(This is the follow on from Akari and the Australian. I do suggest reading that account first. Thanks again to Rotorhead450 who endlessly advises, edits and corrects!)
Chapter 1
My name is Conrad Ostle Jr. My friends call me Cord. I am 54 years old. I was born in the sixties. At that time my family were of such standing in London that the Ostle children (there are four of us) could never be seen to get a job. Employment was an admittance of financial crisis. It was low class. Desperate. Dirty. The Ostle family stole so much from conquered civilizations outside of England over the centuries that our wealth was ensured for a thousand years. We children were indoctrinated to carry on the family pride on that matter.
However, I’ve learned to keep a low-profile since the folk of England began pulling down statues of colonial heroes of the past, their names tarnished with plunder and human trafficking. We don’t have any recorded history of slavery, thank goodness, but it’s fair to say illegitimate treasure acquisition was a specialty of my ancestors. These days many families are selling off estate lands, turning homes into museums, cutting off ties with the past. History is what the people who wrote it say it was, and there are new authors in town.
Through it all, the Ostle family held firm on their wealth. We still have our properties, our bonds, our shares in old money institutions. And rather than ‘work’, I’ve spent a lifetime in education, allowing me to interact with the common world without being wholly part of it. I hold the position of Professor, International Studies in Business. Yes, business. I convinced my family that one must understand a religion fully if you are to argue for or against it; and for many people, business is a religion – of which the Ostle Estate is agnostic, if not antagonistic.
I married a young Richmond girl, the right trophy wife for my trophy family. Stunningly blonde, with a small slender body and pert breasts. Her name was Stella. Her smile was an aphrodisiac. Her wit was sharp and playful. Her look was perfectly ‘music-festival’. She’d had plenty of men before we met, but not ordinary people. Stella slept with rock bands and race drivers and politicians. None of them were rich, not properly rich like me – although it wasn’t just my money that lured Stella and kept her – we got on naughtily well.
I had the wealth of an icon of industry, yet the politics of a social and ecological rebel. I had time to play, and could afford to sponsor people along. Stella and I travelled the world, following whims. We did post-grad courses in New York, Singapore and Tokyo. Stella went on a trip with Greenpeace to protest whaling near Antarctica, I did a visiting semester at a sister university in Moscow. We married in Vegas, just the two of us, much to the disgust of my mother – but we allowed our families to hold a debaucherous reception for us.
And the sex. Oh, the sex. Stella was a pocket-sized dynamo, a fucking-machine. If sex was a course at university, Stella would have been dux. Think of something, any sex you can. Stella tried it, and excelled. Animate or inanimate, human or non-human. As a best example, I can explain to you the exact logistics required to get a horse to successfully ejaculate into a small blonde girl. That’s how wicked Stella could be. Her hips were never wide, but the gap between her thighs was massive.
Which is why I didn’t take seriously her comedic speech at the final of her three fortieth birthday parties – announcing her retirement from sex.
“For those who have been at parties at the Ostle beach villa or on holiday with Cord and I,” she grinned to the gathering of mostly her own friends, and definitely not any our family, “You probably know that I’m the greatest fuck the south of England has ever seen.”
The drunken crowd cheered wildly at the unexpected, brazen declaration.
“Behind every successful woman is a good man, and Cord has helped and supported me to do things to people that blew their minds.”
“Not just their minds,” a yell came from the back.
“Of course,” Stella grinned. “Guys cum just watching me fuck. I’ve had guys lined around the corner waiting their turn with the Master. I’m the only woman ever to be tailed by agents from the RSPCA! I’m the Muhammad Ali of fucking. The Patrick Ewing of fucking. The Michael Schumacher of fucking.”
It was classic brazen Stella. And she still looked great. With her kit off, she was nothing over thirty.
“But what do those great men have in common?” Stella asked to the raucous tables.
“Who the fuck is Patrick Ewing?” one person asked, but was ignored.
“They all had a piece of you?” suggested another.
“Nope. Next?”
“You like fucking black guys?” someone yelled out.
“That doesn’t even make sense,” Stella ribbed back. “One more?”
“They are all dead?”
“I don’t think any of them are dead,” Stella scrunched up her face. “No, listen. None of them stopped at the top of their game. All of them played on too long. Past their prime. They all tarnished their legacy by not walking away when they were still number one. When they finished, they were forced to finish. Washed up. Gone. Respect diminished. That’s not going to happen to me.”
Stella let it sink in for a few moments.
“I hereby announce my retirement from sex, effective immediately. I’ve had a great career and I’m absolutely on top of my game. Right now, today, I am the best fuck around, and I’m walking away.”
The back and forth between Stella and the crowd went on for some time. It was great theatre, perfect for Stella to make a splash at her own fortieth birthday party. And even if she meant it, I assumed she meant it was the end of our parties and the group sex, not the end of all sex forever.
You can imagine my surprise and disgust when we got home and I found that there was no getting into my wife’s pussy that night. Or the next night. Nor the following week, nor the following month, nor the following year. Stella had shut the world out of her cunt, and that meant me as well. She had been deadly serious about her retirement.
“But you’re retiring both of us by doing that!” I complained bitterly. “You’re making that decision for me.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Oh, so I can go and fuck some other girls, can I?”
“Of course not. You know I hate cheating. Everything we have ever done has been together and that can’t change now!”
“So? What exactly is the solution?”
“Cord, it’s just sex. I’m not obliged to do it am I? I’m forty, you’re forty-five. It’s time for our next life-stage. We can’t keep doing it forever, right?”
“But you are… in perfect condition for fucking still. There is no need to stop yet.”
“That was my point darling. People shouldn’t play on past their prime.”
“Stella, this is not a game. It’s our life. My life.”
“Exactly!” Stella smiled and kissed me. “And this is the next stage of that. Your wife still loves you, baby.”
That was nine years ago.
You can imagine the angst and frustration I’ve been through since. Especially working onsite at university, surrounded by young women carrying themselves as Stella used to; an unending reminder of what I miss. Thankfully my age gap with them averted the danger of a dalliance. Experimental university girls will go with older men, but not old men. As soon as I turned fifty, I wasn’t even flirting material. I hoped it was respect for age, but I suspect it was disregard for it.
The ridiculousness of masturbation at my age was not lost on me. I’d had seventeen years of Stella’s libido before she quit cold-turkey. Never in any of those years did I need to bring myself off. To return to that world was humiliating. Frustrating. Demeaning. I felt her decision was ungracious and uncaring. It was entirely without empathy. But there was no budging it. My choice was to accept it or leave her.
It was a rotten situation to be in, and I drifted through a sea of frustration for years. It wasn’t until I was fifty-two that I resolved I would more actively respond to the possibility of a sexual affair. Seven years without as much as a blowjob was enough. No one could begrudge me, surely? I wouldn’t go looking for it, but if I came across the chance, I would take it. That was two years ago, and I was still waiting for that chance to appear.
And then came Akari Suzuki.
Chapter 2
My name is Akari. I am from a town called Sanda in Japan. It is not a big town, but it does have the educational administration centre for the region. As a high school alumna of Sanda and a graduate from university in nearby Kobe, I was offered a scholarship to do my Masters degree in London. International Business Studies. It was a wonderful privilege to be selected. My friends and family were very proud. My boyfriend too, though it was a difficult time for us. We couldn’t find a way to go together, his own doctorate studies were at a critical time.
Jordan was only my second official boyfriend, but we were very close and serious. We’d been together for almost three years and I mostly lived out of his apartment. We hadn’t been any more than a day or two apart from each other all that time. We both knew it wasn’t only the support and company of each other we would miss – Jordan and I had sex more than once a day. Unless it was my period, I wouldn’t leave bed in the morning without sperm in me. It was our way of waking up. Of course, we couldn’t go to sleep without doing it either. So, being far away was going to be a tough test.
“Eleven hours flight to Kansai,” I consoled him at the airport. “I’ll be back every break.”
“And Australia for Christmas,” he added.
“Hmm. But we can’t stay there as long as last year. You’ll need you to fuck me day and night after being away that long,” I said, worried. His parents were so religious; we couldn’t even admit we had sex before marriage. When we visited, it was separate rooms. The first few times I went, we only stayed for a few nights then ran away to a tropical resort to be free together, but last Christmas we had stayed ten days. It was torture for us. “No way could I put up with ten days again.”
“One night, two at most,” Jordan entirely agreed.
So, I landed in Heathrow at the end of summer. I lived in a student boarding house in a place called Kingston, in the south west of London. There are lots of university campuses in that area, so students where I lived went to different schools. I was older, too. Most were undergraduates, there were only a few post-grad students as tight on money as me, or without a UK family connection, to need the cheapest student accommodation. I literally slept in a bunk bed with three other girls in the room. Even finding a quiet place to study wasn’t easy.
