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Ms. Martens
Since Ms. Martens was a dedicated first-year-out-of-college English teacher who still thought she could make a difference, I knew she always went home late.
When I walked into her classroom after cheerleading practice, as expected, I found her sitting at her desk grading papers.
"Go home, Ms. Martens, you need a social life."
She looked up and laughed, "I could say the same thing to you, Bree. It's almost six o'clock."
"Oh trust me, I have a very active social life," I countered.
"What can I do for you?" she asked, since she didn't have a response to my sexual implications.
I closed her classroom door, happy that her desk was now hidden from any passersby's view, and informed her, "Actually, I hear you have a pretty active social life too."
"Excuse me?" she questioned.
"According to the boys, you often give them some extra motivation after school," I lied, never having heard any such thing. In fact she seemed completely oblivious to all the drooling and hard-ons she caused for the majority of her male students. She was outstandingly pretty.
"That's outrageous," she said.
"I was just thinking that it's so unfair that only the boys get the extra motivation," I said, sauntering over to her. "I mean, I was pretty sure you were a lesbian." This part was actually true, although I wasn't sure why... just a hunch... an inner instinct.
Her face went red at the accusation. Aha! She was a lesbian.
"I knew it," I smiled, reaching her desk. "So I imagine you haven't had any dinner yet."
"I was just leaving," she said, getting restless and uncomfortable, but too late.
"It's okay, Ms. Martens, I brought dinner," I countered seductively, now standing directly next to her, my cunt directly in front of her face if she turned sideways, my flip-up-able cheerleading skirt the only barrier concealing my addictive taste of heaven.
She stammered, not moving, "I-I-I'm your teacher."
"And now you're my teacher pet," I countered.
"I could get fired for that," she said, not really putting up much of a fight, just delaying the inevitable.
I lifted up my skirt, revealing my perfect pussy, and offered, ever so gently, "Go ahead, Ms. Martens, I can see the hunger in your eyes."
To her credit, she didn't lean forward and submit immediately like the others had, but she also didn't look away. She said weakly, "I can't do this."
"But you want to?" I asked.
"Please go, go now." she said desperately, her voice cracking.
Deciding to play hard to get, wanting her to submit to me of her own free will, wanting to heighten the anticipation for us both, I devised a new type of seduction and submission, so I said, "Okay, but when you change your mind, I won't give you this sweet pie so easily." I dropped my skirt and began to walk out, but stopping at the door, I turned and said, "Have a great night, Ms. Martens."
Over the next week, I constantly teased her:
On Monday, I flashed my cunt from the front row while she taught, going sans underwear that day.
On Tuesday, I came in at lunch right after I'd had Carol eat me in her office, handed in my poetry assignment, touched my moist finger to her lips and asked, the scent and taste of my cum lingering even as I removed my finger, "How about a sample taste?" Before she could respond, I again left, hoping I was leaving her wanting more.
On Wednesday morning I'd masturbated, something I seldom did now that I had a few pets to get me off. I'd then wiped my cunt clean with one of my thongs and left it in her purse. Later I whispered to her at the end of class, "Submission is inevitable."
On Thursday, I had Kimberly hand her a small gift before school started: ben wa balls, with a note that I expected them to be inside her all day. After school I returned to her classroom and asked bluntly, "Did you obey, my teacher pet?"
"Bree, this is getting out of hand," she replied, avoiding the question.
"It was a yes or no question," I countered, indicating that I was annoyed.
"You told another student I was your pet?" she asked, mortified.
"No, my pet obeyed her simple instructions," I explained. "She has no idea why she gave them to you, but it's likely she assumes that I've chosen you as my next pet."
"How many pets do you have?" she asked, seeming more in awe of my prowess than mortified by my focus on her.
"You're about to be number six," I answered, as I walked up to her.
Her face went beet red. It was obvious by her expression she was battling with conflicting urges: the moral 'I'm a teacher and I need to be the adult in this situation' vs the immoral 'I'm a submissive lesbian and I'm dying to submit'.
"You still haven't answered my very simple yes or no question," I pointed out.
She went to her desk, pulled open the drawer, removed the ben wa balls and handed them to me. "I can't," she whispered, not able to look me in the eye.
I smiled as I accepted them. "Ms. Martens, may I ask you one question?"
"I guess," she answered, struggling with the temptation lingering before her.
"Is your cunt wet right now?" I asked bluntly.
"Bree!" she gasped, shocked by the question, even though the answer was obvious from the redness in her cheeks and the yearning look in her eyes.
"I'll take it, by the undeniable lust in your eyes, that that your sweet pussy is dripping wet for me," I continued, sensing that her fragile moral resistance was brittle.
