Extra Lessons (BDSM erotica)

By Jay Merson

They visit his village cottage to learn music but soon many find that he has other interests too, not least bondage, spanking and S & M. The attractive postmistress and her friend want to know nothing of music but, they certainly desire the other songs he sings, with his palms, his whips and of course, the essential rope that binds them during sex sessions.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jay Merson
• Release date: Oct 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311416445

Jay Merson

The prolific author of over 124 erotic novels and short stories. Born in West london and lived most of life in the UK but now abroad. A staunch Englishman that always celebrates the day of the English - St.George's Day, where ever he might be in the world. Writes BDSM erotica in a descriptive and explicit way to bring the varied scenarios and situations to life - situations that the reader can relate to in his or her daily life.Hates music and lives in a world totally free of it, loves black stockings (on women) is an ex-soldier, ex-London fireman, holds black belts in five different martial arts but now leads a more sedate life and prefers to relax and chill rather than pump the muscles.

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Extra Lessons

By

Jay Merson

© Copyright. Jay Merson 2013.

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All characters in this story are aged 18 years and over. All characters are all deemed consenting participants in all actions included in the story.

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Chapter 1

She was naked and bound, on her knees on the bed with her wrists to her sides and roped securely to her ankles, her face pressed down into the thick quilt and her backside pushed up in the air. The spanking had been marvellous, being tied and helpless was such a powerful medium for sexual arousal and the pain of the slapping; that hot pain that warmed down between her thighs to further arouse. Then there was the cock, his cock, so thick, so long and so very hard, she loved it up her, had come to need it like the roping and spanking, these were the extra lessons she needed in her life.

***

She sat on the stool, her back straight and head up, playing the piano and aware of him ogling her every body part, he always did during lessons. Not that it really bothered her, she felt quite complimented if the truth be known. He, her teacher, was drop-dead gorgeous, she liked him, adored him and perhaps, if it was possible that he might be interested in her other than sexually, she could even say she loved him. She had dressed to please and to tease, it excited her to do that, she loved the way he leered and perhaps even drooled for her, his hungry eyes roaming her and probing to perhaps glimpse previously unseen parts of her. If she was really truthful it actually excited her to tease him, sexually excited her. Her nipples would firm and her clit become erect, her pussy would moisten and...

Play it again, and concentrate this time, he said not unkindly.

He sat back and to her side in an old armchair ogling her legs, her thighs, the way her breasts pushed the front of her thin jumper out into two mounds of pure desire. He felt his cock stiffening within his trousers, God, how he would love to fuck her. The little bitch must surely dress to taunt him, that short denim skirt, the black boots and the wonderful sheer black stockings encasing her shapely legs and thighs. At least he hoped they were stockings, he simply couldn’t abide tights. The bitch always seemed to wear tight-fitting jumpers too, with low necks that offered sight of her swelling cleavage and hugged her slim upper body like a second skin. She might be twenty years old but she had the body of a more mature woman and the looks of a pretty young teenager. She wore her auburn hair in a ponytail that bobbed and bounced so very prettily, attractively and endearingly, and showed fully her slender and graceful neck and throat. Added to that was her smiles, those cock-jerking smiles, come-on style, that hinted that she knew what her was thinking and enjoyed it, teasing smiles that certainly worked on him, he never failed to get a raging hard-on when she attended lessons. Her eyes too, those wonderful large and round eyes, watery and so very sexy, just the way she looked at him made his cock jerk in reaction. Her lips were full and pouting as she spoke, like oral sex in motion without a cock between them, when she painted her lips with garish red lipstick it was more than any man could resist seeing those succulent soft and wet lips move so sensually and invitingly. There was no doubt about it; she was a flirt, a prick-teaser - and a devastatingly pretty one at that.

He groaned inwardly as she finished playing and turned her head to look at him, a thudding jolt in his cock and balls hit him, that smile, oh that sexy smile of hers. Come and sit down, he waved a hand casually to indicate the armchair opposite him. He was aware of his voice quavering with excitement and took a moment to compose himself.

"The piece you played was done well and was complete, all notes correct and yet, it still lacks that special something. Try to relax more, tickle the keys not press or hit them, stroke them as you would (my cock, he thought) your own skin, with reverence and care, sensually, putting into it all the love and passion you have for your ability and the skills you are learning. You must make love to your music (and your teacher, he thought too).

She was smiling, as though she knew he was mentally undressing her. He could see most of her thighs and a little way up under her skirt, his excitement soared, yes, he could see the beginnings of the darker bands of her nylons, stockings! She was wearing stockings after all. His cock jerked and twitched in his pants as flashing visual images of her standing before him in just her underwear and stockings, with her boots still on, her hands bound together behind her back and...

Sir? she asked so sweetly and beamed a knowing smile at him.

Christ, he would be in danger of cumming in his pants if she did that again.

"Practice stroking the keys not hitting them, use a board at home, close your eyes and think of someone you care much for, play for them, transmit love and hot passion to them as you practice, then it will come (and so would I, he thought).

She really liked him, okay, she knew he liked her but she was out of her depth in a way, sexually that is, she had never...Was still virgin and was afraid he might laugh at her inexperience. He was older, much older, in his mid-fifties she guessed but so nice, so good looking and so fit and well-presented, she preferred older men; they had that something about them. He would be sexually experienced, extremely so probably, and that was the drawback, otherwise she might just be tempted to lose her virginity to such a man.

Is next Wednesday okay for your next lesson?

She hesitated; she needed to see him again and be close to him sooner than that. Could we not do the weekend?

I don’t work weekends... he began and then stopped; the bitch was coming onto him. He flipped over the page in his diary and then looked up and smiled at her, Just for you sweet Kathy, I will do Saturday, if that is okay with you.

It was, it certainly was, anytime would be okay with her, the whole weekend would have been better, they could sit by the fire in the evening whilst he seduced her over a glass of wine then they could go to bed together and all night they could..."

Kathy?

Err...Yes fine with me thanks.

Shall we say...err...eleven in the morning?

She nodded, that would be perfect. Kathy stood to leave and felt a thudding gripping in her pussy as his gaze ran leeringly down her shape to her thighs.

***

The old sprung bell above the door tinkled as he entered the little village shop-cum-post office and selected a few groceries, nodding politely to the two women chatting, the post mistress and a customer.

The woman customer, a brunette and a youngish and good looking woman in her late thirties or very early forties, rolled her eyes and mouthed silently to the post mistress, ‘Oh yes!’

The postmistress didn’t respond but smiled and then her expression became serious as he moved to the counter to pay. Getting settled in now Mister Trent?

He nodded and smiled, thank you yes."

The bitch was lovely, only about thirty-five and slim, with nice little tits, jet-black hair and such a pretty face and her customer too, she was most fuckable as well, he felt then things might be looking up in the village, for his cock more than anything.

"A beautiful cottage you have bought there, so peaceful and