Mr. Walters and the exchange student

[ChrisWard]

Mr. Walter’s has taught for fifteen years at Witherings Finishing School for young ladies. He has for the entire time availed himself of every opportunity to peek up the green plaid skirts of the girls in his class. He has fantasized and imagined himself in one lewd situation after another with various members of the student body. He enjoys eating his lunch down by the playing fields instead of the staff room for it affords him the chance to see the girls in their singlets practicing gymnastics, running, frolicking, and his perverted mind raceS with obscenities.

He had skulked about the school in a like manner since he began teaching there. In fact he took the position at this school because of his desire to surround himself in nubile feminine flesh, to wander through young female, aromas, giggles, touches. But, in the last two years, since the death of his wife, his ogling, his prowling had increased in intensity. He found himself more and more at discomfiture trying to control his cock from making obvious displays of its evil desires.

He now sought out a means to satisfy his lust but the occasion had escaped him.

Yesterday, however, as he passed the school’s main bulletin board, he saw a lithe nymph-like Asian girl smiling out at him from a photograph. She stood deliciously in the maroon outfit of her present school. The picture stopped him dead. He read the advert. "I have been accepted as an exchange student to attend Withering. I am in need of lodgings and would be pleased to hear from you. Would like a nice family situation. I long to see the sights of England and am particularly interseted in London’s famed theatre district. My name is Aya Kurita. I look forward to hearing from you."

Walters stared at the girl with longing and decided to write offering his guestroom as lodging. He still had stationary-labeled Mr. & Mrs. Thomas Walters, Withering Finishing School. He would not mention the fact that his wife was dead. An oversight. He again leered at the photograph and fantasized about having the delectable morsel living with him. Oh the opportunities it would afford, to peek, to coerce, to touch….his mind swam with lewd thoughts. As he stood examining the image his cock expanded and he fled off to the staff restroom ….

Later that day he was in the office checking his pidgeon hole mail box for messages when he espied the student information cabinets. “I’ve got to phone home regarding some recalcitrant girls, Mrs. Pierce,” he flung the remark over his shoulder to the harried secretary. He found the new student files and quickly withdrew the foler for Aya Kurita.

He slipped into an empty interviewing office and laid the file out before him. As expected he found several documents and an identifying photograph. He spread them on the desk and first leisurely stared at the photo. His cock was rampant again in seconds….”Oh Aya, could you be the one,” he whispered under his breath.

Then he perused the typed documents (documents written by Tanuki)

Admissions Application

Name: Aya Kurita
Nationality: USA
Age: 19
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 105 lbs
Academic score & class standing: 96/100 overall, 3rd out of 105.

Discliplinary citations (11)

1. Violation of dress code (3): attending class without wearing a bra.
2. Violation of dress code (4): wearing colored underwear.
3. Violation of prohibition on participation in AV industry productions: Unspecified.
4. Voilation of prohibition of intimate contact with opposite sex (3): improper contact with male classmates.


A recommendation from Senior Advisor Noriko Anderson, The International School, Tokyo.

"Miss Kurita is an outstanding student, having finished 3rd in her class of 105. She shows much promise . . ." it went on about her academic performance, her participation in the schools music and dance programs, and her athletics. The last section caught his eye.

"Miss Kurita's considerable number of disciplinary citations demonstrates her difficulty in adapting to Japan's strict code of school behavior. She is a willful, free-thinking young lady who needs only some discipline and direction to achieve great things."

From Aya’s parents 3rd Paragraph

"Since moving to Japan, Aya has some difficulty controlling her urges, like many young Japanese ladies. In Japan, girls are flooded by improper sexual imagery and behavior, which has a detrimental effect on their efforts to remain pure of mind and body. She has fallen into trouble when she is around improper outside influences and peer pressure. We feel that Aya needs a strict, proper, and disciplined environment free from such influences, and we believe the Witherings School is the perfect place for our daughter to excel and reach her potential."

The reference to her sexual indiscretions turned him on and he allowed himself to slip through a number of fantasies. He felt compelled to run his hand over his throbbing dick and again stare at her photograph.

That night he carefully composed mailed his letter and he waited…..


(THIS THREAD IS CLOSED FOR TANUKI AND MYSELF)

 

[Tanuki]

Aya stepped off the train car onto the empty platform, smiling at the conductor who was kind enough to carry her two heavy suitcases for her. All the way from Heathrow, she'd been amazed at how men would step up to help her with her bags. Such a thing never happened to her in Japan. She wondered if the English women got the same treatment. The train began to pull away, and seeing the conductor leaning out, Aya smiled and waved at him.

Alone on the platform, Aya was forced to pull her own bags now, as she followed the signs through the lonely station to the street. A single cab waited by the curb, its driver sound asleep. She approached his open window, "Excuse me, sir, I'm sorry to wake you. Could you take me to," she glanced down at the sheet of paper and read him the address. The driver scowled at her, looking her up and down, then sat up reluctantly and opened his door to help her with her bags. It felt good to almost be done her 24 hour journey, and she felt a bit sticky and grimy. I hope the Walters have a shower, she thought to herself, unsure if that was a silly question or not. She noticed the driver kept glancing in his mirror at her. I must look a mess, she thought with a frown.

The driver spoke suddenly, "Will you be attending the Witherings school then, miss?" he said, looking at her in the mirror.

"Oh, why yes, how did you know?" answered the startled girl.

The driver shrugged, "your uniform," he replied, as if it was obvious. Uniform? thought Aya, then she frowned. Her white blouse and dark pleated skirt must look similar to the school uniform. Aya had wanted to look proper and studious, but perhaps she'd overdone it.

"Do you pick up Witherings girls at the train station often?" she asked the driver.

The driver looked at her for a second before answering, "Not many that look like you."

She looked down at herself. Her blouse did a good job hiding her curves, and her shoulder-length hair was tied up in a ponytail, nothing too enticing. Aya wondered what he meant by that comment. As she pondered that question, she looked out the window and was awed by the lovely scenery, so green and lush. She was used to the concrete, steel & neon that made up downtown Tokyo. The Walters seemed to live out in the country, where the houses were far apart; Aya wondered if the Walters were wealthy? The taxi turned down a long, narrow dirt road and stopped by a large country stone house. Stepping out of the taxi, Aya was struck by how quiet and peaceful were the surroundings. She couldn't see any neighboring houses, just a lovely garden and vast, swaying yellow and green fields.

"It's beautiful!" she gasped out loud, unable to contain her excitement. It was just what Aya needed to concentrate on her studies, away from Tokyo's glittering distractions. She paid the driver and carried her bags to the front door, straightening her skirt and fixing her blouse before she rang the bell. Aya felt her heart beating quickly as she wondered what the Walters would be like. She smiled as she imagined a sweet middle aged English lady married to an eccentric teacher with old style spectacles and an expanding waistline.

 

[ChrisWard]

Thomas Walters aware that Aya arrived today had passed the time fretfully. He arranged her sleeping quarters all the while consumed by erotic imaginings. She had written two letters, one full of inquiries: how close was he to the school? What did he teach? What were the accommodations? How much would it cost?

There was a parental addendum to this letter: Would they keep a close eye on their little girl? Would she have a regular schedule? Could they feel free to communicate by letter and phone? Could regular reports be sent home? Could the delicate matter of her burgeoning sexual curiosity be observed and noted? They were so glad to have found parental figures for their Aya.

The second letter was from Aya, thanking the Walters and accepting their kind, kind offer. She would arrive on their doorstep at approximately 3pm. Next Wednesday and was to start classed on Monday. There were breezy questions about nearby shops, theatres, cinemas, etc.

He had removed the catch on her bedroom door such that the door had a habit of swinging open. He had placed a sexually explicit anime book on the coffee table in the library and had stocked the shelves with lewd materials among the literary works. Pornographic magazines were also placed in the magazine racks along with more mundane journals. The bathroom door never had locked and he left it that way.

Lecherous situations and obscene ideas danced through his mind and he ached to see her in her plaid school uniform prancing about the house or in a skimpy set of baby doll pajamas, curled up on his couch. His lascivious mind conjured up suggestive vision after suggestive vision.

At three he positioned himself behind the flimsy curtain of his front window and waited. At 3:23 a taxi pulled up to the curb. He was ready for her but not ready for what he beheld. She wore what looked like the Withering's school uniform, he dark plaid skirt was shorter and as she stepped out of the cab a luscious inner thigh and a flash of white cotton panties was revealed for the briefest moment. She stood up to present a china doll figure with a spectacular bottom which caused her skirt to flair out seductively. His hand shot to his cock and a gasp escaped his lips. “Oh Aya.”

She bent to pay the cabby and his heart seemed to stop. Her legs were shapely and firm and had the skirt been two inches shorter he would have achieved his most ardent desire. She stooped to take the suitcases in hand and again he caught a glimpse of her alabaster thighs and her flimsy panties. She stood at the door straightened her crisp white blouse and skirt with her hands, how he wished it were his and rang the bell.

He checked himself in the mirror on the way to answer. Tall, slim, 36, considered handsome, in fact the object of many schoolgirl crushes. He flipped back his drooping wave and threw open the door. “Aya, welcome, welcome to your home. Let me take those” he enthused.

 

[Tanuki]

Aya's smile changed to surprise as the door opened to reveal a taller, slimmer, and far more handsome man than she expected.

“Aya, welcome, welcome to your home. Let me take those,” said Mr. Walters, with a smile that thrilled her a bit. He did look like a teacher, yet younger and somehow harder than she imagined.

"Oh, umm, hi," said Aya, taken aback. Her image of her homestay was being turned upside down, at the prospect of living with such an attractive man.

She shook his outstretched hand, and noticed his strong grip. Then he took her bags leading her inside. She noticed the lovely hardwood floors, and the charming layout - his wife's work perhaps. But her eyes quickly moved back to the strong back of Mr. Walters.

