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Hot for Teacher Ch. 02

By: MissA5



This is a continuation of a previous story, "Hot for Teacher."



Abi was a wreck. After she had left Dr. Byrnes' office a week ago, she had felt ashamed beyond belief. The one day of class she had had after that day had been riddled with embarrassed glances and unbearable tension, and she had hurried out of class as soon as Dr. Byrnes dismissed them, despite his eye contact with her that she knew meant he wanted her to stay. She'd spent days sitting in her dorm, working over what she was to do. She knew that what they had done was wrong; it could get her expelled and Byrnes fired. She knew they shouldn't be involved. But every time she thought about how he held her and made love to her, her stomach fluttered and she felt her underwear get wet.

About a week after the day that Abi and Dr. Byrnes had been together, Abi was hurrying down a corridor, late for her English lecture. She was walking fast and barely looking where she was going, and suddenly, she walked straight into someone coming the other way, also not paying attention. She didn't even look up to see who it was as she quickly bent to pick up her fallen books, muttering an apology. She suddenly felt a hand on her arm, and looked. It was a familiar hand, muscled and lined with veins, leading up to an arm. A strong, hard arm, the arm that had held her close as she had...

"Hello, Abi."

Abi snapped out of her memory and looked up. Dr. Byrnes was kneeling in front of her, smiling. 

"Um... Hi, Dr. Byrnes." Abi looked down and fumbled with her books, her face reddening. 

"Abi, you seemed very... distracted in class the other day." Her professor helped her gather up her books and stood up, looking concerned. He put his hand on her arm.

"I... uh... I'm just a little... conflicted about what happened the other day." Abi looked around the corridor, and finding it deserted, said in a low voice, "Look, Dr. Byrnes, we need to talk about this. I don't think we should be... you know."

Dr. Byrnes' face fell for half a second, but he quickly composed himself. "When will you be out of classes today?" 

"Three o'clock."

He looked at her with kind eyes. "Come see me in my office at four."

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Abi knocked on the familiar wooden door at 4:10. She would have been on time, but she had walked up to his door and back to the elevator six times before finally summoning the courage to knock. She wanted him so badly she could barely think when she was around him... but she couldn't. She couldn't be involved with her teacher. They could both get in terrible trouble. But every time she was around him, she couldn't think of anything but how he had touched her, held her...

Michael Byrnes was seated in his office, looking at papers. He couldn't concentrate. Abi had said that day that she wanted to do that again. But today she wanted to end it? He couldn't figure her out. She was so beautiful, so intelligent, so... perfect. He knew that she wasn't pushing him away because her heart told her to, she was pushing him away because her brain was making her. He wanted so badly to be with her again, to make love to her again...

When he heard the knock, he stood up and walked to the door. He opened it slowly. She was standing in the doorway, looking ashamed and turned on at the same time.

"Come in, Abi."

They walked inside, and Abi looked at the couch, shivering at the memory it held. Sensing her discomfort, Dr. Byrnes guided her to a wooden chair near his desk, and dragged his chair around the desk to sit nearer to her. 

"Abi... I want you to tell me why you don't want to be involved with me." Dr. Byrnes tried to keep a straight face, but inside he was distraught. His eyes gave him away; they were sad, even... longing.

Abi sighed and looked down, not wanting to see his hurt. "I do want to be involved with you. It's just... we can't. You're my teacher; it's wrong. What if someone found out?" 

Dr. Byrnes leaned forward and put his hand on her knee. "Abi, I understand that you'd be worried about that. But I know that I want this too much—and I know you want it too much—to let anyone find out." He looked at her. He could tell she wanted him. And he knew he wanted her. 

Abi's hand twitched under his. She loved those hands. They were the perfect reflection of the rest of him; strong, veined, hard—but kind. "I... I know. I just... I'm afraid of what could happen." She felt tears welling up in her eyes and blinked them back, remembering what had happened the last time she had cried in front of him. But one tear fell onto her cheek, drawing a slow line across her face.