Overall, I struggled in my first term. New country, new culture, ridiculous food, and a difficult course in a second language. No boyfriend meant no sex, and little privacy meant I couldn’t even use the toys I brought with me. And to add even more stress, my scholarship required an A average to continue the next term payment.
When I got a B on one of my first major projects just before Christmas break, I almost went into meltdown. It was the tipping point. I seriously considered going back to Jordan at Christmas and not returning to London. One of my roommates caught me crying on my bunk. After talking she said that if I thought my grade was incorrect or unfair, I should go to the professor and get it looked at. People complain all the time, she told me, saying I should at least try. So, I made an appointment to meet the Professor.
Chapter 3
When I mark papers from students that I know, I’m extra careful. I don’t want any suggestion of favoritism. If I’m sitting on the fence, I mark down. If someone gets grumpy about their low grade, it’s good for my ‘brand’, and for the student there is the safety-net of an appeal. Post-grad students have the right to request a different person to re-evaluate their grade. So, if I knew someone well enough to be considered a ‘connection’, or if there was a particularly gorgeous and attractive girl in class, I was a tough marker.
I had never spoken directly with Akari, but she clearly fell into the latter category. I never had a thing for Asian girls before Akari, and I’d certainly never slept with one. My fascination with the svelte beauty of Akari was new to me, but it hit hard. I don’t think I’d ever had to hide a boner in class like I did whenever she walked in. There was no reason for me to think of her sexually, Akari did nothing with me or anyone else to put herself out there. In fact, she was a ghost on campus, I rarely saw her out of class. Her clothes were entirely ordinary, Akari never dressed to be sexy – but – some girls are sexy in anything they wear. Akari was case in point. Jeans and jumper, or sweat pants and hoodie, or long dress with a skivvy – anything and everything on her was dripping with femininity.
I didn’t mark her project harder than I normally would for a babe in my class, my B was tough but defendable. If it was re-graded to an A, it would be a soft evaluation, but also defendable. When she made an appointment to see me, I was happy. Firstly, I was glad someone had told her the grade was reviewable. As an overseas scholarship student, I did worry she didn’t know she could appeal. I would be happy if she got a A from someone else’s audit, just not from me. Secondly, it would give me a few moments alone with the girl I was most infatuated with. After nine years of a platonic marriage, just the aroma of that beautiful young woman would give me shivers.
At four in the afternoon on a Friday, the faculty was virtually cleared out when Akari knocked on my door. I had butterflies like a teen, it made me laugh at myself. It was almost dark outside, so I flipped the window blinds shut and opened the door.
“Miss Suzuki, welcome, come in, come in. Take a seat!”
Akari came in, but stayed standing. She took off her huge coat and bag and put them on the seat instead. Oh, short blue cashmere jumper, white collared shirt under it, and jeans. Long, flowing dark hair. So, so gorgeous. I sat behind my small desk to hide the bulge in my pants.
“I’m Professor Ostle. I’ve seen you in class. Welcome, I hear you are on an international program. Japan, is that right? Your first time to live in London? Have you settled in?”
Calm down, I told myself. I was shaking. One question at a time, idiot.
“Yes,” Akari answered. I almost laughed. Yes to all?
“Okay,” I smiled. “What’s on your mind?”
It took Akari a moment to answer. Was she shaking, too?
“Are you okay?” I asked her.
Akari opened her bag and took out her project, neatly clipped into a simple folder.
“E-toh… my project. Can you look at it?” she asked hesitatingly. I reached over and took it.
“Yes, certainly. Yes, I know this. It’s good work,” I nodded.
“Really?”
“Yes, excellent. You have questions about it?”
“Sir. Professor. My grade.”
“A credit. It’s good.”
There was a time of silence. Akari took a breath.
“My scholarship….”
“Yes?” I asked, as softly as I could.
“My scholarship requires an A-average. If not, they stop the funding.”
“Oh,” I said, blushing. I felt immediately guilty. “I had no idea.”
“So, I was wondering if… can you look at it again?”
“Ah,” I replied, trying to hide how red I had turned, realizing the impact of my self-serving, petulant policy of marking tough. “Umm, I can’t myself, but there is a process…”
Akari in turn flushed white.
“Please. I’m not sure I can come back if I get this grade. The money…”
“Miss Suzuki, I’m so sorry for this. Let me start the appeal process straight way,” I said, reaching for a piece of paper. I really hadn’t meant to do her any harm. I felt like a complete heel. I would do everything to fix it for sure.
“Can’t you do it yourself?” Akari asked timidly.
“No, I’m the original marker,” I said, “We need one of my colleagues to look at it.”
“How long will that take?” Akari asked.
“I don’t know. A few days, depending on who I can find with the time to do the review. Certainly, I’d hope before Christmas break.” I quickly started filling in the form, Akari silently watching. She was terribly anxious. I felt so bad. An A wasn’t out of the question for her work, I had no idea of the impact.
“What if…” Akari said, then stopped.
“Hey, sorry?”
“What if I took off my pants. Would that help?”
I stopped writing and looked up, giving my head and my senses a shake.
“Sorry. Can you say that again?”
“Would it help if I took my pants off?”
I didn’t answer. I fought hard to keep myself from cumming. I looked at her face. Was she kidding?
“Your pants off?”
“I don’t mind. If it helps. I can take them off for you.”
The look on my face clearly gave away I would love nothing more.
“Are you… serious?” I stuttered.
Akari looked at the closed blinds and closed door and reached for the button on her jeans, pulling it open. She slowly pulled down her zip. My head spun, the blood disappearing from it into my throbbing erection. Akari put her thumbs in her waist, ready to push her jeans down.
“Here? Now?” I asked, shaking.
“Is it safe?” Akari stopped and asked.
“I, I guess…”
Akari slowly walked around the table toward me. I stood and walked around the table the opposite direction, away from her. Akari looked surprised when I stepped over and opened my office door, quickly doing up her jeans button. I looked up and down the hall. Nothing. I flipped the slide on my door to ‘In Session Do Not Disturb’, then shut and locked it.
“Can I see your phone?” I asked softly.
“Huh?”
“Can I see your phone?”
Akari couldn’t tell why I needed it, but she went into her bag and took her mobile, handing it to me. I looked it over. It wasn’t recording anything.
“Can I look in your bag?” I asked.
Akari was puzzled, but nodded. I checked the bag and in her coat pockets. Nothing sinister, no recording devices.
“Shall I take them off?” Akari asked again, holding her jeans button.
I gulped, and nodded.
“If I do, my grade can be A?”
“I’ll make it happen,” I said quietly, shaking in disbelief. I’ve never done anything like it, I swear. And I knew the consequences. Taking off her pants for the procurement of a better grade. There was no grey area, it was entirely, completely wrong. Dismissal for me, expulsion for her. At minimum. But think where my head was. An A was a reasonable score for the work. If Akari knew how the process usually went, in time I could get her a legitimate A. She didn’t need to pull her pants down for it. Add to that, I’d been adoring her from afar all term; the thought of her in my office half-undressed had me excited like a kid again. And it had been nine years. Nine years. Of nothing.
I had to see what would happen. I had to see between her legs.
Akari undid her button again, and pulled her jeans down over her plain white panties. She leaned down to unsnap the Velcro and kick off her shoes. She left her little pink socks on as she pulled her jeans down over her knees and ankles, leaning past me to put them on the chair over her coat. I turned to the wall and raised the thermostat to thirty, the highest it went.
“I can have an A?” Akari clarified.
“I will get you an A,” I said, shaking.
Akari pulled down her white panties and stepped out of them, holding them nervously as she let me soak in her glory.
“You’re shaved,” I said breathlessly.
“I worried you might not like it,” she said shyly.
“I like it.”
For a time, we nervously did nothing. I reached out and she handed me her panties, I put them on the seat. Akari turned to my table, rested on her elbows and stuck out her ass.
“I can touch you?” I timidly asked.
“Of course,” Akari nodded. She seemed as nervous as me. I was probably the first western guy to lay hands on her. I stepped close and touched her lower back with my palm, running it in circles over her skin. My goodness, she felt sublime. I’d never seen anyone so flawlessly colored and smooth. I ran up her back under her shirt and jumper before I brought my hand down to cup her ass gently.
“I’ve never felt anyone like you,” I panted. Not even Stella was that smooth. Akari didn’t answer. She stared forward as I felt her up, flinching as I ran a finger through her slit. “Geez, you’re wet.”
