Black Lace Quickies 5 Read online

  Contents

  Cover

  About the Book

  Title Page

  Academic Attraction: Mandy M. Roth

  Butter Fingers: Maddie Mackeown

  Doing a Number on Him: Lisa Sedara

  Ramraiders: Nuala Deuel

  Precipitous Passions: Michelle M Pillow

  The Apprentice: Fiona Locke

  Copyright

  About the Book

  Sometimes the winner takes the loser home and keeps them until midnight...

  Ms Demmings has her own system for doing an audit...

  A big break in adult films can come in the oddest situations...

  At some dinner parties the hostess is on the menu...

  A Little Discipline can really improve a performance...

  Hallie’s career, like her passion, goes through the roof...

  Indulgent, sensual, taboo, outrageous and always, always erotic, Black Lace short stories are the best in modern sexy fiction. Fun, irreverent and deliciously decadent, this arousing little anthology of our erotica is a showcase of the diversity and imagination of modern women’s erotic desires. So pick me up and dip into the most entertaining erotic fiction around.

  Quickies – 5

  A Black Lace erotic short-story collection

  Academic Attraction Mandy M. Roth

  ‘SO, WHAT DO you think?’

  Haley stared wide-eyed at Professor Gregory. The noonday sun filtered in the open screen door and caught the highlights of his blond hair, leaving her gaze tracing the edges of his stubble-covered jawline. She looked around the tiny lakeside cottage in the hope he wouldn’t notice her lingering stare. The whitewashed antique furnishings and scattered lanterns lent to the nautical theme without taking away from the quaint Midwest cottage atmosphere. Sure, the majority of the shoreline of Lake Erie in Ohio was attractive but the tiny town of Marblehead seemed removed from the rest of the state. It was beautiful, so serene and secluded that it was easy to lose oneself. ‘It’s perfect! Thanks so much for suggesting this, Professor.’

  ‘No problem, Haley. And I’ve told you before to call me Mike. I’ve always been adamant about that with all my students. I hardly picture myself as a professor, and it’s not as though I’m teaching grade school.’ He flashed a white smile.

  Haley nodded and set her bags down on the hard-wood floor. After placing her art box on the tiny table, she glanced out the window at the wooded area surrounding the cottage. ‘It is nestled in so tight. I never realised something this beautiful was within driving range from the university. I can’t believe how peaceful it is here. I haven’t seen anyone since we arrived. I keep waiting for someone to show up and tell me the place is closed or that we’re trespassing.’

  ‘I told you that I know the owners,’ Mike said with a chuckle. ‘They set it up so I can come whenever I want during the off season without interruptions. There’s nothing worse than having some summer tourist babbling non-stop when you’re in the creative zone.’

  Haley laughed and turned. ‘Speaking of being in the “creative zone”, when do you want to get started?’ For a split second, she could have sworn that Mike’s eyes darted towards the double bed against the back wall. No doubt she was letting her overactive imagination run wild.

  ‘I thought we’d spend the day out on the pier. This time of day, you can see all the way across the bay to the lighthouse. It’s spectacular, and knowing Canada is just beyond it adds to the charm. Depending on the weather, we might even take a boat ride to the other islands. It would be good to get some pastel time in there. It’s too beautiful this time of day not to. I’m not sure how many boaters will be out. It’s a bit early in the season for them. We can head back out there in the morning with watercolours. We might even get lucky and have some fog roll in.’

  Haley beamed. ‘That sounds great! So, should I meet you out there?’ She bit her lower lip and glanced past Mike’s shoulder, not sure where the pier actually was.

  ‘I can wait for you. I mean, the last thing I want to do is spend my spring break organising a search party for you,’ he said with a slight laugh.

  Haley rolled her eyes playfully and grabbed her art box. ‘You just can’t stop rubbing in how directionally challenged I am, can you? The entire class already thinks I’m flighty.’

  ‘Well, you have to admit that you still get lost on campus and you’re a senior now. Think about it, you’ve been my teaching assistant for over a year now and yet you still get all turned around in the art building.’