Dr. Byrnes looked at her and had to comfort her, had to protect her. She looked so fragile. She looked like she needed help; needed guidance, needed... love.

"Abi," he said, standing up, urging her up too, "I'll protect you. I won't let anything happen." He wrapped his arms around her and she shrank into his chest, another tear following its sister's path down her cheek. She felt so small and delicate inside his thick arms, begging to be touched. 

Abi shuddered in his arms. She knew that she couldn't stop now, even if she wanted to. But she didn't. He had quelled her fears, and she felt safe close to him. 

"Dr. Byrnes—" she started. 

"Please... Michael. I think we're... intimate enough now that you can call me by my given name." 

Abi looked up at his face. She needed this: this protection, this safety. "Okay."

Michael put his hand under her cheek and rubbed away her tear with his calloused thumb, bending his head down. His left hand came up to mirror his right, and he kissed her closed eyes, her wet eyelashes fluttering against his lips. 

Her heart skipped a beat as he kissed her eyes. "Michael," she breathed. "How do you make me feel so...?" She couldn't find a word to use. But as he kissed her nose, then her lips, she realized. He made her feel... safe.

Michael looked down at her, his hands still cupping her face. "Why don't you come to my apartment?" It was more of a statement than a question. 

Abi nodded and wiped her face. She picked up her bag and followed him out of the office. They walked downstairs to his car and got in. He steered with his left hand and held hers with his right. He could barely keep his eyes on the road, he was so turned on. It took all he had not to pull over and take her right there. 

Abi was glad she wasn't driving. She knew that if she had been, she would have crashed long ago, because she was staring at Michael the entire time. She couldn't help it. He looked amazing sitting there. She could tell he was turned on; he kept shifting in his seat and biting his lip. She loved it.

When they arrived, he got out and helped her out, then led her upstairs. When they got to his door, he paused to unlock it. 

Abi couldn't believe this was happening. She was about to go into her professor's apartment. But she knew it was more than a bootie call. She felt something for him. He made her feel protected, even... loved. 

Michael put his key into the lock and turned. He couldn't wait to get her inside and touch her, hold her. He pushed the door open and put his hand on her back, ushering her in. He shut the door and looked at her hesitantly. "You're sure about this, Abi? I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you."

"No... I want to." She ran her fingers down his chest and stood on tiptoes to kiss him.

He nodded. "Why don't we go to the bedroom?" 

Abi followed him down the hall and into a sparsely furnished bedroom, with just a queen-sized bed, a wardrobe, a desk, and a large armchair. It was a man's room, for sure. But she didn't care what the room looked like. She cared about the man she was with, the man that then turned to her and grabbed her face, pressing his lips to hers. She reached up and held his cheek, her fingers feeling the stubble on his jaw. 

"Michael." She broke the kiss and looked up at him through her eyelashes. 

"Abi?"

"Um... I mean... Thank you for understanding. I was really scared. But I know now that you'd never betray us."

Michael didn't even answer, but just kissed her again.

Michael ran his fingers through her hair as his tongue explored her mouth and hers explored his. Their bodies melded together, touching from lips to toes. He kicked off his shoes and she slipped off her heels, their faces never breaking from each other. 

Abi moved her hands down his back, her nails scratching over his shoulders. She broke the kiss and slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. The chest she revealed seemed even more perfect than before. He was just the right shade of tan, a little bit of dark hair running from his chest down his tight abs. His hands dwarfed hers, and his body could cover her in an instant. He was such a... MAN. Abi sighed. Why couldn't they all be like this? 

She ran her fingers over the hair on his chest and pinched his nipples lightly. He breathed out hard, his head tipping back. He took off her shirt and undid the front clasp of her bra. He ran his fingers over her chest. It was perfect. They were just big enough to not be perfectly perky and untouched by gravity, but they were round and full, with dark nipples that hardened before his eyes. 

Michael ran his thumbs over her nipples and down her stomach, caressing the curve of her hips. He bent his head and kissed her neck. "I want you," he whispered, gently biting her earlobe. 