I pushed a finger in. Akari arched her back. She seemed to like the touch on her insides. It might have been a nine-year wait for me, but as the smell of her pussy rose through my nostrils, muscle memory kicked in. I knew how to make a girl feel good through her cunt. I slopped my finger in and out and around Akari with all the skill of an experienced man. Her clitoris was as responsive as any girl I could remember. Her hole was almost like Stella’s; four fingers was a cinch. Using two hands, I could get three fingers from each hand up Akari, it drove her nuts.
“You love it,” I laughed. “It’s so not what I thought… it’s not what you look like in class.”
Akari pushed back against my fingers, trying to get them in deeper. I obliged, forcing into Akari’s body as far as I could through the hole between her legs. There was no rush. I took my time to scrape her insides and probe until I found her ‘spot’. When I knew I’d tweaked the right place deep up her cunt, I was merciless. Akari held a hand over her mouth to stop herself screaming as she squirted. I felt a tremendous sense of achievement. It was like someone had thrown me a yo-yo after a decade, and I could still spin it like a master; loop the loop, walk the dog, around the corner, rock the baby, it all came flooding back. I played Akari’s cunt like a violin.
“Can I fuck you? Do you mind?” I asked as her hips finished twitching.
“It’s okay. I am here for fucking…”
“You are here for fucking…” I repeated. “Okay. Stand up straight?”
I turned Akari to face me. If I put my cock in her, I wanted her nude. I held her soft jumper and lifted, Akari held up her arms to help. I lay it on the pile on the chair. I started on my own belt and trousers.
“Take off your shirt and bra?” I asked as I pulled my jeans down. I stood in my tented boxers watching Akari undo the last buttons, and hand me her shirt. She reached around to unhook her lacy white unpadded bra.
“Fuck.”
How did those tits stand up like that? Maybe I should have paid more attention to Asian girls when I was younger. Akari threw her bra at the pile then stepped in close to me. She took my boxer waist and pulled down, popping my erection free.
“Do you want me to suck it?” Akari asked gently, reaching out and gripping me.
“Cunt. I want cunt,” I gasped. I did not need foreplay; I was more than ready to nail her.
I picked up the entire pile of clothes and bag off my visitor seat and dumped it onto my desk, scattering pens and a calculator. I sat on the solid wooden chair, cold on my bare ass, but I didn’t mind. I held out my hand and invited Akari to step in, open her legs and sit on my lap. She took my cock and held it upright, looking down to put it in place. There was no mention of a condom by either of us. Holding my cock, Akari slowly impaled herself.
I was hard, she was wet. I sunk easily in, though Akari took it bit by bit, not rushing. As that beautiful girl opened up on my lap, I felt the years melt off me. Each gentle bump up her cunt took a layer of old bark off. Akari was magical and gorgeous. She was young, shaved and entirely naked. My hands were on her ass and my cock melting into her warm-butter vagina. It was a heat I’d not felt wrapped around my erection for depressingly long. When my hard-on reached its full depth, we held there. I twitched my cock and Akari grinned.
“You can feel it?” I whispered.
Akari nodded, her arm on my shoulder. Her hair fell down onto my own jumper. Wanting to feel it tickle my skin, I pulled my own top layer of clothes off as she sat and twirled her hips around the insertion between her legs.
Both naked, I pulled Akari in and kissed her lips.
Wonderful.
Unbelievable.
Therapeutic.
Passionate.
Akari was a fountain of youth. She held me and kissed me and writhed her hips on my cock like I was a man, not an old man. Any generation gap I felt melted away. I was a man, and Akari was an attractive young woman making me feel attractive, too. It was bribery and blackmail, but Akari wasn’t treating it that way. When she kissed my face and neck, her cunt slopping loudly on my lap, the light around me went fuzzy and warm.
“I’ve never had tits like these,” I said as I held and sucked them. “How are they so hard?”
“Just lucky,” Akari smiled. “Careful. I’m seeing my boyfriend at the Christmas break. I better not have any bruises there.”
“Yes, yes, of course. I’m so sorry. God, your boyfriend must love fucking you.”
“He likes it,” Akari smiled.
I brought my lips to hers and kissed again. She sucked on my tongue with her mouth and my cock with her cunt. Akari knew how to fuck, and my instincts were flooding back. It was time to give her a slamming. I lifted us, placing her onto the clothes on my table on her back. Gripping her thighs, I let rip. I pumped her cunt brutally.
I half-expected Akari to be in distress at the pounding I gave her, but no. She wrapped her feet around my back and squealed in delight. The harder I went at her, the more she arched her back and groaned. I pulled out and flipped her over, thumping her doggy so hard the table was moving. I fucked her rotten, until I tired and slowed.
“You don’t have to stop…,” Akari panted.
Astounding.
Remarkable.
I caught my breath and set off again, nailing her, trying to hurt her pussy, but to no avail. Akari could take everything I could give her. At the end of the marathon, with my fitness spent, I sat back on the chair and kissed Akari’s mouth. I spasmed nine years of backed-up sperm into that gorgeous young woman’s bare vagina.
The sex done, Akari gave me a dose of affection. Kissing, talking, thanking me, cleaning me, sitting on my lap and holding me like a lover. I ran my hands gently all over her, amazed that a woman could be so small yet full. I found it hard to let go of those tits. I offered to drive her home, but Akari politely went her own way, her panties in my desk drawer and a wad of tissue in her jeans to catch the semen belching from her.
“Thank you for the sex,” Akari said as she left, which made me laugh.
“Thank you, for your cunt,” I said in return.
“You’ll…,” Akari asked hesitatingly.
“I’ll do it now,” I assured her.
After she left, I filled in the form, washed the smell of sex off me in the bathroom and went to the university bar. After a persuasive few beers, one of my peers graciously signed off on Akari’s re-grade.
A for Akari. It was fitting, I thought, in every way.
Chapter 4
The next time I stood at the lectern was late January after the Christmas holidays. When Akari walked in and took her seat I prayed no one could notice my goose bumps. I could see right through her thick, demure clothes. I knew what those nipples felt like, how they stood hard to the touch. I knew she was hairless between her legs and those small hips held between them a cavernous cunt. She might even be pregnant.
When she came up after the class to talk with me, I tried to be calm and composed.
“Yes, Miss Suzuki?”
“Can we talk?”
“Sure,” I said matter-of-factly, aware that people were still drifting out. “Here? Or perhaps you have time for a coffee?”
“Hmm, coffee. That would be good.”
I packed up quickly and walked sharply, leading the way as a teacher, not walking alongside as a lover might. I picked a quiet part of the university refectory, seating us, then leaving Akari to get two cheap skim-lattes.
“So? How was Christmas break?” I asked, handing her a coffee and sitting.
“Really good, thanks to you,” Akari smiled shyly.
“Me? Why me?”
“I was so stressed about my grade. I thought I wouldn’t be able to afford to continue. Your help took a lot of my stress away, I could enjoy my break, knowing my tuition would still be covered by the scholarship.”
“Hey, hey, come on, you earned it.”
“Really? I’m glad you liked my sex.”
I laughed out loud. “I didn’t mean that! Not earned it by the fuck,” I whispered. “The work was really good, an A for that piece was not out of the question. It wasn’t just a gift to change the grade, your work was good, too.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
“So… you met your boyfriend at Christmas?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You and he…?”
“A lot,” Akari blushed, grinning.
“I was hoping I didn’t get you pregnant.”
“No, no, I am on the pill. I’m home every break so I need to keep it ready for my boyfriend to use freely when we meet.”
“You tell him about us?” I asked.
“No,” Akari said, shaking her head. “If anyone at home knew I had to fuck to get my grades, it would be too embarrassing. I usually get good grades.”
“Akari, seriously, it was good work,” I tried to console her. I sincerely regretted ever having marked it so tough in the first place. By trying to protect myself, I had hurt her confidence unnecessarily. I wouldn’t do that again with anyone.
“I just wanted to say Happy New Year and thank you so much for my grade. It made a big difference.”
“Well,” I laughed, “Thank you for the sex. It made a big difference to me!”
“Really?”
‘Yes. Absolutely. When you came into my office, it had been a long time since I’d had anything like you to play with,” I admitted.
“Me too!” Akari confided. “I hadn’t seen my boyfriend for so long and there is no privacy in my room, I cannot even touch myself there. When I came to see you, it was nice to have sex.”
“Ha! That’s nothing. My wife gave up sex nine years ago.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean it’s been nine years since my wife had sex with anyone. Me included.”
“Why?”
“She wanted to stop. Give it up.”
