Like so many things, teaching at the Fantasia School for Foreign Students had seemed like a good idea at the time.
But New York – as I quickly discovered – is an expensive city and, even with my tiny attic apartment, the meagre salary that I was being paid was hardly sufficient to cover my costs let alone support any form of reasonable life-style. Being as lazy as I am, it went against my better judgement but there seemed only one answer – private tuition.
I was quite proud of my advertisement when I saw it in the classified section of one of the free supermarket magazines. It was nestled between “Drain Cleaning A Speciality” and “Exercise Equipment For The Elderly” – English Teacher Requires Foreign Students. Reasonable Rates.
Short and to the point, I thought. I had already worked out a scale of charges and sat back waiting for the telephone to ring.
The first few callers were standard enough: A young Spanish lad in his twenties, a Brazilian woman and a tall, beauty from West Africa. I had seen them all at my small apartment and had signed them all up quite effortlessly. I was just waiting for my next prospective student to call and thinking how well everything was going when there was a knock on the door.
The Asian woman standing in front of me introduced herself as Mia Cheng. Her English seemed virtually perfect but, to be honest, I wasn’t really paying much attention. My eyes feasted on the beauty before me; the long, jet-black hair framed a pretty oval shaped face and the tight red dress she wore did little to conceal a lithe, sensual body. The skirt of the dress was short – above her knees – and I couldn’t stop my eyes wandering downwards to admire her long, slender legs.
Quickly attempting to regain my composure, I opened the door wider to allow her access to my modest apartment. I was just about to close the door behind her when a small, much older Asian man trotted up behind her and followed her inside.
“Mr. Cheng.” The little man stated simply and extended his hand.
I looked down at the proffered limb, confused, as if the man were offering me a dead fish. And then things began to clarify in my mind. I smiled and shook the fish.
“Mia’s father!” It was a statement rather than a question. I thought I had all the answers.
“My husband.” Mia Cheng corrected me in an off-hand manner.
My confusion returned for a moment but was quickly replaced by bitter disappointment. I’ve always thought that I acted most professionally with my students – well, almost always, if you don’t count the pretty Russian ballet dancer from last year! – But Mia Cheng had awoken a stirring in my loins that reminded me how long it had been since I’d last got laid!
I coughed in the most professional way I knew.
“So. What can I do for you?”
“You teach wife English.” Mr. Cheng stated.
I turned towards the small man. It was tough to tear my eyes away from his wife, but I had to try.
“It sounds like Mia – er.. Mrs Cheng – already speaks very good English.” I replied.
“No! Books, poems. Teach literature, yes?”
My heart sank.
“I’m sorry. I think you have the wrong person. I teach language not literature.”
“She speak good English. Like me. She want books. Poems!”
Actually, from what I had heard, Mia Cheng’s spoken English was much better than her husband’s. He seemed to have a dislike of the definite article to the point of omitting it from virtually every sentence.
Before I could reassert my previous point, Mr. Cheng stated in on me again. He seemed to be getting quite angry.
“You teach wife. She good learner. Books. Poems. Shakespear! You teach her, she make you happy! Make you happy now!
Cheng’s last few words were eventually filtering through to my brain but didn’t seem to fit in with the context of the conversation so far.
“I’m sorry,” I started, “I don’t quite follow. Make me happy?”
“Teachers not too smart!” Cheng laughed.
“No, I’m one of the stupid ones.”
“It’s quite simple.” I turned again as Mia Cheng spoke. Facing her was much more pleasant than facing the wrath of her husband.
“Very simple.” She repeated slowly. “You teach me literature so I can pass exam. My husband pay’s your fee and you also get to have me!”
The confusion on my face must have been obvious. My brain was desperately trying to make sense of what I was hearing. Did I have this right? I got paid AND got to have sex with one of the most attractive women I had ever seen? I certainly hoped I did have it right!
“You do like me, don’t you?” Mia purred as she moved closer to me. “You find me attractive? Sexy?”
I was having a tough time speaking. Sex is rarely very far from my mind, but only thirty minutes ago I had been interviewing prospective students. Now, it seemed, I was being presented with the sort of opportunity that only manifests itself in dreamland!
I was just starting to believe that all this was actually happening when I suddenly remembered Mr. Cheng.
“But what about…….?”
Mia followed my eyes towards her husband. Strangely he was smiling broadly.