Abi let out a small moan at the words. She wanted him, too, so badly. But she could barely speak. Her heart was pounding so hard she worried that he would hear it.

He unbuttoned her jeans and she unzipped his slacks. They both kicked off their pants, leaving her in a lacy pair of boy shorts and him in a pair of tight boxer briefs that were very obviously strained. She cupped him through the fabric and squeezed lightly, flashing back to the pleasure his cock had given her a few days ago. She shuddered. 

Michael moaned and bucked up against her hand. She was some kind of sex goddess, he was sure of it. But he couldn't figure it out. She seemed to know exactly where to touch him, and how to do it... yet she seemed so innocent and so... fragile. 

He wrapped his arm around her back, then reached out and slipped his hand into her panties, finding her already soaked. She mirrored his movements, her hand on his cock, writhing against him as he found her clit. Their mouths remained glued together as they rubbed each other, both of them moaning into the other's mouth. 

Michael removed his hand from her wet clit and peeled his mouth off hers. She moaned in protest, but he took her hand and led her to his bed. He stopped just short of it and turned around. He looked at her with desire in his eyes and grabbed her around the waist. She squealed. "Hey! What are you—"

But he set her on the bed before she could finish. She gazed up at him through her eyelashes. His body was perfect—toned, manly, and strong. His cock strained at his boxer briefs, threatening to break free. 

Michael looked down at Abi. She was so beautiful. She was perfectly proportioned, her ample curves perfectly balanced. She looked amazing lying there, her long, curly brown hair splayed across the pillow, her blue eyes looking expectantly up at him. He could see the wetness on the fabric of her panties.

He lay below her, between her legs, and pressed his thumb into her clit through the fabric. She moaned. "Oh my g—" Her voice caught in her throat. "... Oh my god, Michael..." 

He looked up and saw the pleasure contorting her face. It turned him on immensely to know that he was making her feel good enough to voice her pleasure. "I'm glad you like that," he said with a smirk.

Michael reached higher and slipped his fingers over the top of the fabric, pulling it down and off of her. She spread her legs expectantly, and he traced a finger over her clit, teasing her. "Please, Michael... I need..." Her eyes pleaded with him. 

She didn't have to finish for him to know what it was she needed. Michael placed his arm around the small of Abi's back and lowered his mouth to her clit. He licked her, lightly at first. "Harder..." she breathed. 

He pressed his tongue onto her, moving it back and forth until she started to buck her hips. "Yes, Michael... Oh, my god..." 

After a few minutes, he could tell she was close. Her breathing was shallow and hard, and she couldn't seem to form coherent sentences anymore, only disjointed words punctuated by moans. He slipped three fingers inside her and she gasped. He bent them up and pressed her G-spot. 

"Oh! Yes... yes... please... more!" She was nearly screaming now, as his fingers moved in and out of her and his lips sucked hard on her clit. "Oh my god, don't stop, Michael, please, more, YES!"

He shoved his fingers up to hit her G-spot once more, pressed his lips as hard as he could into her, and held tight around her waist. 

"Fuck, yes!" she screamed. "OH! Oh my GOD, MICHAEL!" Her body shook uncontrollably and her face contorted as waves of pleasure rolled over her. Michael tried to hold her steady as she came down from her climax. When she had stopped shaking and was no longer moaning, he pressed around her clit the tip of his finger, careful not to over-stimulate her. 

She collapsed on the bed, breathing hard. He lay down beside her and held the back of her head as he kissed her.

"You are... a god among men," she said, smiling. He laughed. 

"I know," he said with a smirk.

"Alright, now it's my turn, or I won't ever get up," Abi said with a smile. She kissed him passionately, running her fingers through his hair and over his shoulders. She made her way down and cupped his cock, still straining to get out of its confines. 

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" she asked, smirking. "Looks like someone likes receiving AND giving."

Michael moaned at her touch. "I just...oh... I love to make you feel good."

"Well now I get to make YOU feel good." She grabbed his hand and tugged at it to get him off the bed. He stood up and she sunk down to her knees. She took hold of the waistband of his briefs with her teeth and pulled them down, his cock springing out, fully hard. 

