Teaching Relationships

Across town, Asuma had asked Ino to meet him for dinner. It was not the first time they had eaten together, so Ino didn’t suspect anything out of the ordinary. They chatted leisurely over dinner and then Asuma offered to walk Ino home. As they strolled side by side, Asuma shifted the conversation easily to what he wanted to know.



“I hear Sasuke went out on another mission this morning,” he said.



“Yes. I was hoping he would be able to make it home tonight, but it sounds like he won’t be back until tomorrow night at best,” Ino replied, frowning.



“This is your first time apart in awhile?”



“Yeah. Since we started living together, we rarely spend a night apart.”



“Would you like some company for awhile tonight? Kurenai will be out for a few more hours, so I wouldn’t mind coming in for tea and some more conversation.”



“Thanks Asuma; that would be nice.”



When they reached her front door, Ino led Asuma into her shared apartment with Sasuke. As he sat comfortably on her couch, she prepared some tea, then returned and handed him a cup. After she sat down and they drank their tea in silence for a few moments, Asuma turned back toward his student.



“Did Sasuke mention anything about yesterday?” Asuma asked.



“About what?” Ino asked nonchalantly.



“Oh, just that he ran into Kurenai.”



“Yes, actually. He mentioned that they spoke. Why?”



“Did he mention what they said?”



“Just that she asked about me.”



“Ah. You didn’t ask what he said about you?”



“No. I know him and the way he talks. I’m sure I could guess what he said.”



“Really, and what’s that?”



“Look Asuma, I know Sasuke seems like a jerk sometimes, but I like the way he is. He’s always blunt and I never have to wonder where I stand with him. I’m sure he told Kurenai that he likes spending time with me and that we have a great sex life, but that he wishes I liked myself as much as I liked him. Is that close?”



The older man looked surprised.



“Yes, I thought so,” Ino continued. “I know my boyfriend, Asuma.”



“I apologize.” Asuma hesitated and then added, “But if you know the issue he has with you, why haven’t you changed it? Don’t you want to stay with him?”



“Of course I do,” Ino replied calmly. “It’s just not that simple. I could easily say I would tell him what I want, but when I look into those dark eyes, I only care about what he wants.”



“I see. What if I trained you to stop doing everything he wants and to ask him for the things that you want?”



Ino looked toward her teacher curiously. “How would you do that?”



“Are you willing to try something with me?”



“Of course I am. What did you have in mind?”



“You need to gain some self-respect. I want to try some practice situations with me and force you to tell me what you really want and don’t want. Then you can remember this when Sasuke comes home.”



“Fine. Where shall we begin?”



“For the next half hour, I’d like for you to imagine that I’m Sasuke. Actually, I can make that a lot easier for you.”



With a few quick hand motions Asuma transformed into Sasuke. He seemed to have every detail correct, from his toes to the points of his hair. Ino grinned and tossed her long hair over her shoulder.



“I’d be careful doing that Asuma. I don’t have much control when I look at that face. Who knows what will happen,” she said playfully.



“Asuma is not here,” Asuma replied, perfectly mimicking Sasuke’s voice.



Suddenly the fake Sasuke grabbed Ino and threw her back against the wall, sending her mug of tea crashing to the ground. Immediately her jaw tightened as she saw the liquid spread across her wood floor.



“What Ino? Would you like to scold me? Your Sasuke?” Asuma mocked.



“What the hell Sasuke,” Ino snapped. “Clean that up!”



With a perfect imitation of Sasuke’s cold grin, the look-alike wiped up the liquid with a small towel. Then he turned back toward the tall blonde. In moments, he was in front of her, pressing his hands into her sides. Ino flinched as he pushed harder, and she nervously squirmed back toward the wall, trying to ease the pain on her waist.



“What are you doing? Stop squirming!” the fake Sasuke growled.



“Not so hard,” Ino murmured.



He nodded and lightened his grip on her waist. Then he leaned down and gently kissed her collar bone.