"I like your home, did . . . Mrs. Walters decorate it?" was all she could think to say. Aya felt flustered, as she often did with handsome older men. She straightened her back, and tried to put aside her embarrassment. Handsome or not, Mr. Walters was married, and she would be his guest.

 

[ChrisWard]

"Yes," he replied "this was my wife's handy work." He would address the absence of his wife when the time was more appropriate. "Please, Aya, let me show you your room. Then we shall take the grand tour. Go right up the stairs and it’s the first door on the left. My room is on the right. I'm directly behind you my dear."

Her proceeding him up the stairs was a stroke of genius. He stayed far enough behind to afford himself an unobstructed view of her panty-clad ass. The cotton was stretched tightly over the beautifully sloping curve of her cheeks.

The crease at the bottom of each cheek appeared and disappeared alternately and he surrendered to the lust in his belly. His cock strained against his jeans.

In the cleft between her shapely legs her puffy cunt peeked through with each step. Her panties had receded into the slit of her wonderful pussy and he was hypnotized. He stood transfixed in the middle of the stairwell.

When she reached the top she turned to look down at him. "Are they too heavy?" she asked.

He peered up at Aya and could see up the front of her skirt. Her mound protruded impishly and the outline of her mouthwatering cunt stared down at him.

"No, no, I'm fine" he croaked out and continued up the stairs. He wondered if his erection was obvious to the girl. He showed her the room. Placed his hand on her back and said. "Well this is your little boudoir for your stay in England."

You will want to unpack, clean up and in honor of your arrival. I have arranged a special treat for your first night. I am driving you into London to see a musical comedy. An ex student of mine is staring in the production and she will greet us in the dressing room. It's all by way of welcoming you to my home."

He left her to her own devices but did not go back down stairs, rather he slipped into his room.

 

[Tanuki]

"Yes," he replied. "This was my wife's handy work."

Aya couldn't help noticing him referring to his wife's decorating in the past tense. She was about to inquire further, but she felt a gentle hand at her back.

"Please, Aya, let me show you your room. Then we shall take the grand tour. Go right up the stairs and it's the first door on the left. My room is on the right. I'm directly behind you my dear."

The girl shrugged and ascended the stairs, grateful as she saw him moving to get her heavy suitcases. The staircase turned out to be quite steep, and Aya glanced back down to locate the teacher. He was hefting her two suitcases, not even looking in her direction. Aya scolded herself for even contemplating that the kind English gentleman might try to look up her skirt. Still, she made a mental note not to wear short skirts around the house.

At the top of the staircase, she was struck again by the lovely interior decorating job Mrs. Walters had done. After a moment she looked down to see Mr. Walters looking up at her. "Are they too heavy?" she asked, feeling guilty.

"No, no, I'm fine," he croaked out and continued up the stairs. Aya saw his eyes glance lower and she wondered again, subconsciously moving her hands to the front of her skirt. She backed away from the stairwell as he reached the top and plopped her suitcases down. Thanking him with a smile, she pulled them into the room as directed. My room for the next year, she reminded herself.

She felt his hand on her back between the shoulder blades, his touch raising the hairs on the back of her neck. "Well this is your little boudoir for your stay in England."

Boudoir, she thought. I should know that word . . .

"You will want to unpack, clean up and in honor of your arrival, I have arranged a special treat for your first night. I am driving you into London to see a musical comedy. An ex student of mine is starring in the production and she will greet us in the dressing room. It's all by way of welcoming you to my home."

Aya's first thought was how tired she was, but then she smiled brightly. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Walters! That would be fun. Is it ok if I take a shower, it's been a long trip."

Looking up at the older man, she was reminded again of how masculine and mature he looked, compared to the boys she was used to. The way his eyes looked at her, sometimes almost appraisingly, made her feel a bit lightheaded. She wasn't used to his direct way of looking at her, but she found she liked it.

"Will Mrs. Walters be coming?" she asked, again reminded that he had a wife, and she hadn't even met her yet. "And umm, should I dress up for the play?"

 

[ChrisWard]

"No, Aya Mrs. Walters will not be joining us and yes dear, dress for dinner and the theatre. A gala evening. We will be meeting Miss Templeton, and you will want to make an impression. Shall we meet downstairs in half an hour? To think that I taught Miss Templeton five short years ago and now she is on the stage in a West End smash hit. She remains indebted to me for a number of introductions, which I arranged. She is not completely unlike you my dear."

Walters eyed Aya carefully for the weight and impression these words might have. As he looked at her he could not remove the image of her splendid pantied bottom and pussy and the breathtaking view he had just enjoyed.

He stepped into his room. Parting with the words, "Must get ready myself, Aya." he left the door open a crack in order to observe her moving back and forth from the shower and to enjoy the sound of her knocking about. He wanted to imagine her undressing, showering. She was now in the house. Now where he wanted her. He was in his trap and he just had to spring the catch. He thought over his plan to render her his victim and he could foresee no loopholes.

He lay on the bed listening to her, his hand down his trousers. Through a mirror on the wall he could see her door and waited for her to pop in and out to and from the shower.

 

[Tanuki]

"No, Aya Mrs. Walters will not be joining us and yes dear, dress for dinner and the theatre. A gala evening. We will be meeting Miss Templeton, and you will want to make an impression. Shall we meet downstairs in half an hour? To think that I taught Miss Templeton five short years ago and now she is on the stage in a West End smash hit. She remains indebted to me for a number of introductions, which I arranged. She is not completely unlike you my dear."

Aya took in Mr. Walter's words. He seemed a bit evasive about his wife, perhaps they weren't on good terms. It was probably best not to press him. And besides, she had to admit she felt a bit of a relief that it was just the two of them. Aya had been on few real dates, and without his wife there, she could pretend like she was out on the town with a handsome older man. But who was this Templeton girl, so indebted to him? Like her - Aya, he had said. She didn't like the sound of that, was she really indebted to Mr. Walter? She'd been having trouble finding a homestay, but her family was wealthy, they certainly could have put her up in a hotel or dorm if necessary.

Aya forced a smile to her face; she should stop thinking so much, that probably wasn't what he'd meant at all. "Thank you, Mr. Walter, I . . . I'll get ready now."

He left, closing the door, and Aya went about unpacking her things, first her bathing items, and then her clothes. She put a picture of herself and two of her girlfriends up on the dresser, and another of her parents and her older sister next to it. Then she went into the bathroom. Mr. Walter had thought of everything, she noticed, leaving her a second bath towel for her hair, and a small wash cloth of the same soft material. Closing the bathroom door, she fiddled with the door for a few seconds before realizing it didn't lock. They must not have any children, she thought with a smile.

Stripping off her blouse and skirt, Aya admired her figure in the mirror for a few moments, then took off the rest of her clothes and got in the shower. She took a long, hot shower, enjoying the relaxing jet of water that washed away the grime of her long trip from Tokyo.

Once she was finished, Aya wrapped a towel around herself, and a second around her hair, then went into the bedroom. She immediately noticed the bedroom door had creaked open an inch or so, and she went to close it, but again, there was no lock, and it wouldn't really stay shut. She peeked through, then giggled to herself. Did you expect to see Mr. Walter kneeling behind the door? she thought. A man as handsome as he could probably get lots of girls, she told herself.

It was with that thought in her mind, that Aya picked out a dress, a silk cocktail dress with a red and white floral pattern and cross-back spaghetti straps. She thought for a moment, then shook her head and picked out a bra and attached some clear shoulder straps to it. She put on the bra and a pair of panties, then took the towel from her hair and began to rub-dry her hair, finishing with her blow dryer in the bathroom. When she was done, she returned to the bedroom to slide the dress over her head and wiggle into it.

"Mr. Walters?" she called, peeking out the door. Satisfied he wasn't standing there naked, she opened the door and walked out. She hoped her dress was ok, she wasn't sure how formal England was about such things.

 

[ChrisWard]

Walters had thoroughly enjoyed his time in the darkened bedroom he had seen Aya skip back and forth from the bathroom covered by only a towel, then in her panties and bra. He could not wait to spring his trap. But he had to set the bait tonight. He would endear himself to the girl. Show her how valuable he could be to her aspirations. Charm her blatantly and prepare her for his plotted blackmail.

She would be at his sexual mercy and of that he had very little. He wore a tuxedo when he attended the theatre. He had frequented the West End district since coming to the school. He was moderator of the schools Dramatic Arts club and had for many years brought influential and wealthy young ladies and their families to the shows in London. He was seen by the producers, directors, managers as a patron and they courted him unabashedly. He knew actors, actresses, conductors and various stage hands all on a first name basis.

He intended to use Aya’s attraction to the stage as a lure for her affections. He had played the same game to perfection with Miss Templeton and they had enjoyed a torrential affair for two years. Then, he had arranged for her to secure a place in her first show.

He knew that he cut a dashing figure in his tux and that the impressionable young girl would be swept off her feet.

When she came downstairs he was reading in the study and sipping a brandy. “Why my dear,” he said, “you look positively stunning.” He broke a white carnation off its stem in the crystal vase and handed it to her with a bow. “To the fairest flower in London.” He spoke with mock severity.”

Then an air of sadness overtook him. He turned from her and stared out the window into the darkness. “Aya, I have not been entirely honest with you and can carry on the charade no longer. My wife died two years ago in a tragic car accident. And, I have been alone ever since. The loneliness is appalling to me and I rashly saw you as a companion for a time to enliven my vapid existence. You may chose after we return to live at my sister’s house. She has the room and three small children and can offer you familial lodgings.” He continued to look away but she saw him take his handkerchief to his eyes.

The brave man pulled himself together and in a superhuman display of control spun around and offered his arm to Aya. But for tonight lets away to the theater.

At the Avon restaurant. He was greeted by one and all. Show people, stars, waiters and waitresses hailed him and asked about the lovely lady gracing his arm. He was charming and introduced her to people left, right and center. He ordered a light dinner and wine for them both and Aya felt quite the woman about town, very sophisticated, very sexy.

