She parted her soft lips and closed them over the tip of it, drawing back her head so that her saliva wetted the whole of it. The ebony black end glistened, reflecting the light in the coating of her juices. Her wide, moon-like eyes watched his expression for reaction as he in turn watched her soft mouth move sensuously on it.

"Good Carla, very good. You are proving to be an excellent student. Treat the clarinet with love; moisten the reed as though it were a lover you are devouring."

"Yes sir," she paused to acknowledge before resuming the display that was stirring his cock into life. She stood before him, like a schoolgirl before the teacher, happy to be the centre of his attention. So very happy to comply with his wishes, she liked him that much. "Like a lover" he had said - him, her very own lover she wished.

"Extra tuition would benefit your playing greatly, Carla," he said, dropping his gaze down to her wonderful slender thighs encased within the tight black leggings that she wore. He sighed wistfully, just eighteen with the body of a much more mature woman, whilst retaining that naive innocence that so many students have about them. The exact qualities he was looking for, the sexy little bitch didn't know it yet but her life was about to change dramatically. Sod the bloody clarinet, he thought and continued mentally planning her recruitment.

"Okay class," he announced standing. "We'll break now and start again in twenty minutes."

Carla liked him very much, Roger Freeman, the new lecturer in woodwind. He had been at the college for four days and already she had fallen for the new clarinet teacher. She guessed he was about forty-eight years old. He was always neatly dressed, and his handsome rugged face and kindly manner had drawn her to him immediately. She had dreamt of him over the last few days and nights; her night times now were for him and for her in her fantasies. She dreamed of running her hands through his thick dark hair, down over his broad chest and then to his stomach. The dreams of him had begun to progress; she no longer stopped at that point, she now moved even lower down his body. She flushed slightly and came back to the present.

"I'd like to take extra tuition, but you know how it is - money," Carla answered as she packed away her instrument.

"I do understand," he said sympathetically. "I was a student myself once. But believe me Carla, you have the potential and the extra lessons would bring you along faster and improve your technique."

Carla nodded and bent to clip the clarinet case shut. She chanced a furtive glance at the front of his trousers and noticed the large bulge that pressed against the thin material. She hoped to add to her dreams by remembering the straining bulge of his cock. She flushed and moved away quickly to her morning break when he caught her secretive glance.

What he was like underneath his clothes was just part of her dreams, fantasies of the type that she would never have considered - before she met him.

 

***

 

"Well?" Martha asked as they sat down on the low wall outside the dining hall of the campus in the bright sunshine.

"Well what?" Carla countered as she took a huge bite of her chicken and mayonnaise sandwich. She knew full well what Martha was asking and cursed herself inwardly for ever having confided in her friend about her secret crush.

"You know," Martha nudged her playfully in the ribs with her elbow. "The old pervert with the one-eyed piccolo."

"He's not old," Carla snapped defensively and then blushed at the swiftness of her response. She munched her sandwich more than was necessary to try to hide her embarrassment. "And he's not a pervert."

"He always gets a stiffie-on when he's taking you for the individual part of the lessons," Martha chided, trying to draw her friend on the subject.

Carla turned to throw her sandwich wrapping in the waste bin behind the low wall, speaking as she turned.

"Don't be ridiculous, he's only been here for four days and why would he take an interest in me?" She tried to deflect her friend's observation, anxious at the same time to gain confirmation that he did perhaps like her as he always did in her dreams.

Martha drank from the can of coke, rested it on her thigh and looked around her casually.

"I wouldn't mind playing a piece on his flute myself," Martha stated giggling.

Anger, perhaps jealousy, rose instantly in Carla. Martha was so tall and blonde, her breasts were large and her figure fantastic. She was every man's fantasy or so it seemed, they simply drooled over her, Carla had seen it so often. What chance would she have with him if Martha went in at him flickering her long eyelashes as she usually did? Carla felt aggrieved that her friend was even contemplating such a move on him. In the sexual stakes, Carla felt she didn't stand a chance. She, still a virgin, against the many and varied sexual exploits that Martha had told her of, what hope did she have? Carla's mood darkened, she sat quiet and hurt. A deep silence followed and a few minutes passed before Martha broke it.

"Look Carla," she said placing her hand comfortingly on Carla's arm. "He's too old for me. Too authoritarian and regimental, sir this and sir that, who ever heard of a college lecturer insisting on being called sir? You go get him girl."