“What do you want me to do to you Ino?” the man growled.



“Anything you want,” Ino replied automatically.



Suddenly Ino was tossed down to her knees on the ground. The fake Sasuke shoved her down onto her hands as well and then slapped his hand hard against her rump. Before she could protest, he had grabbed a wide brush from a nearby table and was pounding it against her ass. After he had hit her almost thirty times, she screamed out for him to stop.



He paused, but kept his arm in the air, prepared to continue. “What is it? Do you want me to hit you harder?” He spanked her ass once with a sharper hit, making her scream out again.



“No! Stop!” she snapped with real pain in her voice.



“But, I thought you wanted to do anything that I wanted,” he replied.



“Just stop Sasuke, it hurts.”



“Then what do you want?” he growled, sounding impatient.



“Just be more gentle,” Ino whispered.



“Ah, I understand.”



Suddenly Ino was lifted to her feet and placed near the front door. The Sasuke look-alike kissed her throat gently while he quickly began to tear off her clothes. Her shirt and bra were on the floor in moments, followed quickly by her skirt and panties. When she was completely nude, she looked expectantly into his eyes. And without a word, the fake Sasuke lifted her up into his arms, threw open the front door, and carried her outside.



Ino’s eyes opened wide with fear immediately, but she knew better than to scream and draw more attention to herself. As her eyes searched the street for people who would see them, her Sasuke look-alike carried her over to the fence across the street and leaned her back over top of it. Ino looked up above her and could see her neighbor’s lights on in the house and she grew terrified that they would see her. Just as she was about to ask the fake Sasuke to take her home, he leaned down and licked a clean trail up her pussy lips and over her sensitive clit. She bucked wildly, but then sat up and smacked the man on top of the head.



“Take me inside…now!” she growled.



Her eyes were furious as he nodded calmly and carried her back into her home. Once the doors were closed again, she slapped his face hard.



“What the hell were you thinking?” she screamed at him.



“You only said to be more gentle, Ino,” he replied seriously.



She scowled. The attractive male approached her slowly and began to gently kiss her exposed throat again. As he worked his way down to her nipples, he paused long enough to speak again.



“What do you really want then?” he murmured.



As his tongue flicked across her nipple, Ino replied, “I want you to be less rough and I want us to both stay inside.”



“But what do you WANT?” he pushed.



“I don’t know,” she whispered shyly.



Nodding, the man pulled away from her. She watched cautiously, but he merely began to unzip his black pants. Soon, his pants and boxers were at his knees and he was pointing down at his hard cock.



“Get on your knees,” he commanded.



Ino nodded and then dropped down to her knees in front of her fake boyfriend. She swallowed his cock into her mouth easily and began to move in a way that showed Asuma she had done this many times before. After a few minutes, he drew close to orgasm and shoved her head back. Then he grabbed her firmly by her hair, gave his cock a few more jerks, and let himself explode onto her face and hair. As his come dribbled down her face, Asuma could tell Ino was about to lose her temper. He decided to push her just a bit harder. As she began to leave the room, obviously to clean off her face, the fake Sasuke shoved her down onto the couch.



“I’m not finished with you yet,” he snapped.



“What else do you want then?” Ino murmured.



With one of his cold grins, the man pulled out a knife with a thick handle. He tossed it to Ino and then stared down at her nude body.



“What am I doing with this?” she asked impatiently.



“Well, I can’t be bothered to touch you. You look disgusting with that crap all over your face. So instead, I want you to fuck yourself with that knife handle. You’re not leaving this room until I’ve heard you scream and seen you come. I want you to role play for me. Pretend you’re my whore, I just finished with you, and now you’re so horny that you have to get yourself off. Now, get started!” he said coldly.



Ino frowned angrily, but it didn’t take her long to slip the thick knife handle inside of her. With one hand pushing the handle in and out, she rubbed her clit firmly with the other.



