A Wicked Game. All rights reserved. Except for brief extracts quoted in
newspaper, magazine, radio, or television reviews, no part of this book may be ...
A WICKED GAME
BY
GEMMA PARKES
A Wicked Game All rights reserved. Except for brief extracts quoted in newspaper, magazine, radio, or television reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying or recording, or by information storage or retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. This erotic anthology is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Erotic Content: Adults Only! Cover Photo: Posed by model.
Copyright © 2013 by Gemma Parkes ISBN: 9780992298432 Publisher: Q~Press Publishing
Gemma Parkes Gemma Parkes is a freelance writer from the UK who specializes mainly in Erotic fiction. Her writing covers a variety of sexual genres. Gemma enjoys fine wine, great food, hot sun and the company of funny, intelligent people who love life as much as she does. Previous publication credits: Anthology inclusions: Train Whore - Girl fever – Cleis Press Access all Areas –Back Door Lover – Ravenous Romance Cassandra – A Wicked and Wanton All Hallows Eve – Naughty Nights Press Scarlet – Behind Stone Walls – Yellow Silk Dreams Patricks Pendant – Enchanted – Yellow Silk Dreams A Heavenly Tail – Sex Toy Stories 2 – Ravenous Romance A Voyeuristic Lover – Naughty Nights Press Plus many other titles.
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CHAPTER ONE Mr. Peter Caine sweated profusely and grunted loudly as his cock slid deeper into the slick, welcome haven of Miss. Amy Price’s delectable pussy. “God that’s it, right there.” she whimpered hotly beneath him. The mahogany desk in the senior lecturers smart office was taking the weight of both of them as they indulged in a little afternoon pleasure at Keywood Upper College campus deep in the English countryside. Miss. Price was naked from the waist down, although her blouse was not affording much cover either. All of the pretty buttons were undone revealing her breasts, spilling out provocatively from the top of the plain, white balconette bra she often wore on college days. Above her Peter Caine, who still had both feet on the floor, was leaning on his elbows, his trousers around his ankles and his very hairy backside pointing towards the door. He pounded in and out of Amy’s body, mentally thanking the head for giving them both two free periods on a Wednesday afternoon. Amy began to squeal louder as her orgasm gripped her, waving both her legs, complete with navy, high heeled court shoes, in the air as Peter took his cue and came inside her with a satisfied shout. However, as he turned to pull up his trousers he was horrified to see, standing behind them in the doorway, second year college student Lucinda White. “My God girl!” he shouted, hurrying to maintain his dignity with Amy still sprawled in a most ungainly fashion across his desk. Lucinda covered her mouth with both hands as if deep in shock before running unceremoniously from the room. “My God,” Peter repeated before growling behind him, “For fucks sake get dressed Amy.” Amy Price did indeed get dressed, almost jumping from the desk in her haste to retrieve her simple underwear from the office floor. “Do you think she saw much?” she asked him. “She saw it all, I’m sure.” Peter rubbed his brow, “She must have done.” “How long do you think she’d been standing there?” Amy’s voice was almost shrill in its urgency. “Damn it, l don’t know! Hell Amy why didn’t you lock the damn door when you came in?” “You could have locked it yourself if you weren’t in such a hurry Peter.” Amy reminded him testily.
Peter sat down in the large leather swivel chair and stared blankly at his office door. As if he could will it to go back in time and lock itself against the embarrassing intrusion. “I will sort this,” he said, “Damn girl shouldn’t be up this end of college in the first place, and she should have knocked.” Ten minutes later after sending Amy back to her own office, Peter had gathered his thoughts. He knew he needed to act quickly before the story was spread throughout the entire campus. He made his way down to the main reception where he spoke carefully to the college secretary, “Will you find out where Lucinda White is right now, and tell her to make her way to my office please?” he said as pleasantly as he could, before adding “Immediately.” In a tone that left no-one in any uncertainty about his smouldering agitation. Then he headed back there himself to wait. When Lucinda knocked quietly on the door just a few minutes later Peter was ready for her. He’d paced the room in an attempt to clear his mind and calm his nerves. It wouldn’t do to show fear. He was pleased to find the girl quite contrite when he opened the door, her eyes were downcast and her posture slightly nervous. “Ah Lucinda,” he spoke almost paternally, “Do come in and take a seat.” He gestured to the smaller of the two office chairs and watched as she sat herself down, demurely straightening her skirt and raising her eyes momentarily as if trying to gage his anger towards her. Peter took the seat opposite her and rested his palms on his knees as he spoke very clearly and carefully. “Now Lucinda, we seem to have got ourselves into an uncomfortable situation don’t we?” “Yes sir.” Lucinda replied, her voice barely audible. “Perhaps you can explain first and foremost why you felt the need to disturb me in my office during my lunch hour? And then you can explain to me why you didn’t knock before entering.” Lucinda paused, looking upwards into his face beneath curly eyelashes; she painted a perfect picture of beauty and innocence. “I came to ask you to sign an absence form sir, l have an interview next week,” she said, “l didn’t knock because…” she looked away biting her bottom lip. “Why Lucinda,” he prompted, “Why didn’t you knock?” “I don’t know sir; l heard noises and l suppose l was curious.”