  ‘Sometimes I’m too focused on other things to pay attention to where I’m going.’

  He grinned. ‘You should cut back on that before you walk into a door – again!’

  Haley groaned. ‘We’re not bringing that up again, are we?’

  Mike smiled and shifted. ‘No, I’m willing to let that one go. But how many times have you done that so far?’

  Haley’s eyes darted to his groin. He’s my teacher, stop looking. He’s my teacher. She swallowed the lump in her throat when she saw the bulge beneath his faded jeans. ‘I, um … I can’t remember.’

  ‘Short-term memory loss from cracking your head too many times,’ he mused as he leaned forward to take her art box from her. His hand slid over hers and fire shot up her arm. His thumb rubbed past her wrist and the heat went to her cheeks. ‘Are you ready?’

  She looked him over, letting her gaze linger longer than it should over his groin again. Yeah, I’m ready. Haley nodded and followed Mike out the screen door. It creaked loudly as she walked out, and the wooden porch floor gave slightly under their combined weight. She glanced over and caught sight of something brown scurrying under the porch. She yelped and backed up.

  Mike turned and followed her gaze. He cocked an eyebrow and the corners of his mouth pulled up. ‘Afraid of chipmunks, are you? Hmm, I’ve always found them to be quite harmless, but to each his own.’

  Haley gave him a droll look and laughed slightly. ‘I thought it was a mouse.’

  He winked at her and motioned towards a large willow tree across the way from them. It grew half in the grass and half in the sand leading down to the beach. Its large weeping branches hung almost to the ground. ‘There’s a great spot just beyond there.’

  Her attention drew back to Mike’s profile and she found herself nodding in agreement as she soaked him in. Haley followed him as he led her past the willow tree and down a narrow path. Various trees and shrubs lined the sides and Mike was quick to point out the blue jay darting in and out of their way. The path opened into a large grassy area on the end of what looked like a small peninsula. Rocks lined the edges of it. It was beautiful and felt so private even though they were in plain view of any boaters that may pass by.

  Mike walked over to a large maple tree and pulled his art box and pads of paper out from behind it. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Haley took in the scenic view. He knew she’d love it. That’s why he’d insisted they take a ‘working holiday’ together. Having pulled a folded blanket from his bag, Mike turned and spread it out under the shade of the tree.

  He sat down and leaned back on one elbow as he watched Haley peer over the edge at the water. When the slightest of breezes caught her long floral skirt, his heart slammed in his chest. It looked almost sheer on her with the spot the sun was in. The clear outline of her long legs and tight ass made his cock hard. What was he thinking bringing her here? Not work, that much was for sure. It’s not like he made a habit of attempting to seduce students. But, something was different about her. Her very presence left him with an erection, and her sultry laugh had almost caused him to cream his jeans on numerous occasions.

  This week away with her was wrong for so many reasons but he’d planned it all
the same. The hopes of getting to sink himself deep within her outweighed the fear of the university officials finding out. Of course, if things went according to plan, he’d have her and keep it a secret too. No need to get the administration all worked up if he didn’t have to. He had to admit that part of Haley’s lure was how forbidden she was. From the moment she’d stepped into his classroom three years ago, he’d wanted her. The idea of having her rose-coloured lips wrapped around his cock while her blue eyes stared up at him had been the theme of many a workday fantasy.

  He’d even taken to masturbating with the image of Haley spread beneath him, with her long chestnut hair fanned out on the bed and her legs wrapped tight around him. And the thought of her naked breasts being close enough to taste, touch, suck, he could hardly control himself. The last thing he wanted to do was sketch some damn lighthouse. No. Mike wanted to fuck the hell out of the little beauty next to him for the next week and then steal away after working hours and fuck her some more.

  His body tightened to the point of pain when Haley pulled her sweater over her head. Her white blouse lifted, exposing her toned stomach to him. The thought of nibbling her ribcage on his way down to between her legs made him smile.

  Haley glanced over and gave him a puzzled look. ‘What’s so funny? You’re not still laughing at me being afraid of a chipmunk, are you?’

