Claire & the Professor Ch. 02

This is a continuation of Claire & the Professor. Please read that story first.

My adventures with my ex-student Claire had progressed pretty quickly from her stripping and masturbating for me, to using sex toys and vibrators as I watched. This had culminated in her fucking herself to a wild orgasm with a dildo, suctioned cupped to a chair, in my office.

The following day an email awaited me when I woke.

Dear Professor,

That was amazing! I have NEVER had a climax like that before. I have used the toys before, even the dildo that slid into me, I've had people (girlfriends mostly) watch me, but there was something so different with you. It's because you are not just a man, but someone who seems to know, at a deep intellectual level, the power of the gaze to work in both directions. The fact that you are willing to deny your own pleasure for the sake of mine, that you are respecting my wish not to be touched, has created a sense of security I have never experienced before. I could feel (literally) how aroused you were, but you didn't do anything. I feel as if can touch the level of eroticism passing between us. I am not sure how this all works together but from my perspective the effect is electrifying. If you want to continue, tie a red ribbon to the door handle of your office. I will there tomorrow evening.

Your grateful and most moist student, Claire

Claire may have been young, but she was describing perfectly the gordian knot of exhibitionism/shame, dominance/submission, that had characterized our interactions. It was almost too complex to make sense of, but it was also much too intoxicating to stop now. My own masturbatory orgasms (after the event) were the most powerful I had ever experienced.

I tied a red ribbon to the handle of my door, waiting with great anticipation until Claire knocked and entered. Wearing a short summer dress and strappy high-platform sandals, she strode in boldly, twirling around, the hem of her dress flying up revealing blue lace panties. She pulled a wooden armchair to the center of the room and slowly raised the bottom of the dress, pulling it over her head in one swift motion, leaving just the panties and high heels. Standing topless, with hands on hips, her perfect 36C breasts jiggling invitingly, she smiled down at me, before turning to show me her gorgeous backside. As always, I was mesmerized.

Facing me again, she pulled the front of the panties down, revealing a red WeVibe vibrator, already inserted in her beautiful young pussy. Seeing my eyes widen, she delicately removed the toy. It was small and u-shaped, designed to fit in the upper part of the vagina to stimulate the g-spot internally and curved outside to stimulate the clitoris externally. It was glistening with Claire's juices. She turned it in her hand, displaying it, as I nodded, inserting it back so only the clitoral stimulation part was visible, before pulling up the panties to hold it in place. She handed me the wireless remote control, lowered her delectable bottom to the chair, and draped her spread legs over the arms. Without a word being said, I knew what she was asking. I was in control of her body!

I looked at the remote in my hand. There were two buttons labeled "intensity" and "pattern." A girlfriend and I had played with one of these before, so I knew their functions. Turning on the remote to a low setting, I experimented with the patterns of the vibration until Claire's hips started to undulate. Having discovered the pulsing pattern that worked best, I adjusted the speed and intensity. Her face showed her arousal as she caressed her breasts with both hands, teasing the nipples until erect, all the time never breaking her gaze.

I realized if I turned the remote to full, I would bring her to climax quite quickly, so I decided to tease (as she had been doing to me) adjusting it up and down, keeping her on edge. I would have liked nothing better than to pull the panties to one side and insert my finger into her wet dripping pussy but knew that was out of bounds (at least for now). Looking at the breathtaking sight in front of me, I asked her to describe again her fantasy of being spanked by me (I never got tired of hearing her voicing such enticing possibilities).

Smiling and looking into my eyes, she said,

"Instead of telling, I'll show you."

She dismounted the chair and stood topless, hands clutched before her in a childlike pose, pushing her breasts together.

"When I was your student, I used to dream about coming to your office hours, wearing a short skirt, telling you I was having trouble paying attention in class and asking if there was something you could offer as an incentive. You don't know what I'm talking about, so I walk over to you and say that what worked when I was a teenager was the threat of a spanking from my parents. The thought was so humiliating that I always bucked up, so perhaps it could work now. I walk over to you and say 'Professor, can you show me what will happen if I don't pay attention in class.' I bend over your desk and ask for my punishment (if you could feel my pussy, you'd know how wet it was from anticipation). You lift my skirt and pull my blue lace panties down and off, and start spanking me, leaving your hand on my skin after each blow. I am pushing my ass up, wanting more. Soon my legs move apart and your hand slips from my bottom to the wet lips of my pussy."

Breathless from her own story, she says, "Does that make you hard professor. Would you like me to bend over your desk?"

I nodded frantically as she smiled and moved over to my desk, bending at the waist, legs straight, her torso resting on the top. Her pantied derriere elevated and delicious. Looking back, she teased,

"Would you like to take down my panties?"

I croaked "yes" and started to rise from my seated position. But before I could complete my motion, she says,

"Well too bad, you can look but not touch, although I can see that tent in your pants. Did little ol' me do that without even touching you?"

I realized we are both stimulating and teasing the other in our own ways.

She stood and retook her position in front of me, hands held behind her now, saying,

"Oh professor, can I touch my tits, please."

I shook my head and turned up the vibrator.

"Oh professor, please can I touch my pussy, just a little slide in."

I again shake my head.

By now she is jiggling with an impending climax, so I turn down the vibrator. She stares daggers at me but manages a wry smile. I tell her,

"If you want to touch yourself, you can, but only if you follow my instructions."

I told her to strip off the panties and to turn around so her wonderous ass was visible to me. I let her stand there as I continued adjusting the remote control. She was shifting from one foot to the other, her ass jiggling. I was fully hard now, and after a few moments of this incredible sight, I told her to get down on her knees, spread her legs wide, bend forward, forehead to the floor. Soon her pretty asshole and pussy are revealed to me, her gorgeous backside continuing to sway.

"You may touch your pussy now."

She reached back between her legs, bringing her fingers to the wet slit of her pussy, her hand pressing the toy into herself. I turned the vibrator to full, her body shaking and jiggling as she climaxed, bent over in front of me, her ass twitching. I would have liked nothing better than to plunge my hard cock into her moist pussy, but I knew that would break the spell. Somehow, I resisted touching myself, and her, leaving the office to let her recover.