This threw Peter Caine momentarily and he glanced away briefly, the girl could hear them? Who else could hear them? He cleared his throat. “Curious? About what Lucinda?” he tried. “I knew that Amy, l mean Miss. Price was in here with you,” she gazed steadily at him as she spoke, “And l could hear strange noises.” “Could you indeed, well that really does not give you the right to come marching into my office to spy on me and my…well, whoever else might be in here.” “No sir, sorry sir, like l said l was curious.” Lucinda’s demure gaze and gentle, pleasing voice was beginning to get under Peter Caine’s skin. Was she flirting with him? “Was your curiosity sated Lucinda?” he asked. “No sir, l couldn’t really see much from where l stood.” she replied, just a hint of a smile beginning to play around her full, glossy lips. “Right, well, l think you probably saw far too much Lucinda, far too much, and now l want to know exactly what you intend to do about this.” “Do sir? What do you mean, do?” Lucinda’s eyes opened in mock innocence. “Don’t play games with me Lucinda,” Peter growled, “We both know this could cost me and Amy, erm, Miss. Price our jobs. Who do you intend sharing this information with?” “That depends sir.” Oh God here it comes, blackmail? She had him. Hook, line and proverbial sinker. Shit. He sighed heavily, his eyes searching Lucinda’s for clues as to how much she was going to expect from him. “Teach me.” Lucinda broke the silence. “You need extra help with your course?” Peter was bewildered. Was that it? Lucinda uncrossed her legs and stood directly in front of Peter’s chair. “No sir,” she purred, playfully twirling an auburn curl around her index finger, “I want you to help me with my love life.” Peter frowned, trying to process the information that would help him to understand her request. “You need advice?” he asked. Lucinda threw back her head and laughed, before taking pity on him. “Sex, Mr. Caine,” she said bluntly, “I want you to teach me how to be a better lover.” Peter stood up and walked towards the door, opening it to check up and down the corridor for any unwelcomed eavesdroppers. Was this a joke? Was she trying to set him up?
“I’m serious Mr. Caine,” Lucinda spoke, reading his thoughts. “I haven’t had much experience and l would like you to teach me, it’s as simple and sordid as that I’m afraid. I want to be able to please men the way Amy pleased you sir.” “I thought you said you didn’t see much?” Peter tried. “Well maybe l saw a bit more than l first thought sir.” she grinned. “How old are you?” Peter stared at her. “Nineteen sir, I’m in my second year.” Peter stepped outside his office again to check the corridor, half expecting to find Lucinda’s giggling friends hiding outside. When he saw the corridor was empty he walked to his window and looked out across the empty playing fields. What a mess this was. He ran a tired hand through his greying hair and tried to find a solution in his mind that wouldn’t involve getting deeper into trouble. “What if l refuse?” he asked her eventually. “Mr. Caine! I can’t believe you would turn down the chance to have regular sex with a nineteen year old! I am offering myself willingly to you sir, am l that unattractive?” Lucinda sounded suitably offended. “No. No of course not. Lucinda you must know that l could lose my job if this gets out? Having any kind of relationship, sexual or otherwise, with students is simply not permitted.” “Neither is getting down and dirty during college time with members of staff, is it sir?” Shit. “What exactly do you want me to do Lucinda?” Peter sighed as he sat back down and leaned forward in his chair.
CHAPTER TWO Peter thought it would be a bad idea to let Amy know exactly what Lucinda’s demands were. Instead he told her Lucinda had been after a change in grades and when he had refused she confessed that she had only just entered the office and hadn’t actually seen anything too compromising. Amy was not really convinced by this fabricated recollection of events, but she had no choice other than to put the whole sorry incident behind her and hope that nothing bad came of it. On Wednesday evening Peter made some excuse about working late and met Lucinda in his office as arranged. “Why couldn’t we have gone to your house?” Lucinda pouted as Peter locked the office door behind them. “I explained all that Lucinda,” Peter said, “It’s safer here, l have some very nosey neighbours.” He walked across the room and looked carefully at her; she was wearing a very short skirt and a buttoned, sleeveless blouse. He had given today a great deal of thought, though he was still unsure of her expectations. “Where would you like to start Lucinda?” he asked her. “Teach me what you know.” she purred back. Peter stepped closer to her. “Presumably you’re not a virgin so you must know some things already?” he asked. “I know how to have sex if that’s what you mean. I know how to have very basic sex.” she said. “I see.” Peter thought of his own youthful fumbling. He almost felt sorry for the young men of today and the unreasonable expectations of the equally young girls they dated. “I like what you were doing with Miss. Price.” Lucinda said. “That was just sex across my desk Lucinda, nothing special.” Lucinda giggled. “Do you want me to tell her that?” she said. Peter ignored the smug look on her face. “Come closer.” he said. Lucinda came to stand directly in front of him. Peter walked around her slowly breathing her in. “Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked aware of the break in his voice.