“Do you have affairs now?” Akari asked, amazed.
“No.”
“You pay girls?” she frowned.
“Not yet.” I laughed. “I’m not sure that’s the right thing for me. I like the way you and I kissed. I don’t think those girls would do that.”
“So… nothing?”
“Nothing,” I confirmed.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. It’s such a waste. You did a really good job.”
I smiled and blushed.
“I’m glad you had a good experience,” I grinned. “And that I didn’t get you pregnant.”
‘Thank you for that day,” Akari said genuinely.
“Thank you, too. If there is any help you need at any time, this is my number. And I DON’T mean just sex. Anything. There’s no need to feel isolated. You’ve got me as a friend here. I can come help you whenever you need.”
If it was private, we would have hugged. Instead, we said goodbye cordially and went on our way. For two months Akari and I didn’t talk, just smiled at each other as I presented class. It was nice having her nearby twice a week.
And then the world pandemic caught up with the UK, in a massive way.
Chapter 5
“Stella, look, she has nowhere else to go,” I said frustratedly.
“How is that our problem?”
“She’s my student.”
“You’re fucking her,” Stella accused.
“I am not fucking her,” I said calmly, and it was true. Fucked, yes; fucking, no.
“We’ve got our son here.”
“We’ve had half a dozen exchange students stay in the attic before, what’s the difference?”
“They were kids! They were here through Josh’s school. This is a twenty-five-year-old woman. He’s seventeen! It’s asking for trouble.”
“She’s only twenty-three,” I corrected Stella.
“How is that any better?” she asked, frowning.
It wasn’t easy, but I got my way. Akari could come and stay in the attic for a few weeks until her boarding house reopened.
Chapter 6
As a Japanese girl overseas for the first time and alone, it was terrifying when the pandemic swept across the world. It all came so suddenly in the UK. At first nobody was worried, not like in Japan. But then in a week in the middle of March the university was told to close, and a few days later we were given one day to get out of our tightly packed boarding house, otherwise it would be our prison for two months.
I was so confused. No one I knew had experienced anything like it, and I needed advice from an old person. So, I called Professor Ostle. Neither of us realized how close we lived; he was across the Thames in Teddington. He came to my boarding house to take a look and said ‘no way’ should I stay there. Shared bedrooms, shared bathrooms, shared common rooms. He said give him a few hours to speak with his family, then he would come get me. I was ordered by him to pack. I didn’t know whether I should be relieved or not. I was nervous and scared to change, but even more so to stay.
“Your car is huge,” I said when I followed him down to the car park.
“I have smaller ones, but I thought I might need this. I wasn’t sure how much gear you had. Your whole life in two suitcases?” he explained.
“I came over with only one. I’ve gathered things.”
In the car, the ride was short, but we got stuck in roadwork on Kingston Bridge.
“I should pay you money for board,” I offered, not wanting to appear ungrateful.
“Don’t be silly. We don’t need… money.”
“Okay,” I considered. “Does your wife still not have sex with you? I can take my pants off for you again. Whenever you want. If you want. I mean… I don’t mind. If you want me to.”
“We better be careful about that,” he said. “My wife has already asked me if I’m sleeping with you. Nobody could ever find out if we did. My wife. My son. The school, they would all kick us both out.’
“I see. But I feel guilty if I don’t pay, or I don’t undress,” I said genuinely. “Perhaps when your family is out, I can give you sex then?”
The Professor sighed. “Let’s play it by ear. Stella has a nose for sex. She would smell your pussy on me for days later.”
“I could suck your cock?” I suggested.
The Professor smiled and nodded. “Let’s see. We’ll take it easy.”
“Your wife, so she doesn’t have sex still?” I asked again.
“No,” the Professor sighed.
“Then I’d like to help. You are helping me so much. I wanna give you something back.”
“Akari, baby, it’s not why I’m having you stay. I swear, I’m not helping you so I can get sex.”
“I know,” I smiled. “That’s why I want to give it to you. At least I can let you see me naked. Your wife won’t smell that right?”
The Professor laughed. “Don’t be too sure.”
When we pulled up at the gates to his house, I was amazed. Most of the houses we passed were stylish, small terraces. The Professor had a different type of house. There was a driveway with a large lawn out front. There were steps up to the huge entrance door, with one set of bay windows to the left of the door, and two seats to the right. Beyond that a double car garage attached to the side of the house. It was two-story, but had windows in the roof above that, too.
“This is a nice place,” I said, surprised.
“Ha! That’s not what my mother thinks. We moved here to get Josh into his high school. Stella wanted our son to break the Ostle cycle, go to a local government school like she did.”
“What’s that water?”
“The Thames.”
“Wow, your side yard is the bank of the Thames?”
“Yeah, all that grassed area across to the hedgerow is our private land.”
“You have your own jetty?”
“Yes,” he smiled. “A little one.”
Inside the house was just as impressive, and warmer than I thought it might be. Not Mrs. Ostle, though, she wasn’t warm at all.
“Oh god, I knew you’d look like that,” she sighed as the Professor introduced us.
“Ah, like what, ma’am?” I asked very politely, smiling.
“Some MetArt beauty,” she sneered.
“Ah, I don’t know what that is,” I said, confused.
“Don’t worry about Mrs. Ostle,” the Professor said, looking at her. “Stella will be a wonderful and polite host, won’t you darling?”
“Of course,” came a lukewarm smile. “Welcome dear.”
“Let me show you your room.”
We went up the big wide stairs to the next level, and then along the hallway. The Professor stopped and knocked on one door, opening it and briefly introducing me to his son Joshua, who shyly said hello, but we didn’t stop to talk.
“He is seventeen. Still a couple of years of high school left. We held him back when he was in kindy, so he’s a year older than most kids in his class.”
“Held him back?” I asked, not understanding what that was.
“Joshua was a really shy kid, especially when he was young. He’s not so bad now, but it was getting in the way of his learning as a kid. Teachers couldn’t get him to talk and he was finding it difficult to have friends. He is still shy, not as bad, but all his friends are online gaming buddies. Still not many real friends at school. But he’s a great kid. Kind, polite, thoughtful. Just not many people get to see it.”
The Professor showed me the bathroom and toilet I would be using.
“You’ll have to come downstairs and use these ones, I’m afraid. There’s no plumbing up in the roof. Do you have your own towel?”
“Yes.”
“Okay come on up, I’ll show you the room.”
A tiny spiral staircase curved up in a corner at the end of the hall. The Professor went up first; there was no room for overtaking if someone was coming up when someone was going down.
“Wow,” I said again when I saw the attic. “All of this?”
“Yeah, it runs across the top of the house.”
“It’s huge!”
“Well, yeah, but because the roof is sloped you have to be pretty short to get any use of it around the edges.”
“I’m short!”
There was a bed up against the very end of the room, the only vertical wall. A window over the bed looked down over the side garden and the Thames. It was stunningly beautiful.
“Why doesn’t anyone stay up here?” I asked, amazed it was a free space.
“Who? Josh prefers the coziness of his room. I have an office downstairs, right under here with the same view and a balcony. Our own bedroom is part of the garden, I’ll show you later. This is really just for when guests use it. It runs over the whole house except the garage. Padding under the floor, too, so perfectly private and noise-proof. We won’t hear you walking around up here even though the floor is wood.”
“Thank you so much for this.”
“The bed’s made with clean sheets, ready to go. If you don’t need that towel just leave it on the hanger there, you can use it when you wash your own maybe. There’re cupboards over here you can use, but space is a bit limited inside on account of the roof. I’ll go get your bags.”
“Thank you so much.”
The Professor disappeared down the stairs. I sat on the end of the bed with the light pouring in the window behind me. I looked at the massive space which was all for me. There was a desk, a nice chair, a long, soft sofa with what looked like a wooden crate as a coffee table. There was a huge TV, cables running into it. There were some cupboards and drawers, and the lights from the ceiling were like some old-style western movie. The open spaces of the room had rugs. I took out my phone and took photos and a video to send home.
The Professor lugged each bag one at a time up the spiral staircase.
“There’s no door as such, so you can’t get locked privacy, I’m afraid.”
“That’s fine,” I assured him. “Are you busy? Do you want to help me unpack?”
“Sure.”
I took the bag with all the school books and laptop and iPad and study stuff and asked the Professor to open my personal case. When he saw the sorts of things inside, he asked if I really wanted him going through such private things.
“You left your orgasm inside my vagina already. What do you think is my more private thing?” I teased.
The Professor blushed, then picked up a dozen strips of contraceptive pill.
“I told you, I’m safe to fuck if you want. My doctor back home gave me two years of medicine before I went away.”
