Teachers Pet
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I was very worked up waiting for Miss Morgan to call me. Her earlier attentions in her office were incredibly hot. She had me on the edge when we were so cruelly interrupted. I was wanting more that night. I dressed up cute for my darling professor. I went with my favorite dress, a short little number decorated with big sunflowers. I put on some nice dangly earrings and my little black necklace as well. My heart raced as I waited for her phone call.
My mind was clouded with questions about our relationship however. For instance, I feared people's reactions if they found out I was in a lesbian relationship. I didn't know if my friends or family would be accepting of me. It was very possible my parents would freak out over it. I really admired Miss Morgan for being so cool and open about her sexuality. Besides that, I wondered if she loved me as much as I loved her. Our relationship was mostly sexual. Was I nothing more than a play toy to her? It would crush me if that were true. My complications were interrupted by her phone call.
“Hello, do you want me to pick you up?” She asked sweetly. “That would be great, I'm all ready,” I answered. “Peachy, I'm going to head to my apartment first, then I'll come get you,” she said. I danced around my apartment after I hung up. Even though I had reservations about our romance, I felt so giddy about seeing her. I fantasized about what sort of kinky things she had planned. So far she had used handcuffs, whips, collars and leashes, a vibrator and a strap on to our love making. After so many boring boyfriends she made sex fun for me again. Miss Morgan was experienced and so far had not let me down, except when we were interrupted in her office earlier in the afternoon. I hoped she would surprise me with something special that night. I trembled from head to toe when I heard a beep outside. I rushed to my window and saw her car parked in my driveway. Her hands gripped the wheel as she watched me skip out to her car. She looked different than before. Instead of her suit , she looked very punky. She had fishnet stockings, a pleated skirt and a sexy red crop top. She had black lipstick on too, giving her a funky look that suited her well. I gazed up her strong legs, wanting to thrust my hand under her skirt and grope the tender spot between those milky thighs. I lifted my eyes to meet hers, staring deep into them before we kissed. “You look good in that dress,” she told me. “Thanks, this is my favorite dress,” I grinned. “I thought we could go to the park for awhile,” she said as she drove through town. “Yeah, it's a really nice night,” I replied, admiring her pretty feminine features in the moonlight. We went to the park where we shared our first kiss two weeks ago. It's a tranquil park that is on a cliff that over looks a point where two rivers converge. It reminds me of those romantic places you see in cheesy movies where lovers go to make out. It was late so there weren't too many people there, but I still worried about someone seeing us together. “Let's go for a walk,” she said as she shut the car off. I got out and stretched a little. It was a beautiful warm night. We walked down a little path together and talked. Along the way I felt her fingers run down my arm and grab my hand. Our fingers locked together while we strolled through the park. There was a guy walking his dog who gave us a good stare because we were two females holding hands. My palm got sweaty, nervous about more people seeing us together. Miss Morgan and I ended up on a bench and held hands. She gently carressed my hair back with her fingertips as she stared into my eyes. “You look worried,” she said. My heart was pounding. “I am,” I said meekly. I didn't really want to bring it up but I had to. “Why?” She asked compassionately. “Someone saw us here last time,” I told her. “Does that bother you?” She said with a laugh. “Yes, I don't want you to get in trouble,” I whined. “I'm not going to get fired sweetie,” She chuckled. “I know, I just don't want people to see us,” I replied. “You're not comfortable with this huh? I'm too old to hide from my sexuality Kim. I used to be like you, but I don't care what people think anymore,” she said. I nodded, she was very smart. “I know,” I answered sheepishly. “Look, I can't be with someone who has to hide all the time, I can't,” She frowned. I could tell by the look in her eye that she didn't want to hurt me. I wanted to cry though. My heart pounded as I worried she was going to end our relationship. “No, I don't want to lose you,” I whimpered. She looked at me with a compassionate frown. She took my hands into hers and squeezed them tightly. Her firm squeeze was no relief to how I felt however. She gazed into my eyes, watching my heart almost break. “Then kiss me,” she said firmly. She was giving me an ultimatum. If I didn't want to lose her I would have to start being more comfortable with our romance. I could start proving this to her by kissing her in public. She knew there was a young couple sitting on a bench nearby us. They were probably students at our university. I looked at Miss Morgan, who held my hands, hoping I would kiss her. I closed my eyes and leaned into her. She met me halfway. I touched my lips to her. Our mouths opened, our tongues darted against one another. I moaned softly and pulled her hands closer to me. She let go of them and put her hands behind my head. My heart pounded as we kissed in front of the couple. I could hear them giggle as we got hot and heavy with our make out session. I pressed my hand on her chest, groping her breasts as she gave me a couple pecks on my closed lips. I felt her hands rest on my shoulders as we stared into each other's eyes. “So does this mean you're not going to hide anymore?” She asked, pushing me to be brave. I nodded, nervous about my future. Miss