“Don’t worry about Mr. Cheng.” Mia breathed. I found it odd that she referred to her husband so formally. “He likes to watch.”
If I had had any other reservations about this bizarre situation, I was unable to voice them. Mia had advanced closer to me and proceeded to pull me against her lithe body. Suddenly my senses were assaulted by her presence. Her perfume seemed to filter through me; heightening my arousal. The feel of her warm body against mine. The scent of her freshly washed hair.
I kissed her passionately. Her lips parted willingly and her arms snaked around my neck teasing the tufts of hair and exciting me further. I could feel pressure on my shoulders; she was pushing me downwards slowly but firmly.
As I sank gratefully to my knees I looked over at Cheng. He had certainly made himself comfortable; reposed in one of my armchairs and gently squeezing the crotch of his suite pants as he watched his wife with another man.
As Cheng seemed more than happy with the situation, I also became a little more relaxed. My cock was aching fiercely now as I slowly lowered myself down. My face brushed against Mia’s breasts, and then her stomach. In my excitement I kissed her navel through the dress. Mia giggled but continued to assert the pressure encouraging me down further.
And then I was kneeling, level with the top of her thighs as they extended so smoothly from under the hem of her dress. My hands reached out tentatively. I could see my fingers shaking as I touched the warm skin of her thighs and traced patterns on the dark flesh. I heard a slight gasp from Mia as she felt my touch and knew that I was doing the right thing.
Slowly I began to ease up the hem of her dress. Now it was my turn to gasp. The little black lace panties seemed to beckon me towards them. I could feel the heat emanating from her covered crotch as I leaned forward and inhaled her heady aroma. The sweet, musky scent drifted into my nostrils and there were definite damp patches on the crotch of her panties that confirmed her arousal.
I kissed the flimsy material that covered her pussy and felt her legs tremble slightly and open a little further. My shaking fingers pried the fabric back. She was neatly trimmed and – now I could see properly – wetly excited.
I closed my eyes and swiped my tongue slowly through the folds of her sex lips. I heard her gasp again and felt her legs start to tremble just as much as my fingers.
“Over here.” She breathed. “Quickly!”
I felt her tilting my head upwards. I looked up at her as she indicated the sofa. She almost fell back against the deep cushions. Her breasts – quite large for a small woman, I thought – were bulging through the halter of the dress and I watched as she eased both globes out and began to massage them sensuously.
I looked over at Cheng again quickly. He was avidly watching his wife in her excitement and had released a modest sized cock and was openly stroking himself as he protruded from his open fly. It was actually quite fascinating to watch him, but his wife clearly needed my attention at that point!
Mia’s legs were spread wide as she played with her hard, swollen nipples. I knew my task and was ready. My hands rested on her inner thighs and pushed her open further. Pulling the panties to one side again I lowered my head to her pussy. I kissed her sex lips lovingly and circled her clit with my tongue, stiffening the small erectile bud and then sucking it deep into my mouth.
Mia began to thrash around on the sofa as her climax strengthened and intensified. Her legs were up against me now, her small, dainty feet planted firmly on my shoulders. She moaned and wailed the sound increasing in pitch until her butt lifted up from the sofa, her toes curled and her legs shuddered. The climax seemed to last forever and when I eventually emerged from between her legs it was with a smiling face wet with her juices.
“Now your turn for oral sex!”
I turned to see Mr. Cheng’s smiling face. He was obviously enjoying watching his wife and her potential teacher together. Teacher? Hell! I was the one getting the education!
Mia nodded her head eagerly at her husband’s suggestion and quickly helped me strip out of my clothes. She giggled as we both tried to pull my shorts down over the hard erection that I had developed but then smiled sexily as my solid tool sprung into view.
“Ohhh! Nice big cock!” She cooed.
Mia lost no time. All ten of her dainty fingers began to stroke up and down my throbbing shaft. Her nail polish was a lurid red – often favoured by ladies in New York at that time – and it seemed to glisten in the dim light of my apartment as she expertly manipulated my cock.
I moaned softly as I felt the warm wetness of her mouth envelope the head of my cock and felt a familiar tingle start in my balls. I gasped out loud as she sank further down on my swollen tool. I knew that it was too quick but I couldn’t stop myself. My cock contracted and spasmed shooting great wads of thick cum out and into her mouth.
Mia began to swallow as fast as she could. My cock jerked and twitched in her mouth and as I looked over at her husband, I could see that he was masturbating fast and furiously. Cheng was not far behind me and as my cock slipped from between Mia’s sweet, painted lips, I saw the cum shoot from the end of his own cock.
