Mr. Alster

All characters in this story are over the age of 18.

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The phone rang twice before he picked up, concerned. "Hey love. What's wrong?"

I was in hysterics, but I managed to mumble out that I couldn't go home and I had no where to go.

"Where are you?"

"In front of school. I'm a mess. I don't know what I'm going to do..."

"Sit tight. I'll be right there."

Then he hung up.

I was caught off guard, but I was thankful. Mark Alster, my past math tutor and now friend, was coming to save the day... again.

Nothing had ever been this bad, but he had always been here for me. I knew I could trust him.

It took him 15 minutes to get to school. He pulled up in a Gray Audi, and rolled down the window.

"Put the cigarette out and hop in."

I squash the cig, get into the passenger seat of his car.

I know my face looks wrecked from tears and blubber, but he smiles at me and says, "You look beautiful."

"Bullshit." I respond immediately, without thinking.

I want to take it back, but he starts laughing so I assume that it was ok.

"Mr. Alster-"

"My name is Mark, Jos."

It felt weird, but I said, "Mark, I don't know how I can thank you for this."

"Don't thank me yet. You may start crying again when you see where I live."

I giggle, then say, "Wait, we're going to your house?"

Mark smiles, says, "Yup. I don't think you want to be home, and I have no place else that I can take you, so you'll be with me."

I nod slowly. I'd never been to a teacher's house before, but then again, he wasn't really a teacher to me anymore.

We get to his apartment soon, and I don't know how to describe it other than small and clean.

When we get inside, he says, "Go take a shower. You smell like rain and sadness."

I laugh, but say, "I have nothing to change into."

He shrugs, says, "My girlfriend isn't much bigger than you. You should fit her clothes."

I nod slowly, and for some stupid reason, I feel sadder.

"Before you ask, she isn't going to be here for a while. She's traveling to Germany to see her parents."

I blush, say, "Um, where are the towels?"

"You're adorbs. They're in the closet in the bathroom."

I nod, walk away from him and peep in rooms to find the bathroom. When I find it, I walk in and lock the door.

I take my clothes off, put my Rage Against The Machine Radio on. The first song that starts is Rage's cover of How I Could Just Kill A Man.

I let the water get as hot as I can take it, and just stand there, singing the song and staring at the ceiling. When I snap out of it, I'm wrinkly and I quickly apply soap and rinse. I hop out of the shower and get a purple towel from the cabinet.

I lower the music, and slip out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped tightly around me. I find Mark sitting on the couch, laughing at the television.

I smile at him, so at ease and calm.

I was as calm as a bomb, as of right then.

Mark looked at me on the commercial.

"Have a seat." He says, smiling.

"Um," I say, still lacking clothes. "Ok."

I sit next to him, try to prevent any slits in the towel.

Of course, the whole shit goes loose.

I scream and start crying, hiding my face.

"Baby," Mark says softly, standing up.

"Don't look at me!" I yell, turning my back to him.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart. You're beautiful."

I stop eventually, turn back towards him.

He's smiling softly, holding his arms out.

I run to him and he holds me. He goes to sit on the couch and I sit on his lap.

"I need you to tell me what's wrong." He whispers.

I look into his eyes, and they are concerned.

I spill all that had happened that day, from the smoking to the yelling, and all the while he's rubbing small circles on my bare arm.

I'm fully aware that I sit naked on his lap, but I try not to think of it too hard.

He stops running circles on my arms when I get to the part about sex.

"Wait, what?"

"I said that Mike and I had sex." I whisper.

Mark nods slowly, asks, "First time?"

I laugh sadly, shake my head. "No. First time was at 7 years old, with my Father."

"Have you told anyone about this before?"

I nod slowly, whisper, "My Mom. My therapist. Everyone knows nowadays."

A tear rolls down my cheek, and Mark pulls me close, into a hug. His fingertips roam my back, rubbing to make me feel better.

I bury my face in his chest, hear his breathing, smell his cologne.

"Baby?" He whispers.

I look up. His eyes are so affectionate, it kills me.

I try to stand, but he reaches out to grab me. His fingers graze my breast, and I gasp.

"Shit!" He mumbles, quickly pulling his hand away.

"I'm so sorry," we both blurt out. He sighs, smiling small.

"I should go get you some clothes. Sorry about that."

I shake my head, curl back up in his lap.

"I'm sorry too." I whisper.

"Why?"

I look into his eyes.

So brown. I used to think that brown was a horrid color, but his eyes changed all of that.

I think we both leaned in at the same time. If not, then I did first.

The first kiss was so intense that when we finished, I gasped. His hands were on my lower back, and my palms rested on his shoulders.

We looked into each other's eyes. He started to say something, but I silenced him with my tongue. He moaned, a very deep sound, and moves his hands to my hips. At this point I'm sitting on his lap facing him, butt naked.

He pulls away, says, "Jos, this isn't right."

At that, I start grinding into him. Hard.

We moan in unison, and I growl, "Sir, please. Mark."