"Bree, I need you to leave," she said, still not looking me in the eye.
"Look me in the eyes Ms. Martens, and tell me that twat of yours isn't sticking to your panties because they're so wet," I ordered, continuing my aggressive assault on the beautiful teacher.
She looked me in the eyes and said, her tone firm all of a sudden, "Leave now, Bree."
I smiled, not letting this brief defiance act as a deterrent, and shrugged, "Your loss, Ms. Martens." I turned and walked away again, stopping at the door. "By the way, I always get what I want. And what I want this time is my own pet teacher."
I again left and for the first time I wasn't sure I really was going to get what I wanted.
At school on Friday, I didn't do anything at all except to try and play mind games with her. That said, I could tell she was flustered and my confidence, which had briefly weakened, returned full force. I'd resolved to go for broke, but not at school.
Instead, I would leave the ball in her hands while setting her up for the opportunity to cross the line I believed she was willing to cross. After school, I walked in and told her, "Ms. Martens, I'll be at your house at precisely eight o'clock tonight. I expect to find your front door unlocked, you on your knees in your living room, and dressed in the sexiest lingerie you own."
"Bree," she said, her cheeks going ruby red. "I just can't."
"I know you want this, and you know you want this," I said. "I'm giving you one more chance to submit as my pet teacher, this time in the safety of your home. If you really don't want to submit to me and taste my perfection, then lock your door." I moved to her ear, my hot breath encroaching inside it, "But we both know that deep down you not only want this... you need it... you crave it."
Her breathing was getting heavy as I gently bit her earlobe to tug on her ear and said, "See you at eight," before I walked out, and I believed, leaving her a horny mess.
I waited outside a moment before returning and adding, noticing she still hadn't moved, "Ms. Martens, note that this is your final opportunity. If you don't obey me, then I'll know you aren't interested and I'll leave you alone; but we both know you'll obey."
I again left, pretty confident I was right, yet still a lingering doubt remained.
At eight, I pulled up in front of her house and approached to her front door. This was the moment of truth.
Am I right?
Am I as irresistible as I thought I was?
I took a breath, feeling a slight anxiety at the possibly of being rejected, the rush of seduction being such an addictive source of adrenalin that I wasn't sure what I'd do if I was wrong.
I placed my hand on the door knob and turned. A chill went up my spine and a rush of wetness dampened my pussy as the door opened easily.
I walked in, feeling exhilarated with power as I was greeted by my beautiful, sexy teacher on her knees as instructed. In a red lace bra, matching thong, garter-belt and beige stockings, she looked radiant.
I greeted her as I closed the door, "My pet deserves a reward for obeying her instructions."
I walked over to her, lifted up my skirt and offered her my pussy.
Without a word, only silent obedience, she leaned forward and licked my pussy, the invisible line of propriety finally crossed.
Every seduction is unique, every seduction is a rush, but this one was a new high, since I'd overcome a formidable resistance and a noticeable potential of rejection to add her to my growing collection of pets... plus she was a teacher, which only added to the taboo of it all.
I moaned, "That's it, my teacher pet."
It was obvious as her tongue explored my cunt that she was a very experienced pussy pleaser.
"Is my pet teacher a lesbian?" I asked, after a couple minutes of pleasure, although the affirmative answer had been practically shouted at me in her classroom when I first broached the topic.
When she didn't answer, I stepped back slightly and repeated the question, "is my pet teacher a lesbian?"
"N-n-no," she stammered, "but I'm bi."
"You eat cunt and suck cock?" I asked bluntly, a bit surprised she was bi.
"Yes," she admitted, her cheeks as red as the fiery flames of hell.
"Which do you prefer?" I asked, leaving my sweetness lingering just out of my new pet's reach.
"I like them both," she admitted.
"So if a juicy cock were here next to my cunt, which would you choose?" I asked, my finger parting my wet pussy lips mere inches from her face.
"Now that I've tasted it, yours."
"My what?" I questioned, wanting to hear her swear.
"Your vagina," she answered, staring at my cunt.
"My what?" I scoffed, as I slid a finger inside my cunt, "use big girl words."
"Your cunt, I'd like to eat your cunt some more," she admitted, desperation in her tone.
"Beg, my teacher pet," I ordered, slowly fingering myself.
Her hungry eyes never left my cunt as she begged, her desperation increasing, "Please Bree, let your pet teacher bury herself in that sweet cunt of yours."
"It's Mistress Bree when we're alone," I added to my expectations.
Without any hesitation, her desire to taste me overriding any resistance, "Yes, Mistress Bree," she nodded, still staring at my cunt.
"Such a good teacher pet," I purred, as I moved my cunt back within reach.