Morgan was important to me though, I didn't want to be without her. “Yes. I love you,” I sighed as I put my hands around her slender waist. I was sure the young couple in that park watched me kiss my professor again. I gave her a few smooches on her lips as she groped my shoulders. “I love you too,” she squealed. I think she was excited that I kissed her with people watching. She was aroused by public displays of affection. Our relationship would be a problem if I felt I had to keep it a secret. She was very intelligent to understand this. She put her arms around me and pulled me close to her. I rubbed my hands on her back, feeling her warm breath on my neck. She sucked on my neck and gave me hicky as I rubbed her muscles. Another dog walker passed us as she sucked on my neck. He walked slowly, taking his time to catch the free show we were giving. Miss Morgan smiled at him I think. She was very turned on when we were being watched. I was embarrassed by it though. I whimpered as she pushed her hand up my dress. Her palm slowly slid up my leg and to my inner thigh. “Oh my God,” I laughed with a blushing face. “Oh stop it, you love me,” she taunted. She rubbed her hand up and down my thigh , making me get very wet and excited. I looked into her enchanting eyes as her fingers wiggled underneath my panties. I started to squirm when I felt her fingertip tickle my wet inner lips and my sensitive button. I closed my eyes as she popped her finger in me for a second and withdrew it. We kissed again and shared a big sigh of relief that our relationship wasn't over yet. “Let's head back to my car, honey,” she cooed. I squeezed her soft hand, swinging it between us as we returned to her car. I felt like I could hold my head high among the people that stared at us. I didn't blame them for looking because we did make a cute couple. I slid into the passenger seat and st with my lover for awhile. We made out with good funky dance music playing on the radio. I liked making out to music. After awhile she started to stroke my hair and grin. “Open the glove box Kim,” she said smiling. I trembled as I popped the glove compartment open. There was a nice purple vibrator in there. “Oh wow, do you always keep this in your car?” I laughed as I took it out and held it in my hands. “Only when you ride with me. Now take your panties off,” she said demandingly. “Here? Are you serious?” I said as she took the vibrator from my hands. “Yes, don't worry, no one's going to see your pussy,” she said, frustrated. “You're so evil,” I cried as I reluctantly slipped my panties off my legs. Miss Morgan leaned over me and licked her fingers. She slid her wet fingers under my dress and rubbed them along my pussy. I held my dress up as she liberally wet my sacred spot with her saliva. She worked her fingers between my lips gracefully, sending intense shivers down my spine. “Oh jeez,” I sighed as she turned the vibrator on. It hummed loudly as she leaned over me and pushed it under my dress. I touched it, putting it against my tight entrance. I spread my legs apart as we eased it into me, buzzing my inner walls delightfully. “Oh,” I moaned, leaning back in the seat as I held my dress up. The vibrator pumped in and out, buzzing deeper into me, making me tremble all over. She smiled at me and operated her toy in time with the thumping music. I closed my eyes and listened to the music, finding this incredibly hot. She worked it in and out with the rhythm of fast songs and slow songs, driving me completely wild. I pulled my dress over my tummy and started to rub my clit. I gazed her in a foggy daze as she had me on the brink of orgasm. She rolled the vibrator in wide circles as I buzzed my clit. She went clockwise and then counterclockwise, making mind blowing turns with her vibrator. I felt her wiggle the tip around inside me, touching very sensitive spots. “Ermm,” I cringed. I felt her pumping it in time with the music again. I was really squirming. She leaned over my face and kissed me. All of the stimulation brought me over the edge. I rubbed my clit and gripped the door handle. My fingers squeezed around the handle tightly as she worked her buzzer in and out. “Ahh!” I squealed. I felt my tension wash away. Then I felt her start to pull out her toy. It felt like my insides were being pulled out as she tugged it from my depths. “Ooohh,” I sighed. She set the juicy vibrator on her dashboard and embraced me. I darted my tongue around her mouth, putting my arms around her neck. She squeezed my sides and played with my tongue. “You're the best,” I cried as she wiped her toy off and put it away. She wasn't in the mood for any attention herself that night, but she graciously gave me mine. She was spectacular at giving me orgasms that was for sure. She dropped me off at my place later, where I had wonderful dreams about her as I slept. (The End...?)DISCLAIMER #2: Themes of this story revolve largely around humiliation, black mail, and voyeurism. If you are not interested in these themes, please do not read. Of course, in real life much of what is portrayed in this story is despicable, and should not be tolerated under any circumstance. Hence, why this is a story of fantasy, and should not be taken seriously. DISCLAIMER #3: While themes of the story certainly can be dark, I do try to keep things light with a certain "comic book" style....
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Hi awesome readers it's Beckyj1992 ^_^ thanks for the positive feedback on part 1 and I hope you all enjoy part two! Dinner is about as awkward as it can be as expected. Brett can feel her eyes on him....he is trying hard not to look at his student. Yes...his student that he was just fantasizing about as he made love to his wife. Wiping a bit of sweat off of his forehead " are you alright sweety?" Bella's beautiful voice bringing him back to reality he is about to give her a smile...