The show was marvelous, a musical revue with one production number followed by another. Miss Templeton wowed the audience with her comic interpretations of the lyrics and with her dancing. After the show she and everyone else back stage gushed over Mr. Walters. “He got me my first job in the theatre she whispered to Aya. He knows everyone in the business. Isn’t he charming?”

When they returned home Aya was reeling with excitement and Walters poured them both a brandy. “Well what did you think, my dear?”

 

[Tanuki]

Aya heard some noise downstairs, so she walked down the stairs and found Mr. Walter in the study. He looked up from his book.

"Why my dear," he said, a brandy glass in hand, "you look positively stunning." Aya blushed at the compliment and watched transfixed as he stood, turned smoothly to take a white carnation from a crystal vase and handed it to her with a bow. "To the fairest flower in London."

"Thank you, Mr. Walters," said Aya in a quiet voice. He looked so dashing in his tuxedo, his movements so smooth and self assured. Her heart fluttered. Then he seemed to transform right before her eyes; his shoulders slumped a bit, and a sadness entered his eyes. He wanted to reach out to him, but he turned his now distant stare toward the window. Aya felt a strange foreboding as her chest grew tight.

"Aya, I have not been entirely honest with you and can carry on the charade no longer. My wife died two years ago in a tragic car accident. And, I have been alone ever since. The loneliness is appalling to me and I rashly saw you as a companion for a time to enliven my vapid existence. You may chose after we return to live at my sister’s house. She has the room and three small children and can offer you familial lodgings."

Aya's head was spinning. Most of all, she felt the urge to comfort the distraught man, as he poured out his soul to her. Yet just behind that feeling was the sense that he had deceived her, inviting her to live with him, alone. He had even admitted that his loneliness had driven him to bring her here. Her heart wanted nothing but to comfort the man who'd been kind to her, and clearly suffered a great loss. But she knew it would be best to find a new place to live; she couldn't stay with him.

She was about to say just that, when Mr. Walters seemed to shake off his sadness, and instead offered his arm, to take her to the theater.

"Mr. Walter . . . maybe we shouldn't . . ." she offered in protest. But he only shushed her silent, telling her it would be a pity to give up a chance for her to see her first play in London's West End. Hesitantly, she agreed, for she was in no danger, and she was dying to see London.

The evening was a whirlwind of experiences. At the Avon restaurant, he seemed to come alive again, introducing her to so many faces that she lost count. Everyone seemed to know Mr. Walter and respect him, and Aya felt an enormous thrill to be on his arm, to see the jealousy in the eyes of waitresses and even wives. The show itself was a revelation, unlike anything she'd seen before. Aya loved dancing, the physicality and power mixed with grace. His former student was, to her dismay, quite beautiful and talented, and she felt an instant and uncontrollable jealousy.

"He got me my first job in the theatre," the young woman had whispered in Aya's ear. "He knows everyone in the business. Isn’t he charming?" She could only nod, suddenly feeling empty inside. If Mr. Walter was used to women like Miss Templeton, he must certainly find a schoolgirl like herself to be a bit ordinary. Despite her assumption, however, he talked to her as if she was the only woman that truly mattered, speaking of the arts, and acting, and the history of London's theater district. Aya hung on his every charming word, warmed to every smile in his eyes, and tingled to every casual touch on her arm or back. He'd even introduced her to several theater producers, and one had even given her his card, and asked her to call him when she graduated. "Perform in one of my productions before you head off to New York," he had suggested. Aya had almost fallen over and fainted. "Assuming Mr. Walters gives you the nod, of course," the producer had added with a laugh.

Aya couldn't believe her luck, a recommendation from a man such as Mr. Walters might be enough to get her into a top New York acting school. On the spot, she made a vow that she would work harder than she ever had before, over the next year at Witherings.

By the time they were home, Aya couldn't keep herself from babbling, she was so excited. Mr. Walters poured them both a brandy. "Well what did you think, my dear?"

Aya couldn't help gushing, "That was so wonderful! I had no idea you were so . . . popular, and in with the theater crowd!" Thoughts were crowding each other in her mind. "If I could be in a London play, and - and then go to school in New York - oh, I'd . . ." she stopped herself. She'd been about to say she'd do anything, and that might not sound appropriate to Mr. Walters. She blushed and averted her eyes. Then just as quickly, her eyes shot back to look intensely at him.

"Miss Templeton seems . . . quite fond of you," she said haltingly. "She's so beautiful, and sexy, and . . . and she is indebted to you. Are you two . . ." her voice trailed off and she took a sip of brandy. Mr. Walter only looked at her, his eyes moving down her body as if following the trail of brandy inside her. Whether it was his gaze or the brandy, she felt her body warming.

"I'm so sorry about your wife," she said suddenly, putting down the glass. "She must have been very special . . ." Then Aya struggled to phrase the next part, "If you . . . I mean, I-I could . . . stay with you . . . if that would help. You know, so you'd have someone to talk to?"

Aya's heart was pounding as she waited for his answer. He put down his glass, and took a step toward her, and Aya realized she was trembling slightly.

 

[ChrisWard]

“You have made me terribly happy, my dear.” He kissed her on the lips yet he was extremely careful. The kiss was both avuncular and sensual. He wanted Aya to struggle to interpret the kiss, to question his motives, his intention. He patted her on the bum and said, “Let’s have another nightcap, just to celebrate. We are going to become great chums you and I. Sit, Aya, sit.” He motioned to the couch. When she sat down he plopped beside her, so close that their thighs touched. “I’ll know we will share so many common interests.”

“You will become a regular at the West End theatres I’m afraid. I sensed, tonight, a welcomed maturity in you Aya, so much so that I believe that I can share the symphony, the ballet, the opera with you. You are a sophisticate my dear. I read it in your body language, your dress. He took her hand. Am I correct about you Aya? I feel you are the type to appreciate foreign films as opposed to the latest inane Hollywood comedy.”

He reached for the remote, which was on the end table beside her he stretched across her to fetch it. Was he being cavalier or did he intentionally brush across her breasts. He was being so kind, so complimentary. Did he know what he was doing to her? Did he sense the effect he and the evening had on her? Could he see her wantonly blushing and leaning into him? Did he really want company or did he want her?

“I adore foreign films. This one is Swedish called “Sunday to Wednesday”. Note the grainy black and white “campy” film.” A couple was fucking wildly on the television screen. He seemed taken however only with cinematic technique. “The camera you see is hand held and expresses the immediacy and the verite of the situation. Look, look at the use of shadow and light here.” There was a close up of the man’s huge erect penis held in the woman’s tightening grip. “You will see how the camera zooms, pans and falls back as if the camera itself is involved in the action.” The woman’s cunt wide open wet and pulsing flashed on the screen. “ See the rapid editing technique gives and artistic unity to the entire piece.”

He flicked off the television. “I’m afraid I’ll bore you with my enthusiasm for film and directing decisions. We’ve had such a full night and you my dear must be suffering terribly from jet lag. Let’s go off to bed. He arose and took her hand in both of his. “Thank you Aya, thank you for your decision. It means much more than you can imagine. I must insist that you sleep in tomorrow. I will hold breakfast until you are ready. He kissed her on the forehead and was gone up to his room."

Once in his room he clutched himself by the cock and leaned his back against the door. As he fondled his bulging dick he spoke quietly, " patience, patience, if you play her correctly, you can have your way with her...... Oh that sweet, sweet,young pussy........."

 

[Tanuki]

“You have made me terribly happy, my dear.”

Aya felt an enormous warmth spread through her chest at his words, and then she closed her eyes in anticipation as he leaned in to kiss her. Her lips parted slightly to accept his warm kiss, and she felt a stirring deep inside. But the kiss was all too brief, and then he moved away, leaving her wanting more.

He patted her on her bottom, in a decidedly unsexual way, and said, “Let’s have another nightcap, just to celebrate. We are going to become great chums you and I. Sit, Aya, sit.”

Chums. The word almost made her cringe. Her suspicions were confirmed, she was just another student to him, promising and interesting, but an object of friendship rather than desire.

He took her to the couch, and sat down beside her. She was all too aware of his leg against hers, as he spoke again of platonic things:

“I’ll know we will share so many common interests. You will become a regular at the West End theatres I’m afraid. I sensed, tonight, a welcomed maturity in you Aya, so much so that I believe that I can share the symphony, the ballet, the opera with you. You are a sophisticate my dear. I read it in your body language, your dress. He took her hand. Am I correct about you Aya? I feel you are the type to appreciate foreign films as opposed to the latest inane Hollywood comedy.”

Aya felt lost in his eyes, as he spoke of sharing the arts with her. She did love the arts, especially ballet, yet at that moment, she could only think of his kiss. Then he was reaching across her body, his arm brushing against the swell of her breast, and long after he had sat back again, she could feel his touch there, lingering. She leaned in against him, so that their shoulders touched, but he seemed not to notice, as he talked about the film.

Aya sat up suddenly with a gasp. There in grainy black and white on the TV, a woman was holding the largest penis she'd ever seen. Mr. Walters was narrating the cinematic techniques, but Aya didn't hear, she was too shocked by the sight of first the erect cock, and then a woman's cunt. Her hand went to cover her mouth, as the two actors began an almost animalistic lovemaking.

When the TV suddenly shut off, Aya gasped again, and turned, blushing brightly to see Mr. Walters looking at her.

“I’m afraid I’ll bore you with my enthusiasm for film and directing decisions. We’ve had such a full night and you my dear must be suffering terribly from jet lag. Let’s go off to bed."

Aya almost fainted. Was he going to bed her? She felt her body enflaming at the thought, as he stood and took her slightly trembling hand in his.

“Thank you Aya, thank you for your decision. It means much more than you can imagine. I must insist that you sleep in tomorrow. I will hold breakfast until you are ready."

Then with a platonic kiss, he was gone up the stairs, leaving her confused and disappointed. Aya had to think for a second to remember what decision he was talking about. "Ohh," she whispered, remembering that she had just offered to stay with him, and he had accepted.