She eagerly buried her pretty face in my cunt and licked hungrily like a woman lost in the desert finally finding water. Maybe it was her amazing tongue, maybe it was because she was easily the most beautiful grown woman I'd ever seen in person, maybe it was that she was one of my teachers, or maybe I was just fucking horny, but after only a couple of minutes of her magical tongue I was nearing orgasm.
I moaned, as I grasped her head and held her deep into me, "I'm comiiiiing," I moaned a moment later as I coated her beautiful face with my cunt juice.
She eagerly licked my juices like it was lifesaving water, as my body trembled.
Once my orgasm had finished its glorious journey through me, I let go of her head, looked down and complimented, "You look incredibly sexy with cunt cum all over your face."
"Thank you, Mistress," she answered, still slightly embarrassed and yet already accepting her new submissive position.
"Are you wet?" I asked.
"Soaked, Mistress," she admitted.
"What toys do you have?" I queried, curious to know if her innocent exterior was hiding a slutty interior.
She blushed again, "I have a few, Mistress."
"Show me," I ordered.
She began to stand up, but I stopped her, "No. Pets crawl."
She returned to her knees and then to all fours and began crawling toward a hallway. It was easily the hottest thing I'd ever witnessed: this beautiful teacher in her hot red lingerie crawling like a dog, her amazing ass in perfect view.
Reaching her bedroom, she crawled to her bed and pulled out a long container (one made to hold wrapping paper) and opened it.
I gasped at the large assortment of toys she had. I commented, "That's quite the collection," as I bent down and asked, pulling out a long plastic dildo-looking thing with two ends, "What's this?"
"A double-ended dildo," she answered.
"How does it work?" I asked, realizing I was a sex toy novice, so far only owning a vibrator and a strap-on.
"It goes in both of our cunts and we get each other off, Mistress," she explained, the light bulb finally going on.
"Delicious," I purred. "And this is a unique strap-on," I pointed out, grabbing one that had two cocks pointing in the same direction.
"It's for double penetration, Mistress," my teacher pet explained.
My eyes went wide. "Does my teacher pet take it in the ass?" I asked, this idea one that hadn't occurred to me until that moment.
"Yes, Mistress, getting double penetrated is the way I come the hardest," the hot-enough-to-be-a-model teacher admitted.
"And these are butt plugs, I assume," I asked, as I pointed to three similarly styled black plastic pointy things.
"Yes, Mistress," she nodded.
"And what's this?" I asked, grabbing a long purple cock with a suction cup at the end.
"A wall suction cock," she revealed. As I looked at her slightly confused, she explained, "You can attach it to a wall or a headboard and then fuck yourself with it."
"Show me," I smiled, thinking tonight was going to be a long, fun night.
She took the purple wall cock, held it in her mouth like a bone, and crawled to an open spot on her wall. She put the suction cup on the wall so low it was almost floor level, tugged her thong down and backed herself onto the cock. I supposed this could also be done while standing, but she was being a good pet and remained on her knees.
The surreal submission continued to be the ultimate turn on from her crawling with a cock in her mouth, to her beginning to fuck herself, to her complete obedience, to her soft moans and facial expressions as she fucked herself while her face was still shiny with my cunt cum.
As she fucked herself, biting her lip, with her eyes closed, I got undressed, attached the double cock strap-on to myself, the idea of ass fucking her yet another new thrill.
When I was ready, hearing her moans increasing, I asked, "Does my pet teacher want to get DP'd?"
"God, yes," she moaned as she bounced solidly against the wall, taking the entire plastic cock in her cunt.
"Crawl onto the bed," I ordered, again enjoying watching her be a real teacher pet.
She obeyed and was soon on all fours, her two inviting holes poised expectantly for me. She asked, "Please use the lube in the box, Mistress."
I hadn't thought about that, being an anal virgin both giving and receiving, so I found the anal lube. I poured some on the top cock and some more down her ass crack, my own cunt wet at the anticipation of fucking her ass.
I positioned my double cock at her two inviting holes and asked again, "Does my teacher pet want to get DP'd by her student?"
"Yesss, Mistress, please fuck both my holes," she eagerly agreed, horny as hell.
I slowly pushed forward and listened to her whimpering as the toy disappeared inside her. Watching the cock slide in her ass was incredibly hot, and I knew that all my pets would soon get some ass fucking training.
Once my temporary sex organs were all the way inside her, I began slowly fucking both her holes. At first her moans were soft as she got used to having a cock in her ass, but as I continued slowly fucking her, her moans began to increase and my reserved, beautiful teacher began to get animated. "Harder, Mistress, please slam both those cocks deep in your slut."