When I return, Claire was gone, the lace panties draped on the chair. That night as I masturbated to climax, her panties were on my face, her scent in my nose, her body in the throes of climax, in my mind.

The next day I sent her an email requesting her presence at a café in a local mall. She is to be wearing tight blue jeans, the toy already inserted. I inform her it is my turn to take charge (within her conditions, or course).

When she arrived, I saw that she had followed my instructions regarding the blue jeans, which are tight everywhere. She handed me the remote control. As we sit in public, seemingly engaged in innocent conversation, I am turning the vibrator on and off. I asked about the origins of her exhibitionist desires so I can understand better.

Claire says she has always been aware of her effect on men, and loves to tease and control, to invite the gaze but under conditions that she determines.

"I know it is a derogatory term but 'cock tease' really does describe me properly. I don't want to do it in a mean way, but within the context of a mutual understanding."

It was why the discussion in my class about the reciprocal power of the gaze hit so deeply with her. At the same time, there is a feeling of thrill and shame from just being naked in other people's eyes - "but it must be safe, like with you." She has thought about nudist beaches but doesn't know the motivations of others who would be present. Also, she is not sure about the appropriateness, because for her it is not just about being "natural" but about the sexual thrill she gets from it - and nudist beaches are not supposed to be sexual places! And because everyone is naked, there is no thrill of the shame of unequal nudity.

She had also thought about amateur nights at a strip club, but when she went to check out the location, she was turned off by the seedy décor and the clientele. It was very far from her understanding of safety.

I asked her if she really wanted to be in position of true sexual exposure/shame to other unknown people? She answered hesitantly, "yes, if it was really safe." An idea was already forming in my head.

After I confirmed that she had not climaxed, we walked around the shops in the mall, Claire asking questions of staff as I hovered nearby, controlling the vibrator, forcing her to have a conversation as she is being stimulated. Walking behind her I have the perfect view of her round swaying ass, the blue jeans plastered to her. I worry that my own erection is obvious to other people.

At one point a group of young men and women recognized her, forcing her to chat with them. Only I knew why she was shifting from leg to leg! This was the opportunity I was waiting for. I alternated between turning the remote to full and a gentler pattern, watching for the change in her expression. She was soon climaxing while talking to her friends! Quickly finishing the conversation, she barely walked away!

She went to sit on a bench to calm down. When I approached, her look of satisfaction was obvious, and I knew she'd had enough for one day.

Remembering what she said about being sexually exposed in public, I did some research and contacted a "dungeon" in a city about 50 miles away, that held weekly sex parties for its members and told them about Claire's exhibitionist/submissive desires. They were very interested/sympathetic and suggested a special party could be organized with their members where she would be the central show. She would be stripped and displayed, bent over in some old-fashioned stocks - while a dildo machine fucked her! Participants would wander all around her, but no touching was allowed. There will be lots of stranger eyes on her, and I would be there to ensure her sense of safety.

I had no idea what they meant by a "dildo machine," and they suggested looking at some (porn) videos online that demonstrated it in operation, which I show Claire. I did not know how she would react. This was not me touching her but was more than we had done thus far. Her eyes were wide when she saw a naked women spreadeagle with a mechanical dildo moving in and out of her rapidly as she played with her clitoris. Nervous and anxious, but excited as well, she still agreed.

We set it up for the following weekend. It had been arranged to take up the first hour of their weekly "meetings." A number of couples interested in BDSM and public sex would be there.

I called Claire the night before to make sure she still wanted to go through with it. She had been getting more excited by the day, and I could hear it in her voice, having watched the videos and imagined herself in the place of the women being fucked by the machine. She had not thought about being restrained, but was both terrified and excited at the prospect.

As we drove there, I could see that Claire was anxious, and I reiterated that we could call it off. She replied,

"The fact I'm nervous is exactly why I must do it. I would regret it the rest of my life if I did not take this opportunity, especially with you there."

The space is actually a converted barn, set up like a theater-in-the-round - a small, raised stage in the middle and chairs and tables scattered around. On the stage there is a chair and a box that has a pole emerging from it with a seven-inch phallus attached to the end - the dildo machine! Claire grabbed my arm for reassurance as she saw it, realizing the reality of the videos was close by. She was dressed in a tight reddish-brown long-sleeve polo neck sweater (that highlighted her shapely breasts), and flimsy straight-leg pants that hugged (and showcased) her ass. Her blonde hair was a beautiful complement to the outfit.

We were greeted by an attractive raven-haired woman who introduced herself as Helen. She is elegantly dressed, and I would guess in her late thirties. She goes through what is planned, but first, needs to hear from Claire that she is a willing participant in what is to follow, has her sign a waiver, and directs us to take a seat at one of the tables as other people start to filter in. Everyone is part of a couple (one of the rules I was told) and dressed quite elegantly. Claire is anxiously looking at their faces, making sure they are strangers to her.

At a signal from Helen, Claire nervously goes and stands up on the stage. Helen serves as the Mistress of Ceremonies just off to the side and provides an introduction. "Good evening everyone. We are here today as spectators to witness the exhibitionist fantasies of this young lady. She is twenty-three and recently graduated from college. Claire, please go ahead and remove as much as you want."

Looking at me for affirmation that she was doing the right thing - stripping in public for an anonymous audience - Claire starts to disrobe. First the sweater came off, revealing a blue silk bra that separated her breasts nicely. The pants were next, wriggled off her hips and dropped to the floor. When she stepped out of them, her three-inch heels were revealed.

She looked stunning in the underwear, and I could tell she enjoying being on display, sensually and slowly removing her clothes in a roomful of people she did know. The bra was front-fastening and when she freed her breasts, the hardened nipples were obvious to everyone. The panties were next leaving her naked except for the heels.

Helen asked her to spread her legs and put her hands behind her back so "everyone could have a good look at your delicious body." In this pose, her tits and pussy were emphasized, and the heels give her ass a beautifully upturned profile. As the stage rotated, and Claire absorbed the many gazes, I could see the thrill in her eyes from her ability to attract both male and female gazes.

As the stage came to a halt, Helen carried on the instructions.

"Take a seat in the chair, spread your legs wide and do what comes naturally."