Lucinda smiled and played with her skirt, tugging it between clenched hands before coyly lifting it up to reveal a glimpse of her naked, shaven sex which made Peter gasp in astonishment. “Don’t you like it sir?” Lucinda looked hurt. “I just wasn’t expecting…” The sight of the girl had directly affected the tightness of Peter’s trousers. He hadn’t felt such a quick reaction in a long time and struggled to keep his composure. “Do you want me to take it off sir?” Lucinda pressed. Peter rubbed his brow then tugged at his shirt collar before answering. “Yes.” His voice was barely a whisper. Lucinda slowly pulled the short, elasticated waistband down past her shapely hips, pausing when she reached her thighs to watch Peter’s reaction to the nakedness she was displaying just for him. Peter loosened his tie. His mouth felt suddenly dry. His apprehension was rapidly disappearing. Lucinda continued to ease the skirt down past her knees before stepping slowly out of it when it pooled on the floor at her feet. She gazed at Peter from beneath her lashes as she stood, semi-naked before him. She knew exactly what she was doing. “Take off your blouse Lucinda.” Peter breathed, trying desperately to remain in control. One by one Lucinda flicked open the buttons to her blouse. There were four in all. Peter counted them as her breasts began to peep out from behind the flimsy materiel. She hadn’t bothered with a bra. “Now what sir?” Lucinda asked him. Peter thought hard to remember the routine he had imagined in his bed last night, but right now all he could think about was bending this girl over his desk and taking her the way she wanted, hard and fast until she screamed his name. Think man think. Stepping forward Peter traced a finger over the outline of her breasts, first one and then the other, he marvelled at their firmness and the swift way her rose coloured nipples responded to his touch. Trailing his finger down her stomach to her pubic bone was a delight for both of them. Peter loved the silky, firm feel of her hairless skin and Lucinda sighed deeply at his feather light touch.
Peter walked around her, feasting his eyes on her plump behind and the soft curve of her spine. He trailed his finger there too, all the way up to the nape of her neck underneath the silky tresses hanging so beautifully. Lucinda tilted her head back as Peter’s fingers tugged at the springy curls that were tumbling down. Her breathing was already becoming laboured. “Open your legs a little.” Peter whispered. Lucinda spread her legs just a little but remained in position with her back to Peter and her eyes looking forward. With two palms Peter started his trail again. This time he swept his hands outwards from Lucinda’s spine, still barely touching her. He stroked them across her bottom and down her thighs as far as he could reach. Lucinda moaned deep within her throat. Placing one arm around her waist Peter breathed into her ear, “Is that good Lucinda?” “Mm, yes sir, so good.” she sighed. With his arm still snaking her stomach, Peter buried his other hand into her hair and gently pushed her forward until she was bending from the waist. Lucinda’s hair tumbled forward, covering her face as Peter continued to caress her back with his free hand. As her breathing became more laboured he stroked the round globes of her bottom and the tops of her open thighs. Lucinda moaned softly. Peter allowed just the tips of his fingers to brush against the bare sex he could see so clearly now. He became deeply excited as he noticed the glistening fluid gathering there in response to his caresses, before turning his attention back to her thighs in order to distract his lust. He continued stroking, brushing against and teasing Lucinda until her breathing was noisy and ragged and she began trying to rub back against his palm. Then he pulled her slowly upright again. Lucinda turned towards him throwing her arms around his neck as she searched for his lips, but Peter grabbed her wrists and stepped backwards. “You wanted to learn Lucinda.” he scolded. “But sir, l want you to take me, I’m ready for you.” she whimpered. “As we mature Lucinda, we learn to take our time with these things.” he replied. Amused by the desperation in her eyes, he added, “Lie down on the desk.”
Lucinda did as she was told, lying on her back on the cold mahogany just as she had seen Miss. Price do. “Lay further back,” Peter told her, “Right back so that your legs are on the desk too.” Lucinda shuffled backwards until she laid the length of the desk, her entire body off the floor. Peter stood over her and lifted her knees, before allowing her thighs to flop open exposing her fully to him. Once again he began stroking her skin with his palms. Large flat hands swept across her stomach and over her breasts then down again to her thighs, riding over her pubic mound and dipping briefly before continuing their journey to her ankles. “Please sir.” Lucinda writhed, raising her hips to meet his strokes, begging for more intimate attention. “What do you want Lucinda?” Peter asked her. “You,” she squirmed, “You, l want you.” “Where do you want me Lucinda?” Peter asked again. “Inside me,” she panted, “Please.” But Peter was enjoying watching her dilemma far too much to take her for his own. Slowly and deliberately he rested his hand on her pubic mound. Lucinda squirmed and wriggled beneath it. Then placing her hand on top of his she tried to tempt his fingers inside. Peter pulled his hand away slowly. “One thing l can teach you Lucinda, is patience.” he said.