“Don’t they have a use-by date?”
“I don’t know,” I shrugged.
“And these?” he asked, smiling and holding up my sex toys.
“I might be able to use them finally, now I have a room to myself.”
“I’ll put those in the drawer by the bed, then. And these?” he asked, pulling out my small sets of lingerie and sleepwear.
“I haven’t used those either since I’ve been here. I was going to do videos with my boyfriend, but I never had the privacy.”
“Well, that’s solved,” he lifted his arms to say.
“Let me try them on for you,” I said. “Is it safe?”
“I don’t know. I guess so.”
I pulled my jumper over my head, and onto the bed. I undid my jeans and shuffled them down and off as well. I walked close to the Professor and faced away from him. I pushed my backside gently to him.
“You can take my pants off.”
The Professor softly held my bare ass as he forced my panties down to the floor. He reached around and gripped my mound.
“I loved that you were shaved when you undressed in my office.”
“I was worried you wouldn’t like it.”
I lifted my long-sleeve undershirt up and off, and asked the Professor to undo my bra. Just like that I was naked in his house. The Professor reached around and gripped my breasts and kissed my neck.
“I want to be fucked,” I groaned, reaching behind to get at his pants.
“It’s too dangerous,” he said. “Your smell will be too obvious.”
“Even if we’re quick? Please.”
“Oh, god, this is torture,” he said.
“Use my vagina. Have your orgasm in there. You can be quick, I don’t mind.”
“Oh, please, don’t tempt me.”
“I owe you so much. Let me repay you. You can have my vagina. Really. Please. Put your orgasm in me.”
“Akari. Thank you, seriously. I would live up here in this room with you if I could. But you are walking hormones. Your smell will already be through all my clothes. If I fuck you now, we will get caught.”
“Okay,” I conceded, letting go of his pants, and gripping his hands as they squeezed my tits. “But I feel bad if you don’t take my money, or if I don’t give you my body. Can I clean the house? Do the washing or housework at least?”
“Maybe,” he laughed. “I’ll tell Stella you offered, see what she says.”
We unpacked the rest of my things. I didn’t try on the lingerie, I simply stayed naked, I think the Professor liked me walking around that way. When he was leaving to go downstairs, we kissed goodbye like we were about to miss each other tremendously. I loved the way he gripped my ass so tightly, I felt like I was in the arms of a strong man.
“Thank you,” I said again as he started down the steps. “And remember, whenever you want me, you can have me.”
“Got it,” he winked.
Chapter 7
Mrs. Ostle told the Professor she didn’t need my help, but then ordered me around doing a lot of housework anyway. The entry floor was wood and had to be polished, the next floor had carpets for the Hoover. Windows, weeds, pack and empty the dishwasher. They fed me though, every time. I was never asked if I wanted food or what type of food I wanted, but there was always a portion serving for me on the kitchen bar or the dining table.
Joshua and I got on quietly. He was nervous around me, as I supposed he was around all girls. I tried to make him feel at ease by paying attention to him, but most times he just blushed. For sure Josh had never had a girlfriend before, so I tried to be as nice as I could and help him out.
The privacy of my room was wonderful. It was warm and quiet. I could study, watch TV movies, and masturbate without anyone disturbing me. I had three toys; a rabbit and dildo that Jordan bought me, and secretly I’d kept the vibrating egg that Will gave me in high school. I had never let Jordan see it, but sometimes over the years I had used it on myself, reminding me of my high school tutor finding it in me all those years ago.
The rabbit drove me crazy, but the dildo was nice to go to sleep at night. It was big, the biggest we could find in Japan. After two months away from Jordan, nor any privacy, it took a few days for my vagina to open up on it again because of the size. Once I was able to finally get it in, I tried to leave it in as much as I could so my vagina didn’t shrink again. My calls with Jordan back home were more like we hoped they would be. He loved watching me do things to myself, and I made him do some embarrassing things, too. It was fun, but we missed each other. No one really knew how long the lockdowns would last. No vaccines were even close to ready.
The three members of the Ostle family were almost always home. Mrs. Ostle had a desktop in the kitchen sunroom, where she wrote articles for famous, glossy art and fashion publications. The Professor ran online classes from his office. I asked if I could sit in ‘live’, but he didn’t want anyone to know I was staying with him. I would sometimes get private lessons from him, even advice on my assignments – but always with his office door open. He would never come up to my room, I guess for fear of being tempted. Even in the colder times in April, I never wore pants up there, just in case he came up, I wanted to show him I was ready whenever he asked. But it didn’t happen.
Until it did. Finally.
Mrs. Ostle and Joshua went to visit her mother for her birthday. It was completely against the lockdown rules, there was lots of fights downstairs about it. Neither the Professor nor Josh thought they should.
“You didn’t push like this for my mother’s birthday at Easter,” I heard him argue. “It’s one birthday. Let it go.”
“She’s seventy-six, there may not be another one.”
“She’s fit as a fiddle. Stay here. I’ll cook, we’ll have a long call. A virtual scrabble game. She won’t mind.”
“Cord, I’m going.”
So, Mrs. Ostle went, forcing Josh to visit his grandmother, too. The first I knew of it was footsteps on my spiral staircase. It was such a shock, I couldn’t recognize which one of them it might be, so I scrambled to take the spare towel and cover my nudity. That day was warm, I hadn’t put any clothes on at all. Back at Jordan’s apartment I never wore clothes, he liked me to be always ready to be fucked. So, in my isolated room I had sometimes taken to doing the same.
When I saw the Professor, and saw he was alone, I put the towel back and walked naked across the large room toward him. We fell into a deep, passionate kiss; him fully clothed, me fully naked.
“You’re always naked up here? You are torturing me,” he said.
“Well, I can get dressed if you want?”
The Professor laughed. “No need.”
“You’ve come to fuck me?”
“I’ve come to fuck you,” the Professor confirmed.
“Where are they?”
“Out. An hour to get there. Lunch. An hour back. We’ve got time to do it and clean up.”
“Oh, I’m glad I can finally repay you something. Mrs. Ostle won’t even take my money for food.”
“We don’t need money, Akari. You don’t need to worry, really. Taking your money would be embarrassing, the Ostles are famous for being impeccable hosts.”
“Well, I give you my vagina instead. You wanna fuck it straight away, or you prefer to look at my body for some time first?”
“I can look while I fuck,” the Professor laughed. “Get on your hands and knees on the bed. I’m going to give you a long, rough pounding. I’ve been waiting for this for too long.”
I did as I was told, and the Professor did as he promised. All his anger and frustration at his forced celibacy poured lava into the veins of his erection. I worried that either myself or the bed would break, wondering which would come first. It was an angry fuck, not something I had experienced before. That wonderful, gentle man was trying his hardest to hurt my vagina with his cock. He was stabbing me with it, rather than fucking me. Pounding, thrashing, splitting me. I could feel I would have bruises. Even my breasts hurt from snapping back and forth so sharply under me.
It only stopped when he finally exploded deep inside me. Sweat poured from both of us. He collapsed onto my back, pushing me to the mattress. His erection took an age to subside, finally plopping out with a cupful of white goo.
“Akari, can I stay up here with you?” he panted, finally rolling off.
“I’d like it,” I shrugged. “It is your house, your bed. You can stay.”
“Your cunt…,” he puffed.
“You like it?”
“Yes. I like it.”
We stayed quietly side by side for a time, recovering. My vagina was battered and stung. It was lucky I’d been using the big dildo to keep my size, or it would have felt worse.
“Can we shower together?” I asked.
“Yeah. Sounds good. Come on.”
The Professor took my hand and led me down the staircase, both of us naked, feeling very naughty and excited to walk all over the house with no clothes. We spent some time in his office; he took photos of me naked sitting at his desk and then carefully on the balcony when we thought no one was looking. We went down and spent a little time in the kitchen, having a drink and some dried fruit snacks. The Professor showed me around their gorgeous bedroom which was like a conservatory in the garden. It was amazing and unique.
We showered in his and his wife’s private bathroom. Afterward, the Professor said he wanted to exert some revenge on his wife by fucking me on their bed. I felt a bit bad to be naked on the sheets that Mrs. Ostle slept. The Professor put me on her side so that my naked body was rubbing over the material she would sleep on later. As strange as it was, it felt good to finally be fucked by a man again.
We finished as late as we could, then showered again up in my bathroom. Afterward we sat in the big living room downstairs playing video games, the Professor dressed but me in the nude – until we finally saw the car come back in the drive. I slipped a conservative summer dress over my naked body.