Without hesitation now, Claire lowered her luscious behind on to the chair and brought the fingers of one hand to her clit, the other to her nipples. The stage rotated again. I can only imagine what is going through her head as she watches the whole room watching her touching herself. This time the stage does not stop after one rotation and carries on for a few minutes before coming to a halt.

Helen climbs on the stage, whispering something to Claire, who places her hands behind the chair to be bound. A small ball gag is placed in her mouth and tied with a ribbon around her head. A thin cord around her stomach holds her secure to the chair. Helen maneuvers the dildo machine until the head of the phallus is resting between Claire's open legs, just nudging her pussy. As she is positioning it, Helen inserts a finger into Claire, and holding it aloft, says,

"This girl is very, very wet!"

Stepping off the stage, Helen hands me what looks like a remote control and explained how it works - one knob for speed and the other for rotation.

Claire was staring at me wide-eyed and just nodded her head. I had never seen her look more enticing and adorable than she was now, legs spread wide, heels flat on the floor, hard nipples protruding from outthrust tits.

I moved the speed to 'slow' and the dildo started to thrust, Claire's cunt almost seemed to draw it in to her. Her eyes widen and she is already emitting a low groan. She must be really turned on to react so quickly to such gentle stimulation. The stage started its rotation, and I let it do one full turn, so everyone had a chance to see Claire (and she could experience all eyes on her as she was being fucked by the machine) before adjusting the dildo speed to something a little faster. Claire's moans get louder - I have not heard her emit such guttural sounds before, the ball gag almost forcing her exclamations inside her.

As she came around in front of me, the stage stopped so I had a clear view of what the dildo was doing. I slowed it down to a halt as Claire looked at me in panic, not wanting it to stop. She was able to move her hips down to engulf the dildo inside her. At that point I hit the rotate button and saw her reaction as the dildo started to move around inside her. The stage started up again and I changed the speed of the dildo for a couple of turns.

At a signal from Helen, all the couples rose and came to stood around the edge of the stage, so that Claire was being examined closely from every angle. I joined them, remote in hand. Claire was almost screaming into the gag in her mouth as the dildo's vibration sped up. I am guessing that she has not felt anything like it before - a result of the physical stimulation as well as the psychic/sexual energy of the situation and the combination of all the nearby gazes on her naked out-of-control body.

Helen signaled to me that I should be looking to finish things soon, so I stopped the dildo rotation and went back to the thrusting, slowly building up the speed and intensity until it was moving in and out very rapidly. Claire let out a long slow squeal that shook her entire body, her pussy squirting over the dildo. I turned the speed down slowly until the dildo rested just on the lips of her pussy and her body slumped down.

Helen got on the stage and gently untied her, removing the chord around her midriff and the gag in her mouth. She knelt and hugged her, woman to woman, recognizing what she had gone through, before leaving her in her thoughts. With just a look, Helen indicated that I should remain where I was, whispering in Claire's ear. Claire slowly got to her unsteady feet and gingerly made her way around the stage, standing in front of each couple, her high heels accentuating the delicious curve of her bottom, twirling her sweating body around, close enough to touch. When she got to me, she inserted one of her fingers into her pussy and brought it to my lips. I could smell and taste her arousal.

Everyone slowly drifted back to their tables as Helen draped a silk dressing gown around Claire, leading her back to me, telling Claire her performance was amazing and intense, and that she should take as long she wanted to recover, "before part two!"

I noticed the chair on the stage was removed with another contraption taking its place. Claire looked on wide-eyed at what seemed to be old-fashioned stocks mounted on a black metal frame. The wooden stocks were a couple of feet off the ground. If someone knelt down, they would bend forward to have hands and head restrained while their midriff was supported by a metal bar, leaving their ass upturned and accessible from behind.

There was soft jazz music playing and people were helping themselves to drinks from a bar off to the side. We were conspicuously left alone, not that Claire was in any state to have a conversation. After about 15 minutes, Helen asked Clair if she was ready to continue. Without hesitation, she nodded, took Helen's proffered hand and was led to the stage.

The peripheral lights dimmed again, the spots illuminated the stage and there was soft applause. As the stage started to rotate, Helen eased the dressing gown from Claire's shoulders, so she stood naked again before everyone, and then guided her to the required position, kneeling and bending forward over the cushioned metal bar, and spreading her legs so everything was visible from behind. Next, the top half of the wooden stocks were raised, and Claire's hands and neck were positioned properly before it was dropped into place and locked. Claire was helpless now, and as her face came into view I saw for the first time a look of anxiety at what she had gotten herself into. We had agreed beforehand a signal whereby she could indicate that she wanted to stop, and for a second, I thought this might be a step too far for Claire. (The signal was two fingers raised, three times.) I could see her hands, and they remained clenched. The girl was going to play this out!

After Helen tied the ball gag into place, she moved behind Claire, lubing the dildo on the machine, before positioning it at the entrance to her pussy. Ingeniously the contraption had a place where a Hitachi vibrator could be placed so it was simultaneously stimulating her clitoris from below!

I still had the remote for the dildo machine, and as Helen stepped off the moving stage, she indicated she had the remote for the vibrator. Saying, "I'll start things off gently," she turned it on, and everyone could see Claire's body react as her ass started to sway. All the people in the room, including myself, moved to stand around the revolving stage. If Claire wanted to be the target of the gaze, she was getting it in spades! As her face was revealed when the stage revolved, I saw a mixture of terror and arousal.

This setup allowed three different views of Claire. One was her face with the gag. Second there was the stunning view from the side with all her curves revealed. Her legs and ass were magnificently amplified as her back dropped to create an alluring sight, her firm breasts hanging down. From behind, her legs were spread, the dildo thrusting in and out of her, the pretty rosebud of her anus gloriously revealed. My cock was instantly hard as I took in the variety of the visual feast. I was sure that every other cock in the room was reacting the same way, and that there was more than one wet pussy among the women.

I brought the dildo to a slow thrust and again her pussy seemed to just suck it in. As I turned it up, Claire's screams into the ball gag got more extreme. When she came around, I saw the intensity on her face, the saliva dripping from her mouth and realized that Claire seemed to have hit a new high. I didn't think it was possible after the earlier encounter with the dildo machine but apparently being fucked doggy-style, bent over and shackled in stocks, while having your clitoris stimulated and being watched by strangers was pushing her to new limits. Her groans and screams certainly were more piercing and intense. Tears were streaming down her contorted face. I had never seen anything sexier!

