Mr Tippet's young lover

At the bottom of the stairs Mr. Tippet has removed his academic gown and is talking to another man, who has his back to the steps. He catches sight of me and I stick my tongue out and pirouette so I can sashay back to the room until they’re done, when:

“Oh lovely, here he is now! Looking gorgeous as usual!”

The other man turns, and as he looks at me I can see the sexual hunger on his face, as well as a certain hardness, and I just know his cock is getting stiff as he fantasizes about fucking me.

“This is Monsieur Arnaud, Richard. He’s with the French department; Algerian by the way. Have you met?”

“Er, no, I don’t think so.”

He extends his hand: “Hello Richard, it’s such a pleasure! You look wonderful, and such lovely legs!” I can feel his fingers scratching my palm as he almost leers at me.

He looks to be in his mid-50s or older, tall and thin, almost gaunt, very dark complexion. I just know he has a hairy body as well, and I can see the bulge in his trousers.

Two of my friends taking his classes said he had a thing for young white boys, and I felt my cock stir as I started wondering what he might do if he had me.

“Thank you!”.

“Non, non, thank you!”

“Richard I’m so sorry. Claude had said he was going to pop around this evening to pick up a book, and it completely slipped my mind…silly me! I don’t know what I could have been doing to forget it!”

Monsieur Arnaud smiles wryly.

“And I’m such a duffer that I left it in my office! Look, I’ll just go and pick it up, and you can entertain Claude until I get back. Shouldn’t be more than, oh, 90 minutes or so. I’m sure you can keep him amused!”

Another wry smile, but this time with a hint of a leer.

“You know where the drinks are, why don’t you get him something?”

And off he went to “get the book”.

“What can I get you, Monsieur?”

“Scotch, ma chérie, straight.”

I didn’t know much French, but I knew enough to recognize that he was addressing me as a girl, so I minced to the drink cabinet, leaned as far down as I could to get a glass, and pushed my arse out. I straightened up, poured his drink, and took it back to where he was standing. The bulge in his pants looked larger.

“Merci, ma petite. But your legs are so long, so…slender. Please, walk for me a little.”

I did a circuit of the room, hips swinging, and came back. I stumbled slightly, fell into him, and his drink spilled on my top.

“Oh, you’re wet, let’s take it off. Arms up, ma chérie!”

And he grabs my top and rips it off over my head.

“Et voilà!”

I’m left in my white boots and panties.

He run his hands over my chest, squeezes a nipple until it hurts, then moves to my back and down to my buttocks.

Placing both hands inside the rim of my panties, he tears them off and throws them on the floor. My cock is rock hard.

“We will not be needing them, I think?”

“No”, I whisper.

He steps back and starts to undress, and when he reaches his briefs he stops. He is lean, no fat, dark skin, dark hair on his chest, and he makes me think of a crouching tiger ready to pounce. He suddenly grabs my cock and pulls me to him hard.

“Now, let’s see what those lovely lips can do – à genoux, salope, à genoux!”

He pushes me to my knees, I roll his briefs down, and out pops a moist cock amid a cluster of dark hair. It’s not too long, but it is pretty thick, and I start to think how nice it’s going to feel in my arse.

Suddenly he slaps my face hard and pushes my head onto his cock.

“Hurry up, my little cock slut!”

I start on the tip, as usual, licking it and rolling it in my mouth and working my tongue around it, but he grabs the back of my head and pushes his cock as far as he can go and holds me it there. I start to splutter, and he withdraws and slaps me again.

“Keep it in, pute!”

And he pushed it in and holds it. This time I manage not to gag, and he gradually starts thrusting. I try to run my tongue along the bottom of his shaft as it moves.

“Keep still!”

A couple more thrusts and he withdraws and slaps my face again.

“On your knees on the sofa!”

I position myself on my knees with my arse up.

He smacks my buttocks hard, grasps my hips, pulls me roughly to him, and just sticks it in and starts banging me…hard. He grabs my hair, wrenches my head back, and holds it there as he keeps fucking me. My cock is about to explode, and I reach down to grab it.

“Don’t touch yourself!”

Then he shoots his wad inside me…once, twice, three times I feel his hot jizz empty into my bum, and then I shoot onto the sofa.

He pulls out, smacks my bum hard again, and tells me to put my top on. I’m about to pull it down and tie it around my bum, but he stops me.

“ No, tie it around your waist, so I can see the rest of you.”

I obey.

“Did you enjoy me?”

“Yes,” and I really had enjoyed him. Although I was with Mr. Tippet, it had been so natural for me to have sex with Monsieur Arnaud, and I started to think that Mr. Tippet had seen something in me and had known that I wouldn’t object to Monsieur Arnaud’s sudden appearance. Why? Because he’d read me for what I’d known subconsciously but hadn’t really thought about, and now I saw myself for what I really was: I was a submissive sissy boy who liked to be used. I’d always put out only a little bit and I’d always let the other guy take the lead, hoping they would…and mostly they did. I couldn’t imagine treating someone like Monsieur Arnaud had just treated me…but I’d LOVED it! Just like I’d loved being a sissy schoolboy for Mr. Tippet.

My thoughts were interrupted by hands on my buttocks, but this time soft. Monsieur Arnaud was tracing small circles on my cheeks, muttering “comme la neige, comme la neige…simplement parfait”.

Just then I hear the sound of the front door. Mister Tippet comes down the hall and sees a naked Monsieur Arnaud playing with the butt of half-naked me.

“Splendid! I thought you’d both find a way to pass the time! He wasn’t too rough, was he Richard?”

“No.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Do you remember in my office when I asked you if you liked leather?”
I did.

“Well, It’s still early, so what say we both get you into some nice leather gear and see how you like it?”

The slapping and spanking by Monsieur Arnaud had really flicked a switch, and I nodded yes as Monsieur Arnaud squeezed my cock.

They both smile.