Aiko, #1 (Submission) - Sex Stories

Aiko, #1 (Submission)

... life.

"Do you swear that you won't tell anyone?"

I nodded frantically. "I swear it."

"And that you will also do everything to protect the secret, including everything I tell you, even if I don't tell you why?"

"Of course. I swear it. I don't care what you'll tell me. I'll do everything."

After looking at me for a few more seconds, he walked to the door, pulled a keychain out of his pocket, and locked it. Then he grabbed a chair, pushing it below the door to block the handle. Even someone who had a key wouldn't be able to get in now.

"Let down the blinds, Aiko."

"Y-yes, Mr. Thorne." I almost stumbled over my feet as I rushed to the control buttons. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. But what was it? What was going to happen? What was he going to do with me?

"Have you ever done something like this, Aiko?"

"No, Mr. Thorne. Never. But... but... but if I don't do it well, you can correct me. Or force me. Make me. You can do anything to me. Anything. I mean it, Mr. Thorne. There's nothing I'm not willing to do. And I don't expect anything in return."

"Good," he said, "because I won't give you anything."

I gasped slightly, though it was so quiet that he might not have heard it. I hadn't expected the reply, but there was probably nothing he could have said that would have made me more excited.

The blinds were almost closed now, but Mr. Thorne waited until it was completely dark to turn on the light. Then, he returned to the teacher's ...

... desk, looking around it as if he were searching for something. Whatever the reason was, I was far too nervous to figure it out.

Finally, he walked back around, taking a stand in front of his desk.

"Come here."

"Y-yes, Mr. Thorne."

I rushed forward; he had given me no other instructions, so I simply halted a few feet before him. The tension was almost unbearable now.

"You seem nervous."

I winced. "Yes, Mr. Thorne. I am."

"Do you know what I expect you to do now, Aiko?"

I nodded, my body trembling.

"I... I think so, mister."

"Then do it."

"Yes, mister."

I stumbled forward, then practically fell onto my knees before him. When he pulled his hands behind his back, and I knew I had understood him correctly.

I had expected the nerves to get even worse now that I was really going to do it, but somehow, the opposite happened. I hadn't known how to approach or convince him to have me. But I knew I wanted this.

I looked up at him, and when I saw no rejection, I slowly, slowly reached out with a hand, grabbing his shirt that was tucked into his jeans. I had to look at him again to make sure, then I pulled it out. Once that was done, I brought two shaking hands to the button of his jeans. A final look up, and I opened them.

"Thank you, mister," I whispered. "Thank you for letting me do this."

"Sir."

"What?"

"It's good that you said thanks, but whenever we're alone, you will call me sir from now on."

"Y-yes, sir. Of course, sir. I'm ...