This carried on for about ten minutes while I adjusted the speed up and down. I envied Claire, in fact I envied womankind in general, that sexual pleasure could be so long-lasting and so intense. I also had a pang of panic that nothing I could offer would ever come close to what Claire was experiencing now. Our previous adventures seemed like amateur hour in comparison. Just as I thought that, Claire's moans of pleasure went up another level and it was clear that she was experiencing the climax of her drawn out arousal. I brought the thrusting to a stop as Helen did the same with the vibrator and the heaving of Claire's body came to a halt.

The machine was moved away, leaving Claire fully bare in her post-orgasmic daze. The stage continued to turn slowly and for five minutes she remained in position, bent over, immobilized and exposed. I wondered what she was feeling now that the direct physical arousal had ceased, and all she had was what was in her head, plus her body memory. As she looked at the people watching her, was she still experiencing the power of the gaze over others?

Eventually, the stage lights dimmed, and the house lights came on and the audience drifted back to their places. Helen released Claire, helping her to her feet and back to me, again draping the gown over her shoulders. She also handed me Claire's clothing and directed us to the "green room" where she could dress and recover. Claire was in no mood to get dressed and asked Helen if she could keep the gown, "until next time."

On the way home, driving in the dark, sitting in the passenger's side, she opened the front of the gown, gently playing with her pussy, clit and nipples. I was amazed at her stamina for this - nothing seemed to stop this girl! She told me that she had fallen in love with the dildo machine ("so much better than having to hold one") and urged me to integrate it into our encounters, saying it was so much better than the suction-cup dildo she had used, that it felt amazing being fucked from behind so rhythmically as anonymous eyes looked on, not having to worry about anything but her own pleasure. Switching to an intellectual mode, she clinically observed.

"I remember in your class, you mentioned that some heterosexual women liked looking at gay male porn because they could enjoy men's bodies without the sense that aggressive masculinity was being played out on vulnerable female bodies. I think the disembodied dildo of the machine allowed me just to enjoy the moment free of the guilt or anxiety if it was connected to a real man."

As she was saying this, I started to have my first hesitant thoughts about what we were doing, because in one sense she was describing her relationship with me. I was not a real man with my own needs but a projection of what she wanted - which was a man without real desires, or at least a man who would sublimate his own to privilege hers. There was no doubt it had been fun to watch Claire - the most arousing thing in my life - but the climax was missing. I would masturbate later to the memories of what she had done, but the actual moment with her was quite one-dimensional. But it was still better than anything else that was possible at that time, so I decided to continue and not raise it with her and risk ending it.

Claire needed a break after the intensity of her experience at the sex club, so I suggested we cool things for a few days, after which I would have a surprise for her. She agreed and it was a week before we met again in my office. As she had responded so powerfully, I had bought a dildo machine and set it up the floor, the pistoning dildo angled at 45 degrees. I told her to strip and get on her knees in front of the machine, backing into it with her pussy, leaning forward. I slowly turned it on, so she would get used to the rhythm. I instructed her to play with her clit and nipples as she knelt looking up at me. Sitting in front of her I stared into her eyes as her arousal built from the thrusts of the dildo, and her fingers on her clit and told tell her a story that plays on her exhibitionist desires.

"We drive out to the country to a secluded spot, and in the headlights of the car, you dance for me, like Nicole Kidman in the movie To Die For, where she plays a high-school teacher seducing one of her students. She has on a very short dress and as she spins and twirls, her dress flies up, flashing her white panties. Except you would carry on, slipping off the dress and dancing in just your bra and panties, before you strip everything and climb onto the hood of the car, kneeling with legs spread, looking at me, while you rub your clit and flick your nipples. All in the open air!"

As I got to the last line, Claire emitted a long scream, that she tried to muffle and internalize, realizing that we were not in the privacy of the sex club. Her eyes never left mine and our reciprocal gaze seemed to intensify the feeling. So connected were we, I could almost feel her arousal. But it was not my arousal.

That evening, I decided that I needed to tell Claire what I was feeling.

"My most moist Claire,

The last few weeks have been joyous for me. You have given me memories that will last forever. Watching you up close in the throes of ecstasy has been an incredibly intimate experience. But I fear we may be coming to the end of our encounters, as the more we have done together, the more I have been left feeling something is missing. While you have been experiencing what looks sometimes like a spiritual/sexual/physical metamorphosis, my role has really been that of a necessary catalyst for you. You have been very clear from the start about your boundaries, and I accepted them as the costs of participating, I am beginning to think it might be better that we cease now before I start to feel resentful about what feels like a very unequal distribution of sexual pleasure. That is the flip side of the power of the tease. As you must know, or at least suspect, I find satisfaction with my own hand after our adventures, but it is not the same. For our encounter tonight, I would have given anything to kiss you on your lips as you were climaxing, enhancing our connection with physical contact. As it was, the only power I had was that of my gaze on your shaking body.

What do you make of all this?

Your Professor

My mouse lingered over the "send" button, as I knew this could be the end. Did I really want to risk it? But I also knew I had no choice. I would miss her orgasms - they were the outcome of our joint energy, but in the end, they were hers. I could not inhabit her body.

I had immediate regret when I hit "send." But I knew I would have even greater regret if I had not. The pertinent question was not how I felt, but how Claire would react as she had been calling the shots - with my eager participation of course.

I did not receive an answer for two days, and I feared that my time with Claire was over. Then I received an email from her that I opened with great trepidation.

