The Present
by obohobo
Chapter 1. The present
Dr. Don Jones returned home angry at the wasted evening. These educational
policy meetings were a bore and he seethed with indignation at having to attend.
All they did was to provide a platform for a few tutors to talk, without keeping
to the point, about petty details of curricular minutiae which really only
affected them, not the whole staff. Don taught engineering and most of his
concerns were for how his students worked on projects and their safety. To his
colleagues he was generally known as a quiet, helpful person but one who could
be very forthright if provoked. This evening he had planned spend in his cellar
testing his latest robot design and at the last minute they sprung the meeting
on him. He wasn't in the best of moods before the meeting opened. At 9:15 there
was no sign of it ending and the english department staff were vying with their
mathematics counterparts over some obscure detail of policy. Don had stood up.
"Headmaster, isn't it about time you terminated this meeting. It has wasted
enough of our time and I for one have heard enough of the drivel from Miss
Blenkensop and Mr. Savory to last for the rest of my career. If math's and
english wish to continue this little petty feud they should be put in a cage
somewhere until they have sorted themselves out!" Don's anger showed in his
voice. For a moment there was complete silence and then various people muttered,
"Hear, hear," showing their approval.
Headmaster Parsons stood and looking flustered called for order, "Dr. Jones,
those remarks were most uncalled for and I suggest you apologise to the members
of staff concerned and I will see you in my office in the morning."
"No, Sir I will not apologise. It is those inconsiderate people who should
apologise to us. They have kept us here for no purpose except to listen to their
droning voices. They have wasted the time of most of the staff sitting here.
That accounts for," he paused and did a quick count, "Over sixty hours of time.
Time we could have spent much more enjoyably and profitably. I suggest you
yourself consider that before calling meetings such as this in future!"
"Dr. Jones!" The headmaster again tried to get order but the babble that arose
from the room almost drowned his voice.
"And no, Headmaster, I will not be coming to your office in the morning. I do
not come in until the afternoon tomorrow as you should well know so if you wish
to see me you can come to my office in the afternoon. I bid you goodnight!"
As he left the room several of his colleagues slapped his back and congratulated
him but there was a stunned silent hostility from others. Still seething Don
climbed the steps to his house, went to the kitchen and made a cup of hot
chocolate before washing and preparing for bed. Sitting on the cork topped stool
in the bathroom he reflected on the evening and its possible repercussions as he
drank the chocolate. "Sod, sod, sod these pompous academics," he said out loud
but there was no one to hear him. Or at least he thought there wasn't. Slowly
undressing in the bathroom because it was warmer than the bedroom, he finished
his drink and walked naked to his bed.
"What the bloody hell....?!" The light he turned on illuminated a naked girl,
spread-eagled on his bed, her hands tied to the head board and the ankles to the
foot. Packaging tape across her mouth kept her from speaking. Don recognised her
as chemistry Ph.D. research student, Jayne Fairclough. She had been to his
workshop on a number of occasions wanting pieces of equipment made for some
experiment or other. He liked her and knew her to be very quiet and shy and very
conscientious. Don had often noticed her in the lab late at night when most
other girls of her age would have been out on the town.
"What the bloody hell!" Don repeated as he picked up a sheet of A4 paper lying
across her thighs and covering her pubic area. The uppermost side was inscribed
in large bold letters:
READ THIS BEFORE DOING ANYTHING!
Don looked into the girl's tearful eyes and she shook her head when he turned
the paper over. It read:
I, Jayne Fairclough, have asked my friends to place me here as a present for you
to use as you please. I am still a virgin but am too shy to ask or allow a boy
to take me out and my work has precluded me from meeting them. Please help me
overcome this by taking me in any way you desire. Leave me tied and gagged until
you have finished so that I am unable to resist or make any attempt to dissuade
you.
Please help me live out my bedtime fantasy of being a sexual slave girl.
Thank you.
(Signed) Jayne Fairclough.