Carla looked up at Martha, the relief all too clear on her face.

"Thanks Martha, you're a brick."

"Listen," Martha said standing and pulling her jeans up high into her crotch. "I have your second-hand clarinet now, so perhaps later I can also have your cast-off men."

Carla smiled and then laughed; Martha simply couldn't stay serious for long. Part of their friendship, she thought as they walked into the main block together. They had been firm friends since arriving at the college; they roomed together and shared every aspect of their lives together. No secrets were kept, difficult even if they had wanted to; the small apartment they occupied made even breathing a shared experience.

"God Carla!" Martha spoke in a hushed tone. "The way you licked that reed in class earlier, no wonder the Major got a hard-on. Every bloke in there had one."

"Looking, were you?" Carla teased smiling.

"You bet your sweet ass I was," Martha said mimicking a southern American drawl. Both girls collapsed in fits of giggles as they made their way back to the music hall, the loud giggling that the two girls had become known for, echoing in the corridors.

 

***

 

Carla had watched him; it was her opportunity to get him alone. From her vantage point outside the main block, she had seen him cross the wide driveway that led into the college and settle himself on the grassy bank beneath the tall Yew tree. Martha had her appointment with the principle and that left Carla a whole hour and a half to work on him alone.

She waited a few moments, a respectable length of time in her estimation, before standing and walking across the road towards him. As she approached she could see that he was engrossed in a book, oblivious to her presence.

"Am I disturbing you sir?" Her voice contained a hint of nervousness.

"Not at all Carla, sit down please," he replied kindly, closing the book and laying it on the grass. His eyes roamed her slim body as she manoeuvred herself in front of him and sat down, shifting her body to get comfortable. Her thighs and firm breasts as they pushed hard against her tight top. Her inner thighs and crotch so tightly covered and shaped by the leggings, his eyes covered them lecherously all in turn. Carla, conscious of him looking at her, felt a little uneasy. She felt complemented and good, but his eyes seemed to linger between her legs. A tingling sensation fluttered through her entire body as he watched her, a warm and pleasant feeling. She loved his knowing and experienced manner, the confident way he carried himself, so self-assured and in command, an air of authority about him that had earned him the nickname 'the Major.'

"I was wondering sir," she began on her prepared speech. "If you could - might, I mean - give me private tuition," she stumbled in her nervousness. She cursed herself for having had practised until she was word perfect, and then at this very moment she fluffed it, she flushed in her discomfort.

"Why Carla," he said in that rich velvety tone of his. "Nothing would give me greater pleasure."

Carla beamed her delight, trying her hardest not to show it. Her dreams had come true; he and her alone during free time, all could go well.

"But alas," he continued. "I have little spare time as it is; my other business interests must take priority."

The bitch was hooked, he thought. She had been easier than he had imagined she would be, now he would capitalise on that longing of hers. He'd play her along; get her simply needing to be part of his plan. To convince herself and to comply willingly and freely with his wishes. He was rarely wrong on this, his chosen subject, he could tell if a girl was so inclined, and Carla certainly was - even if she didn't yet realise it herself. The clarinet was just an unimportant side issue, a means to an end and nothing more.

Carla was devastated and swallowed hard at the rejection. Her bottom lip quivered slightly and she looked away as the tears began forming in her eyes. He doesn't like me after all, she thought. To him, she was just another student, unimportant and normal, it hurt. All her hopes and dreams shattered in a second.

"I do, however, think that there could the possibility - no. No, perhaps not," he dangled the bait and Carla bit instantly.

"Oh do tell me please!" she pleaded urgently, her hopes raised once again.

"Sir! You will address me as sir and in no other way," he stated firmly before the smile again returned to his face.

"Sorry, sir," she said solemnly.

Again his eyes roamed her slim body as she sat before him. His gaze flicking from her breasts to her thighs and in between her legs as the opportunity presented itself. Her face and soft lips, her delicate fingers and brightly painted fingernails, every part of her came under his scrutinising stare. She was perfect for his purpose; Roger could imagine her dressed differently, a little more to his usual tastes perhaps. His cock stirred and hardened at the thought.

"I was thinking," he emphasised the past tense to indicate that he had now decided otherwise. "That you could have helped me with my other business activities in return for extra tuition, but..."