What have I done? she thought, looking unhappily up the stairs. She had agreed to live with a man that she desired terribly. A man who seemed interested in her only as a friend, a . . . . theater companion. Aya bit her lip. She would just have to concentrate on her studies, and get over her infatuation. It was an unfamiliar task; the norm for her was dealing with infatuated boys - that she could handle, but this?

Later, lying under the thick cover of her surprisingly large bed, Aya had to fight to keep her hands from wandering over her still heated body, as she thought of Mr. Walters, sleeping so near to her. In frustration, she threw off the cover, for she felt too warm to fall asleep. She briefly considered pulling off her thin, cotton tanktop, but after a glance at her still stiffened nipples poking at the pink material, she decided against it. With her hands awkwardly held flat on the bed, Aya drifted off into a fitful night of heated dreams.

 

[ChrisWard]

Three weeks have passed since Aya first entered his house, and things were going splendidly. Walters was close to springing his trap on the delicious girl. He was now accustomed to rising at 3 AM and peeking through the crack in Aya's door. She often slept atop the covers and nightly he stood in the dark abusing his cock and dreaming of abusing the luscious morsel lying on the bed.

He had taken the star struck girl to three more shows, two ballets, and the symphony. He had introduced her to an array of influential people. Miss Templeton had come to visit, last Saturday afternoon. She discussed Aya's theatrical aspirations and inveigled her to stay "tight" with Mr. Walters and he would all but ensure Aya's success.

Miss Templeton was aware of Mr. Walter's immoral intentions for Aya and enjoyed seeing the pretty young thing corrupted as she was. She had a quick conversation with Mr. Waters in the kitchen. "My mate at Withering has befriended your darling Aya and is aware of your birthday party plan. It's all arranged. Just have a camera ready and it's a go. Although Aya is so gaga over her Mr. Walters I'm sure you could have her without the trap as you call it." She confided.

"Ah, My dear, I want her at my command. I want her to follow my every sexual desire. You know the sexual exchanges I require. You above all my dear." Mr. Walters reached up under her skirt and caressed her pussy as he spoke the last sentence.

The next day he casually dropped the news to Aya that she was to invite some friends home to celebrate her birthday. He wanted to treat her in thanks for her splendid company. He kissed her like a relative and continued reading the paper. She had become accustomed to his little kisses and still could not interpret them. As she could not interpret his little pats on the but, his handholding, the stroking of her arm, the hand on the small of her back.

She was also used to him sitting thigh to thigh with her on the couch as they watched his foreign movies. Fornication, fellatio, cunnilingus, anal sex, bondage, spanking, masturbation, every and all sexual acts were portrayed in his collection of erotica. But, he constantly analyzed them for their artistic merit. Their thighs rubbing and he reaching across her as one lewd and bawdy scene unraveled on the next was getting to Aya. She often would squirm in her seat as the torrid action flowed. Inwardly, Walters smiled at her reaction.

The day of Aya's party arrived and Walters was ready. To ensnare the object of his covert lust.

 

[Tanuki]

In the following week, Aya had little time to worry about Mr. Walters, as school started, and she was fully occupied with meeting her classmates, and focusing on her schoolwork. She found the Witherings School to be a wonderful environment, and she fell in love with the lovely campus, her inspiring teachers, and the variety of intellectually stimulating coursework in sharp contrast to her curriculum back in Japan.

She made fast friends with a classmate named Melody, such that she even confessed that she was living with Mr. Walters. From that point, Melody teased her regularly, whenever Aya had a far-off dreamy look during their classes. Her new friend sympathized with Aya's infatuation, yet to Aya's disappointment, Melody was no help in interpreting the teacher's mixed signals.

Living with Mr. Walters was a mixed blessing. On the one hand, Aya was enthralled by their outtings to the theatre, the ballet, the symphony. She was meeting fascinating people, and her prospects for an acting career were soaring. Yet the more time she spent with her mentor, the more frustrated she became. Mr. Walters' habit of casual touches was increasingly disconcerting for the girl, for her body was reacting beyond her control. Aya found herself pressing up against the older man, hoping for a response, or a more intimate touch, but she was always disappointed. In her inexperience, she was at a loss for how to attract a man; in the past, she hadn't needed to do anything, and guys would show interest. Here was a man more interesting, more sexy than any man she'd known, and she wasn't getting anywhere with him.

Determined to take a more active pursuit in the second week, Aya began to wear more skimpy clothing at home. She would wear very short shorts, or a miniskirt, and tight-fitting cotton stretch tops. Sometimes she would stretch her arms over her head at the breakfast table. Mr. Walters would simply gaze at her, smile, and go back to reading the paper. Once, after enduring his arousing touches for long enough, she had climbed onto his lap on the couch, straddling him. Aya was sure he would react to such a brazen display, yet he had simply put down his book, lifted her easily by the hips up into the air, set her down beside him, then gone back to reading.

"Don't you find me attractive?" she had asked him, thrilled deeply by the way he had lifted her like she weighed nothing.

"Of course I do, my dear," he had responded, looking up from the hardback novel and reaching up to caress her cheek. "You're a beautiful young lady. You should pay less attention to me, and go find yourself a love-struck boy. Now go back to your studies, you have an exam tomorrow."

Aya normally loved to study, to learn from books and better herself. But recently she'd found it increasingly hard while studying, to keep her free hand from wandering to inappropriate places. Once or twice, Mr. Walters had walked in on her, and even though he showed no signs of noticing, Aya had nearly had a heart attack for fear he had seen her.

Nowhere however, were her frustrations peaked more than when she was forced to sit and watch Mr. Walters unusual collection of foreign films. Aya found the very explicit subject matter at once both revolting and fascinating. She was prone to covering her eyes, as she was exposed to shocking new imagery. Living in Japan, she had seen similar Japanese films, yet they thankfully censored key spots, and were generally less explicit. On occasion, Mr. Walters would get caught up in analyzing a scene, and his hand would wander to her inner thigh, caressing and drawing little circles on her smooth flesh. At those moments, Aya would feel her breathing grow coarse, and her thighs would spread, inviting him to move his fingers closer to her heated center. It was all in vain, for he never even noticed her reactions.

By the third week, Aya was a bundle of frustration, her body burning with need that her strict upbringing and inexperience left her unable to quench. She thought about asking Mr. Walters to take care of her need for her, but the shame would be more than she could bear. To make matters worse, she was to turn 20 the next day, and she would do so without anyone around her knowing. Aya was too modest to tell Mr. Walters, and telling the girls at school would have appeared desperate. So it was to her great surprise, that Mr. Walters came home that evening to announce that he had arranged a birthday party for her for tomorrow, and invited a few of her friends.

Aya was so surprised she couldn't speak, instead a tear began to trickle down her cheek. She found her voice, gushing her thank you's and hopping onto Mr. Walters, straddling him to give him a big hug. "You're wonderful!" she babbled, hugging him again, "the most wonderful man in the world, thank you so much!"

That evening, they were sitting on the couch, Aya leaning contently against his shoulder. This time, Mr. Walters chose a different type of film, a Japanese anime short film about a virgin princess who was captured, enslaved, and sexually tortured by a bandit king. Mr. Walters quite skillfully dissected the film's poor technique, yet Aya found the subject matter alarmingly stimulating. She now sat on the couch in only tight-fitting cotton boxers and a matching cutoff tank that emphasized her largish breasts. It was the first time she had decided not to wear a bra, in hopes of garnering the attention she desired from her older host. Her nipples were sharply outlined in the thin material, and she blushed as Mr. Walters looked at her.

"Mr. Walters," she said, "what did you think about the girl, her reactions to his . . . tortures? She was so . . . umm . . ."

"Responsive?" he offered.

"Yes!" she replied with another blush. "I know it's a movie, but how could the girl enjoy what he was doing to her? It was so . . . demeaning!"

"Mr. Walters?" she said when he didn't immediately answer, her voice strained a bit. "If I was a princess, and you were the evil bandit, would you . . . would you do those terrible things to me if you caught me?" Aya's voice wavered a bit. She was trembling slightly, unsure what his answer would be, but hoping to hear him say that he loved her, and could never do those humiliating things to her.

 

[ChrisWard]

Walters’s day had finally arrived. The plan was in the works and if all went well the scrumptious Aya would be his. She had fallen for Walters, that was obvious and had begun to rub her delightful body against him. Twice she had straddled him playfully and it took all of his will power to refrain from ripping his cock out of its confinements and taking the gorgeous Aya on the spot.

Her ample breasts and her pouting cunt called to him but he abnegated his lust for her lithe and supple body. He had bigger plans for Aya. She was to be his submissive sex toy. He would have her tonight after Melody and he had sprung the trap. He longed to taste her carnal treasures but wanted her in a special way.

As a prelude to the evening he had chosen an anime film entitled "Captured Princess," Aya snuggled beside him to watch it. She was dressed in such an alluring fashion that Walters cock struggled against his underwear. Her tits and nipples were in prominent display and she had not worn a bra for the first time. Walters could clearly picture and admire the shape and curves of her large but firm breasts. The nipples looked like candies to Waters’s sweet tooth. How he longed to explore this little beauty.

She coyly asked about the princess' reaction to the torture and then wondered if he would treat the princess as the bandit had. He wanted to plant a seed in the girl's mind and saw this as the ideal moment. Just before the party, just before the trap.

He turned and looked her full in the face. Sex is a strange thing my dear. As you ask I will tell you. Pain, humiliation and non-consent, seem terrible things in all endeavors. But, in a sexual situation, they titillate, they stimulate. The princess' body responds despite herself. It betrays her in a way. The body begins in refusal; but arousal and desire, lust and craving are stronger more primitive emotions and the princess has a raging uncontrolled orgasm. This could not be brought on by some lovey-dovey childish kissy-kissy relationship. The truly thundering release of sexual tension must be accompanied by a walk down the dark alley of pain, fear, and compulsion. He was speaking more like a teacher than a seducer but Aya sensed something else.