  ‘So, you’re admitting you were scared of it now, huh?’

  Heat crept through her cheeks and he wanted desperately to see that happen while he fucked her. She approached the blanket slowly, her eyes fixed on him. As she sat down, her skirt got tucked beneath her and pulled high, exposing the rounded curve of one ass cheek.

  Mike growled and wiped the palm of his hand across his pant leg. Every ounce of him wanted to slide his hand up her silky thigh and see if she was as tight as he thought she was. Before he knew it, his hand was on her, touching her smooth skin, feeling the heat of her body. Haley gasped. He took hold of her skirt and pulled it gently over her, covering her from his view. ‘Sorry, your skirt was … um … tucked up a bit.’

  She gave a small nod and pulled it all the way down. Now that he’d seen a view, he knew he’d have to have a taste, and soon. His penis jerked and dug painfully into his zipper. Relief couldn’t wait. Quickly, Mike stood and forced a smile on to his face. ‘I, erm … I left something back at the cottage. Will you be OK out here for a little bit?’

  Haley looked up sceptically at him and nodded. ‘Sure. Will you be gone long?’

  Judging from the size of his erection, it would take one hell of a thrapping to relieve the tension in it. ‘Maybe, but I’ll do my best to hurry.’

  He walked down the path towards the cottages and waited until he was well hidden before stopping. From this vantage point, he could watch Haley draw as he relieved the tension in his penis. Unbuttoning his pants, he freed his erection. It bobbed obscenely before him and he grabbed hold of it. He wasn’t gentle. Taking hold of his tight balls, he pulled any remaining loose skin back as he brought his other hand up. With a tiny bit of spit on his hand, Mike worked his dick once, twice, three times over before he found himself staring intently at Haley’s back.

  He built himself up to greater arousal, greater stiffness, massaging himself while watching her. She glanced nervously behind her several times. Knowing she couldn’t see him as he stroked himself turned him on even more. Haley leaned back and closed her eyes. The sight of her resting was too perfect. The sun caught the highlights in her hair and she radiated beauty. When Haley shifted slightly on the blanket, her blouse opened, exposing a perfect set of perky breasts. Her nipples were darker than he’d have guessed and he couldn’t wait to draw one into his mouth as he rode her. Mike could only imagine what it would be like to touch one, to hold one. Did Haley ever touch them? Did she ever play with herself? Did she ever think of him?

  Mike grunted and jerked his hips as he focused on her. His gaze never left her body as he tightened his grip, working himself harder, faster. Haley smiled lazily in his direction and, for a moment, he wondered if she could actually see him. Dismissing the thought as silly, he continued to pump himself until he felt the build up that led to the explosion.

  He cried out, his mouth falling open as he hit his zenith. Come shot forth from him, hitting the tree in front of him. He used one hand to steady himself while yet more semen spurted out; he had certainly worked up a load.

  When he had spent all his fluid, he tried to tuck himself back into his jeans but he was still too erect to fit comfortably. He needed to fuck Haley and soon. He couldn’t go on with this endless self-pleasure. He wanted to see her face in the rapture of arousal – with him the cause of it. He was almost certain that she was as horny as he was, and he decided he’d step up the pace a bit.

  He shuffled his feet and rustled a few branches to signify his return. Haley sat up and adjusted her blouse. Slowly pulling a sketch pad on to her lap, she looked off towards the lighthouse.

  ‘How’s it going?’ he asked, his voice slightly strained from his massive exertions.

  Haley smiled up at him. ‘Mmm, it’s great. I was just enjoying the view while you were gone.’ Her gaze went directly to his groin before raking slowly up his body.

  Nervous that she’d seen him, Mike glanced back towards the spot he’d chosen to hide in. When he saw the tree he’d stood behind in plain view, his heart hammered in his chest. He looked down at Haley, worried she’d not only think him a pervert but assume he was out to get inside her pants. While she would be right in assuming that, it didn’t make the desire to take her appropriate.