Dear Professor,

I am so glad that you trust and respect me enough to be honest about what you are feeling. For me it is has been exhilarating and exciting, but also confusing and puzzling, as I have been feeling many contradictory things also. You should know that I have been seeing a sex therapist for the past six years to work through my messy thoughts around sexuality and to process the traumatic impact of something that happened to me when I was eighteen, resulting in a block around men's bodies and sex. I was your typical teenager and started having sex when I was sixteen. I had done it with a few boys (with zero orgasms for me). I was at a high-school graduation party and quite tipsy and making out with a guy. Before I could really comprehend what was happening, he was inside me and fumbling clumsily when suddenly he grabbed me by the throat and was choking me, and I became very dizzy. The next thing I knew, his penis was at my face, and he was coming over me. When I came to full consciousness, I felt so ashamed and guilty at putting myself in the situation. The discussions we had in your class about how contradictory and confusing female sexuality is really hit home with me and I understood what had happened. You were the first person who talked in a way that made sense of my own experiences, which was why I approached you.

Actually, the suggestion to involve you was made by my therapist, who saw how I was reacting to your class - and you. I am heterosexual with a very high sex drive (as you know) but alienated from men's bodies. Although I may have intimated some experience with men, most of my sexual encounters involve women and sex toys. But because I am not gay, there has always been something vital missing. I have been trying to make sense of this because having men desire me is deeply arousing - you have seen how easily I get wet during our adventures - but the idea of being touched by a man triggers something negative in me. Women can touch me, and I do not respond in the same way, but having them desire me is much less powerful. The experience at the club has muddied things more - they mechanical nature of the dildos is certainly very nice, but it was the presence of other people, especially you, that gave it an intensity I have never experienced before. I know I would not have felt like that if the penis had been connected to a real man. It felt so good, that I submerged these questions.

I knew this moment would come - you are only human - and of course, as you say, it is the other side of 'cock teasing'. I have tried to prepare myself for it. I would really like to get over this block and I believe that you are the man to help me accomplish it. But it requires patience on your part and proceeding in stages. I wish I could just bound into your office, strip off everything, bend over your desk and demand that you fuck me hard, but that is not possible - although that is a wonderful thing to aim for, no?

I have talked about this with my therapist (that is why it took me two days to respond) and she suggested that perhaps the next stage would involve you being able to touch me, but only with your mouth and hands while remaining clothed. I know that is still pretty unequal - the ultimate pleasure in the moment will still be all mine - but it would be an intermediate step on the way to full trust and safety. You could touch me anywhere - my face, my lips, my tits, my pussy, my ass. However, in return for that access, I want to control when you ejaculate. This is on the honor system, but if you agree to continue, please refrain from masturbating until at least our next encounter.

Whatever you decide, know that my experience with you so far has been the sexual highlight of my life and something I will never forget.

I know this is all very confusing, but I would love to continue to something deeper.

Your most moist student, Claire

This was far more than I expected and was again bowled over by a 23-year-old expressing such sophisticated ideas! I was also intrigued (and frightened) by her desire to control my ejaculations, even outside our encounters. But the thought of being able to finally really touch her brought an immediate twinge to my cock! I answered that I wanted to continue on her terms.

I received an immediate reply with an address and a date and time - five days later!

When I did not have a girlfriend, I was used to masturbating almost every day, so to stop for five days was no easy task. Interestingly, it had the effect of essentially having Claire on my mind all the time. And erections were much more frequent! But somehow, I honored my part until I rang the bell at the address that had been provided, wearing a t-shirt, jeans and some sandals.

Claire answered the door wearing a silk dressing gown that came to her knees. She asked me if I had fulfilled my part of the bargain. I nodded. Smiling at her own power, she told me to follow her, bottom swaying tantalizingly, to what I presumed was her bedroom. As we entered, she said,

"I have to tell you, I have gotten so wet for the past week every time I thought of you not masturbating because little ol' me asked you to refrain. How 'my professor' was doing it just for the chance to touch my young body."

She was reveling in her own dominance! Standing before me she shrugged the dressing gown off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor beside the bed. Of course she was breathtakingly naked beneath!

A chair had been placed at the end of the bed, and I was directed to it as she lay down, spreading her legs, touching her clit gently, while looking directly into my eyes.

"Having you been dreaming of being able to touch me finally, of being able to feel my wetness directly."

I nodded my head as she reached for a Hitachi magic wand vibrator and held it to her clit with one hand, the other moving to a breast and nipple. This girl's exhibitionism was tantalizing!

She asked me to suck on her nipples while she played with herself. I lay down next to her, not quite believing what I was going to be allowed to do. Her breasts are beautiful and soft, and I bring my mouth to one of her nipples and suck and bite them very gently as she moans loudly. I love to suckle on breasts and could do it all day long, but realize that I have permission to do much more. Without moving the vibrator out of way, I bring the fingers of one hand to her pussy lips and gently pry my way inside. I normally spend quite a bit of time making sure my partner is properly moist, but Clair was already soaking wet as I effortlessly moved two fingers inside her, pressing up on her g-spot. At the same time my lips moved from her breasts to her mouth, my tongue intertwined with hers, so she was being stimulated orally, vaginally and clitorally. The gentle intermittent pressure of my fingers soon elicited a little orgasm.

I let her come down for half a minute, and knowing many women are multi-orgasmic, applied pressure again, moving my mouth to her tits, eliciting another deep climax.

Smiling, she turned onto her stomach and told me I had permission to kiss her ass if I wanted - and to put my tongue inside her. This is new, as in all our adventures thus far, she has avoided any stimulation of her dainty asshole. I love worshipping a shapely bottom and Claire's was as inviting as is possible. But I decide to slow things down a little and I started softly licking her neck, trailing my tongue down her back and then her shoulders, before planting soft kisses on the cheeks of her ass, almost biting the soft flesh. Only then did I move my tongue to the crack of her ass, slowly licking up and down, but avoiding her most private spot. Only when she moved her ass against my face did I gently pry her cheeks apart and insert the tip of my tongue inside her anus. During all this, the Hitachi has not left her clit under her body, and that is how she climaxed again - from my tongue gently probing her asshole with the vibrator on her clit, her hands clenching the sheets.

Recognizing that she was at her limit, and this first episode of physical contact was most probably enough, I lay beside her, and she snuggled into me, asking, teasingly, if I was turned on and hard. Normally I would have answered by guiding her hand to my erection, but instead I answered in the affirmative. As she snuggled her face into my body, she asked,

"Can you hold off until our next session."

Despite desperately needing release, I said yes.