Aya's mind reeled but she had to prepare for her friend’s arrival.

 

[Tanuki]

Aya's jaw dropped and her hand came to her chest as she listened to Mr. Walters talking about the princess being betrayed by her body. The kind, captivating eyes of her teacher and friend took on a slightly menacing look that frightened the girl to the point that she suddenly felt the urge to hide her body. Did the cultured, sophisticated Mr. Walters really believe these things, that a woman had so little self control, that she would welcome such humiliating treatment with an orgasm?

The truly thundering release of sexual tension must be accompanied by a walk down the dark alley of pain, fear, and compulsion, he told her.

"No, that's not true!" she protested, "I had . . ." Aya's voice trailed off and she looked away. She'd almost made a great error in telling him about that . . . incident back in Japan. Only one other person knew about what happened, her friend Reiko, and that was because Reiko was there with her.

"I . . . I better get ready," she stammered, her hands trying to cover her breasts from his intrusive gaze. She felt like a fool, prancing around in her underwear before Mr. Walters, trying to attract his attention. What if he decided to act out his beliefs, to impose himself on her? Would her body react, to betray her like the princess? Aya shook her head. Most definitely not - what attracted her to Mr. Walters was his kindness, his mind, the way he looked after her. She was sure if he morphed into an evil man, her desire for him would dry up like water in the hot sun.

Back in her room, Aya looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed, and her nipples were engorged and poking urgently against her cotton tanktop, matched by a dull heat between her thighs. She stood for a minute, willing her body to lose its arousal, then gave up in disgust and went to the bathroom to get ready.

 

[ChrisWard]

Mr. Walters was in ecstasy over their last encounter. Aya had actually covered her breasts in fear. He could not wait to force her to expose those beautiful heavy breasts to his wanton gaze and touch. He had planted the seed of his twisted desires into her mind. It would help to stir her gorgeous little cunt to pique its anticipation.

Walters watched her disappear up the stairwell. He gave his aching cock a few quick rubs but he had so much to do. He had to prepare for the party, and, he had to prepare for his special after party surprise. He opened the cabinet housing his collection of pornographic films and smiled as he stared at his latest addition with Japanese writing scrawled on the spine.

Then he checked the camera he had set up on his library shelf. Its arrangement had taken him all of yesterday afternoon while Aya was out with Melody. Ah, thank God for Melody. She knew the positioning of the camera and had assured Walters of her complicity. Up in his bedroom, his television set displayed and taped all that the hidden camera projected.

Walters gave everything one last look. He then went to check on the snacks and the wine, sherry, port and whisky he had prepared for the girls. This was Walter's night

 

[Tanuki]

A few hours later, Aya woke up with a start. She'd lay down to rest on her bed, mentally exhausted, and lost track of time. She glanced at the clock, the party was supposed to start 15 minutes ago.

Quickly, she fixed her hair, and looked at herself in the mirror. She hadn't dressed so conservative in a few weeks, but Mr. Walters revelation had driven her to modesty. She wore a thick soft sweater and a mid-length skirt that went down to her knees; to her satisfaction, she saw that the outfit hid her curves.

She came downstairs, to find the lights off. Flipping them on, she almost jumped out of her skin when she saw who was standing there in the dining room holding pink balloons.

"Surprise!!" shouted the girls as Aya screamed in delight. "Happy Birthday!"

Aya couldn't believe her eyes and ears. One of the girls, her good friend Katie, was studying in London, so that was no surprise. But Reiko? "Reiko? How . . .?"

The petite Japanese girl was her best friend from Tokyo, and she was giggling happily. "I was visiting Katie-chan on my vacation!" she said in explanation. The third girl was Melody, the wild, naughty girl from Witherings who had welcomed Aya and showed her the ropes. Melody answered Aya's obvious question.

"It was Mr. Walters," she said, pointing toward the teacher who had belatedly appeared behind them. "He tracked down your friends in London, and asked them to come for your birthday."

Aya looked at him, seeing the smile on his face, and felt her heart skip a beat. Thank you! she mouthed as her two best friends mugged her with the big hug they'd been impatiently waiting to give her. Her earlier confusion swept away instantly, Aya enjoyed the hug, squeezing her friends tightly.

"Aya-chan," said Katie, "you look great, is it all the hot English men?" They all laughed as Aya blushed, glancing at Mr. Walters.

The girls pulled her into the dining room and they sat down, chatting away about her new school, and how different England was from Tokyo. Mr. Walter had prepared delicious snacks, which the girls gulped down in between their laughing and joking. He had even provided some wine, sherry, port and whisky, which they goaded each other into trying. Aya kept smiling at Mr. Walter, amazed at the great lengths he'd gone to give her a happy birthday. With the latest reminder of how good he was to her, Aya felt suddenly guilty at the way she had reacted earlier that day. So when he stood up from the table and announced that he was leaving, to let the girls have the night to themselves, Aya felt reluctant to let him go.

"Please, I'd like you to stay," she said with a frown. The other girls echoed Aya's request, but he only shook his head and smiled, giving his regards and promising to not return until late, but he asked the girls to wrap it up by midnight.

Aya got up to give him a big hug, and then watched as he left, that familiar ache in her belly returning. It didn't last long though, for the girls quickly cheered her up. By the end of the meal, Aya felt warm in her belly from the wine and sherry. She rarely drank, and one glass was more than enough to get her tipsy. Of the others at the table, only Melody seemed unaffected, the other two girls were acting very silly. After dinner, the girls took Aya into the den, where there were a couple of presents in satiny paper waiting for her. Melody stopped Aya before she could reach for the gifts.

"Ok, Aya, we have a little tradition here at Witherings," she said, looking with mock severity at her. "On your 20th birthday you must submit to answering three questions from each of us. If you lie, or refuse to answer, we take one article of clothing from you. Don't worry, if you refuse to answer about something, we can't keep asking you about it."

Feeling the effects of the liquor, Aya just giggled. "Ok, but I want to open my gifts first!" Katie and Reiko cheered, forcing Melody to give in.

"Ok, but the deal is, if you open the gifts before you answer the questions, you have to use them."

"Use them?" said Aya, puzzled.

"You know, if they're clothes, you have to wear them, if it's food, you have to eat it, things like that," said Melody.

Aya wasn't that drunk. "Ah hah!" she said, "You bought me some silly thing to wear? Ok, I'll wait."

"Suit yourself," said Melody, with a shrug. "Ok, let's start,"

Melody then guided Aya over to stand in front of the fireplace, and instructed her not to move.

"Ok, Reiko, you ask the first question," said Melody, as the three girls took a seat on the couch.

"Ok," said Reiko, "Aya, how many men have you slept with?"

The girls looked at her intensely, perhaps wondering if she'd slept with Mr. Walters. "Just one!" said Aya, wanting to dispel that rumor. Melody was next, and Aya knew she would ask the obvious question, whom did she sleep with?

"Aya, how many times have you masturbated in Mr. Walters' house?"

Aya blushed, for she hadn't been expecting that. She thought back, and immediately decided.

"I pass on that question," she answered. With raised eyebrows, Melody instructed her to remove an article of clothing. Aya wasn't wearing shoes, only her school socks, so she took those off.

"Have you ever masturbated at school?" said Katie, pursuing the line of questioning.

Aya didn't answer, just scowled at Katie and pulled her sweater over her head. Underneath, she still wore her white cotton bra, a push up type she'd bought in Japan. The girls cheered, complimenting her boobs. "Can't you ask me stuff like, what's my bra size?" whined Aya, her hands fidgeting in front of her.

"Keep your hands at your sides," scolded Melody, smiling as Aya quickly obeyed. "You're lucky there are no guys here, usually we bring guys to the parties."

Reiko was next, and she had a mischevious look. "Aya-chan, has anyone video-taped you wearing a bikini?"

"Reiko!" shrieked Aya, looking for something to throw at her. She realized that little Reiko could ask her any number of questions that Aya wouldn't be able to answer. She unzipped her skirt and tossed it away, saying, "Ok, but you can't ask me about video-taping again!"

Melody nodded. "That's right, we'll move on." She grinned at her. "Aya, would you like to open one of your gifts now?"

Aya thought for a second. She was running out of clothing quickly, it might be a good idea. She nodded, and Melody brought her a box wrapped in red satiny paper. She tore it open, and lifted up a pink, transparent piece of material. Aya looked at it strangely, then folded it out.

"It's a baby doll!" announced Katie, clapping. "Reiko and I picked it out for you! Try it on!"

Aya had never owned a baby doll lingerie, but it was quite pretty. She slipped it over her head, leaving on her underwear for obvious reasons. It fit snuggly, and there were string ties just below her breasts. Reiko leapt up from the couch to help tie them for her. Once tied, the sheer material clung to her breasts with horizontal trim above and below, that looked a little like rope. It hung down to her upper thighs, flaring a bit, but still hugging her body closely. Two pink strings went over her shoulders.

"Oh wow, you look incredible!" said Katie, the other girls nodding. Aya blushed deeply, her hands hanging awkwardly at her sides. "Let's ask her more questions to get rid of her bra and panties!"

Aya's blush deepened, and she realized at that moment that without her bra, her friends would probably see her nipples and know how aroused she was at the moment.

"Umm, c-can I open the other gift?" said Aya. She needed more clothing, anything, it didn't matter. Melody looked reluctant.

"You still have 5 more questions to answer," she said.

"I know, I promise to answer them!" said Aya, pleadingly. "Just let me open the other gift!"

With goading from the other girls, Melody agreed, handing the 2nd box to Aya. This one was very small, and Aya realized she should have looked at the box first. It was too small to be any significant clothing. With trepidation, she unwrapped it. "What??" she gasped, holding it up. "No . . . . I . . ."

"What is it?" said Katie and Reiko simultaneously, getting up to look. "Oh my god," gasped Katie, "it's got a remote control!"

