Faye Gets Her Wish

Mr. Doe skulks around, the sound of howling trees echoing in the background. He tip toes up the hill, goosebumps proliferating along his arm and back.

“I’m not sure I want to go through this.” He glances over his shoulder at Faye.

“Tough shit.” She bites her lip. “You gave your word, remember?”

She grips the frills of her black corset skirt tightly, the wind blowing her hair. As they climb upwards rows of gravestones become visible. Mr. Doe hesitates, looking back every so often at the trail leading back to his Mercury sedan.

“Are you sure you want to do it here? We could always go somewhere, I don’t know…warmer?”

“I said I’m going to do it here and we’re going to do it here, unless you want me to flunk and retake senior year all over again?”

“I would never suggest such a thing!” Mr. Doe gasps.

Faye spins around, exposing the series of laces and loops binding her evening wear together.

“Would you be a gentleman and untie this for me?”

The teacher fumbles as he tries to thread the various laces through the eyes in the back of the dress, feeling self-conscious for the first time in a while. Faye huffs as he struggles to free her from her clothing.

“What’s wrong, teach? Forgotten how to unlace a simple dress?”

“This is anything but simple.”

“Didn’t you like, go to prom when you where 18 or something?”

“That was several miles and a lifetime ago.”

“Well, start acting like a teenager again! Geez!”

The back of the corset finally comes undone, revealing Faye’s petite, pale back.

“Like what you see?” She taunts him.

“Seen one, seem them all, Faye.”

The Goth bristles at the remark.

“You sure know how to make a woman feel good.” She snips at him.

“Well forgive me if my tastes have changed since high school.”

Faye twirls around, exposing the laces around her front.

“Now do these.”

“You like to boss people around, don’t you?”

“Hurry up.” She glances at the digital watch on her right hand. “I don’t have all day.”

Remind me to introduce you to Mindy Mr. Doe thinks to himself.

The teacher completes his task at last, revealing a pair of ample, milky breasts.

“You didn’t wear a bra?”

“I thought I’d make it easier for you, teach.”

He caresses them gently, getting a feel for Faye’s bosom. She lets out a sigh as her nipples harden, helped in no small part by the cool air. She pushes him away softly, climbing out of her bodice and showing off her snug black panties.

“You thought you could run the whole show, didn’t you?” She wiggles her finger at him. “Not tonight.”

Mr. Doe looks on, not quite sure what to make of his charge’s behavior as she climbs out of her underwear, exposing her coarse snow white sex.

“You dyed her pubes? What kind of a person does that?”

“A person who does whatever she damn well pleases. Now lick.”

“Pardon me? I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”

“I do. Now lick, or else I call off the deal off.”

Oh well, the instructor shrugs. At least I get something for my trouble.

He kisses the inside of her thigh tenderly up and down her leg, glancing between smooches at his student’s expressionless face.

“I thought you were going to lick my…”

“It’s called foreplay.” Mr. Doe huffs. “It’s how adults make love.”

“They still teach that in Sex Ed.?”

“They would if it was up to me.”

He abandons the kisses and begins tonguing her in earnest, flicking her labial folds in a series of circular motions as he works from the outside-in. Faye moans softly as she tilts her head back and stares at the whiteness of the moon. She jolts as her instructor quickly discovers her clit, tonguing it lightly.

“Where’d you learn to do that?”

“Let’s just say I’ve been around.”

The licks become more rapid, developing a rhythm of their own as he speeds up his tempo. Her moans grow deep as he attacks her. It’s all she can do not to buckle as she grips his shoulders. He stops short of letting her come as he pulls away.

“Why’d you quit?” Her voice quivers. “I want to come!”

“You’ll come when I let you.”

Mr. Doe guides her towards the ground, unzipping his already creamed slacks.

“Now for the main course.” He slides his cock into her slippery hole, thrusting in and out at a comfortable pace. Faye shudders as he strikes home repeatedly, her cries drifting into the wind. She’s totally at the mercy of this man she’d taunted for well over an hour.

“Three minutes left.” She stutters as she glances at her watch again. “I want you to destroy me!”

Her teacher complies, savaging her box like a Viking. Her watch beeps as they come together, sighing as their bodies lay entwined.

“Twelve on the dot.” She stutters. “You made good on your deal.”

“Don’t go thinking this is a one-time deal. Your B was well earned, but you got miles to go before making good on my proposal.”

“Damn. And I thought I only had to put out once.”

“You’ll be putting out more than that, I can assure you.” Mr. Doe grins.