Gradually Claire fell into a deep sleep. I guess that is what multiple orgasms do. It felt delicious lying next to her in an intimate embrace but after a few minutes, I disengaged and left to her recover at her own pace. The next morning, I hurriedly checked my email and was not disappointed.

Dear Professor,

After every one of our encounters, it seems like I have experienced something new and unique. I thought the intensity it would fade after a while, but you seem to know my desires and my body almost intuitively. No-one has ever touched me so intimately as you did last night. It is not just a matter of technique but a deep understanding of exactly what I need, psychically and physically. That you are willing to deny your own pleasure because I have requested it is mind-boggling to me, but it enhances what you are doing to me even more. I think if we carry on like this for a little while, I will be ready for the full experience and will be able to give everything to you in full safety.

Your very wet student

There was no doubt that my self-denial was getting much more difficult, but I also knew that I would probably never have access to a nubile 23-year-old with a body and mind like Claire's ever again. It actually made rational sense to continue. I could not do this as a permanent state of affairs, but as part of a process leading to something deeper, it made sense. I replied that we could continue in the present way, "at least for a while."

Things progressed very nicely with Claire. She loved having her ass played with and kissed (even more than her pussy) while she touched her clit and as I have aways especially appreciated the female derriere we were, on this issue, a match made in heaven and our mutual desires became a prominent part of our encounters. It felt satisfying to know she enjoyed it as much as me.

I also arranged another visit to the club. In fact, Claire had been such a hit they had actually reached out to me to see if we were interested in another session. Claire quickly agreed and I made the arrangements. The setup was like before with many of the same people there. Once again Helen was the Mistress of Ceremonies. The lights in the room dimmed and the spotlights above the stage came on, illuminating it brightly. This was Claire's signal to go up. There were two things on the stage with her - a large black beanbag chair, and something that had a cloth draped over it, keeping secret what was beneath.

Claire was wearing a light knee-length raincoat. As she shrugged it off her shoulder there was a low collective gasp from the audience. Claire was dressed stunningly - a tight grey sweater dress that left most of her legs bare, matching grey thigh-high socks and grey swede ankle-length boots. The stage started to rotate to show Claire from all angles to the whole room. After one rotation, it stopped, and Claire knew what she must do without instruction.

Reaching for the hem of the dress she pulled it off over her head, shaking loose her hair, leaving her in silk grey bra and panties, socks and boots. She was staring directly at me, and I realized I was still her anchor in this situation. Helen told her to stop for a second and to stand with her hands clasped behind her. The stage started to rotate, and she was being displayed to everyone again. After one rotation it stopped and Helen instructed, "Continue."

Claire reached behind and undid the clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts, then shimmied the panties down her legs and off. She was now naked, except for the thigh high socks and boots (which only enhanced her nudity) in a roomful of people, and I saw the look of exhilaration on her face. Without being told, she moved her hands `behind her, as the stage once again rotated, and the whole room took in her near nudity.

When the stage stopped, Helen instructed Claire to lay back on the chair, spread her legs and "get your pussy nice and wet." She quickly took up the position, legs spread, knees bent, heels on the floor, pussy exposed, and started her (to me) familiar fondling, one hand on her nipples, the fingers of the other on her clit, occasionally dipping down to her wet opening. As the stage rotated, her open legs were clearly visible, and everyone's eyes were visible to Claire. She reveled in the exposure and for a moment I had a twang of jealousy at the pleasure that was available to her, that I would never experience.

Before she could climax, Helen skipped on stage and removed the cloth, revealing what was called "the Sybian," another sex machine. This one was curved in a half-circle with a flat bottom and had a small dildo sticking up from it. A woman could straddle it on her knees and impale herself on the phallus. Helen whispered some instructions to Claire who nodded enthusiastically and took her position over it, the dildo easily sliding into her wetness. It was a more sophisticated version of the suction cup dildo that Claire had used in my office. Except this was a little different as it was mechanical. I was presented with the remote control for it - two buttons, one for intensity/vibration and other for speed.

As I turned it on, Claire's eyes and mouth opened in surprise and ecstasy. It was quite ingenious - it contained a high-powered motor with the attachment on top consisting of a vibrating dildo, and just in front of it, a little pad of vibrating rubber nubs. The dildo worked internally on the g-spot and the rubber pad on the outside, on the lips of the vagina and the clitoris as the woman bore down. I had seen it in some videos but never in a live demonstration.

People got up from their seats and took their places around the stage. Unlike in my office, Claire did not have to move very much as the machine did all the work. Within a few moments of it starting she was emitting all kinds of guttural sounds and shrieks. When it looked to be getting too much, I bought the machine down a little to let Claire recover before continuing. She moved her hands before her on the surface of the contraption, which had the effect of pushing her tits together. Claire's body was literally shaking from the internal pleasure she was experiencing and within ten minutes she let out an almighty scream. As her juices literally exploded out of her pussy, she raised herself off the machine, too intense to continue. Laying sprawled beside it, legs lewdly spread, the thigh socks injected even more eroticism into the situation. The people standing around politely applauded as they drifted back to their seats.

Again, Helen draped a dressing gown over Claire's shoulders and brought her to my table, Claire sat smiling, contentedly exhausted, at what she had just experienced. She told me that it was the most intense internal feeling/orgasm she had ever had and not something a woman could do that often, perhaps every few weeks.

Meanwhile, the bean bag chair and the Sybian was replaced on the stage by a metal V-shaped contraption, that looked like a very well-constructed sawhorse. The top was a padded bar, and the sloped legs were at a 45 degrees angle. After she indicated she was ready, a near naked Claire was led up on stage by Helen and positioned bent over the waist-high bar, hands and ankles spread-wide buckled to the frame legs, her ass the most elevated part of her. Again, the socks and boots made it visually stunning.

As the stage rotated, I saw that her behind was totally exposed, glistening pussy lips beneath a winking asshole, breasts hanging down. Helen let the stage rotate a couple of times so everyone could see all of Claire's charms, before attaching a red ball gag around her head and a couple of small weights to her nipples with plastic clamps. The weights were just enough to bring a little tension to the elastic band connected to the tiny clamps. Claire and I had never done anything this "bondagey," but it seemed as if Helen knew just how much to push the boundaries. I could tell from Claire's face that she was aroused and not in pain.