The three girls turned at once to look at Melody, for it was her gift. Melody had an evil grin.

"Aya, you know the rules . . ."

Aya looked pleadingly at her other two friends, but the initial shock in their eyes was turning almost predatory. "No, please!" she begged, half giggle and half protest, as the two girls started reaching for her.

 

[ChrisWard]

When Walters arrived home it was quarter past twelve and the house was dark except for the strobe like flickering of the television set. Aya had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for Walters to return. She was wearing a sheer baby doll outfit and the effect of viewing her like that went straight to his cock. Her black hair framed her face beautifully and her lips parted innocently. He bent close to her to revel in those splendid tits, which were pressed together by her arms. Her knees were drawn up and he circled her to afford himself a breathtaking view of her tantalizing ass. Peeking out from between her legs Walters could discern the outlines of her sweet, pouting little pussy.

He smiled down at her and delighted in knowing that now she was to be his. His cock raged in his trousers but he had to ensure that all had been taped. Up in his room the television was on but snowy. He hoped Melody had encountered no trouble with the remote. He pressed rewind and the tape's whir told him that there was something there.

The tape began: "Ok, Aya, we have a little tradition here at Witherings," she said, looking with mock severity at her. "On your 20th birthday you must submit to answering three questions from each of us. If you lie, or refuse to answer, we take one article of clothing from you. Don't worry, if you refuse to answer about something, we can't keep asking you about it."

It was perfect. Walters saw Aya positioned in front of the camera and the questioning began. When Aya removed her socks Walters already had his cock out in anticipation. He stroked it as the tape continued. Then he stopped the tape and rewound it. He went downstairs, gathered the second tape, the one of Reiko and Aya in Japan and went to awaken Aya. It was time.

"Aya," he whispered as he shook her shoulder. "Aya."
"MMmm" she slowly awoke to his voice. She smiled and sat up. "I waited for you."

He sat close beside her, as was his custom. "Did you enjoy your party?" He asked.

She straddled him and answered, "It was lovely." She kissed him but this time he responded not with an avuncular kiss but rather he kissed her passionately. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths and they both moaned hungrily. Mr. Walters sucked on Aya's tongue and his hands caressed, rubbed kneaded her back and her ass.

Aya was surprised by the change but luxuriated in the feeling like a kitten. She felt his obvious excitement between her legs. His cock rubbed back and forth against her wet pussy and she in turn rode and pressed into him. "Oh, Aya," he whispered, "I have waited so long." She melted into him and whispered in his ear. Her tongue circled his ear as she drove him to distraction with her admissions and desires.

Walters undid his trousers and his ample cock bounced out of its confinements. He wanted to seduce the girl before the revelations. He wanted to remove all protests. His naked cock now slipped up and down on Aya’s panty covered cunt. His hands rode up under her sheer top and he found her spectacular firm breasts, the nipples erect and straining to be fondled. He circled each nipple with his thumbs then rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers tweaking the sensitive buds lovingly. He then pressed her tits together and kissed them through the diaphanous material.

Aya pressed hard against Walter’s cock her hand reached down and she kneaded the head and shaft as he kissed her breasts. Walters pulled her face to his and kissed her liquid mouth; at the same time his left hand descended and moved her panties to one side. She urged him on with moans and subtle movements of her hips.

He took his cock and placed the tip above her clit, then moved it down to her open pussy. As he inserted his cock, Aya’s clit and lips were pulled into her as well. He wanted maximum contact with her clit as he fucked her. The exquisite beauty of the feelings welled through them both as he allowed his cock to slip in and up into her soaking cunt. She pushed down on him and he was in up to the hilt. They both stopped and delighted in the absolute penetration.

Then slowly Aya began to ride his cock. His hands wrapped around her gorgeous pumping ass and he kneaded and worked the firm flesh as they fucked. He rose to meet her every down thrust and gradually the pace quickened. “God, my Aya, you are beautiful,” he breathed. “Ride me Aya, ride my cock till we cum together.” They were lost in lust and called each other’s name and dug fingernails and bit each other as they approached orgasm. They were both groaning and panting loudly as the tension built. Walters could hold back his eruption no longer. He began to pump squirt after a squirt of cum deep inside her. She in turn felt the spasming and releasing of climactic waves. They thrashed about in animalistic fucking for minutes, draining and milking each other. At last they sunk into each other’s arms. They clung to each other for ten minutes, then he spoke.

He lay her on the couch and looked lovingly at her. “Spread your legs and hold yourself open, Aya. I want to see you like that.” Instead she closed her legs and placed a hand over her dark lovely cunt.

“I’m too shy for that.” she said, trying to pull him down beside her.

“My, Aya, I want no shyness from you. I want a sex goddess. I want you like the princess in the film. Sit up my lovely. I would like you to see something.” He pulled her close to him and rubbed her shoulder. Next, he kissed her tenderly expressing his love for her. She snuggled into him.

He turned on the player and Aya saw and heard, "Ok, Aya, we have a little tradition here at Witherings," she said, looking with mock severity at her. "On your 20th birthday you must submit to answering three questions from each of us. If you lie, or refuse to answer, we take one article of clothing from you. Don't worry, if you refuse to answer about something, we can't keep asking you about it."

 

[Tanuki]

After the party, Melody had taken Aya's two friends home to London in her car; they had left a bit early in fact, for Reiko had been feeling sick from the unfamiliar liquor. Aya went into the bathroom and removed the pink egg rotor, washing it thoroughly. She didn't want Mr. Walters to find it, so she hid it in her toiletry bag. Then she went back to the couch, and lay down. In just minutes she fell asleep, her body still warm and aroused.

"Aya . . . Aya," said the deep, soothing voice.

"MMmm," she murmured, opening her eyes. It was Mr. Walters, sitting on the couch. She smiled and sat up. "I waited for you."

He sat close beside her, and her heart leapt as she realized how much she wanted him. "Did you enjoy your party?"

With a smile, Aya climbed onto his lap. "It was lovely," she said as she leaned in to kiss him. This time, his mouth opened to hers, and he took her in passionately. Aya moaned as their tongues met in a warm embrace. Mr. Walters sucked on her tongue and his hands moved around her back. It felt strange to finally be touched and kissed by Mr. Walters, but Aya felt her body reacting eagerly, and she moaned in satisfaction.

With shock and excitement, she felt his hardness between her legs, and her body began to heat up. "Oh, Aya," he whispered, "I have waited so long." His words thrilled her, and she pressed her hips against him, trembling as she felt him against her panties. It felt so good that she pressed her whole body tightly against his, enjoying the feel of her breasts against his firm torso.

She nibbled his ear, whispering, "Mr. Walters, I've wanted you to make love to me for so long. Please take me, but . . . be gentle--ohh!" He had sprung his cock from his trousers, and its warm tip had rubbed against her mound beneath her damp panties. She glanced down, and gasped at the size of his erect cock, and she immediately felt concern that he might be too big for her Asian size. Then he began to slide it on the front of her panties as she moved up and down, and she forgot all about her worries. "Mr. Walters, that's making me so wet!" she gasped into his ear, "I . . . I can't control it, I'm sorry!"

Aya felt embarrassed by the spreading warm wetness between her thighs. She looked at him to see any signs of disapproval at her wanton display of desire, but instead he was sliding his hands up beneath her pink babydoll, to reach her breasts. Then Aya found her arousal was only just beginning, as he began to tease and tweak her sensitive nipples to greater stiffness. Her breasts were almost too sensitive, and as he began to kiss her breasts, she trembled. Each sucking sensation sent jolts of pleasure down to her wet center, and she arched her back and moaned. Reaching down, she felt the warmth of his cock, and she encircled it with her hand, marveling at the feel of it in her small hand. She rubbed the head, lightly caressing the sensitive undersize, and smiling as Mr. Walter groaned with pleasure.

Then he was kissing her again, and she felt him move her panties to one side. The feel of air on her exposed pussy made her shiver, and she wiggled her hips and moaned into his mouth as she felt his cock against the raging heat between her thighs.

"Oh!!" she gasped, as he pushed himself into her. The friction against her sensitive clit caused her to spasm helplessly, her hands clutching against his back. "Mr. Walters!" she moaned, as he pushed deeper. He felt enormous inside her, and she tried to lift her hips to escape the alarming, yet delicious sensation of being impaled by something too big. Her hand moved to caress the back of his head, as she tilted her head back to moan. His lips took advantage of her exposed neck, and she gripped him tightly with her arms as she cried softly. Then her legs grew tired, and she let herself slip down, to take his full length. Pain shot through her, followed immediately by an intense pleasure that almost took her consciousness away. "Oh god, M-Mr. Walters!" she moaned. "It feels wonderful!"

Gently, tentatively, she began to slide herself up and down on his hardness. She spasmed and trembled as his hands took possession of her ass, helping her move up and down. Aya's heart was pounding, and her breathing shallow and rapid, and in moments, she lost conscious control, and simply tried to hold on as she rode him. He began pushing himself deeply to meet her downward movements, and she greeted each thrust with a helpless moan and a shudder.

“God, my Aya, you are beautiful,” he breathed, making her thrill deeply to his words. “Ride me Aya, ride my cock till we cum together.”

"Mr. Walters!" she moaned, repeating his name between her cries of pleasure. The warm pleasure was spreading through her body, and she felt like her heart was going to burst in her chest. Her hands dug into his back, and her head buried in his neck as the pleasure became too intense. "Oh god, you're going to kill me!" she moaned as she bit his neck without thinking. Aya felt him groaning and grunting beneath her, and that drove her desire to even higher heights, wanting to please him, and make him be the first man to cum inside her. She fought for control, pumping her body on his cock, trying to keep herself from cumming until he did. Then it was too late, she felt her pussy clenching him in spasms, and a wave of trembling pleasure was rippling through her as she felt the pressure of his cum squirting into her. "Oh god!!!" she cried, as she felt a jet of warmth spurting into her. Her orgasm continued, and she cried into his neck as she clutched him helplessly.

