Teach Me Dirty

“But I do…” she said. “I do want to… I want to try everything…”

“We’ll try whatever you want to try. Now, fuck that pussy for me.”

“Oh God, Mr Roberts… oh God…”

“Harder…”

“Yes…”

“And touch that clit…”

“Yes…” She pinned the phone to her ear, and dropped her hand, and her fingers danced.

“Come for me, Helen… that’s my good girl…”

She pinched her bottom lip between her teeth and closed her eyes, and she was innocent, and dirty, and beautiful, all at the same time.

“I want you… oh, God, Mr Roberts, I really want you so much…”

“You’ll have me, Helen.”

“When?” she rasped. “Please, soon…”

“Soon.” My cock was pounding in my grip, and I could feel her behind my eyes, my little temptress, reeling me in. “Pull on those nipples for me. Make them hard…”

She pinched and pulled until they were tight little buds, and they were wet with her. My mouth watered for them.

“…Now tell me you want me to take your ass.”

Her eyes flew wide and I knew I had her.

“You do want that, don’t you, Helen? You do want me to take your sweet little ass?”

She nodded. “… yes, I want that…”

“Tell me.”

“I want you… I want you to fuck my ass.”

“Again.”

“Oh God, sir, I want you to fuck my ass…”

“More.”

“Please, sir, please take me like that…”

“Good girl, Helen. More.”

“Please, sir, please fuck me… please, sir…” And she was lost, fingers a blur, drifting on her rising endorphins until her breath quickened and her hips began to rock. And I was lost, too, working my cock like a man possessed, and it twitched and jerked and pulsed in my grip, desperate for that girl’s tight little body. “Oh, sir, Mark, I’m going… I’m going…”

“Come for me, Helen. Good girl.”

And she came for me. Strained and hushed, her fingers dancing a frantic tune, until I came, too, breathing heavily into the handset, just as she did, and we were joined, one hot mess in different locations.

“Thank you…” she said, and then she giggled. “That was epic.”

“Thank you.”

She dropped to all fours and her pretty eyes came into view up close. “My turn next…” She grinned.

“Your turn?”

She nodded. “You got to see me… I get to see you…”

“You want me on camera?” The thought was strangely intimidating.

Her smile lit up the world. “You’ll see what I want. I’ll show you.”

“I look forward to it.”

“Are you really going to punish me for being bad?”

“I’m going to punish you because you’ll enjoy it, not because you’re bad. You’re never bad, Helen… you’re exceptionally good.”

Her wicked little laugh sent shivers up my spine. “See if you’re still saying that tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow night?”

She tapped the side of her nose, then leaned into the camera and pressed her lips to the screen for a long second. “I’d better go. It’s late.”

“And you’re avoiding the question.”

She fake yawned. “Tired.”

“Are you teasing me, Helen Palmer?”

“Maybe… sir.”

I had shivers afresh. “Don’t even think about calling me that in the classroom.”

She giggled. “Wouldn’t you like it?”

“I don’t want to come in my pants in front of a class full of kids, Helen. No, I wouldn’t like it.”

“Shame.”

“Get your pretty ass to bed now, please.”

“Yes, Mr Roberts.”

“Goodnight, Helen.”

“Goodnight, Mr Roberts.” She blew a kiss and it was so pretty it took my breath. “I love you, Mr Roberts.”

“And I love you, Helen Palmer.”

I hung up as her jaw hit the floor.

***

Helen

I was excited and nervous and incredibly happy. A typhoon of goodness churning around inside me at the thought of seeing him again.

And I love you, Helen Palmer.

I was lost in my own little world when Lizzie spoke.

“I can’t believe you’re actually doing this. I thought you were such a good girl.”

“I am. At least that’s what Mr Roberts tells me.”

Lizzie rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. I thought you were all sweet and innocent.”

I smiled. “Not anymore.”

“And you’re really not wearing any underwear?”

“Really.”

She tugged at my blazer and I squeaked and dived away. “Come on! At least let me see!”

“No way!” I laughed.

“Spoilsport.” Lizzie dropped her cigarette, and then she sighed. “Incoming, Hels. Behind you. Lover-boy-reject at twelve o’clock.”

I followed her eyes to find Harry Sawbridge heading down the alleyway towards us, but when he saw me there, he held back, pretended he hadn’t seen us. I felt surprisingly embarrassed when he turned around and headed in the opposite direction.

“Shit, I forgot about Harry.” I sighed. “At least it seems he’s forgotten about me, too.”

Lizzie pulled a face. “Something weird about that, he was well keen.”

I shrugged. “Just as well he isn’t.”

She shrugged, too. “Just as well.” She started walking. “Is it draughty under there?” She yanked at my skirt and I thumped her arm.

“Stop it!”

“You are absolutely no fun anymore, Hels Bells, no fun at all.” She poked her tongue out. “So, this is really it, huh? First day in school as an official thing with Mr Perfect.”