As he watched, the fake Sasuke laughed and spat, “You dirty fucking slut! You can’t even clean yourself off or get out of my apartment before you get off! I don’t want your dirty come all over my couch! Get on the floor!”



Ino obeyed and crawled down the floor, leaned back against the couch, and continued to fuck herself with the knife handle.



Not satisfied, the man snapped, “No, that position is too sweet for you! Get on your knees and fuck yourself like the dog you are!”



With an angry glare, Ino flipped over and knelt down on her hands and knees. Then she pushed the knife handle back into herself and began to fuck herself more frantically, wanting to get it over with.



While she continued, she heard the fake Sasuke leave the room. She didn’t look up, not even when he returned. Not until a strap slammed down across her arched back. Her eyes filled with fury as the strap slammed down again, hitting her this time across the back of her shoulders.



Suddenly, she was on her feet and she shoved Sasuke back against the wall behind him. As the knife and strap tumbled to the floor, she clawed into his chest furiously.



“Stop it you asshole!” she screamed.



“Stop what?” he asked innocently. “You said I could do whatever I wanted!”



“I lied! Damn it! Why can’t you just give oral sex to me sometimes instead of me always doing it to you? And why can’t we ever have sex in the kitchen? I want to do it on the table and on the counter! And why the hell don’t you ever touch my nipples while we’re fucking?”



After her outburst, Ino grew very quiet. It only made her more uncomfortable when Asuma transformed back into himself. She calmly wrapped a nearby blanket around herself and then shyly met her teacher’s eyes.



“Thank you. I understand what you were doing now. I think I can handle it from now on,” she said softly.



“I’m glad. Sasuke and all your friends just want you to remember that your feelings are just as important as his. You can’t always put him first,” Asuma replied.







Two hours later, Ino was lying in her large bed reading when she heard her front door open. Not worried, she just flipped the page in her book. Sasuke entered the bedroom moments later and smiled down at her.



“Hey Ino, how was your day?” he asked as he removed his jacket.



“It was interesting,” Ino replied, smirking.



“Really? How so?”



Sasuke tossed his bag and his tight t-shirt and baggy pants into the corner of the room. Once he was down to just his boxers, he joined Ino in the bed and kissed her firmly.



“I had a chat with Asuma,” she said suddenly.



“And?” Sasuke asked.



“We need to talk.”



When he heard the serious tone of her voice, Sasuke propped himself up on one elbow and stared into her blue eyes. Ino just smiled and softly stroked his flawless cheek.



“I understand why you were annoyed with me. I should have been telling you what I wanted. I’m ready to tell you now,” she said softly.



“Good.” Sasuke smiled. “I’m listening.”



“I want more foreplay. I always suck you off, but you rarely give me oral sex. I at least want you to finger me longer before we have sex.”



“I can do that,” Sasuke said, smiling wider now.



“And I want you to touch my breasts sometimes when we have sex. I feel like you neglect them. Like when I’m on top, they’re right there where you can grab them, and you never do. At least pinch my nipples once in awhile!”



With a playful smirk, Sasuke reached under the blanket, found his girlfriend’s bare nipple, and pinched it hard.



“I’ll remember that. Please, continue,” he said.



“I only have one more right now, but this one, I want to show you,” Ino said.



Sasuke was surprised when Ino suddenly rolled over top of him and stood up from the bed. When the blanket fell off of her she was standing naked in front of him. He reached out to touch her, but she was already leaving the room, never looking back. Feeling his erection hardening as he thought about her, Sasuke ran after her.



When he arrived in the kitchen, Ino was seated on the counter with her legs spread wide. “Get to it,” she said, nodding down toward her waist.



Not needing any further invitation, Sasuke dove across the room and buried his face in the wetness of his girlfriend.



As he lapped away happily, Ino spoke one more time. “You’re going to keep doing that until I say it’s okay to stop. Then I’m going to get on top of that table and you’re going to fuck me. And don’t you dare say no.”