The Tessera Method Ch. 03

"Just a second," Tyler grinned as he closed the door to his room, and went over to his computer. Hannah took the opportunity to whip off her shirt. God, she needed this. She unfastened her shorts, and Tyler turned back around just in time for her to drop them to her ankles, leaving her in her thong, jewelry, and heels.

"You work fast," Tyler grinned as the music he'd just queued up faded in.

"Is that a problem?" She grinned back and struck a little pose, hip cocked to one side, hands running up her midsection and over her breasts, tweaking her nipples just a bit as she went. She usually wasn't this forward, but she liked Tyler a lot and was fully suffused with Irish courage, and suddenly she was desperately horny.

"Not at all." He sat down on his bed and spread his arms wide for her to approach. She did a little model walk across his tiny dorm room, one foot directly in front of the other, shimmying her hips as she went, and climbed into his lap, straddling him fully, as his arms enveloped her and their mouths met.

She ground her crotch against his, and threw her arms around his neck, and he laid one arm across her back and squeezed her ass with the other, and she purred into his mouth and darted her tongue out to lick his lips. God, Hannah was so fucking horny tonight. His clothes were all still on, and she'd barely touched him, and honestly he'd barely touched her, but somehow she felt like she was already almost ready to cum, even with the weird music he'd put on.

It was a slow, sensual instrumental piece, and the guitar, drums, and keyboard were nice enough, but something about the bassline seemed off. There was a low, almost-discordant buzzing or humming sound, like several solid constant tones which didn't change with the chord progression, as well as a high whine that sounded almost like his speakers were broken. She could feel the tones all the way through her, deep in her bones. She pulled back for a second. "What's this music?" she purred, eyes lidded, crotch still grinding pleasantly against his. She was curious, but not enough to interrupt their foreplay.

"Buzzcore isn't for everybody," Tyler smiled, "but I like it a lot. I find that the tones really -" She cut him off with another kiss. Honestly she wasn't sure why she'd asked. Music theory discussion could wait until she'd had a good orgasm or ten.

They made out for a few more blissful minutes, their hands exploring each other's bodies, Hannah's slow, tortuous grind on Tyler's lap continuing all the while. Tyler's shirt came off, and Hannah was familiarizing herself with the intricacies of his ab muscles when suddenly she felt something cool around one wrist and heard an intimidating CLICK.

She looked down at her right hand to find that Tyler had slipped a handcuff onto it while she wasn't looking.

"Uh, Tyler, I don't know..." she murmured, suddenly anxious. Bondage was an exciting fantasy she'd enjoyed from time to time, but the idea of actually experiencing it tonight with no warning, in a dorm room belonging to a guy she barely knew, scared her a little.

Tyler looked a bit embarrassed. "Yeah, sorry," he said, "I know handcuffs are a little vanilla, a little lame and conventional, but I don't know, I'm just kind of an old-fashioned guy. Is that okay?"

"Aww." That was adorable! He was worried she'd think he was too mushy or sappy. "That's fine, Tyler. I'm kind of an old-fashioned girl myself," she giggled drunkenly. It wasn't like he was putting a promise ring or a pinafore on her, so what was the harm? A little romance was hard to come by these days.

She giggled some more as he laid her down and fully cuffed her to his headboard by both hands, then picked up where he left off, his fingers delving under her thong for the first time. She felt so helpless, at his mercy as he teased her pussy with his fingers, unable to retaliate or even stop him from doing whatever he wanted. It was a rush. Those old-time ladies were on to something!

He dipped a finger inside her for just a second, then withdrew it. She moaned aloud. "Please, Tyler," she begged. "Please just fuck me."

He grinned as he took a second to take off his pants. "Be patient, baby. Hannah, I wanna make you feel so good. I wanna do something special for you. You know what I'm gonna do?"

His finger went back inside her and started poking around in some very distracting places, but she still managed to respond. "Whatever it is, do it fast!" She'd never been this horny in her life.

"I'm gonna be a professor for you," he whispered in her ear.