Helen had asked me if Claire was OK with gentle ass play, so I was not surprised when she stood by her inviting upturned rump, and using a little lube, started to slowly insert some anal beads into her. I saw Claire's face as the stage rotated, and it was a mixture of terror and excitement (like kids on a rollercoaster). But she was not using our safe signal, and as the stage continued its cycles, I saw the erection-inducing vision of her, manacled, bottom up and exposed to anonymous eyes, weights on her tits, vibrator in her ass and marveled that there were still new things for her to experience.

A dildo machine was lifted onto the stage and positioned behind Claire, Helen pointing the phallus to her opening. Leaving the stage, she again handed me the remote control and as I turned it on, the dildo slid smoothly in and out of her inviting slit. Now it was 'the Claire show,' as people again stood around the stage. I varied the thrusts of the dildo, looking to see how she was reacting. This carried on for at least fifteen minutes as Claire screamed her arousal into the ball gag. It was so intense her saliva was hanging from her mouth; all dignity sacrificed for pleasure. Everyone was enthralled and I suspected they were already lining up another invitation, if not for us together, then at least for Claire.

I knew what a fitting climax would be and asked Helen for the Hitachi wand vibrator that had been used last time.

I stepped onto the stage behind Claire and turning the dildo machine off, moved it out of the way. Claire's rear and voice objected to the void that had been created, but I quickly pressed the head of the vibrator to her clit and the top of her vagina. The sounds of distress turned into moans of something quite different and I asked Helen to remove the gag. As soon as she did, Claire's cries filled the room. As I undulated the vibrator, strange rhythmic sounds were emanating from her, until I knew that she was approaching the end. I reached for the anal beads and slowly withdrew them, Claire responding even more powerfully. Instinctively I knew that she had reached her limit and started to ease off on everything. As her heaves slowed, I unclipped the nipple claps as well, leaving her draped over the contraption, breathing deeply. Again, the sound of polite but appreciative applause. Still bound, she was left sprawled, bottom up, all eyes still on her as she came down. I wondered what was going through her mind.

This time on the drive back, Claire quickly dropped off in an exhausted and satisfying sleep.

She needed a few days to recover. When she was ready, the next session was back in my office, and I took things a little further in all directions. She played the role of the penitent student wanting to do better and asking for something to remind her to study harder. Wearing a very short and flimsy dress, she bent over my desk revealing her panties, which I forcefully pulled down to her ankles. Her ass was made for this position, and I proceed to deliver some bare-handed spanks as I pressed into the small of her back, holding her in position, before carefully inserting vibrating anal beads into her. I wish I could have seen the look on her face when she realized what I was doing. I told her to stand and strip off her dress, then kneel while I positioned the dildo machine behind her to penetrate what I knew was a very wet pussy. She was filled in almost all her holes as she looked up at me, the beads buzzing in her ass and the fuck machine in her pussy. I told her to play with her clit and describe how she felt at the sex club with all those unknown eyes on her. I fingered her hard nipples and said to her,

"One day soon, we are going to do this again, but you will be filled everywhere - vibrator in your ass, dildo in your pussy., finger on your clit, and my hard cock between your beautiful lips. Let's have a preview, ok?"

I inserted two fingers in her mouth, holding them there before slowly moving in and out. Claire's lips were wrapped around them, biting and sucking, and she climaxed when I reached around and pulled the beads from her bottom.

A few days later we drove out to a secluded place in the woods. She flipped her dress up (no panties) and bent over a tree stump, ass upturned and demanded my tongue in the ass and my fingers in her pussy and clit. She came very quickly and loudly, holding my face against her ass. It seemed the thrill of being outdoors in a potentially public setting was making her even more aroused.

I was starting to wonder about myself. Why was I allowing her to set the conditions of our interaction without some physical satisfaction on my own part? Claire was no longer the hesitant girl she had been. Her confidence had shot through the roof and was not shy about her own desires. I wasn't sure how much longer this incredible experience would last, but I thought that a little bit of self-denial for the pleasure I was getting as a participant in Claire's sexual ride was worth it.

The next day, Claire asked me to meet her in a local park, "just to talk." As we sat on an isolated bench, she seemed to have gone back a little to the uncertainty. She had spoken with her therapist and had agreed that what we done was incredibly pleasurable and exciting but there was a limit to how long it could last. She agreed that what she needed was something more than transitory sexual pleasure - she need healing from the teenage trauma she had undergone. She needed to come to terms with men's bodies, penises and sperm included, if she was going to have life-long love and satisfaction - and that I had a key role to play in it. Holding my hands, and looking me pleadingly in the eyes, she asked,

"Professor, will you fuck me properly? Will you fuck me in my pussy, in my ass, in my mouth?" Taking a deep breath, "Will you spray your sperm on my body, on my tits - on my face?"

I told her I would do whatever she wanted, at whatever pace she wanted. No questions.

The next night I went to her house. In her bedroom we both stripped naked. This was the first time my body was introduced into our play, and I wondered what Claire made of it. I kept myself in pretty good shape, my hard seven-inch cock having been described by one girlfriend as "just right, not too big, not too small, fits nicely in pussy and mouth." She took my cock in her hands for the first time, stroking it to hardness, brought it to her mouth and softly licked it, fondling my balls. She hesitantly started to move her mouth up and down on it. Knowing it was too soon to come in her mouth, I had her kneel on the floor while I stood and instructed her on how to stimulate just the frenulum, so it was not penetrating her. My cock throbbed on her tongue and against her sweet smiling face.

Before I came, I stopped and lay her on the bed, telling her to relax, proceeding to slowly kiss her from her face down to her feet, tracing my tongue and licking up the sweat of her magnificent willowy body. My lips lingered on her clitoris and the lips of her pussy. I remained hard the entire time. Finally, she said, "Please fuck me" and spread her legs. I slowly inserted myself into her, lying on top so she could feel me on her entire body, softly kissing her rapt face. We moved together like practiced lovers (which we were not), and although I knew vaginal orgasms are rare, she was so stimulated mentally and emotionally that she came deeply and powerfully, her legs wrapped around me, pulling me in. I exploded with my weeks of pent-up arousal at the same time, and she felt my sperm literally flood her pussy (she told me she had been on contraception for a while "just in case," feeling the force and volume of my ejaculation inside her).

