was one of his research students and he was directing her in some complicated scientific procedure. He respected her intelligence but needed her to do exactly as he said.
She was sitting with her legs spread open, exposing her vagina to him clearly. She moved up and down slowly, partly from nerves, partly from excitement. She felt utterly exhilarated to be here in front of him, so close he could reach out and touch her.
—Touch it, he said.
She looked down at her sweet, little pussy. It looked perfect. She knew it did. The skin was smooth and silky. The flesh of her inner thighs was white as clean snow and as it approached the outer lips of her vagina it gradually turned to a light pink. From there it grew redder as it approached the innermost lips of the vagina. She felt like a delicate flower. That was what it was like when Henry looked at her, with so much longing and love in his face she could almost feel it.
She put her finger in her mouth and touched the outer side of the inner vaginal lips, gently pushing on the little flaps of skin that formed her clitoris and that were capable of giving her so much exquisite pleasure. As she rubbed the clitoris, blood flowed into it filling the area with life and sensation and making it puff and redden in its signal of sexual readiness.
Henry was watching intently, his mouth slightly open, his hand slowly moving from his side to his crotch and inside the fold of his robe. She knew he must be growing hard under the robe but she couldn’t see his cock. Not yet.
She strained to open her legs wider, she wanted him to see absolutely everything she had to offer. She wanted to give his eyes more pleasure than he had never known before. Most of all she wanted him to feel some sort of love for her, something that she could count on while Ben played with his secretary and treated her as if she was utterly disposable and worthless.
She pushed her index finger slowly into the mouth of her vagina. She was growing wet and it slid in easily. She forced it in as deeply as she could reach but felt it wasn’t nearly long enough. A finger was such a small implement, she thought. She pushed her finger in and out of her vagina, letting it get all wet, trying to simulate being fucked by a hard cock. Then she took two fingers and slid them in together. The extra girth gave her some more pleasure but again, she felt it wasn’t enough.
—Turn around, Henry said.
She looked at him and he held her gaze, his caring eyes meeting hers levelly. She got on her hands and knees with her bum facing him. Then she reached around and fingered her vagina again.
—Do the bum, he said.
His voice cracked. He may be used to giving orders, Janey thought, but it wasn’t every day that he told a girl to finger her bum. Her finger was already nice and wet from her cunt and she touched her anus with it. That was more like it. For some reason she felt more excited, naughtier, now that she was playing with her bum. She pushed her finger into her little asshole and let out a quiet moan. She moved it in and out of her anus, in and out, in and out. She looked back and saw that Henry was stroking his long, thick cock openly now. She wanted to offer to do it for him, to make him come, but she wasn’t sure if the contact would be too much for him. Right now it seemed like all he wanted to do was watch her.
She pulled open her butt cheeks with her hands so that he could get a really clear view of her anus. She continued fingering it. This time she used two fingers together. The extra width was startling and the slight pain, mixed with the pleasure caused her to cry out.
—That’s it, Henry said. Now do both together.
She looked back at him but he was transfixed on her bum.
She reached back and stuck her thumb into her anus and her index and middle fingers into her cunt. She had made a claw shape with her hand and used it to push in and out of both holes at once. It was a thrill to have Henry sitting there, stroking