That wasn't what she'd expected. "Huh?"

"Yeahhh," he continued, "I'm your experienced, worldly wise teacher, and you're my sweet loyal little pupil, my favorite student, and you've learned so much from me, and now I'm gonna teach you some more. It's every girl's fantasy, right? That's what all the college girls ask me for. They wanna pretend they're one of the lucky girls that manage to grab their teacher's attention. And I'm gonna do that for you, baby."

She nodded. She was getting into it now. "Yeah, do it. Please. Fuck me, Professor."

He added a second finger, shocking her with the added sensation. "Have you been a good girl for me, Hannah? Have you done your homework? Have you edged yourself for me every night?"

"Yessss," she groaned. "I've been rubbing my horny little wet Asian pussy thinking about your big white cock like a good little schoolgirl, Professor!" He hadn't asked for the racial element, but she couldn't help herself. She was just so horny.

"Mmmm, good," he continued. "But you're wearing such slutty clothes in my class! It's causing a disruption! All the dumb horny schoolboys keep staring at you. Why did you do that, Hannah?"

"I'm sorry, Doctor!" Hannah whimpered. "I was just trying to get your attention, so you'd see how sexy and grown-up I can be. Is it working?"

"It's working a little too well, Hannah," Tyler nodded, rising to his knees on the bed and pulling his hard dick out of his boxers. Hannah's eyes widened. It was huge! Bigger than she was used to, and she was no stranger to white dick. She licked her lips unconsciously. He stroked himself for her a bit. "Do you see what you've done to me, Hannah? Are you prepared to take responsibility for this?"

"I'll do whatever it takes, Professor," she moaned. She leaned toward it, trying to get closer, but her handcuffs held her tight. Luckily he read between the lines and scooched forward on the bed until his glorious white dick was right in front of her, and she opened her mouth wide, and he pushed himself in.

Tyler moaned aloud in pleasure, and Hannah moaned too around her mouthful of cock. She'd been thinking about this all night. She wasn't able to take much initiative on this blowjob due to being cuffed to the bed, of course, but Tyler was more than willing to pick up her slack. He gently took hold of her hair to hold her steady, and pulled himself back until only the head of his cock remained in her mouth. He held himself there for a moment or two to give her the opportunity to swirl her tongue around it, then pushed all the way back in until he was right against the back of her throat. She gagged a bit and flailed her legs and hips around, searching for some kind of stimulation on her pussy; thankfully Tyler noticed and worked his free hand back into her thong as he pulled back again.

She spread her legs eagerly and those two fingers speared deep inside of her just as his dick surged forward in her mouth again, and they found a rhythm. Or Tyler did, anyway, and Hannah eagerly accepted it. He thrust into her mouth, and his fingers thrust into her pussy. Her mind went completely blank, besieged on all fronts by the cock in her mouth, the fingers in her cunt, the buzzing in her head. Thrust, hammer, pulse, again and again.

Then, just as the music changed to a new song, Tyler nudged his way into her throat and rubbed hard at her throbbing clit with his thumb, and she came. She made a gurgling noise around his cock, her throat fully obstructed by it, her hands rattled their cuffs, her body went rigid, and her mind exploded with pleasure. She couldn't help it. She'd only ever cum with a cock in her mouth a few times in her life, and never before the guy she was blowing got anywhere near to cumming himself, but she'd never felt this way before and she was no match for Tyler and his goddamned professor roleplay and his giant white cock.

Finally, he pulled out of her mouth, and she gasped for breath. "Oh my god," she panted, "what the fuck just happened to me?"

Tyler just shook his head as he moved between her legs. "Clearly you haven't been paying attention to your extra-credit lessons if you don't know the answer to that question, Hannah," he tutted, pulling her thong down her legs, leaving it tangled around one ankle.