He didn't let her go after that, instead he quickly rekindled her need with his thrusting, sometimes teasingly, painfully slow, other times rapid and overwhelming. Aya felt wave after wave of crippling pleasure as he filled her again. Finally, after how long she didn't know, they collapsed on the couch, she cuddled exhaustedly against his warm chest, her legs entwined in his. Aya had found heaven, and she murmured into his broad chest, her eyes closed and her mind half awake. She had never realized how good sex could be, her body felt exhausted and sticky, but she mind drifted like she was on some drug.

After some time, Mr. Walters pried himself from her and sat up on the couch. He stretched her out, and lay her on her back, while she smiled up at him. He was the most wonderful man she'd ever met, she realized. She was in love.

“Spread your legs and hold yourself open, Aya. I want to see you like that.”

Aya blushed at his embarrassing request. She coyly closed her legs, and covered her wet pussy with her hand.

“I’m too shy to do that.” she said, reaching up to pull him down so she could kiss him. Then his look changed, and took on a serious note.

“My Aya, I want no shyness from you. I want a sex goddess. I want you like the princess in the film. Sit up my lovely. I would like you to see something.” She sat up and leaned against him, wondering what he meant. The princess in the hentai anime film? But . . . she was his slave, not his lover! He kissed her, and she warmed inside, snuggling against his shoulder. He was only teasing her, she thought.

Then he was turning on the video player, and Aya giggled, amazed at his appetite for foreign films. Instead of a Swedish porn actor, Aya was shocked to see herself on the screen, dressed in a sweater and skirt.

"Ok, Aya, we have a little tradition here at Witherings," said a girl who's back was to the camera. Aya's heart grew tight as she recognized Melody. "On your 20th birthday you must submit to answering three questions from each of us. If you lie, or refuse to answer, we take one article of clothing from you. Don't worry, if you refuse to answer about
something, we can't keep asking you about it."

"M-Mister Walters?" she exclaimed, turning to look at the man seated next to her. "You . . . you taped us? But . . . why?" The confusion rippled through her, disrupting the warm glow from their lovemaking.

Of course, she thought. He just wanted to record the momentous occasion for her. But he mustn't see what was on the tape, it would be too humiliating. "No, Mr. Walters, you . . . you can't see this!" Quickly, she stood up from the couch, and moved to get the tape from the machine.

 

[ChrisWard]

Walters was quickly up and swooped her into his arms and held her on his lap. She tried to squirm away but he held her in place crossing a leg over hers and she was no match for his strength. He kissed her neck and rolled her nipple in his fingers. “Be still my little Aya, there is no need to be shy with me.” I want you as a mature lover, not a child who hides and will not experiment. When I see you removing your socks and I catch that glimpse of your delectable little panties. It enflames me my Aya. When the girls ask you about whom you have slept with. I grow in passion at my little beauty.”
His hand slid down to enter the top of her panties. See how wet you are my lovely. See how desire and lust can be set lose. When they asked her how many times she had masturbated in his house. He increased his ministrations on her clit and both whispered and tongued her delicate seashell ears. “MMmmm my Aya, I think of your dainty hands, working your clit, bringing yourself closer and closer to the edge of passion. Your hand reaching for your aroused nipple. I want to experience all of that sex with my lovely Aya. We will surpass childish games and bring each other to the heights and depth of passion. Put yourself in my hands Aya and become a sexual being. Surrender to the calling from your belly, from this gorgeous little clit of yours.”

The videotape had run to the section where, Aya opens her remote controlled vibrator and the girl’s rush to help her use it. “You see my lovely even your friends want to see you in throws of passion. To push your adorable body to its limits. To see you lose control. He kissed her fully and the sound of the video played in the background. He began to bring her to an orgasm with his hand and she could hear the giggling of the girls around her. It felt like she was encircled by sex, sensuality and lust. She swam in the lewdness which surrounded her….

 

[Tanuki]

Aya yelped as she was gathered up in his arms and brought back to the couch. He sat down, holding her in front of him as she struggled to be let free. She didn't want him to see the video of her party, to know what happened, but his leg came up and pinned her, while both her wrists were caught and held by one strong hand. With her back pressed against his chest, he leaned in and kissed her neck, while his free hand moved underneath her shear babydoll to take possession of her sensitive nipple.

“Be still my little Aya, there is no need to be shy with me,” he said between wet kisses on her neck. Aya squirmed to get away from the suddenly frightening man. So soon after their lovemaking, her body still burned with desire, and she gasped as he played with her breasts. She tried to raise her arms to stop him, but her wrists were held tight in his strong grip. She realized he was watching the TV, seeing the party unfold.

"I want you as a mature lover, not a child who hides and will not experiment. When I see you removing your socks and I catch that glimpse of your delectable little panties. It enflames me my Aya. When the girls ask you about whom you have slept with. I grow in passion at my little beauty.”

Aya's struggles were weakening as he continued to kiss her neck and caress her bare breasts. She shook her head in protest of his words, yet she couldn't sit still under his tender touches. Then his hand was sliding down her belly to slip beneath her panties. Aya squirmed her hips to escape his hand, yet it continued downward and began to explore her nether lips. She felt her breathing growing short yet again, and she marveled that her body could still be so eager after all they had done earlier.

When he drew attention to her wetness, she shook her head in denial, "No . . . please . . . I'm a mess down there," she pleaded.

"See how desire and lust can be set lose," he said, his fingers delving around, spreading her wetness. Her breathing had turned ragged, with sharp little cries and gasps, and she willed herself to stop, to not feel what he was doing. I'm not his plaything, I have control of my own body! she told herself, yet she could feel her wetness growing, and her pussy swelling to accept him.

Melody's voice came from the TV, words that caused Aya to blush deeply. "Aya, how many times have you masturbated in Mr. Walters' house?"

She opened her mouth to deny it, but moaned instead, as Mr. Walters increased his ministrations on her tender, swelling clit and tongued her ear. “MMmmm my Aya, I think of your dainty hands, working your clit, bringing yourself closer and closer to the edge of passion. Your hand reaching for your aroused nipple."

"No, it's . . . not true!" she pleaded, her body moving helplessly to rhythm of his teasing fingers. He was so strong, her arms were still helpless to stop him. He ignored her denials and pressed on.

"I want to experience all of that sex with my lovely Aya. We will surpass childish games and bring each other to the heights and depth of passion. Put yourself in my hands Aya and become a sexual being. Surrender to the calling from your belly, from this gorgeous little clit of yours.”

Aya's hips bucked against him, as a spasm rippled through her. The pleasure was so great, she wanted to surrender, to let him do as he wished - but then what would he demand next? She thought of the princess, her body betraying her, until she yielded to ever more lecherous acts. She couldn't give in, she had to be strong . . .

She watched herself on the TV in fascination, her mind drifting back earlier to the party . . .



The two girls converged on Aya, while Melody took the 2nd gift out of the box. She held it up so it was visible to the hidden camera. It was a small pink egg-shaped vibrator, with just a short thin string attached to it. Along with it was a small remote control with two buttons on it.

"Aya, I think you know how to use this, don't you?" said Melody, as the three girls giggled and wrestled. Aya stopped, looking at Melody.

"It's a rotor," she said, which was what the Japanese called the egg vibrators. "But I . . . I've never used one, I've only seen them."

"It goes inside you," said Melody, stepping toward her, but being careful not to block the camera's view. "You use this string to pull it back out."

Aya gasped and shook her head. "You can't! I won't do it!" she protested.

"Oh, don't be a bore," said Melody, "it's only us girls here to see you, it's not like Mr. Walters is watching."

That suggestion obviously bothered Aya, for she glanced around nervously, then stopped, looking embarrassed.

Reiko reached up to squeeze Aya's breast, drawing a squeal from the girl. "Aya-chan, do you want us to tie you up?"

Aya gaped at her, her arm protecting her breasts from further intrusions. After deciding the girls were serious, she finally sighed and gave in. "Ok, but you have to let me do it."

Melody nodded, handing her the egg. Then the girls watched as Aya turned away from them, and reached down with both hands between her legs. They couldn't see what she was doing, but when they saw Aya's bottom wiggling, they knew she was inserting the egg vibe.

"Push it as deep as you can!" instructed Melody to the girl who's back was facing them. The girls giggled as Aya groaned and continued working. Finally, she turned around, her face flushed bright red, and her hands in front of her.

"Hands by your sides," scolded Melody.

"How does it feel?" asked Reiko, reaching down to lift Aya's pink baby doll.

Aya slapped her hand away, "I can't believe you made me put this thing inside me!" she said, glaring at the shorter Japanese girl.

"Turn it on!" said Reiko, with a giggle, "so we know it's really in her!"

With all eyes on the blushing girl in the pink babydoll, Melody pressed the first button on the remote. Aya jumped a tiny bit, her mouth forming a little 'O', more in surprise than shock.

"Make sure it doesn't slip out," said Melody, "or we'll have to punish you."

Aya wiggled a little, squeezing her thighs together, in an obvious attempt to keep the little egg rotor inside her.

"Stop fidgeting," commanded Melody. "Ok, now who's turn was it? Oh, mine! Umm, let's see . . . Aya, have you ever looked at Mr. Walter's dirty magazines or videos while he was gone?"

"Wha-what??" said Aya. She was looking between the three girls, as if wondering what they knew.

"Now, before you answer, remember what happens if you lie. Or you can give us that pretty bra you're wearing." Melody stretched out on the couch, clearly enjoying herself.

Aya's hand was covering her bra; she clearly didn't want to give it up. "I . . . I mean, he . . . leaves them all over the place!" she babbled, gesturing around the room. "On the table, in each of the book shelves . . . "

"So that's a yes?" said Melody.

Aya nodded in defeat, "but I only looked at the anime ones. You know, cause I need to practice my Japanese."

"So which one's your favorite?" said Katie, leaning forward and eyeing the Japanese girl's obvious discomfort.

"What? I don't have a favorite!" protested Aya.