Abi licked him from base to tip slowly, and he breathed out hard, trying to keep his composure. "Abi... You're amazing." 

She moved her lips slowly up and down his cock, teasing his tip with her tongue. "Michael," She said, popping him from her mouth, "I'm glad we decided to do this."

He ran his fingers through her brown hair and bent down to kiss her. "Me too, Abi." He began to pull her up to a standing position, but she protested.

"Hey! I'm not done yet!" She winked. "Not even close."

She knelt down again and took one of Michael's balls into her mouth, rolling it over her tongue, while she stroked his cock up and down. He moaned and bucked into her hand. She brought her mouth to his head and sucked on it, then grabbed his ass and pushed him deep into her mouth. 

Michael felt his cock hit the back of her throat and groaned loudly. Abi pulled him out of her mouth after a minute and looked into his eyes.

"I want you to come for me." 

Michael almost came right there. As she took him into her mouth again he thought he would explode. A beautiful woman was deep-throating his cock... and she wanted him to come in her mouth. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. She continued to push him into her mouth as she dug her nails into his ass. 

He could feel himself getting close, but hesitated. "Abi..." he said breathlessly. "Are you sure? I know most girls have a problem with that..." 

Abi looked up at him. "Absolutely." 

She grabbed his ass and shoved him into her mouth. He barely fit, but she took him all, and the tightness of her throat squeezed his cock. Michael moaned her name and felt his balls tighten. Abi felt it too and wrapped her arms around him, shoving his cock as deep as it would go. 

He groaned loudly. "Uuughh... Oh my god... Fuck... Yes, yes, yes... FUCK! I'm coming!"

He felt himself shoot down her throat, over and over. He could see her straining to swallow it all. Finally, the waves of his orgasm subsided and he moaned once more as she slowly pulled him from her mouth. 

"Oh my god, Abi. Oh my god." 

She looked up and giggled. "I've always wanted to do that. It's so hot to think that I can make you come just from sucking you off."

"No complaints here," Michael said as he collapsed on the bed. "Thank you."

"No problem," she smiled. 

She climbed into bed and lay on top of him. "I'm not done with you yet," Abi said. She pressed her lips to his and ran her hands over his sides. She kissed down his neck and licked his collarbone. Her tongue was smoldering on his skin and he breathed out hard.

After a few minutes of rocking together, Michael ran his hands over Abi's back and reached down to grab her ass. Her clit rubbed against his cock and she moaned. Reaching down to rub his cock, she found it already hard. "Michael," Abi said, looking into his eyes, "I need this inside me."

Michael growled and flipped her over in an instant. She spread her legs and he kneeled between her legs. He wrapped his hand around his cock and rubbed the head on her clit. She writhed beneath him.

"Please, Michael. I need it." She looked at him. He could see the pleading in her eyes. "Please."

Michael placed the head of his cock at her entrance and pushed in quickly. He moaned and closed his eyes, throwing his head back. Abi gasped and rubbed into him. Michael pulled all the way out and entered her again, eliciting a louder moan from her. He began to slowly move in and out, pulling her hips into him. Abi ran her hands over his hips, reaching to grab his ass. She spread her legs and pushed him as far as he could go inside her. 

Michael moaned. She was so tight. Every once in a while she would clench her muscles around him, making his cock pulse. He looked down at her face. It was contorted in pleasure, making it even hotter than usual. That he dwarfed her small body reminded him of how much he loved to hold her, to protect her. 

Abi looked at Michael. She noticed that every time he pushed as deep as he could, he would push his bottom lip out and shut his eyes tightly. She loved that face. When he moaned, it was a deep growl from his stomach. It turned her on so much to hear him; it proved that she was making him feel so good that he couldn't control himself. 

Abi took one hand off his ass and grabbed his hand. She brought it to her clit and pushed his fingers into it, showing him exactly how she wanted to be touched. When she removed her hand from his, he rubbed her in the circles she had demonstrated, while thrusting faster. She moaned from all the pleasure, raking her fingernails down his rippled back. 