It was like the Professor and I had a day off from lockdown. A holiday from our prison. I felt thoroughly and satisfyingly fucked. My vagina was sore, but at peace again.
Chapter 8
All of the month of May was warm, but there was never a time when Mrs. Ostle and Joshua went out together again. It was either everyone by themselves for shopping or exercise, or the Professor and his wife would go out together. Having seen me play video games with his dad that day (as a cover for what we were really doing for four hours), Josh started to ask me to play with him as well. I wasn’t very good but it passed the time, and helped Joshua open up a little bit more to me. I also got to meet his friends online, because they were playing the same games from remote locations. I tried to keep up with the shoot, bash, race-type games but Joshua eventually conceded to get Animal Crossing for me, so that we could do something more fashionable and constructive. His friends teased him, but I could tell they were jealous that Josh had company, and they were all home alone with their folks.
There were times that the Professor and I were alone and could talk, but he never ventured up the spiral staircase. I hoped he might come in and at least peek at me, or watch me have a shower, but he wouldn’t dare. I understood; if there was any suspicion of the two of us, we would be out of university and maybe out of a home.
At the end of May I overheard an argument the family were having in the kitchen one morning. I couldn’t really tell what they were saying, but it seemed to be about Joshua. When we were alone playing games later that day, I carefully asked what was going on. It took a while until he opened up.
“Next Friday is my birthday.”
“That’s great. How old will you be?” I checked.
“Eighteen.”
“My god, that’s so cool. Congratulations, you are a man!”
“Tell that to my mother! My friends organized a birthday party for me but the place we were going is shut because of the lockdown. So, I asked if they could come over here for a party, and my mum says no-it’s-against-the-lockdown-rules, but you saw what happened on her own mother’s birthday? She can drag us over there for that, but she won’t let any of my friends come here for my birthday.”
“What does your dad say?”
“He’s not helping either. He says my mother shouldn’t have done that, so just because she did the wrong thing doesn’t mean that I should do the wrong thing, too.”
“So, what happens? What did they say you could do for your birthday?”
“Just a dinner here for us. Maybe order some fancy takeaway and have dinner here like we do every other day of our lives.”
“Oh, I agree, that’s not good. You’ve got to do something interesting and special.”
“Lockdown sucks,” he said
It was true, it did, but I had to say that my circumstances had been better because of it. School was still going ahead remotely, and the course professor was downstairs from my room to help with questions. My living conditions were better, I could have much better online sex with my boyfriend now and I even had one day of seriously being fucked by my host and teacher.
“We will think of something interesting don’t worry! What day is your actual birthday?”
“The fifth. Next Friday.”
“What was the original plan?”
‘They booked us into a place in Hammersmith.”
“A restaurant?”
“Sort of,” he avoided.
“What?”
It took a long time for Joshua to tell me, but it turned out that they were all going to go to a strip club for the first time. You have to be eighteen to get in there and Joshua was the last of the four of them to turn eighteen. The group promised themselves that when all of them were legally able to go, they would all visit together for the first time.
“Oh, that’s such a cool plan!” I smiled, making him feel less embarrassed about telling me. “Can’t you boys still do that now with some sort of online thing, some virtual thing?”
Joshua scrunched up his nose. “Not the same. Anyway, with my parents here, there’s no chance of being sure that they’re not gonna walk in on the whole thing.”
Hmmm, I thought.
“Okay, I’ve got an idea for your birthday,’ I said.
“Hmph,” Joshua said. “What could be a good idea in this miserable lockdown?”
“Your birthday is Friday the fifth, right? So technically you actually turn eighteen at midnight on Thursday the fourth. At just after twelve in the morning Thursday night it’s actually Friday, and officially your birthday, right? So, we get your friends together online Thursday night at midnight, that way there’s a good chance all your parents will be asleep, right? No walking in on you.”
“Yeah okay, but then what? I don’t wanna watch some chat room online thing with those guys.”
“No. Not that. I’ll do a strip for you boys.”
Joshua looked at me blankly. “Sorry, what was that?”
“You guys were going to go to a strip club. It’s your eighteenth birthday It’s a special day. Let me be the stripper. They come online and you come up to my room, it’s quiet up there. It’s so far from your parents’ bedroom it should be safe. I’ll give you a live strip show and the boys can watch online.”
“Are you serious?”
“Would you like me to? Are you interested in Asian bodies?” I asked. “You can be honest. I won’t mind. Everyone likes different things.”
“Ah…,” Josh stammered. “I like your body. I just… I don’t know. I worry that somehow I’ll get in trouble.”
“If your parents found out, yes, but you’re officially an adult that day so I won’t have done anything wrong. But you need to make sure that you and all of your friends could keep this to themselves. You couldn’t let them tell their parents at all. Do you think you can trust them with it?”
“I do, actually,” Joshua nodded. “But… you’d really do that? You would take your clothes off in front of me?”
“It would be fun,” I smiled, “As long as we didn’t get in trouble with your folks.”
“You really don’t mind… taking your pants off? Showing me your…?”
“Do you want to see it?”
“Of course. Yes.”
“Then we are okay! You’re not my brother. I’d like to help. Make your birthday special.”
So that was that. We had a plan. Joshua said his friends went nuts at the idea. Josh himself bounced through the days leading up to his birthday, almost too suspiciously. His parents wondered why he was suddenly not upset any more about no party, no gathering. Josh just shrugged and said his friends would transfer the party to July when the pubs open. It was just plausible enough.
Chapter 9
On the Thursday evening before Josh’s birthday, both of us fed his parents wine hoping it would help them sleep soundly. From the attic to the garden bedroom was as far as you could get away from each other, but better to be sure that nothing could be heard. I went up first to prepare my make-up and clothes. I was wearing my robe over my outfit when I heard Josh come up my spiral staircase at eleven-thirty. It was the first time he had been up there since I arrived.
“Are they asleep?”
“They’ve gone to bed, yeah, and the house is completely turned off and locked downstairs.”
“Are you nervous?” I asked him
“Completely,” he shivered.
“You wanna go through with it, still? I’m going to take all my clothes off; I won’t have anything covering me. Are you going to be okay with that?”
Josh said nothing, just nodded.
“How far do you want me to go?” I asked him. “I should do a lap dance after I’m undressed, but… should I take your clothes off too?”
Joshua took a huge breath and shook his head. “Not in front of my friends. I would be too embarrassed.”
“Okay, I understand. But we have to make them jealous for your birthday,” I grinned, “So I’ll let you do some things to me okay?”
“What?” he asked, terrified.
“Don’t worry, I’ll guide you through it.”
We set up my laptop on the desk showing the room using Teams. Josh’s three friends could log in on their own computers or iPads to connect with it. Those boys would then do a group FaceTime from Josh’s phone at the same time. Two viewing screens. That way they could get the static view of the whole room, and also Josh could move the camera around to show the details of what was happening close to him.
As midnight ticked over it was obvious that Josh was a bundle of nerves.
“Hey, before we start the calls,” I said, thinking on my feet. “Come. Quickly sit on the sofa. You are way too on edge.”
I pushed him to sit and then crawled between his legs, quickly undoing his button and zip. I reached in and pulled out a completely raging hard-on. Josh was entirely shocked at the speed and ferocity my attack on his pants.
“Orgasm in my mouth,” I said, “Quickly, before we start, otherwise there’s no chance you will enjoy this as much.”
I struck down onto his cock with my mouth. I used my thumb and forefinger to ferociously tug as I bobbed my head. Joshua tried as hard as he could to stay with me and enjoy it, but lost himself. He blew explosively into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed and then cleaned, squeezing his cock to suck all the drips out.
“Okay, do your pants back up and then let’s get started. It should go better now.”
Josh was in shock. It took him a moment to regain composure. When he stood, packed his tool away and redressed, he turned on both call systems in a daze. We were a few minutes late because of the blowjob, but that didn’t stop the excitement of the boys on the other end. They immediately launched into a loud and delightful version of the happy birthday song.
Then it was my turn. They cheered as I pushed Josh down onto the sofa where I had just drunk his orgasm, and stood back up. I turned my two desk lamps my way like a spotlight in the dark. I took off my robe and the boys online cheered. Underneath I had a white shirt with a tie, and a denim miniskirt. I picked up a pair of spectacles and a long ruler to do my best to look like the boys’ teacher. The way they cheered so loudly I worried about the amount of noise out there, and whether they would wake their families at their side, but I pushed on.
On my Spotify I hit the playlist that I made specially, coming through the Bluetooth speakers connected to my phone – but not too loud. I didn’t want to wake the Professor or Mrs. Ostle. The first song was ‘When I kissed the teacher.’ All through that song I just danced and moved my body around to make them feel attracted to me. I didn’t even start to take anything off. Josh couldn’t help but smile, and the noise coming through the online systems was hilarious.
