WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 94: Spanked by Her Student (3)

Chapter 3: Valerie’s Momentous Decision

She thought about Marcus that night, and the next day. What would those large hands feel like sliding down her back, squeezing her breasts, caressing her inner thighs? She dressed like she had the day before, in a short skirt and skimpy blouse, and went to the corner bar. It was a bit of a dive for a college town but nonetheless attractive to the fraternity and sorority crowd. Nursing a gin and tonic, she idly wondered if Marcus was in a fraternity. With his pedigree, he had to be.

She’d arrived during happy hour, and the bar was half empty, but evening had arrived and it began filling up. What was Marcus doing tonight? She’d had a couple drinks, just enough to make her feel horny and, she knew, little enough that she’d still be able to enjoy herself, given the chance.

Oh, what the hell.

She called him. “It’s Valerie,” she said.

“Who?”

Valerie’s heart sank. “Miss Dewhurst.”

“Oh! Valerie! So, have you considered my offer?”

She grimaced inwardly. He was so forward! “I suppose I have. Care

for some company?”

“Sure! I’m not up to anything tonight. Where are you? Do you need a

ride?”

And it was all settled, quick as that.

Marcus picked her up in a car uncharacteristic for a college student: a

dark, impossibly luxurious and utterly unprepossessing sedan. She sank into the welcome comfort of the leather passenger seat and buckled her belt. The large car had a lot of legroom, so she stretched her legs and crossed them demurely at the ankles.

Normally on a date she’d be nervous, but her position and the drinks had made her relaxed. She was out for a one-night stand with a cute boy with no strings attached...though if he performed as well as she hoped, she’d consider making it a regular thing.

Valerie flashed Marcus a winning smile. “Thank you so much for picking me up.”

“No problem. You don’t have to cross your legs, you know.” “Oh, that’s all right,” she demurred. “I’m comfortable.” “No, really, you’ll be more comfortable with them spread.”

Valerie laughed. “Getting into the mood already?”

They were now stopped at a red light. Marcus turned to her. “You really should just spread them,” he said, his smile predatory. How she came to know that smile later on.

Valerie misread the smile as friendly. He was just playing; he wasn’t really ordering her around. This was all for fun.

Humoring him, Valerie uncrossed her ankles and sat with her thighs spread wide.

“Good girl,” Marcus said approvingly. Valerie felt a flush of pride, and thought that was an odd way for him to put it. She shrugged inwardly and accepted it as an eccentricity.

As they neared the next stop light, Marcus said, “Why don’t you unbutton your blouse a little?”

“Why should I?” Valerie bantered.

“Now, Valerie,” Marcus said in mock-seriousness, “You know that’s not the answer I’m looking for! For that insolence, I want to see a nipple. Come on, hop to it!”

Valerie laughed. “What, from one button to a whole breast so fast? What kind of girl do you think I am?”

“A slutty one, of course,” Marcus replied.

Valerie laughed again, but a pleasant electric jolt shot through her pussy. Hell, his dirty talk was turning her on! Might as well repay the favor. Now that they were out of the downtown area, the streetlights were rarer and there was much less chance of her being seen.

She unbuttoned her blouse and moved her left bra cup off her breast, exposing it. The nipple was hard, her large areola dark in the dim light. Someone could still see! a part of her mind warned. The rest of her mind didn’t much care. She was pretty anonymous here, and she was about to get properly laid for the first time in months.

“See how much fun it is to just do as I ask? I bet you’re wet as sin, too.”

“So? I bet you’re hard,” Valerie shot back.

They were pulling in to his condo.

Marcus glanced sideways at her. “Not as hard as that nipple,” he said. He parked in the driveway, and moved so quickly that he had gotten

out of the car and around to her door before she’d unbuckled and gathered her purse. He opened it, leaned on the door frame, and leered at her exposed

breast and spread thighs. “I think I’m going to have a good time tonight,” he said in a low voice.

His crotch was at Valerie’s eye level, and she eyed the bulge straining at his khakis. Marcus reached down to stroke her cheek, fingers gliding down the side of her throat to her chest and finally, cupping her left breast. It was all done so smoothly she barely had time to think. It was hard to think anyway, with that promise of a cock staring her in the face and the warm hand holding her breast and...wait...her nipple!

He was holding her nipple. Holding it pretty securely too.

Tugging it. “Hey!”

“Come on, we don’t have all night,” Marcus said.

“But—” Valerie balked, even as she leaned forward to relax the pull

on her nipple.

Marcus bent down and kissed her for the first time. She was

surprised, but the feel of his lips was so pleasant, so warm, that she kissed him right back, her own lips parting slightly. She found herself swinging her legs out the open door, even as Marcus’ fingers still kept their hold secure on her left nipple. While they kissed he tugged gently, and a shock raced from her nipple to her solar plexus.

Marcus broke the kiss and tugged again at her nipple. “Come now,” he said, smiling.

Valerie glanced nervously around the neighboring condos and yards. While there were lights in homes and entrance ways, the cover of darkness seemed complete enough here to hide her shame.

At least, as long as no one was explicitly looking this way.

Valerie stepped out of the car with some reluctance. The made their way to the front door, or rather, Marcus led her by the nipple to his front door. “Hey,” she said, “When do I get my nipple back?”

Marcus already had the house key in his free hand. “You’ll have my nipple back when I’m done with it,” he laughed. Valerie wondered if he was dyslexic. Her nipple was feeling sensitive, and he pulled it harder than before when leading her through the doorway.

“Not long now, I promise,” he said, leading her through the condo to his bedroom.

“But my nipple hurts now,” she wailed.

“By the way, my roommate isn’t home. No need to advertise so loudly.”

Valerie dropped her purse inside the bedroom just as Marcus released her nipple. Grateful, she whirled, threw her arms around him, and kissed him. “Don’t ever do that again!”

“Let go?” He grabbed her nipple again. “Okay. If you insist.”

“Hey!” She ran her hands down his back and untucked his polo shirt. She slid her hands under his waistband. “Cold hands!” she threatened, her palms, chilly from the outdoors, flat against his rear.

“Now that isn’t fair,” Marcus said, releasing her nipple.