I remained inside her after I came, feeling her pussy contracting around my wilted cock, bring it back to hardness. Her vaginal ministration restarted her arousal and she climaxed again, clamping her vagina around my cock.

As I held her afterwards (a simple intimate act that I realized we had rarely engaged in, despite everything we had already done), I gently asked how she was feeling about the fact that my cum was inside her. She smiled and replied, "just delicious." I wanted to show her that sperm was a natural part of sexuality and nothing to be afraid of. I had her straddle my face and I licked my cum out of her pussy as she stimulated her clit. She came a third time with my tongue in her cunt, and I enveloped her in my arms as she rolled over, until she fell asleep and I left.

I came back a couple of nights later, and after spending some time licking her pussy and clit, I turned her over and went to work on her ass, as she wriggled it against my face, before straddling her legs and placing my cock between her cheeks, moving it up and down in the crack. Before long, I was ready to come, and I ejaculated on her lower back and ass and then massaged it into her skin. I wanted my cum to be part of her. Then I smothered her ass with soft kisses.

Two days later, I asked her if she was ready for my sperm on her face (the source of her main trauma). Biting her lip, she nodded. I had her kneel on the side of the bed, head tilted back. Standing behind her I jerked myself off, so I came on her forehead, rather than shooting directly into her face, the sperm tickling down her face to her eyes, nose and mouth. It was an unbelievable sight!

This was the moment of peak potential memory, so to demonstrate how safe she was, I knelt and licked my sperm from her face, my tongue bringing it to her lips as we kissed deeply. At the same time my fingers moved inside her pussy to her g-spot, and she came with the taste of my cum on her lips.

Claire turned out to be an imaginative lover, learning how to play my body. She was also just a wonderful person, kind, clever, funny, and compassionate. She was going to be a great romantic partner for someone nearer to her own age. We also continued her exhibitionist adventures and she often came to my office when she needed the security of my desirous gaze.

One highlight (among many) was a replay of the thrusting dildo in her pussy and the vibrating beads in her ass as she knelt looking up at me. The one difference this time was my lips on her nipples and my fingers on her clitoris, before my cock fucked her mouth, sperm coating her upturned face. (Her revulsion to sperm was dissipating.) As the dildo continued its work, we had a final kiss, transferring my sperm to her lips, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm as I pulled out the anal beads.

We also went back to the tree stump in the forest - this time I fucked her from behind in the open air. Interestingly, Claire was never interested in anal sex beyond my lips and the vibrating beads. And neither was I. I loved everything about her ass. Oral ministrations were much more tender. I spent many hours with my face on her pussy as my hands caressed her breasts. And she became very acquainted with my cock and loved to mouth my balls as she masturbated me. Our sex was breathtaking.

I thought there was one more barrier that Claire had to overcome and I talked to her about it. She likewise discussed it with her therapist, and a couple of days later we were in her bedroom. After I licked her pussy and clit to get her wet, I started fucking her in the missionary position, before I moved up to put my cock between her breasts as she held them together. Locking eyes, I could see she was giving assent for me to straddle her face and to fuck her mouth. I moved in and out slowly as Claire sucked my cock. When I was just about to spurt, I pulled out and directed my cum over face. There was no distress, no pulling back from her, just a smile of satisfaction. This time I held off cleaning my sperm from her face. I wanted her to be comfortable without my mediation. Looking at me, she collected the ejaculate with her fingers, bringing them to her mouth. As we held each other, she kept thanking me for what I had done for her.

Soon however, both of us realized that things were reaching their conclusion - that my role had been one of a catalyst to her sexual healing, not for any romantic possibilities. We did not spend any time together on non-sexual activities. So when she told me that she had been offered a job on the west coast, it seemed to be a natural ending. Claire requested one final encounter in my office ("for old times sake"). She stripped of her flimsy dress and panties. sat in the armchair, legs spread wide over the sides, touching her clitoris and pussy. I remained clothed as she brought herself to orgasm. And then, in a move that stunned me (despite everything we had done together) she got up, bent over my desk, resting on her elbows, looking back and shaking her ass,

"Please Professor, fuck me, fuck me hard."

I quickly discarded my clothes, and grabbing her hips ploughed into her cunt with my hard cock, fucked her forcefully, as she demanded, against my desk! There was nothing soft or tender, just animalistic desire as I ponded myself against her ass and she grunted and shrieked her pleasure.

As I came and held myself against her, she looked back at me, giggling, and said,

"Well, I guess I am officially cured!"

I collapsed in laughter over her back, kissing her neck, kneading her breasts, my cock not softening, hardened by the coaxing muscles of her pussy. I fucked her again until we both came. I dropped to my knees behind her, licking my sperm from her and making tender love to her delicious rosebud. What an ending!

After she moved away, Claire continued to correspond with me, sometimes sending me videos of herself, mostly masturbating. One clip - recorded at a sex club well away from where she lived - showed her on a stage, kneeling naked astride a Sybian, a chain attached to her nipples, her arms outstretched, tied to a frame, clothed men and women watching. As her intense moans were building to a climax, a naked man came to stand in front of her and started to fuck her mouth before jerking off on her face as Claire very obviously, and noisily, climaxed. As he moved away the camera panned to her sperm covered, smiling face. I marveled (and I guess took some pride) at how far Clair had travelled on this journey of exploration and growth. What a life she was going to have, her sex-drive being freed. The accompanying note said,

"Thank you Professor, for being the catalyst for my sexual healing. The place where this took place has a strict no cameras policy, unless specifically requested by a member. I had to show you this, as without you, I could never have done anything like this. Thank you for introducing me to the magic of these machines. I also used to love when you fed your sperm to me with your lips. It was a truly gracious and intimate gesture that I will never forget. It was key to my healing."

Whenever she comes back to the area, there is always a visit to my office, where, without saying a word, she bends over the desk, flipping up her skirt to reveal a naked ass and demands that I "fuck her stupid." As she is a very bright woman, that always takes some time!

To think, it all started with "Dear Professor..."