Teachers Pet was a great sultry song to follow and I started lifting my miniskirt, showing the lingerie panties that Josh’s dad had held up on my first day at the house. I undid some of the buttons from the bottom, showing my bare, flat tummy. I finished the song by taking my miniskirt off, leaving me in my underwear and shirt and tie. The shirt hung low over my pussy and ass, but my bare thighs were nicely scandalous.
The next song was Leonard Cohen’s Teachers. I surprised the guys by sliding my panties off and throwing the tiny thong at Joshua. My shirt covered me still, but the edge on the night skyrocketed. The boys probably weren’t really sure that I would go through with a full strip, and yet here I was so early with absolutely no pants on. I went to my cupboard where I had secretly bought and put a bottle of champagne and two cups. I rubbed the bottle all over my body and between my legs before opening it with a pop. I brought the bottle back down between my legs and under my shirt. I didn’t let them see, but it was obvious that the top of the bottle was pushed up inside my vagina. I was fucking myself with it. After a time, I pulled it out and held it up, prodding at the top with my fingers, showing the pussy gunk that had covered it. I then walked around and got Joshua to drink straight from the bottle, mixing pussy juice and champagne as his first happy birthday drink. Cheekily he put his hand up under my shirt and gripped my bare ass, lifting the shirt so the boys on the laptop camera could see that he had hold of me with no pants on. I poured the drink into the cups and took a huge gulp. I was thirsty.
The next song sped things up, Nick Jonas’ Teacher. I started flicking the bottom of my shirt around, at first showing them my bare bottom but then turning around – and to the stunned surprise of everyone showing them that I had a completely shaved cunt. I really did worry that those boys would wake up their families, the way that they were shouting their approval at me. I tied up my shirt tails and danced and swayed with all of my bottom half on show. I pulled my slit open for them to see my insides as much as I could as I danced around. Josh had a hold of his penis through his pants, it was lucky we got him to cum before we started, otherwise I think he would’ve made a mess in there already. Before the song finished, I had all my buttons on the shirt undone, showing those boys my breasts in my small lacy bra.
The music slowed down after that with a song called The Art Teacher. I think it may be a song about a gay guy, but my audience weren’t listening closely to the words. I pulled the chair over and sat in the spotlight, spreading my legs wide and undoing my tie. I let the shirt drift down my arms to the floor. I slowly took my bra away, letting those boys soak in my tits, before playing with them, then slowly fingering myself. I expected those boys would have their penis in hand, too. Josh was gripping the outside of his pants fiercely.
The last song on my list was Another Brick in the Wall. I was completely nude. Energetically I took my rabbit vibrator and hammered myself with it, standing, then sitting, pulling on my hair as I fucked myself in tune with the powerful beat. I came close to giving myself an orgasm.
When it all finished, I was exhausted. I pulled the vibrator slowly from my vagina, flicking some of the muck off and setting it in the coffee table. I stood and took a huge drink of champagne I was so thirsty, and let those boys drink in my body.
They were yelling at me to please not stop. I went to my phone to choose my ‘favorites’ playlist. I flipped through to an extended version of ‘Killing me softly’. I stepped around the table and sat on Joshua’s lap, facing him. His friends went crazy as I pushed my breast to his mouth and made him suck my tits. I took his phone and showed it on the camera for them. I took his hand and brought it between my legs and I told him to finger me. I turned around on his lap, facing the lap-top camera so they could see his fingers inside my vagina.
I wanted more but was conscious of Josh asking me not to undress him in front of his friends. So, instead I spent the song wriggling on his lap, directing his hands and lips to all parts of my body. I hit ‘repeat’ and got Josh to do the same, but with the rabbit vibrator instead of his fingers. He was so timid, it was cute. I had to keep asking him to do it harder. It was a great show for his friends. When the song finished the second time, I stood and said goodbye to the boys online and turned off the laptop. After a great deal of whining, I got Josh to turn off his phone too, saying good night to the boys.
“Can you get undressed now? Can you come into bed?” I asked, standing in front of Josh.
“I don’t think I would last very long,” he admitted.
“It’s okay, just let me keep your sperm in my vagina on your birthday, as a present.”
“I’ll get you pregnant,” he worried.
“I don’t mind. I’ll have an abortion later, I promise,” I teased him, not saying I was on the pill. “But tonight, I’ll let you get me pregnant. My present to you.”
I waited in bed for him to undress and join me. Joshua was shaking nervously but when he got on top of me, he was so hard and I was so wet it was effortless for his erection to slide up me. It was his first time but Josh didn’t embarrass himself too badly. He was able to fuck me from above long enough, then we rolled over so I could send myself crazy masturbating on his erection. I got five minutes out of him before he blew into me. Even then, as a young man his erection stayed hard enough for me to keep fucking until I sent myself over the edge, too.
I fell onto Josh and we kissed.
“Happy birthday, Josh. I hope it’s a special one,” I said as his erection finally shrank out of me.
“I love lockdown,” he said, and I laughed. “Best birthday of my life.”
“And the day has only just started,” I reminded him.
“Can we… keep doing this?” Josh asked. “Or is it just my birthday present?”
“I have a boyfriend. Three years. We’re pretty serious, we do FaceTime most days.”
“Virtual sex?” he asked, his face dropping.
“Don’t be disappointed,” I begged him. “I didn’t do this to make you feel bad later. I wanted you to have a special birthday. Something memorable.”
“So, I still have until midnight tomorrow night?” he asked cheekily.
“Yes, okay, that’s fair,” I grinned at his cheek. “But no way can your parents ever know, they’ll kick me out.”
“So, I can sleep here with you now?”
“I’ll set the alarm for five. You better get back to your room before your folks are up.”
After setting the time, I fell blissfully asleep, in the arms of a naked man for the first time in England.
Chapter 10
When I was shaken awake, it was daylight. The Professor was gently rocking my shoulder.
“Shit! Where’s….” I said, trying to get my bearings.
“Where’s what?” the Professor grinned. I could hardly say where is Joshua.
“Huh? Sorry, I was dreaming. What’s the time?” I asked looking around. Thank goodness Josh was gone.
“Ten.”
“Where is everyone? Why are you in here?”
“Stella took Joshua to get his present. They’ll be a couple of hours at least. Shove over.”
The Professor dropped all his clothes quickly and shuffled into my bed.
“It feels like you have had sex in here. Been online with your boyfriend?” he teased me.
“Yeah. A big one last night.”
“Your vibrator is still on the table over there. Did you fuck that champagne bottle? It stinks of pussy.”
“So be gentle with me,” I begged, kissing the father of the son I’d gone to bed with just hours before. I opened my legs and let the Professor’s erection slide into the same place his son’s had just come out of. And like his son a few hours earlier, he ejaculated into my vagina, both of their sperm swimming up my body into my womb. We showered together in my bathroom afterward, but didn’t dally, those other two weren’t guaranteed to be out for long. The Professor asked me to wear something ‘nice’ and not wear any underwear on top or bottom for the day.
“Sure,” I smiled. “But no fooling around when Mrs. Ostle or your son might see.”
“Agree completely,” he nodded. “But when they aren’t, pull your skirt up for me?”
“Sure,” I smiled, after all, the Professor was my sponsor, not Joshua. I owed the Professor regular use of my vagina, not his son… although it was Josh’s birthday – so whilst I pulled my dress up for the Professor to ogle me when only he was looking, I also pulled it up for Josh to drool over me when only he was looking. And it was much easier to find myself alone with Josh than his dad. In a way we were becoming buddies, and before his birthday it was obvious to everyone that we were entirely platonic. So, on his birthday it wasn’t difficult to find ourselves alone somewhere in the house. I let him look and touch as much as he wanted, as his birthday present. At night, after dinner and after his folks were gone to bed, we snuck quietly into our shared bathroom for a shared shower, then up the spiral staircase to my room. I sat on Josh’s lap on the sofa with his penis forced squarely up my vagina.
Josh learned a lot in that twenty-four hours about the anatomy and sexuality of women. It was a crash course. I made him swear he wouldn’t be upset when I didn’t keep having sex with him, though. Politely he agreed. I sensed he appreciated what he had, rather than lamented what he may lose. I let him stay in my bed again, given he was good at getting up at the morning alarm – unlike me who slept completely through it. I took Josh’s sperm in me again; in the back of my mind wondering, if I was accidentally pregnant, could DNA testing tell if it was the father’s baby or the son’s? Of course, I was on the pill, I wouldn’t be pregnant from those guys – but I didn’t tell Joshua. There was an edgy thrill to the thought that he might be getting me pregnant each time he came in me, and I didn’t want him to think my pussy was available on an ongoing basis. If he knew I was on the pill, he was more likely to expect to have a dip from time to time. If I could say hey, I’m not pregnant, we got lucky, it was a better chance of stopping there; not risking it again.