Michael began to thrust harder and faster as he felt himself getting closer. Abi moaned at the friction on her clit and how full she felt.

"Hold me... Michael..." she gasped.

He rocked back and raised her up with him so that they were both sitting up with her on top of him, his arms wrapped around her back. 

He thrust up into her and moaned as she leaned against him and sucked the sensitive skin on his neck. The friction on Abi's clit was too great. She wrapped her arms under his and her nails dug into his skin as the waves of her orgasm hit her. 

"Oh... OH! Yes, Michael, yes! Don't stop! UHHHH!" She screamed into his neck and shook uncontrollably in his arms.

Her clenching and her screams set him off. He squeezed his arms around her as he felt his balls tighten. He came inside her, shooting over and over into her. He moaned uncontrollably. 

"Fuck, Abi! Oh my GOD! Uhhhh!" 

Suddenly he shoved his lips to hers, moaning into her mouth, and they kissed as they both rode the waves of their orgasms. 

After they settled, he stayed inside her, slowly rocking, still kissing. She laid her head on his shoulder, breathing hard. 


Hot for Teacher Ch. 02



Author's note:

These stories are based on my personal fantasies. Jay and Elle are real people, though their names and the sexual nature of their relationship is not (not that Elle's never thought about it... ;-) and I DID catch "Jay" looking me... I mean Elle... up and down).

For the record, I am a woman and I don't condone violence against women; with that said, this is simply, as I stated before, a fantasy.

I welcome feedback, ratings and comments!

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I could feel their eyes boring into me as I stared steadfastly at my notes in front of me, scribbling words furiously as I heard them but scarcely paying attention to what I was writing. My tell-tale blush was creeping up my neck and into my cheeks. It was Monday... we had gotten our grades back on our first summer assignment, and I had miraculously gotten a 100, despite being too distracted, nervous and worried in light of recent events to put very much effort into it. Jay had handed it to me over my head as I sat, squeezing my shoulder firmly and telling me "good job," in his offhand way. Casual and charming as always, he had then proceeded to lecture as if nothing had happened between us. I looked up for a second and caught the eye of one of my classmates, Maria. She was watching me questioningly, her forehead wrinkled in concern.

"Are you okay?" She mouthed to me, wordlessly. I nodded, biting my lip, and re-dedicated myself to note-taking, trying to ignore her probing stare. I knew it was only a matter of time before someone found out... before both Jay's life and my own life would be ruined. After a torturous hour and twenty minutes, Jay glanced at the clock on the wall and announced that he was dismissing us ten minutes early. Relieved at least not to have to see him anymore, I packed my things and hurriedly tried to leave before my classmates could question me. As they were gathering their things and chatting animatedly amongst themselves, Jay shot me a meaningful look.

"Elle, I need to speak with you in my office..."

I nodded with as much composure as I could, dreading being in that office again. I could feel my face positively burning, and I felt like I would die of humiliation. I saw some of my classmates look at me curiously as I followed him out the door, head hung in shame. I prayed that they would attribute my mood to a bad grade, or some other seemingly trivial issue.

Once in his office, with the door slightly ajar, he sat in his chair and I sat across from him. Fleetingly, I remembered the feel of his warm, rough hands on my body, and I shivered. He didn't seem to notice. Nervously watching the slightly open door, he leaned toward me and started speaking in a calm, low voice. I looked at him curiously; he was holding my assignment in his hand.

"You're probably wondering a few things right now," he said as calmly as if he was discussing the weather. "First, I always leave my door open when I'm discussing things with female students--"

"You mean whenever you're discussing things with students?" I interrupted him. After all, it wasn't as if there were any male students.

"Yes," he conceded, smiling slightly. "I just feel that it places me above suspicion if anyone can look in and see that I'm not doing anything wrong."

I choked back a laugh and placed my hand over my mouth to hide my incredulity. He waited patiently for me to regain composure.