"That would be brilliant!" Carla gushed immediately, interrupting his flow. "I need a part-time job and you'd find me willing and helpful."

She paused watching his face, hoping for the response that she sought.

"Sadly Carla, I don't somehow think so," he said ensuring to sound a little uncertain and drawing her further to unwittingly committing herself under his deceptively innocent guidance.

"But why?" she blurted in disappointment.

He paused thoughtfully, his eyes looking straight down between her legs. He made no secret of the fact that he was looking there.

"Because Carla, I am demanding and exacting in my standards as an employer. I insist upon things being done precisely and I detect in you a rebellious streak that could bring us into conflict."

He looked around casually, as though the subject were closed and picked up his book from the grass to resume his reading.

"But I wouldn't be... rebellious that is. I'd do as you ask and never argue with you," she pleaded hopefully.

He again looked thoughtful, pondering the statement that she had made. At last, after what seemed a lifetime to Carla, he spoke again.

"I remain unconvinced Carla." He shook his head slightly. "I am strict, very strict and I demand absolute obedience from my staff. I have a feeling that you wouldn't be able to accept that."

"But I am obedient. Surely you've seen that in the classes."

"Sir!" He snapped at her, irritation sounding in his voice.

"Sir, sorry. I am obedient sir."

Again he paused, inwardly smiling at her anxious and pleading look. The bitch was well and truly hooked now, let her dangle a little longer and then he would seal her fate.

"True, you have been obedient in class, but this is college. The business that I run requires a very different kind of discipline to this."

"It can't be that different, can it?" She stated flatly, dismissing his suggestion.

He frowned menacingly at her.

"Sir," she added quickly.

He looked at her pleading face, suppressing a smile; he again looked thoughtful and uncertain. The little bitch would serve him well; she just needed careful handling in the early stages.

"Let's put it to the test then shall we? Whilst I tell you a little about my other activities, then we can see just how co-operative you really are."

"Fine by me," Carla said confidently, anxious to prove to him that she was worthy of his time and effort.

His voice changed in pitch to a thick and coaxing tone that sent shivers of pure delight rippling through her entire body. Slow and deliberate, his voice had a calming effect on her.

"Lay back for me Carla," he said slowly and deliberately. "Rest on your elbows."

Carla was surprised at the simplicity of his request and lay back supporting herself on her elbows. Only then did she realise the significance of her position. Her breasts pushed hard against her tight top, thrust outward and forwards by the arch in her back. Her mons had risen, standing as a prominent mound pushed upwards by her hips, as her backside rested on the grass. The thin material pulled tightly across the smooth mound, revealing the shape of it beneath her tightly stretched leggings.

His eyes dropped instantly to her mons and Carla felt a terrific surge of naughtiness as he looked so intently at her. Powerful ripples of pleasant feelings gripped the internal muscles of her pussy, tugging new and wonderful sensations to thrill her.

"I live, if you don't already know, in the old courthouse on the outskirts of town."

"The old mansion in the woods you mean?" Carla gasped in amazement.

He smiled at her reaction.

"Mansion is too grand a term, but yes a large house in its own grounds. Part your legs Carla."

"Pardon?" she responded, unsure that she had heard him correctly.

"Is that a problem for you?" he snapped angrily. "Or simply your uncooperative streak coming to the fore?"

"No, sir," she answered meekly and began to move her feet apart.

His gaze moved along her slender thighs as her legs opened, resting finally on the shape of her labia beneath the tight leggings.

"Wonderful, simply wonderful," he breathed, his full attention between her open legs.

Carla gasped at the charge she received from his reaction. She felt wanton and naughty, her pussy throbbed and her clitoris began to harden. Her erect nipples pressed against the inside of her bra and simply ached for attention. Feelings such as she had never experienced washed over her. It felt good, too good to stop.

"At the mansion, as you put it, we run a centre for correction of behaviour."

"Young people with learning difficulties you mean?"

He looked again at the various parts of her body before again fixing his stare on her swollen labia; the outline clearly visible as it pressed against the tight material of her leggings.

"No Carla, Adults. Those whom, shall we say, have difficulty coming to terms with their feelings and direction in life." He paused and cleared his throat. "Are you sexually experienced Carla?"

Carla was warming to his hungry gaze now, she felt more relaxed as the heady sexuality of the situation pounded through her.