"Sure you do," corrected Melody. "Which one did you read more than once? You know those Japanese men, they love bondage, tentacles, anal, school girls on trains, all that good stuff. So which one was your favorite? And don't lie, cause we can ask you to point it out for us."

Aya stared at Melody like she was some creature from Mars. She was looking between the three girls, as if looking for sympathy, but all three wanted to hear her answer. Then Melody held up the remote control and pressed the other button, and Aya gasped, squeezing her thighs together.

"Stop, turn it down!" she protested, her hands going to the front of her panties. Aya wanted to pull out the vibe, but Melody reminded her to keep her hands to her sides. The girl squirmed a bit as she stood there, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. "Ok, ok, I'll answer! I . . . I don't really like them, I just . . . I was curious! But they're so icky, especially the anal, or . . . or the ones where he cums on the girls face, that's gross! Now . . . please turn down the vibe?"

Aya's lost sight of the TV when Mr. Walters turned her head to give her a deep, possessive kiss. His voice whispered in her ear.

“You see my lovely even your friends want to see you in the throws of passion. To push your adorable body to its limits. To see you lose control." His constant torment of her body while they watched the video had Aya on the brink of release. Mr. Walters had denied her that, bringing her close, then slowing down, repeatedly, until she was whimpering with desire. Aya had never been able to give herself an orgasm, and now she regretted not trying harder, as she tried to will her body to cum. As she heard the girls giggling in the background, Mr. Walters brought her high again, his fingers playing her mercifully, until her back arched and her body began bucking against his chest. Aya realized then what power he had over her, as she tried in vain to push her body over the edge. The release she craved was so close, she could taste it, but only he had the power to give it to her. Aya whimpered helplessly.

 

[ChrisWard]

As Aya and Walters viewed her inserting the vibrator his middle finger penetrated her drenched pussy and he curled his finger to find her G-spot on the upper wall of her glorious cunt. He found the area between her cervix and her opening that caused her to squirm and thrust on his knee. His thumb continued to moisten and work her clit up and down. With his baby finger, he traced little circles around Aya's little puckered ring.

The girls on the screen were watching Aya squirm and react to the vibrator. Reiko kept tweaking Aya's breast. And, Walters’s deft hand was driving her to distraction. He would stop his ministrations when he felt her tummy tighten up and her orgasm close to the edge. She would calm down and then he would begin again. She reached her own hand down to his and tried to apply more pressure when he stopped but she could not budge his strength. She wanted to cum so badly she was agreeing with anything he said. And began whispering seductively in his ear.

He questioned her about the intimacies of the video. This coupled with his skillful fingers had her beside herself with lust. "Do you like to be watched by the girls, Aya? Does it make you wet and tingly down here? Do you enjoy Reiko playing with your tits? Does it feel good when Melody turns up the vibrations in your sweet little cunt? Do you keep getting pulled back to those huge veined cocks in the anime books? Do you like to see them squirt their gobs of cum? Are you fascinated by the look on the girl’s face as she is fucked anally? Do you enjoy the slutty little schoolgirl uniforms and the unnatural sex acts? Do your hands slide down to your panties at these unnatural lewd acts? Do you ever think of my cock as you dwell on the images? Do you leaf back to the bondage images and imagine yourself exposed explored, helpless to probing hands and eyes? Do you my little Aya?

His hands were like sensitive little demons. He could bring her so close then back off enough for her to recover a little bit. Then he would begin again. She now had both her hands on his wrist and hand trying to exert her own control but it was useless. She trusted and bucked into his hand. Pleaded. Agreed to everything. She just had to cum. She had no idea that this level of sexuality was possible.

 

[Tanuki]

Aya's mind reeled as her body followed Mr. Walters' ministrations with helpless obedience. Deep down, she knew he was doing more than just pleasuring her, he was trying to turn her into an obedient little slave. Yet knowing this didn't seem to help her resist the terribly intimate things he was doing to her. Every time he began to work his finger inside her, on what he told her was her g-spot, she lost control immediately, moaning and mewling about helplessly, until just as her body began to tense and spasm toward orgasm, he would slow down, and leave her need unquenched. Each time drained her will to resist, until she was left whimpering and begging for release.

"Please, Mr. Walters!" she begged, leaning back to speak the embarrassing words softly in his ear. "I . . I need it, please don't tease me anymore!"

He responded with more humiliating questions, that only increased her embarrassing need.

"Do you like to be watched by the girls, Aya? Does it make you wet and tingly down here?" She shook her head, her raven hair flying about her shoulders. It was a lie, for most of all, knowing Mr. Walters was watching the tape made her embarrassment so much worse.

"Do you enjoy Reiko playing with your tits? Does it feel good when Melody turns up the vibrations in your sweet little cunt?"

He didn't accept her denials, instead working her soaked pussy until she confessed between tortured moans.

"Yes, M-Mr. Walters!" she gasped, as his finger worked her mercilessly, "It felt g-good, It ---Oh please!! I was imagining it was you squeezing my . . . breasts--ohh! My tits!" She blushed each time he forced her to refer to herself with such dirty words.

"Do you keep getting pulled back to those huge veined cocks in the anime books? Do you like to see them squirt their gobs of cum? Are you fascinated by the look on the girl’s face as she is fucked anally?"

"Yes, yes! I like it! Oh please let me . . . cum!" she whimpered, not liking to use that word, but he gave her no choice, tormenting her terribly if she used more polite words. She didn't like to see the girls fucked anally, she didn't, but any denial would just lead to more torments.

"Do you enjoy the slutty little schoolgirl uniforms and the unnatural sex acts? Do your hands slide down to your panties at these unnatural lewd acts? Do you ever think of my cock as you dwell on the images?"

Her hips rocked at his last question, as the thought of his warm cock inside her drove her wild. He chuckled as he realized the truth, and backed off, cutting short her orgasm yet again. "No, please don't stop!" she begged, trying to push his hand against her soaked pussy. Tears flowed from her eyes as she felt her blessed release slipping away again. "I . . . I do think of your cock, in . . . inside me . . . pumping me," she whimpered, her body trembling.

"Do you leaf back to the bondage images and imagine yourself exposed explored, helpless to probing hands and eyes? Do you my little Aya?"

The erotically charged images of his videos and magazines flitted through her head, increasing her own terrible need. "Yes, yes!" she moaned, "I . . . imagine you, tying me up . . . wha-whatever you want!" His fingers worked her without letup, and she spasmed and bucked against him, yet always his rhythm was too fast or too slow, his touch too intense, or not enough, for her to orgasm. Aya had no idea her body could be controlled so, and the realization made her feel terribly helpless and vulnerable.

"Mr. Walters, please . . . fuck me!" she whimpered. "I'll do what you ask, I promise . . . I can't take any more!"

 

[ChrisWard]

Walters was delighted at the innate sexuality of his Aya. He had suspected as much: by her dabbling in sexuality as stated in her profile, by her eagerness to straddle him, by her manner and sensuality. But, her reaction to clitoral and G-spot stimulation, her lust under the throws of passion, her promise of "anything, just make me cum." All combined to thrill and arouse him immensely.

This gorgeous little kitten writhing on his lap was the culmination of months of scheming and dreaming. The way she arched her back and proffered her sweet cunt, begging him to "fuck me, now.... Mr. Walter's." Prodded him on to greater heights. The video camera rolled on again unbeknown to Aya and he knew he could edit a package that would have her at his complete control.

On the screen now Melody was asking Aya, if she fantasized about sucking Mr. Walter's cock. Aya heard and did not hear the question replayed. Mr. Walter's skillful hands were playing her soaking pussy like a fine instrument. Raising and lowering her passions at will. He had discovered the magic button of her receptive g-spot and rotated from that to her sensitive clit. Either one would have brought the pumping pleading girl to a thundering climax, had he stayed directly on it. But he changed from one to the other, that way he could keep her at almost peak desire continually. She was lolling her beautiful head around and saying and promising everything.

"Would you like to suck my cock, Aya?" She nodded and mmmed her consent. "No, tell me you want to suck my big juicy cock. Use those words." That's a good girl.

Reiko now asked Aya if she and Aya had ever touched each other down there.
Aya again heard the tape but was lost in lust. She had now reached into Walter's pants and was squeezing his firm cock. She hoped that his excitement would force him to bring her to the desired orgasm.

"Tell me you like touching Reiko's cunt. Use those words. Tell me you enjoy Melody looking at your cunt and working the remote. Tell me you love it Aya."

The tape ended with Reiko asking Aya about an adventure of theirs that Aya could not answer and the three girls insisted that Aya show them how the rotator was working. They had her sit and open her legs and they all took turns working the remote. “Look how fascinated they are with this pretty little cunt of yours my Aya.”

Aya was nearly insane with lust and the need to cum. Walters’ ministrations; the girls leering Aya would do anything to relieve herself. Walters lay her on the couch and placed one of her legs over the back cushion and the other on the floor. Her cunt was wide open and he sat between her splayed legs looking at her. Still his adroit hand kept her on the brink of a climax and she wiggled her ass and thrust into his hand. She would do anything now to cum. She realized that he had positioned her exactly where he wanted her in the beginning, but she didn’t care. She had to relieve this tension, this burning lust. She had no idea the heights of sexual desire she could reach.

He took her hand and placed it over her own clit and Aya went at it savagely. She wanted him to see her. His cock was extended out of his fly and Aya stared longingly at it length and swollen head. Walter’s began to stroke his own cock before her. They were now staring at each other performing personal intimacies that Aya never believed she would share with another and she was on fire. She fingered herself frantically opening wide to his view and he knelt between her legs and she watched the length and breadth of his cock, as his fist became a blur.

“Oh fuck Aya,” he cried as his cock began to shoot. She screamed and her agonizingly delayed orgasm almost shook her off the couch. After minutes of the pair of them milking themselves dry, moaning, screaming, crying. He collapsed onto her, kissed her thirstily and the pair fell asleep.