Josh’s present from his parents, by the way, the one that his mother took him out to pick up was a kitten. He’d always wanted one apparently, but they’d always found a reason not to. His mother had hoped it would go some way to make him feel better about missing out on his birthday.
“This has been the best birthday ever,” he told his mother. “I’m starting to enjoy lockdown.”
In the days after Josh’s birthday, he was walking on a cloud. I overheard the Professor conceding to his wife that, against his judgment, the kitten had worked better than he ever expected.
“That boy. I wish he’d grow up. What eighteen-year-old lad gets all gooey over getting a kitten for his birthday?” the Professor lamented.
“See? I know my son. He’s still my little boy. Don’t feel bad, we’ll lose him someday, don’t rush him away.”
I shook my head at how disconnected parents could be. If anything, I looked after the kitten more than Josh did. But at least they had no idea I had put on a show for him and his friends, nor that I let him into my bed for two nights.
Chapter 11
Given Josh now knew my body so well, I didn’t lock the bathroom door anymore when I showered. More often than not he came in to look when he heard me in there. Cheekily, I did it to him sometimes, too. He was always hard around me, which was flattering. We were good at not letting his parents get wind of what I had given him as a birthday present, nor the peeking we did since. I know that because two weeks after Josh’s birthday, his mother took him to get the kitten’s vaccinations. The Professor appeared up my spiral staircase, pulling at his pants. I wasn’t wearing clothes up in the privacy of my room, so he was in me only moments after I saw him.
“You said I could do this anytime,” he said, pumping my vagina brutally from above, looking into my eyes. “Do you still mean it?”
“Of course!” I said emphatically. “I don’t pay you back enough. I owe you so much for letting me live here. You can fuck me as much as you want.”
“I’m so sorry you’ve not been able to have sex very much. It must frustrate you as much as me.”
“I have my toys, and my boyfriend online,” I shrugged, my body moving with each of the Professor’s thrusts.
“I know. But it’s not the same as in person. I’m sorry I’m so cold to you downstairs. I want to flirt, I want to touch as we pass, but dare not draw suspicion. You must be lonely for adult conversation. You’re so good to spend time with Josh, but I know he’s such a kid.”
“Well,” I said, “I haven’t been that friendly to him. I think your wife thinks I’m a danger for him, so I try not to get too close in case she gets upset. I don’t think she likes me.”
“Hmm,” the Professor said, our conversation not interrupting his cock driving roughly up me, trying to get further in each stroke. “You are everything she was twenty-five years ago. She’s a beautiful woman gotten older, she hates all youthful beauty, not just you.”
“But I’m in her face every day.”
“I know. But I know she thinks having you here has made Josh less grotty. His table manners are better since you’ve been here. He sees you doing housework politely, so he complains less about being asked. He sees how well you mix study with playing, not overdoing the Nintendo, setting time limits, it’s a good influence.”
“Really? I feel like I’ve been rude. Never once have I asked him up here to study or watch TV. I feel like I’ve been very distant. I worry you two won’t be happy if he’s up here in my room.”
“Ha!” the Professor laughed. “I’m the one that needs to worry about being seen up here, not Josh! Now you’ve been here this long, you don’t have to worry about us worrying about Josh. He’s such a kid, doting after that kitten.”
“Can we… can you kiss me, suck my breasts? Talk more after?” I said, my vagina starting to pour juices. The Professor’s erection was giving me a rising buzz.
“Of course!”
I was a sex-toy for the Professor. It wasn’t his fault, I had offered my body to get a good grade, and now I was letting him use my body as a substitute for board. And he was enjoying himself, throwing me around the room, trying to get me go crazy, to be fucked so hard I would be sore for a month. He nailed me, left his orgasm in me, then we showered in my bathroom. He went to his office afterward by himself to run an online lesson. I joined it from the space above his office. I kept my camera off, staying naked. Air and sperm leaked onto the tissue I had on the seat. I shook my head at how bizarre it was, and how all these people online had no idea I had just been nailed senseless by our lecturer.
Chapter 12
In June, Josh’s high school reopened for the last four weeks of term, and there were reports that shops might reopen in July as the worst of the infection rate passed. Even so, my family in Japan, Jordan and I made the tough call that I wouldn’t come home for the summer break. There were so few flights and the prices were madness. Even if I went back, I would need to be in quarantine when I arrive in Japan and self-isolation when I came back. Six weeks break would become two weeks break with four weeks home-prison — and where would I isolate in the UK? If I didn’t travel overseas, the Ostles were happy for me to keep living in their roof, but not if I travelled and returned. Even Mrs. Ostle was being polite. The Professor again said that she admitted my impact on Josh was an unexpectedly positive one – he was definitely pulling his weight more around the house, following my example. More and more Josh and I were left in the house together, or we could be in our bathroom, or be up awake beyond his parents. If I knew we couldn’t get caught, I’d take my top off or my bottom off for him to look. He was so happy, it was cute. To keep him from getting too many ideas I didn’t get completely undressed unless I was in the bathroom – and even then, it was no touching and he had to be dressed and ready to get out if we thought someone might be coming.
For a time, when Josh’s school restarted, there were more times the Professor was home alone with me, so he could use my body to have orgasms more, too. When it was safe, he most liked to get me under the sheets in his own bed, on the wife’s side so she would sleep that night in sheets that my naked body had been rolling through.
“I thought you worried about my sex smell,” I said as he blew a million sperm deep in my vagina.
“As long as it’s not on me,” he said, lifting us to go take a shower.
When school finished and the pubs opened, the sun came out in support. Living on the bank of the Thames was like living on a party strip. Summer boats were constantly coming past. If Mrs. Ostle was out, I would lay on a towel on our grass or on the small dock in my most flattering bikinis. Boats would circle back to check me out and sometimes be lewd, but I felt safe. Down at Teddington Lock there was a small public beach that no way I would go wearing my t-back or string swimwear, but I felt safe on our property.
It was a weird dynamic when both the Professor and Josh were out there together with me. Neither of them wanted the other to know how interested they were in my naked backside, or all the skin my breasts were showing. It was fun. Both of them couldn’t take their eyes off me – though both had seen under my clothes, there was no imagination needed. Josh had seen it more often, but his dad was the one fucking it regularly.
With the Professor saying that he and his wife were more relaxed that I was ‘safe’ for Josh, invariably that led to me being less so. Josh would bring the little kitten up to my room, it couldn’t get up the spiral staircase by itself, and we’d enjoy watching it explore. I’d wear just a short singlet, or just my bikini bottoms, following my theme of keeping either my top or bottom on. But up in my room, both of us became more daring. I would lean on him on the sofa and let him cup my breasts if my top was off, or let him massage my ass and feel between my legs if my pants were off. To balance his mind, I started to drink his cum for him, to stop him from turning mad from the tease. I got quite cheeky about it, even once sticking my head into his shower to suck his orgasm out as the water poured down.
To keep a boundary between us emotionally, to stop Josh from falling into a place where he thought I might be his girlfriend, I made sure he knew I was officially still dating Jordan back in Japan. For Josh’s fun and to let him see first-hand how real my relationship with Jordan was, I started letting him watch my video calls to Japan. Secretly of course, Josh sat behind the laptop camera and swore to be quiet. I made sure those calls were steamy. I undressed completely, of course. I fucked myself passionately with the vibrator, then the dildo. Jordan said some crude dirty things whenever I got the rubber balls of the massive dildo to reach my skin. Josh overheard a lot of stories about my past, especially the videos Jordan had found online and the huge cock that Leroy had fucked me with.
I have to say I myself didn’t know the answer to Jordan’s question, “How on earth does a girl your size get all that in you? Where does it go?”
I tried to feel around my abdomen and stomach whenever it got fully in. I could feel a bump at the top of where it reached, but didn’t know my insides well enough to know what moved to fit it. Jordan and I talked about what we would do when I got back, how long we wanted to be a couple that just fucked before having kids. I told him about teasing the people on the Thames with the bikinis he bought me in Thailand.
“Baby, I know you’re all alone, you’ve been away so long. I won’t be upset if you fuck other guys there, really. You can’t fall in love, I need you home with me when your study is done, but if you need a cock in you, I won’t mind.”