle shifting in his sitting positions, and receiving the occasional nods from him, were all reassuring and she felt more encouraged to finish... even slightly aroused when she could see Cross's desire for her growing.

And then she felt it coming... the sudden rising feeling, her thighs instinctively moving to close and her moans growing more and more high pitched... she moaned and squealed and Cross could tell that she was extremely close but still unable to surmount her fears and cum for him, the excitement and suspense of the moment driving him mad, he sat forward on the bench and leaned towards her, "Cum for me, lilie.... Cum for me right... now..."

Higher and higher pitched moans echoed throughout the room as her hand anxiously worked at her swollen clit, the other one now pinching tightly at her nipple without her even realizing what she was doing, she moaned one last time, then threw her head back and howled as the orgasm washed over her, quickly dropping her hand from her breast to the ground to support herself, her hand still rubbing wildly at her clit, while she screamed in pleasure over and over again, "Oh Cross! Oh Cross! Oh Crosssssssssssssss!" Her head thrashed about for a bit, then she remembered her orders and she looked to him, trying to maintain eye contact, but having a hard time focusing on anything at all while she continued cumming and writhing on that cold tile floor. She lay back while she finished cumming, the coolness sending shivers through her, and kept her small hand pressed against her pounding clit, enjoying every throb as it pulsed through her, all thoughts of modesty gone completely at that moment. Her chest rising and falling quickly as she panted out the rest of her performance and her left hand raised up to hold her forehead as she began to feel dizzy.

The last thing she remembered was Cross cooing, "Good girl, lilie, what a good girl you are to me..."