Hearing her call herself a slut enhanced once again my enjoyment at her complete submission as I obliged her request, shifting from slow fucking to hard, our bodies slamming into each other, fucking.
"Oh fuuuuck," she screamed, the instant I slammed into her hard.
As I held onto her hips, fucking her as hard as I could, feeling how exhilarating it was to be in the position of a man, I demanded, "Tell me exactly what you want, my slut."
"To be fucked like the slutty teacher I am. Pound both my holes until I come like a cheap whore," she answered, as her wicked tongue and heavy breathing told me she was close.
I kept fucking her hard, and after a couple more minutes of intense, hard-core pounding, she babbled as her orgasm hit her, "Oh God, fuck, shit, so good, oh God, yes, yes, harder, Mistress, yes, yes, oh fucking shit, yessssssssss!!!"
She collapsed forward as her orgasm hit her. I leaned forward and continued my assault on her two holes even as she screamed with euphoria.
"Shit, shit, shit," she babbled, as her left hand slammed down on her bed.
I slowed down, getting a leg cramp, and eventually pulled out. My cunt burning, I decided I wanted to try this double dildo thing. I got off the bed, got out of the strap-on and grabbed the long dildo.
Ms. Martens was now lying on her back, pussy juice still leaking out of her cunt, when I returned to the bed.
I asked, "Ready for more?"
"You really are insatiable," she smiled.
"That's a very nice way of putting it," I smiled back, joining her on the bed.
She took the dildo and instructed, "Lie down."
"Are you trying to play Mistress?"
"No, Mistress," she said, shaking her head, "your pet is just trying to help you learn the best way of using this toy."
"Okay, fair enough," I nodded, lying down. She crawled between my legs with the plastic snake and began rubbing it up and down my very wet pussy lips.
"Don't tease me, slut, just shove it inside me," I demanded, by now incredibly horny. So far this had been all about her. By my own choice, of course.
She slid the wide long plastic snake into my wanton cunt deeper than any cock had ever penetrated inside me. I felt so full, and I watched as she then moved close to me and began feeding the other end into her own cunt. As she slithered closer to me, the plastic snake disappeared inside her.
As the last few inches disappeared inside her, our cunts were almost touching, and the dildo had somehow reached new depths inside me again. She then said, her tone so hot it dripped naughtiness, "Wanna fuck?"
"God, yes," I moaned, wanting to see how this strange dildo worked.
She reached for both of my hands, our fingers intertwining, and instructed, "Buck your hips forward with me on three."
"Okay," I nodded, feeling this to be the best education I'd ever received from a teacher.
"One... two... three," she counted, all the while staring me in the eyes.
I bucked my hips forward, as did she, and the dildo filled me so deeply I didn't think it could reach such depths. Our cunt lips kissed, as the entirety of the plastic cock contained inside us.
"Fuuuuck," I screamed as we started grinding our cunts together, fucking each other simultaneously, each of us feeling as if the other was shoving her massive dick into our pussy over and over again.
The act was intense, nasty and intimate, as we held hands throughout the grinding. Our moans increased with each grind, the pleasure building inside me like an inferno. After a couple minutes of wordless, sweaty lust, my orgasm was rising.
"Oh yes, fuck," I babbled, full of insatiable lust.
"Yes, Mistress," she empathized, her own breathing announcing a second orgasm was imminent for both of us.
Briefly she wasn't my pet, but my lover, as I invited, "Come with me."
"Kkkkk," she moaned, as we stared passionately into each other's eyes.
"Oh, God, so closssse," I moaned, sweat pouring down me.
"Me tooooo," she whimpered.
"Here I come," I declared and demanded with urgency, "come now, now, now!"
"Yesssssssss," we both screamed in unison as we let go of each other's hands and collapsed on our backs.
The dildo still inside us, I could feel it quivering as her orgasm pulsed through it and into me. Every orgasm is unique and pleasurable, but I'd never come as hard as I had in this moment.
We both lay there for an eternity, recovering from our orgasms. Eventually I got up, deciding to head to the Friday night party at the frat house, late as usual, "That was fun."
"That was exhausting," she said, still lying on her back, her perfect body showcased wonderfully for me.
"Remember, you'll obey me without hesitation," I added, as I started getting dressed.
"Please don't out me at school, Mistress," she requested, looking vulnerable and nervous.
"Be a good teacher pet, and your secret will remain between us," I answered, while thinking to myself, Well, between us and my other pets.
When I was finished getting dressed, I took the three plugs and some lube, she had three bottles, which made me wonder just how kinky she was, and told her, not asking, "I'm going to borrow these."
"Okay," she nodded, still lying there, not stirring.
I headed out, knowing that I planned to train all my pets to be ass submissive sluts too.