For a moment she hesitated, unsure of how he would react to her inexperience.

"I've been with a few boys," she said, her voice unconvincing.

"Don't lie to me Carla," his voice remained level and coaxing. "Complete honesty always, otherwise we have no basis on which to move forward."

"No, sir. I'm still a virgin," she flushed in shame as she said the words.

"Excellent," he enthused, clapping his hands together, his delight also showing on his face.

Carla felt relieved at his reaction, it pleased her to please him and that she had done, she judged by the huge grin he failed to hide.

He moved now to lay on his side, his stiff cock pressing against the inside of his trousers. His head closer to her now, between her open feet, his gaze still firmly on her lightly covered pussy.

"If I were to offer you an interview at the house," his voice was dry and low. "Would your new-found obedience continue?"

"Yes sir it would," she said easily. The electric spears of exciting pleasure coursing through her slim body further sent jots of ecstatic pleasure to her pussy and clitoris. She loved the way he was looking between her legs, she felt better, more alive than she had ever done before. To be wanted and desired, it thrilled her tremendously.

"Kneel, on all-fours," he said simply as a command.

"What? I can't, not here. Someone might see."

His harsh and withering stare conveyed more in the sense of retribution that words could ever do. She complied immediately and silently, rolling first onto her stomach and then raising her body to support herself on her hands and knees.

He looked at the way the little bitch rested there. Her leggings pulled so tightly across her sweet firm buttocks, the line of her small panties clearly visible beneath. Between her legs, the mound of her swollen labia pushed towards him. He felt a surge in his cock and groaned at the sight and feel of the effect she had on him.

"Lovely," he gasped. "You truly are a sexy bitch Carla."

His words thrilled her; to be called a bitch excited her. Bitches were women who teased and showed themselves to men for their own pleasure that was how she felt and loved it.

"Does it excite you to show yourself to me Carla?" He asked, his throat dry and hoarse.

"Yes," she said in a dry whisper. The excitement pounding through her made her cheeks feel warm and her body throb.

"Lay back for me as you were before."

Obediently Carla resumed her position lying on her back. Her body rose on her elbows and her legs spread. It thrilled her to do things for him, to follow his commands; she liked him asking her to move around for him. It thrilled her even more when his eyes returned to her pussy and the throbbing deep inside her slipped a notch higher.

"Raise your knees," he said lying down on his side, his head between her feet and his cock pressing hard against his trousers.

The pulsing throb in her lower stomach spread to her pussy, her clitoris hardened to aching point at his suggestion, a dull and continuous throb that begged attention. Carla raised her parted knees, drawing her heels back closer to her buttocks. Widely spread, her thighs offered no hindrance to his gaze; nothing now was hidden or left to the imagination. The shape of her pussy clearly visible through the tight material that covered it, her fully erect clitoris showing as a bulge at the top of her labia where two lips joined together.

Carla gasped at the terrific surge of new sensation flooding through her and pulling at her innermost depths. She was lost in a heady world of exciting sexuality and enjoyed the feelings tremendously. His face now was flushed, a slight coating of perspiration on his forehead, it added to her excitement to have him wanting her so badly.

"Our arrangement, should we make one, would need to be in the strictest confidence Carla," he coaxed.

"Yes sir, of course."

"You learn quickly and well Carla, let us hope that it continues so for severe punishment is in store should you fail me. In addition, your place here on the course and at the college would end immediately. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir, I do."

He sat upright, unable to conceal his delight.

"Stand up Carla," he commanded.

Carla stood as directed and waited silently as he again looked over her whole body, from head to foot and back up again.

"You will come to the house at seven o'clock tomorrow evening for an interview."

"Tomorrow evening? But I can't, I'm going... yes sir, I'll be there."

"Excellent," he confirmed. "You will walk both there and back again after the interview."

Carla looked puzzled. It was after all about three miles from the campus to the house.

"Very well sir," she agreed, anxious to portray a co-operative impression that would augur well for her at the interview.

"Go now Carla and remember, I deal most severely with any breaches of confidence."

He watched as she walked back to the main block of the college, her gait slightly self-conscious under his gaze. He rested back on the cool grass; pleased with the way she had responded. He congratulated himself on his ability to both identify and to draw to him, the type of women that suited his purpose. A common interest that they shared, dormant in Carla at the moment perhaps, but about to awaken - with a vengeance.