  ‘Sit down. You’re missing out on some great light,’ she said, smiling slightly. ‘I absolutely love it here. There’s no place I’d rather spend my break.’

  He slid down next to her and grabbed a pad of paper. He stared at her profile, waiting for the right moment to say something to her. Had she seen him masturbating? Suddenly, the idea that she’d seen him stroking his cock excited him.

  This is beyond wrong. Tell her to go. Leave yourself.

  Haley turned and locked eyes with him. His concerns flooded away. It seemed as though the sounds of the lakeshore intensified tenfold while they stared at each other in silence. The water continued to make slapping sounds against the rocks at the base of the pier and the sound of birds chirping nearby reminded him of the blue jay they’d seen on the way out here.

  Haley watched Mike as he slid his shoes on to go. After spending the afternoon sketching on the pier, they’d decided on setting up near the woods to draw for a bit. As it grew dark, they’d headed back to the cottages and ate. Haley was surprised to find that Mike was quite the cook. The pasta he’d made was divine. Watching him eat it was even better. Each time he took a bite, she’d imagined his lips over her sex. By the time they were done with their second bottle of wine, Haley’s panties were moist and her body was in a state of need.

  After dinner, they’d moved to the extra long lyre-shaped white sofa. Haley was shocked to find such an expensive piece in a lakeside cottage, but it worked well. Its scrolled arms and soft pillows welcomed her as she stretched out for a bit and, before she knew it, Mike was tickling her feet, which had somehow ended up on his lap. She pulled them away fast and he leaned forward to grab his own shoes.

  ‘It’s late and you’re tired,’ Mike said softly.

  Haley nodded despite the fact that she desperately wanted him to stay. The thought of him sliding his lean body in and out of hers made her stomach flip over in excitement. She shifted awkwardly and glanced at him through partially closed lids and was silent as he walked towards the door. When she heard the screen door shut, she exhaled. The need to run after him was great but she held tight to her position. Begging her college professor to stay and fuck her, while erotic, was not acceptable student/teacher behaviour. He was her role model and the best instructor she’d ever had. Being attracted to him was an accident – although a very unfortunate one indeed.

  After a few minutes, Haley stood
slowly and pulled her blouse over her head. With ease, she worked her skirt off. She headed towards the bathroom, in hopes of soaking in the tub to relieve her sexual tension. When she opened the old wooden door, something scurried past her foot. She screamed and jumped backwards. A tiny grey mouse darted past her.

  ‘Haley?’

  The sound of Mike’s voice brought her back from the edge of hysteria. Turning, she found him standing in the doorway. The feral look on his face reminded her that she was only in her undergarments. Much to her surprise, she made no effort to cover herself. She waited, sure that he’d back away, leaving her to masturbate yet again, before notifying the university that she was to be removed from his classes. When he took another step towards her, a wicked smiled covered her face.

  ‘I can look around for the mouse, if you’d like,’ Mike said, his eyes never leaving her.

  Giving into her desires, Haley reached between her breasts and unhooked her silk bra. The cool cottage air made her nipples stand on end. She glanced up at him, hoping that she hadn’t scared him away. The moment his hands went to his shirt, she smiled. When he too lifted his shirt over his head, exposing his tawny chest to her, she gasped. He was even more amazing than she thought he’d be. His body was toned, well defined. She had to pace herself to avoid running to him. This moment had played out a billion times in her head. Each scenario different, yet the outcome was always the same – the two of them naked and ready to fuck. He was off limits. Right? God, how she longed to be with him, to see if he was different from the men, or rather boys, she’d grown accustomed to. Mike was in his mid-thirties, sixteen years her senior to be exact. The very thought of the sexual tricks he’d learned over the years excited her.

  He stared at her with hungry eyes. It was now or never. She’d taken that next step. She’d bared her luscious breasts to him and he’d be damned if he’d pass up the opportunity to have her. It was wrong, but his body didn’t care. She stood stationary by the bathroom door. Her breasts were fully exposed to him and her tiny white silk panties barely covered the thatch of dark hair on her mound.