Since Ms. Martens was a dedicated first-year-out-of-college English teacher who still thought she could make a difference, I knew she always went home late.
When I walked into her classroom after cheerleading practice, as expected, I found her sitting at her desk grading papers.
"Go home, Ms. Martens, you need a social life."
She looked up and laughed, "I could say the same thing to you, Bree. It's almost six o'clock."
"Oh trust me, I have a very active social life," I countered.
"What can I do for you?" she asked, since she didn't have a response to my sexual implications.
I closed her classroom door, happy that her desk was now hidden from any passersby's view, and informed her, "Actually, I hear you have a pretty active social life too."
"Excuse me?" she questioned.
"According to the boys, you often give them some extra motivation after school," I lied, never having heard any such thing. In fact she seemed completely oblivious to all the drooling and hard-ons she caused for the majority of her male students. She was outstandingly pretty.
"That's outrageous," she said.
"I was just thinking that it's so unfair that only the boys get the extra motivation," I said, sauntering over to her. "I mean, I was pretty sure you were a lesbian." This part was actually true, although I wasn't sure why... just a hunch... an inner instinct.
Her face went red at the accusation. Aha! She was a lesbian.
"I knew it," I smiled, reaching her desk. "So I imagine you haven't had any dinner yet."
"I was just leaving," she said, getting restless and uncomfortable, but too late.
"It's okay, Ms. Martens, I brought dinner," I countered seductively, now standing directly next to her, my cunt directly in front of her face if she turned sideways, my flip-up-able cheerleading skirt the only barrier concealing my addictive taste of heaven.
She stammered, not moving, "I-I-I'm your teacher."
"And now you're my teacher pet," I countered.
"I could get fired for that," she said, not really putting up much of a fight, just delaying the inevitable.
I lifted up my skirt, revealing my perfect pussy, and offered, ever so gently, "Go ahead, Ms. Martens, I can see the hunger in your eyes."
To her credit, she didn't lean forward and submit immediately like the others had, but she also didn't look away. She said weakly, "I can't do this."
"But you want to?" I asked.
"Please go, go now." she said desperately, her voice cracking.
Deciding to play hard to get, wanting her to submit to me of her own free will, wanting to heighten the anticipation for us both, I devised a new type of seduction and submission, so I said, "Okay, but when you change your mind, I won't give you this sweet pie so easily." I dropped my skirt and began to walk out, but stopping at the door, I turned and said, "Have a great night, Ms. Martens."
Over the next week, I constantly teased her:
On Monday, I flashed my cunt from the front row while she taught, going sans underwear that day.
On Tuesday, I came in at lunch right after I'd had Carol eat me in her office, handed in my poetry assignment, touched my moist finger to her lips and asked, the scent and taste of my cum lingering even as I removed my finger, "How about a sample taste?" Before she could respond, I again left, hoping I was leaving her wanting more.
On Wednesday morning I'd masturbated, something I seldom did now that I had a few pets to get me off. I'd then wiped my cunt clean with one of my thongs and left it in her purse. Later I whispered to her at the end of class, "Submission is inevitable."
On Thursday, I had Kimberly hand her a small gift before school started: ben wa balls, with a note that I expected them to be inside her all day. After school I returned to her classroom and asked bluntly, "Did you obey, my teacher pet?"
"Bree, this is getting out of hand," she replied, avoiding the question.
"It was a yes or no question," I countered, indicating that I was annoyed.
"You told another student I was your pet?" she asked, mortified.
"No, my pet obeyed her simple instructions," I explained. "She has no idea why she gave them to you, but it's likely she assumes that I've chosen you as my next pet."
"How many pets do you have?" she asked, seeming more in awe of my prowess than mortified by my focus on her.
"You're about to be number six," I answered, as I walked up to her.
Her face went beet red. It was obvious by her expression she was battling with conflicting urges: the moral 'I'm a teacher and I need to be the adult in this situation' vs the immoral 'I'm a submissive lesbian and I'm dying to submit'.
"You still haven't answered my very simple yes or no question," I pointed out.
She went to her desk, pulled open the drawer, removed the ben wa balls and handed them to me. "I can't," she whispered, not able to look me in the eye.
I smiled as I accepted them. "Ms. Martens, may I ask you one question?"
"I guess," she answered, struggling with the temptation lingering before her.
"Is your cunt wet right now?" I asked bluntly.
"Bree!" she gasped, shocked by the question, even though the answer was obvious from the redness in her cheeks and the yearning look in her eyes.
"I'll take it, by the undeniable lust in your eyes, that that your sweet pussy is dripping wet for me," I continued, sensing that her fragile moral resistance was brittle.