There were only two more weeks left in the school year, and Mary was sitting at her desk reading a magazine as her students finished the exam. She was only two weeks away from finishing her first full year as a High School math teacher. All the students in her class were seniors, and many of them would be going off to college in a few months. It wasn’t that long ago that she had been in their shoes. Mary thought back to the first day she arrived on campus. She’d loved her time in college, and...
It was funny being back in my old school, especially given that it was a Thursday evening. There was a dead feeling to the building, which wasn’t surprising as there were only twenty adults in the place, rather than 500 screaming kids. This was a school where I had only been a pupil, rather than a teacher. Things had been much simpler when I’d been a pupil. Life had been happy and carefree. I’d been lucky enough to have a great family and great friends surrounding me. And of course, I wouldn’t...
My women’s studies professor was a very popular teacher at my university. Emma Morgan was one of the younger professors and connected well with the students. I liked her classes because she was smart and engaged the students with interesting topics. I hated to miss her class, but I did one day when my car wouldn’t start. That brought me to her office for the first time. I went to apologize and see what I had missed. I knocked on her door. “Come in,” she said. I walked in and sat down facing...
It was wrong. There were no two ways about it. As a trainee teacher, any digression was liable to impact my entire career. But I couldn’t help myself. He was just that gorgeous. He wanted me and I wanted him but I should never have told him that. Never admitted to thinking about him after seeing him in the boy’s locker room, naked. It hadn’t been a big deal at the time but I’d become obsessed. I’d frigged myself over his tight teenage body twice a day for weeks and every time had been like...
Milford Boys Academy was not a typical private school. For one thing, it was incredibly isolated in a remote mountain region. Combined with its 5 year program, most students were enrolled for the duration and didn't leave school grounds in the entire curriculum period. The other thing which made the Academy different was the programs it offered; Milford Boys Academy was a School of Magic. Like most of the boys at the Academy, Brad had arrived after his powers manifested at age 16....
Eight o’clock couldn’t come soon enough for the three teachers, nor for the three college girls.Miss Logan knew that Emma would be arriving at her room any moment, as she sat on the bed in her nightdress knowing that she had on no knickers, and that as soon as Emma arrived, the nightdress would have to come off.Emma stood in the corridor outside the teacher's bedroom area and they all giggled as they knew that they were about to go in and spank once again their favourite teachers.Emma said,...
SpankingYes, okay, so I was Mrs. Miller's pet. Teachers pet. I liked her and we got along real well. And the past three years of high school i kept getting in her classes and for this final year I was her aide. It would be an easy A. Mrs. Miler was always nice to me and we talked alot. Nobody else liked her and she did not seem to like them either, but I did not care. Plus I getting all kinds of pussy from the girls, I mean tons of pussy. One of the girls I been working on invited me over to her...
You wake up your very own cat bed, on the bedroom floor next to daddy's own double bed. You're naked, apart from your tagged little collar with your name tag on it, and you're wearing a decent size plug in your tight little ass.. A plug with a long, fur tail on it... You've been sleeping well. Having some wet dreams... The room is hot enough that you can sleep comfortably naked, just like daddy does on the bed. You can feel the sticky wetness on your fingers, and you know you've touched...
You take my phone turn it off and tell me to Strip naked and put my clothes in trash bag on floor You ask if all my toys are in bag I brought I reply yes sir You hand me a eye mask and tell me to put it on then you grab my head an pull it to your lap and say suck my cock good and while you are sucking my cock, I want you to take and finger your pussy and get yourself wet for me. I do what you ask and finger my pussy while sucking your cock naked and blindfolded I don’t know where you...
Alexis Ferguson stood from the leather chair in her office suite overlookingdowntown Manhattan and placed a few papers from her large mahogany desk inthe attaché case beside her. She smoothed her ruffled Chanel suit anddeparted, making her way through the labyrinth of offices on her floor to theelevator. As a founder and senior partner in one of the city's largest firmsthe occupants of the various offices cleared a path when she passed. Afterexiting the building on Park Avenue, Alexis nodded at...
The Pink Pet 3 Day 1? I woke up the next morning from the deepest slumber I have ever had. My entire body felt exhausted but well rested. I was warm and cozy and wrapped up in the softest warmest fuzziest blankets on this heavenly bed. I moaned softly to myself as I peeked an eye open to take in the room I was in and felt the memories of last night come rushing back to me. I took a soft breath as I opened my other eye and saw the incredibly beautiful room I was in. The daylight was...
My pet Rebekah is an internet cam model. She essentially makes money just by being gorgeous and having a great personality. At first I was hesitant to tons of men whacking off to her, but in the end I'm the one who shares a bed with her so I win. However, we do have some general rules. She only shows her pussy, cums, or goes to private with my permission. This limits how much she can actually make, but she finds teasing strangers hot and it keeps me from throwing a jealously temper-tantrum, so...
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