I stood at the door, shaking.
'What the fuck are you doing?' I hear you ask
Well I'm selling my virginity, possibly to an old paedophile, for money.
£5,250 to be exact.
I was wearing the sluttiest thing I had, since the guys interests were:
Crossdressing
School boys
Teasing
... Holy fuck was I in for it
I was wearing a pair of red shorts that showed my ass quite clearly and my school shirt, which was white with a red tie, I have a feeling that I'm about to meet the creepiest pedo ever...
The house was nice, three stories, semi attached, white with black windows and a black door. Definitely didn't strike me as a place some weird old man would live in.
I raise my hand and knock on the door. The door opened and standing at the door was an old man, I knew it.
Although he looked very smart, he was wearing a suit.
"Hello, you must be Alex. Master is waiting for you upstairs, I shall show you to his room" Wow, He talked so professionally. I guess he's a butler or servant, and what's up with the 'master'? Shit is this guy also into name calling? No, it can't be. It's normal for a butler to refer to his head of house as master right? I think...
The man walks up a beautiful set of stairs and I follow close behind.
For some reason I feel unworthy to be walking inside a house like this, I feel like a mere peasant compared to the grand paintings and carpets that scatter the halls.
The walk was a complicated one; we were on the third floor where there was only one door. Master bedroom perhaps?
The door opens and a very young man stands at the door, we both look each other up and down.
He looked fairly normal:
Red jeans, not skinny but fitted, a black shirt and red leather jacket. It wasn't until I seen his face that I freaked out. Short Black hair, Green eyes... It was my English teacher, Mr. Jones.
A smirk spread across his face "Alex... didn't expect to see you"
The butler walked away and I was left, lost for words and scared shitless... My teacher?
MY FUCKING TEACHER?!
"H-H-Hey M-Mr. Jones" I say in a stutter, god I sounded pathetic
He shakes his head "To think one of my students would do something like this, selling his virginity. His prized 'first time'. I will admit you intrigue me" He says, walking a circle around me.
"H-How so sir?" I ask, feeling a blush spread across my cheeks
The truth was that I'd always liked him. His appearance, His teacher methods, His smooth but full of dominance voice. God it all made me melt, I'd lost count of how many times I'd climaxed to the thought of him.
"Well, why do you need the money?" He asked
"Home trouble" I responded coldly, not wanting to talk about it
He got behind me and gently placed his hands on my hips and whispers in my ear "You sure about this?"
I shiver and choke back a moan as his hands glide up and down my sides "Y-Yes" I say shakily, I've come this far so I may as well
"Anything I should know about? Fetishes? Kinks?" He asks, his hands wraps around my waist, slowly unbuttoning my shirt
"U-Um... name calling I guess, Dirty talk and Pain" I feel shock in his breathing as it becomes unsteady
He swallows heavily "Anything you don't like? Obviously virginity does not include masturbation"
I shake my head "I-I'm okay with anything" I reply in an even more shaky voice than his
He whispers into my ear "You know the rules right?" He asks
I nod "No condom, each person must climax at least once and to get the full payment I must stay for 1 hour at the least"
"Also, if at any time you feel uncomfortable tell the other person" He adds, I didn't remember that being a rule but I know better than to question him.
I simply nod and go along with it
"Let's take a look at you first" He says in a lustful and husky tone, he takes my hand and pulls me into the room.
Nothing too strange, One huge bed, what looks like a sitting room and a cabinet which looked sketchy but I assumed it was just outfits or something. Having my teacher here made me feel better but at the same time even more nervous. He was my fucking teacher, someone I see every day and he's about to see me naked.
He was in front of me and unbuttoning my shirt in no time.
(Warning, Smut next in the next chapter)
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