"Bree, I need you to leave," she said, still not looking me in the eye.
"Look me in the eyes Ms. Martens, and tell me that twat of yours isn't sticking to your panties because they're so wet," I ordered, continuing my aggressive assault on the beautiful teacher.
She looked me in the eyes and said, her tone firm all of a sudden, "Leave now, Bree."
I smiled, not letting this brief defiance act as a deterrent, and shrugged, "Your loss, Ms. Martens." I turned and walked away again, stopping at the door. "By the way, I always get what I want. And what I want this time is my own pet teacher."
I again left and for the first time I wasn't sure I really was going to get what I wanted.
At school on Friday, I didn't do anything at all except to try and play mind games with her. That said, I could tell she was flustered and my confidence, which had briefly weakened, returned full force. I'd resolved to go for broke, but not at school.
Instead, I would leave the ball in her hands while setting her up for the opportunity to cross the line I believed she was willing to cross. After school, I walked in and told her, "Ms. Martens, I'll be at your house at precisely eight o'clock tonight. I expect to find your front door unlocked, you on your knees in your living room, and dressed in the sexiest lingerie you own."
"Bree," she said, her cheeks going ruby red. "I just can't."
"I know you want this, and you know you want this," I said. "I'm giving you one more chance to submit as my pet teacher, this time in the safety of your home. If you really don't want to submit to me and taste my perfection, then lock your door." I moved to her ear, my hot breath encroaching inside it, "But we both know that deep down you not only want this... you need it... you crave it."
Her breathing was getting heavy as I gently bit her earlobe to tug on her ear and said, "See you at eight," before I walked out, and I believed, leaving her a horny mess.
I waited outside a moment before returning and adding, noticing she still hadn't moved, "Ms. Martens, note that this is your final opportunity. If you don't obey me, then I'll know you aren't interested and I'll leave you alone; but we both know you'll obey."
I again left, pretty confident I was right, yet still a lingering doubt remained.
At eight, I pulled up in front of her house and approached to her front door. This was the moment of truth.
Am I right?
Am I as irresistible as I thought I was?
I took a breath, feeling a slight anxiety at the possibly of being rejected, the rush of seduction being such an addictive source of adrenalin that I wasn't sure what I'd do if I was wrong.
I placed my hand on the door knob and turned. A chill went up my spine and a rush of wetness dampened my pussy as the door opened easily.
I walked in, feeling exhilarated with power as I was greeted by my beautiful, sexy teacher on her knees as instructed. In a red lace bra, matching thong, garter-belt and beige stockings, she looked radiant.
I greeted her as I closed the door, "My pet deserves a reward for obeying her instructions."
I walked over to her, lifted up my skirt and offered her my pussy.
Without a word, only silent obedience, she leaned forward and licked my pussy, the invisible line of propriety finally crossed.
Every seduction is unique, every seduction is a rush, but this one was a new high, since I'd overcome a formidable resistance and a noticeable potential of rejection to add her to my growing collection of pets... plus she was a teacher, which only added to the taboo of it all.
I moaned, "That's it, my teacher pet."
It was obvious as her tongue explored my cunt that she was a very experienced pussy pleaser.
"Is my pet teacher a lesbian?" I asked, after a couple minutes of pleasure, although the affirmative answer had been practically shouted at me in her classroom when I first broached the topic.
When she didn't answer, I stepped back slightly and repeated the question, "is my pet teacher a lesbian?"
"N-n-no," she stammered, "but I'm bi."
"You eat cunt and suck cock?" I asked bluntly, a bit surprised she was bi.
"Yes," she admitted, her cheeks as red as the fiery flames of hell.
"Which do you prefer?" I asked, leaving my sweetness lingering just out of my new pet's reach.
"I like them both," she admitted.
"So if a juicy cock were here next to my cunt, which would you choose?" I asked, my finger parting my wet pussy lips mere inches from her face.
"Now that I've tasted it, yours."
"My what?" I questioned, wanting to hear her swear.
"Your vagina," she answered, staring at my cunt.
"My what?" I scoffed, as I slid a finger inside my cunt, "use big girl words."
"Your cunt, I'd like to eat your cunt some more," she admitted, desperation in her tone.
"Beg, my teacher pet," I ordered, slowly fingering myself.
Her hungry eyes never left my cunt as she begged, her desperation increasing, "Please Bree, let your pet teacher bury herself in that sweet cunt of yours."
"It's Mistress Bree when we're alone," I added to my expectations.
Without any hesitation, her desire to taste me overriding any resistance, "Yes, Mistress Bree," she nodded, still staring at my cunt.
"Such a good teacher pet," I purred, as I moved my cunt back within reach.