Don looked at the girl again and wondered if the note was genuine. Should he
remove the tape and let her tell him or did she really want to be forced into
having sex to overcome her shyness? Don's cock had no such compunctions. It
stood proudly erect, ready and willing to do its duty. His mind too was still
angry and almost willed him just to shove his cock into the helpless girl but he
hesitated. Something didn't seem quite right. He read the note again but still
couldn't put a finger on what was wrong. Was she really asking to be raped? Was
she being set up? If so, by whom?
"Jayne, I'm in a quandary," he said, "Do I believe this or not? If I remove the
tape to ask, it might spoil what you want me to do as you will automatically
protest, if I don't remove the tape, I shan't know if you are being forced to do
this by someone else. I am also puzzled how you were able to get in here. Maybe
you copied my key when you borrowed the bunch to get materials." Jayne
vigorously shook her head. Don laid his hands on her thighs and noticed how cold
her flesh seemed. Looking more closely he saw the goosebumps on her legs and
almost immediately felt the cool of the bedroom strike his flesh too. Pulling
the duvet over the girl he climbed in and lay closely alongside her.
"I am loathe to pass up a chance like this Jayne, but I want to be certain that
you want it too." Hesitating for a few moments he rubbed the inside of her open
crotch. "What I am going to do is this. For the next fifteen minutes I am going
to play with you sexually but will not use my cock. I will rub your cunt and
suckle your tits. You are beautiful you know when you are not hiding your form
under baggy clothes and a lab coat." Kissing her cheek, he went on, "If I feel
you are well stimulated and ready for sex, I will fuck you. If you still appear
cold and frigid, then I will release you. Understand?" Jayne once again shook
her head, no. Don had second thoughts but his cock wanted release. Nevertheless
he forced himself to keep to his bargain even if it was one sided.
Slowly he massaged her slit and began fingering her clit. He felt the girl
laying under him stiffen and try to remain rigid. Was it fear? Did she really
not want his attentions? Continuing his massage and starting to suck a nipple,
Don began to feel warmth and life coming to her. Her nipple hardened. Was she
responding or just feeling warm after the cold? Don's mind was still torn
between raping her hard and fast and being a gentleman, uncertain as to the
motives behind her being tied down. Kissing her again, he spoke softly. "Jayne,
have you ever had a man do this before?" Jayne shook her head, no. "But it feels
nice?" Jayne's head shake this time was much less positive. "Well I am going to
continue playing with you for the next eight minutes. By then your body, if not
your mind, will decide whether you want to become a woman."
Ten minutes later Jayne cunt was flowing wet and she moved her hips slowly under
Don's manipulations for a short while and then held herself rigid. Don realised
she was uncertain. Part of her wanted him to continue, part of her was afraid.
What was he to do? Would he traumatise this girl by fucking her or would she
think herself not good enough if he didn't? His cock said go ahead.
"Jayne, you are wet and ready, so I am going to fuck you. I just hope this is
what you actually want. I guess you are probably not on the pill or anything so
I will use a condom. Opening the drawer to the bedside table, he pulled out a
foil packet and in front of Jayne, rolled the latex sheath over his cock. For
the first time Jayne had a good look at it only inches from her face. It was
larger than she expected although normal by most men's standards. Slowly he
inserted his manhood into her until he felt the resistance of her hymen. He
pulled back but instead of thrusting forward and breaking the barrier, he worked
his cock back and forth in her entrance. Sensing her movements were now ones of
pleasure rather than of resistance, Don pulled the tape sharply from her mouth
and immediately kissed her.
"Jayne dear," Don started before she had chance to open her mouth again, "Jayne,
you are still a virgin, would you like me to continue and make you a woman, or
shall I withdraw and let you go?"
At first no coherent words came from Jayne's lips. Don kissed her again. "Please
say carry on," he pleaded.
Slowly Jayne mouthed, "Carry on." Don plunged in bringing a sharp cry from the
girl as she felt the pain strike through her body but it soon decreased and
pleasure took over as he fucked her with gentle force. Jayne felt fulfilled and
his cock pressed and rubbed against the walls of her cunt and brought her to a
climax better than any she had been able to get through masturbation. A little
later Don shot his load into the latex teat.