Mr. Cheng’s cock quickly softened but mine stayed hard and erect (it’s a gift!). Mia’s fingers lovingly continued to stroke me as she kissed the head of my tool, making sure that she hadn’t missed a single drop of my emission.
“I want you inside me.” She whispered. “You are still nice and hard. Will you fuck me please? Put it in my cunt?”
The colourful language seemed strangely alien coming as it did from such a seemingly sweet, innocent female. But I was fast appreciating that Mia was not as sweet and innocent as I had first thought!
But I was happy to oblige and as Mia removed her dress completely and lay back naked against my sofa with her legs spread wide, I crawled in between them.
Mia grasped my still hard cock and guided it towards her vagina. Her other hand quickly rubbed over her distended clit and then held her labia open. The sensations as I sank into her body were amazing. Her pussy – or cunt, as she had called it – was hot and tight, gripping me like a wet vice and sending shivers of pleasure up and down my spine. My hands went to her breasts; covering them with my palms and massaging the hot flesh as I began to slowly thrust my hips into her.
“Squeeze them! Pinch my nipples!”
I lunged deep into her cunt and moaned loudly. My fingers found her tight, hard nipples and squeezed.
“Harder!”
I complied. I would have thought that I would be hurting her, but from the look of pure unadulterated lust that adorned her pretty face, it was clear that she was immensely excited by my ministrations.
Three or four more solid pumps of my hips and I could feel Mia begin to shake again under me.
“She cumming again!” Mr. Cheng suddenly cried.
I looked up and saw him standing close to the sofa, his eyes fixed like rivets on his wife’s undulating body.
“Slut cumming hard!” he restated.
Cheng was right. As I continued to drill my cock into Mia’s cunt her whole body seemed to quake. Her lips gave voice to a high-pitched wail that quickly turned into a groan of satisfaction. As she climaxed for the second time I felt her hot juices ooze from her pussy and soak my cock.
“Let slut get on top!”
Mr. Cheng barked out his instructions and I grinned, wondering if this was how he spoke to his employees at the bank or finance house where he probably worked.
But Mia followed her instructions immediately and suddenly, as she pulled back away from me, my twitching penis was left without its warm, wet surround. Mia looked at me and smiled as if she knew what I was thinking and the disappointment that I was feeling.
“Don’t worry, baby!” She cooed as she threw her leg over me, “I want you to cum inside me!”
She was now facing away from me as she guided my cock back into her open cunt. Her body was simply sensational and as she moved up and down on me I was treated to a perfect view of her stretched vagina and tiny puckered asshole.
This position was wonderful and felt even tighter and more luxurious than I would have believed possible. My hands massaged the warm globes of her buttocks and opened them to reveal her sweet, sexy anus. I could feel myself once again reaching the point of no return.
As I groaned, Mia leaned forward and gripped my legs. Her pussy contracted around the head of my cock and her little asshole seemed to wink at me invitingly. I slipped a finger into the tight orifice and heard her gasp loudly. It was all too much for my balls to stand and, in a clear effort to prove they were still capable, they began to empty themselves spurting burst after burst of hot cum deep into her body.
I seemed to cum in gallons, my balls contracting and constricting over and over again until Mia’s cunt had squeezed out every last drop of fluid and we both lay panting and exhausted on the sofa.
But Mr. Cheng wasn’t quite finished. Standing above his exhausted wife, his fist tightly gripping a renewed erection, he jerked off feverishly. His eyes were tight shut in his concerted effort and beads of sweat began to form on his brow. I watched fascinated – never having seen another man masturbate before – My eyes widened as he eventually let out his held breath and, with his eyes still closed, released a second torrent of cum that splashed down on his wife’s breasts.
“So, Mia.” I said as soon as we had all dressed. “When would you like to start your classes?”
Mia looked down at her feet, demure and sheepish. Silent.
“Not decide yet.” Mr Cheng said as he zipped up his suite pants.
“What? But I thought…”
“Not decide yet! More teachers advertising! Shop around!”
I watched Mia’s dark eyes look up at me from under her lashes. She smiled knowingly and suddenly I understood. I understood that there would be no lessons or classes. I understood that it was unlikely I would ever see her again. And I understood that there were a lot of english teachers out there that were about to get very, very lucky!
The End