She eagerly buried her pretty face in my cunt and licked hungrily like a woman lost in the desert finally finding water. Maybe it was her amazing tongue, maybe it was because she was easily the most beautiful grown woman I'd ever seen in person, maybe it was that she was one of my teachers, or maybe I was just fucking horny, but after only a couple of minutes of her magical tongue I was nearing orgasm.
I moaned, as I grasped her head and held her deep into me, "I'm comiiiiing," I moaned a moment later as I coated her beautiful face with my cunt juice.
She eagerly licked my juices like it was lifesaving water, as my body trembled.
Once my orgasm had finished its glorious journey through me, I let go of her head, looked down and complimented, "You look incredibly sexy with cunt cum all over your face."
"Thank you, Mistress," she answered, still slightly embarrassed and yet already accepting her new submissive position.
"Are you wet?" I asked.
"Soaked, Mistress," she admitted.
"What toys do you have?" I queried, curious to know if her innocent exterior was hiding a slutty interior.
She blushed again, "I have a few, Mistress."
"Show me," I ordered.
She began to stand up, but I stopped her, "No. Pets crawl."
She returned to her knees and then to all fours and began crawling toward a hallway. It was easily the hottest thing I'd ever witnessed: this beautiful teacher in her hot red lingerie crawling like a dog, her amazing ass in perfect view.
Reaching her bedroom, she crawled to her bed and pulled out a long container (one made to hold wrapping paper) and opened it.
I gasped at the large assortment of toys she had. I commented, "That's quite the collection," as I bent down and asked, pulling out a long plastic dildo-looking thing with two ends, "What's this?"
"A double-ended dildo," she answered.
"How does it work?" I asked, realizing I was a sex toy novice, so far only owning a vibrator and a strap-on.
"It goes in both of our cunts and we get each other off, Mistress," she explained, the light bulb finally going on.
"Delicious," I purred. "And this is a unique strap-on," I pointed out, grabbing one that had two cocks pointing in the same direction.
"It's for double penetration, Mistress," my teacher pet explained.
My eyes went wide. "Does my teacher pet take it in the ass?" I asked, this idea one that hadn't occurred to me until that moment.
"Yes, Mistress, getting double penetrated is the way I come the hardest," the hot-enough-to-be-a-model teacher admitted.
"And these are butt plugs, I assume," I asked, as I pointed to three similarly styled black plastic pointy things.
"Yes, Mistress," she nodded.
"And what's this?" I asked, grabbing a long purple cock with a suction cup at the end.
"A wall suction cock," she revealed. As I looked at her slightly confused, she explained, "You can attach it to a wall or a headboard and then fuck yourself with it."
"Show me," I smiled, thinking tonight was going to be a long, fun night.
She took the purple wall cock, held it in her mouth like a bone, and crawled to an open spot on her wall. She put the suction cup on the wall so low it was almost floor level, tugged her thong down and backed herself onto the cock. I supposed this could also be done while standing, but she was being a good pet and remained on her knees.
The surreal submission continued to be the ultimate turn on from her crawling with a cock in her mouth, to her beginning to fuck herself, to her complete obedience, to her soft moans and facial expressions as she fucked herself while her face was still shiny with my cunt cum.
As she fucked herself, biting her lip, with her eyes closed, I got undressed, attached the double cock strap-on to myself, the idea of ass fucking her yet another new thrill.
When I was ready, hearing her moans increasing, I asked, "Does my pet teacher want to get DP'd?"
"God, yes," she moaned as she bounced solidly against the wall, taking the entire plastic cock in her cunt.
"Crawl onto the bed," I ordered, again enjoying watching her be a real teacher pet.
She obeyed and was soon on all fours, her two inviting holes poised expectantly for me. She asked, "Please use the lube in the box, Mistress."
I hadn't thought about that, being an anal virgin both giving and receiving, so I found the anal lube. I poured some on the top cock and some more down her ass crack, my own cunt wet at the anticipation of fucking her ass.
I positioned my double cock at her two inviting holes and asked again, "Does my teacher pet want to get DP'd by her student?"
"Yesss, Mistress, please fuck both my holes," she eagerly agreed, horny as hell.
I slowly pushed forward and listened to her whimpering as the toy disappeared inside her. Watching the cock slide in her ass was incredibly hot, and I knew that all my pets would soon get some ass fucking training.
Once my temporary sex organs were all the way inside her, I began slowly fucking both her holes. At first her moans were soft as she got used to having a cock in her ass, but as I continued slowly fucking her, her moans began to increase and my reserved, beautiful teacher began to get animated. "Harder, Mistress, please slam both those cocks deep in your slut."