She bit her lip and shook her head. That orgasm had really thrown her for a loop, but somehow she was still unbelievably horny. It hadn't sated her at all. "I'm sorry, Doctor," she moaned as Tyler put his hands on her legs right behind the knees and pushed them all the way up, folding her in half. "Please demonstrate it for me a few more times, and maybe I'll get the m-UNGH!" Her quip was completely ruined by him forcing his giant cock into her soaked pussy.

Tyler's dick had felt huge in her mouth, but it felt absolutely gigantic in her pussy. It took him five or six thrusts to get all the way inside her, and she was as wet as she had ever been in her life. About three thrusts after that, she was already cumming again.

Hannah didn't have much control over her body, cuffed and pinned as she was, but what she had was quickly lost in a sea of sensation. She was full to the brim with surging, thrusting cock, Tyler's throbbing flesh sliding through her insides, the slapping sounds of their bodies almost loud enough to drown out the buzzing in her core. She couldn't move her arms, but they flailed in their restraints. She couldn't move her legs above the knees, with Tyler's whole weight pressing them down, but she kicked her shins around until he responded by grabbing her ankles instead of her knees and folding her all the way in half, her feet pressed into the pillow on either side of her head. Even with her extensive yoga experience, it would have been painful if she had room in her psyche for any sensation besides pleasure.

She was talking, she suddenly realized, babbling away uncontrollably. "Yes! Yes yes yes yes! Fuck me, Professor! Fuck me with your big white cock! Fuck me right in my wet little Asian pussy! Make your good little schoolgirl cum for you! Fuck I'm cumming again I'm cumming for you again fuck fuck -" She thrashed her head around, bit down hard on Tyler's hand, maybe a little too hard as he grunted and slowed until she was done. She opened her mouth and it was immediately filled instead with some kind of fabric, infused with some kind of musky flavor; it took her a second to realize that Tyler had wadded up her soaked thong and stuffed it into her mouth to silence her, and what she was tasting now was her own juices from when she'd cum while sucking his dick earlier.

She'd never tasted herself before except on a dick - a white dick, the sluttier part of her brain reminded her, as she'd been finishing it off in her mouth like a good little slut after it had thoroughly conquered and claimed her pussy - and that flavor had been nowhere near as strong as this. She shut her eyes tight and sucked her juices from the pussy-soaked lace as Tyler pounded her harder and harder, and before she knew it, somehow she was cumming again already and there wasn't anything to do but take it, no muscles to move, no sounds to make, just intense pleasure to be thoroughly rocked by again and again.

Tyler's rhythm grew a bit more uneven, his breathing a bit more ragged. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Hannah, I'm gonna... fuck!" He pulled out of her, and she opened her eyes to find his big cock pointing right in her face. He jerked it with one hand, and pulled her thong out of her mouth with the other, and she had the presence of mind to close her eyes and open her mouth right as it began to blast her full in the face.

Her mouth once again empty, Hannah moaned aloud as hot ropes of cum landed across her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids, her forehead, her chin, her neck, and of course, her hungry open mouth and outstretched tongue.

Finally, he was done, and he collapsed onto the bed next to her. The music faded out a second later, and Hannah finally swallowed her copious mouthful of cum so she could catch her breath.

"Holy shit, that was amazing," Tyler panted.

"A little help?" Hannah finally managed to say, giggling. Her eyes were effectively stuck shut - there was cum all over them, and she couldn't wipe it away with her hands still cuffed to the headboard.

Tyler laughed. "Oh, sorry. Where are my manners?" Hannah was expecting him to uncuff her, but instead she felt him gently dab at her eyes with a tissue. She giggled at this - it was sweet, in a weird way, and he was so gentle, and it tickled a bit.

Soon enough, her eyes were clear enough for her to open them and smile at him. "How do I look?"

He laughed. "You're a mess, and it's beautiful. One second." He sat up and started up yet another buzzcore song - this one all low rumbles with no higher whine.

Hannah laughed too. "You're really into this stuff, huh? Hey, feel like uncuffing me yet?"

He smiled at her. "Now where would be the romance in that? I thought you were an old-fashioned girl!" He picked up a joint off of his desk. "Nightcap?"