His brown eyes plead for me to stop, but his body wants me. His erection is pushing into my crotch, and I moan.

When he hears me moan, he growls and says, "Fuck it."

He picks me up in one swift and effortless gesture, takes me to his bedroom. He then closes and locks the door.

I am on the bed and he comes over to me, whispers, "Jos. Are you sure you want this? Me?"

I nod, bite my lip, whimper, "Yes please sir."

He chuckles, and says, "How did you know I like to be called sir?"

I shrug. "I guessed."

He leans over me, kissing me again. My hands tug at his belt while he unbuttons his shirt. When his clothes are off, I gasp.

"You're... amazing." I whisper.

His abs and arms are purely luxurious, and his V line leads down to a thick and very large cock.

"Thanks. You are too."

I lean over to kiss his abs, but he stops me.

"I go first." He winks.

He climbs over me, and I gasp as he takes my nipple into his mouth.

He's very delicate at first, almost not there but very painfully so.

I claw at his back, say, "Sir, harder. Please."

He moans, pulls away, asks, "Like this?"

Then he takes my whole breast in his mouth and sucks, roughly.

I yell, moan, "Yes."

He smiles, releases my breast, and bites my nipple lightly. He then does the same to my other breast while rubbing the previous one.

I want to touch his cock, but I can't reach it. He's really tall, a giant compared to me, and he's sprayed over me with just a slight bit of room separating us.

"Mark," I whisper.

He immediately pulls up, a stern yet adorable look on his face.

"Sir to you. I may just have to teach you a lesson."

He stands, gets what looks like a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs.

"Who has been a bad girl?"

"I have, sir. I'm sorry. I deserve to be punished."

"Naughty girl. You want me to lose control, now don't you?"

Suddenly his eyes are full with desire and what seems to be the slipping of sanity.

"Sir," I say, starting to rub my clit slowly.

"I beg of you, lose control."

He starts to attempt to take deep breaths, but when I slide a finger inside myself, he growls, and loses it.

He jumps on the bed, pushes me down, and blindfolds me. He then pulls my finger out of myself, puts me on my stomach in a Doggy position, and puts the handcuffs on.

"I am Daddy from now on, baby." He grunts, hands roaming my ass.

"Yes, Daddy."

I can't see, but I can hear his groan as he strokes his cock to the sight of me.

"Daddy. Let me suck your cock. Please." I beg, trying to move.

He spanks me, growls, "Don't move."

I try to obey, but the sound of his grunts and moans, hearing him spit on his cock and rub, it starts to drive me crazy.

"Daddy!" I whine, wiggling my hips.

"Don't move. D-Dont."

"Let me help you."

He's moaning, and I know he's close to coming.

"Please, Daddy." I beg.

He curses, takes the blindfold off, and turns me on my back.

"Pinch the sides of your cock." I say, looking into his eyes.

His eyes are hazy, but he does so.

He groans as his orgasm is delayed.

"Now, Daddy. Either fuck me or let me suck you. Please."

"I want to taste you, sweet heart. Spread your legs for Daddy."

I do so, biting my lips.

He flicks his touch on the surface of my clit, and the sudden attention makes me cry out.

He starts to suck and finger and nibble until I cum.

He leaves his cock alone, and devotes his time to me. I cum twice before he lets up.

I'm shaking, and he smiles down at me.

"You taste amazing. And you look so beautiful after you've cum."

I feel like I'm floating when he slides his cock into me.

"Daddy," I hiss, feeling his huge cock inside of me.

"I need to go all the way in. Are you ready?" He growls.

I nod.

He then puts his hands to fists over the sides of my head, and thrusts forward.

We both yell, and then sigh.

"Daddy, please, never stop, please..." I mutter sweet nothings as he grunts.

"Hold on to the bed head." He groans.

I do as I'm told, and he thrusts into me, making me push into the top of the bed.

I cry out, and he sighs deeply.

"I'm all the way inside of you, baby doll. How does it feel?" He grunts into my ear. He doesn't stop thrusting, making it nearly impossible to respond.

Suddenly he stops, and forces me to look at him.

"I asked a fucking question."

I was startled only slightly, turned on more so. He never cursed in school, for obvious reasons, but even when it was just us I never heard him slur.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. It feels incredible. Euphoric."

He grunts his satisfaction, and continues to thrust. I start meeting his pushes, and he yells, curses again.

"Baby, I'm going to cum."

"Yes Daddy. Cum inside of me, make me yours. Fuck..."

He spurts his hot cum inside me quickly, and his face twists. He thrashes inside of me, coming hard.

"Daddy!" I yell. I'd never had anyone last longer than him.

When he is done, he gives small jerks, then pulls out and eats me out.

"Fuck, Daddy, I'm going to cum again... Please.."

I feel him smiling as he devours me, and when I've cum, he finally seems exhausted.

"Daddy?" I ask.

"Yes baby girl?"

"Do I have to go home?"

We both laugh and eventually fall asleep.