Hearing her call herself a slut enhanced once again my enjoyment at her complete submission as I obliged her request, shifting from slow fucking to hard, our bodies slamming into each other, fucking.
"Oh fuuuuck," she screamed, the instant I slammed into her hard.
As I held onto her hips, fucking her as hard as I could, feeling how exhilarating it was to be in the position of a man, I demanded, "Tell me exactly what you want, my slut."
"To be fucked like the slutty teacher I am. Pound both my holes until I come like a cheap whore," she answered, as her wicked tongue and heavy breathing told me she was close.
I kept fucking her hard, and after a couple more minutes of intense, hard-core pounding, she babbled as her orgasm hit her, "Oh God, fuck, shit, so good, oh God, yes, yes, harder, Mistress, yes, yes, oh fucking shit, yessssssssss!!!"
She collapsed forward as her orgasm hit her. I leaned forward and continued my assault on her two holes even as she screamed with euphoria.
"Shit, shit, shit," she babbled, as her left hand slammed down on her bed.
I slowed down, getting a leg cramp, and eventually pulled out. My cunt burning, I decided I wanted to try this double dildo thing. I got off the bed, got out of the strap-on and grabbed the long dildo.
Ms. Martens was now lying on her back, pussy juice still leaking out of her cunt, when I returned to the bed.
I asked, "Ready for more?"
"You really are insatiable," she smiled.
"That's a very nice way of putting it," I smiled back, joining her on the bed.
She took the dildo and instructed, "Lie down."
"Are you trying to play Mistress?"
"No, Mistress," she said, shaking her head, "your pet is just trying to help you learn the best way of using this toy."
"Okay, fair enough," I nodded, lying down. She crawled between my legs with the plastic snake and began rubbing it up and down my very wet pussy lips.
"Don't tease me, slut, just shove it inside me," I demanded, by now incredibly horny. So far this had been all about her. By my own choice, of course.
She slid the wide long plastic snake into my wanton cunt deeper than any cock had ever penetrated inside me. I felt so full, and I watched as she then moved close to me and began feeding the other end into her own cunt. As she slithered closer to me, the plastic snake disappeared inside her.
As the last few inches disappeared inside her, our cunts were almost touching, and the dildo had somehow reached new depths inside me again. She then said, her tone so hot it dripped naughtiness, "Wanna fuck?"
"God, yes," I moaned, wanting to see how this strange dildo worked.
She reached for both of my hands, our fingers intertwining, and instructed, "Buck your hips forward with me on three."
"Okay," I nodded, feeling this to be the best education I'd ever received from a teacher.
"One... two... three," she counted, all the while staring me in the eyes.
I bucked my hips forward, as did she, and the dildo filled me so deeply I didn't think it could reach such depths. Our cunt lips kissed, as the entirety of the plastic cock contained inside us.
"Fuuuuck," I screamed as we started grinding our cunts together, fucking each other simultaneously, each of us feeling as if the other was shoving her massive dick into our pussy over and over again.
The act was intense, nasty and intimate, as we held hands throughout the grinding. Our moans increased with each grind, the pleasure building inside me like an inferno. After a couple minutes of wordless, sweaty lust, my orgasm was rising.
"Oh yes, fuck," I babbled, full of insatiable lust.
"Yes, Mistress," she empathized, her own breathing announcing a second orgasm was imminent for both of us.
Briefly she wasn't my pet, but my lover, as I invited, "Come with me."
"Kkkkk," she moaned, as we stared passionately into each other's eyes.
"Oh, God, so closssse," I moaned, sweat pouring down me.
"Me tooooo," she whimpered.
"Here I come," I declared and demanded with urgency, "come now, now, now!"
"Yesssssssss," we both screamed in unison as we let go of each other's hands and collapsed on our backs.
The dildo still inside us, I could feel it quivering as her orgasm pulsed through it and into me. Every orgasm is unique and pleasurable, but I'd never come as hard as I had in this moment.
We both lay there for an eternity, recovering from our orgasms. Eventually I got up, deciding to head to the Friday night party at the frat house, late as usual, "That was fun."
"That was exhausting," she said, still lying on her back, her perfect body showcased wonderfully for me.
"Remember, you'll obey me without hesitation," I added, as I started getting dressed.
"Please don't out me at school, Mistress," she requested, looking vulnerable and nervous.
"Be a good teacher pet, and your secret will remain between us," I answered, while thinking to myself, Well, between us and my other pets.
When I was finished getting dressed, I took the three plugs and some lube, she had three bottles, which made me wonder just how kinky she was, and told her, not asking, "I'm going to borrow these."
"Okay," she nodded, still lying there, not stirring.
I headed out, knowing that I planned to train all my pets to be ass submissive sluts too.
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