She giggled. "How chivalrous of you."

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Hannah wasn't exactly sure when she'd nodded off - Tyler had been a perfect gentleman, keeping her cuffed so he could do things for her like hold the joint to her lips or give her sips of water as he told her all of the old-fashioned, romantic things he liked to do to keep his girlfriends happy - but she was woken up the next morning extremely abruptly, by the door being violently thrown open.

"Tyler, you fucking asshole!" A girl with a Mediterranean complexion and a furious expression on her face burst into the room and grabbed the blanket off of Tyler's bed to throw it to the floor.

"Holy shit!" Tyler, still in his underwear, jumped to his feet. "Sophia! I can explain everything!"

"Oh my god!" Hannah jerked awake, tried to move, tried to cover herself, only to find that she was still cuffed to the headboard wearing only her heels, a choker, last night's makeup, and the dried remnants of a giant load of cum all over her face. She was completely helpless.

Sophia pointed at Hannah. "Explain everything? Who the fuck is this, Tyler!"

Tyler held up his hands in a conciliatory pose. "This is Hannah, and -"

Sophia grabbed a book off of Tyler's desk and threw it at him before he could finish the sentence.

"Tyler, help!" Hannah was genuinely afraid for her safety at this point.

"Sorry, one second -" Tyler grabbed the handcuff key and fumbled at Hannah's cuffs, but was impeded by the fact that Sophia had thrown herself at him and was apparently trying to choke him out.

A few terrifying seconds later, the lock popped free and Hannah's left cuff flew open, the cuffs dangling from her right wrist, and then Sophia was grabbing her, pulling her off the bed, shoving her toward the open door before she could get her balance, and then the world went topsy-turvy and Hannah found herself in a heap on the hallway floor. A second later, her clothes were thrown on top of her, and the door slammed shut.

Hannah groaned and attempted to raise a hand to her head, only to find that somehow in the shuffle her hands had gotten cuffed together again. Great. At least this time she wasn't cuffed to anything, and - thank God - the key had ended up outside with her. She reached for it, and ended up falling flat on her face. Lovely.

As she sat there, on the floor of a strange dormitory hallway, naked, with dried cum all over her face, fumbling with a key to remove her own handcuffs, constantly checking in both directions for fear that someone would find her, not even able to begin her walk of shame until she could get her clothes back on, unwillingly eavesdropping on the guy who'd been such a romantic for her last night trying to convince his girlfriend he wasn't cheating on her, Hannah was forced to consider the possibility that maybe her romantic instincts weren't the best in the world.

God, college guys were just the worst. Women who lived in apartments and worked jobs and dated older men never had to deal with this kind of shit, did they? She couldn't help but laugh a bit at the thought. Dating a 35-year-old corporate accountant named Chris Smith or whatever might have its drawbacks, but at least he'd never throw you naked into a public hallway with handcuffs on, right? Maybe Mackenzie really was on to something with -

NO. STOP IT. She took a deep breath. She wasn't jealous of Mackenzie. She wasn't. Even if Mackenzie got to eat at fancy French restaurants, and got to be locked up in bondage every night if she wanted, while Hannah's standards were so low that she'd thought it was really impressive that Tyler had access to the cool, exclusive part of the frat party, and nobody she'd ever met had been courteous enough to so much as tie her wrists together until last night, she wasn't jealous.

Finally, her second cuff popped open and she was free. Good, that was step one. She fumbled around for her thong. First things first. She'd make herself decent now, and confront her bad decisions later.

Even if she had a feeling she could already tell what her conclusion was going to be.

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Raceplay actually makes me really uncomfortable unless it's very mild and the character expressing it is both the submissive and the minority in the situation; otherwise it feels too mean. But I like a little bit of it in those circumstances; hopefully that element didn't turn too many people off.

There are two chapters remaining in The Tessera Method. One concludes Hannah and Mackenzie's story, and the other more heavily involves Dr. Tessera herself. Coming soon!