"...And I'm using your paper, here, so that should anyone walk by and see us talking, they'll think that I'm just discussing your grade."

I nodded slowly. It made sense, but it still all seemed like a bit of a joke to me, now. I looked up at his face, and saw that his eyes were hungrily eying my body, but he looked away when he saw that I was watching him. Another involuntary shiver trickled down my spine. I nervously tugged at the bottom of my shirt to straighten it while clearing my throat. He shook his head, straightened in his seat and loosened his striped, red tie. Leaning forward again and pretending to be looking over my assignment, he said in a slightly louder, clearer voice, "Elle, you've really got to pull it together."

Startled, I looked at him curiously. He looked at me meaningfully as he had at the end of class. It dawned on me what he was trying to do.

"I know, Dr. Williams," I said, carefully. I tried to return the same meaningful look to him, "I'm really trying my hardest."

He eyed me with those steely blue eyes for several moments, and I could not guess the thoughts beyond his expression. Finally he sighed.

"I know you're trying. but it's simply not good enough... your... grade in this class and your career, in general, are at stake. Not to mention how poorly this might reflect on me..."

I looked away from him, unsure of how I felt. I focused on a drawing of a dog that one of his children had made for him. He continued.

"Before this gets out of hand, let me suggest something. Let's pretend that... this assignment... never happened, and start over new. I think it would be best to forget this."

Taken aback, slightly, I recoiled. A strange emotion akin to grief was overwhelming me. I profoundly regretted what I had done, but I could not deny that he had a hold on me. Despite the gut-wrenching knowledge that I was now a home-wrecker, I still desperately wanted more. If nothing else, I needed some kind of closure from all of this-- I couldn't just sweep it under the rug.

"Sometimes it's hard for me to forget when... I do this badly," I said in a shaky voice. I looked up at him imploringly with my green eyes, but he did not return my gaze. He loosened his tie a bit more, clearly uncomfortable.

"Elle, all that I can say to you is that this kind of thing has to stop, or you won't be able to stay in this program any longer."

He directed one last meaningful look my way, eyebrows arched, waiting expectantly for my reply. I nodded, fighting back tears. He sat there awkwardly for a moment as I struggled with my emotions, and then turned in his seat to face his computer. Realizing that the discussion, like our brief affair, was over, I stood, turned, and mumbled a quiet goodbye before leaving. He didn't even look up.

I trudged to my next class, wishing that I could just go home, curl up into a ball, and sleep off my misery. I sunk into my seat and buried my face in my hands, trying to pull it together. I felt a gentle tap on my arm and looked up to see Maria standing there.

"What happened?" she asked me, concern etched within the lines of her face. "Was it the assignment?"

Numbly, I nodded, reflecting on the conversation I had just had with Jay. It certainly was "the assignment."

"Elle, it's really not a big deal," Naomi, a girl sitting next to me said, "it's worth like 5% of our overall grade. I didn't do so great on it, either."

"Neither did I!" Maria said. "I don't think any of us did..."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself to smile at them, pretending to be grateful. Little did they know, this made me feel even worse. Did he think that he could simply give me a good grade, pat me on the back, and send me on my way? How could I have deluded myself into thinking that what had happened between us was more than just sex?

The professor entered the room and soon she was lecturing. I took notes and did my best to pay attention, frequently getting lost in my thoughts, hoping that lecture would be over quickly. At least this was my last class today. After I had given up the notion that I was actually going to absorb any of the information being presented, I started to doodle on the margins of my notes. I was snapped back to reality as I noticed that everyone was standing up with their bags and changing seats. I groaned, audibly, before I could catch myself. I saw Maria, across from me, beckoning me over. Picking up my things, I crossed the room and sat down next to her.

"Um, what are we doing?" I asked her, setting my notebook on the desk.

"We're going to read some case studies and try to differentially diagnose these disorders," she explained. Then, noticing me scrambling to retrieve my book from my bag, she added, "It's on page 363."

"Oh, okay, thanks," I said. At least this would get my mind off of my troubles. I opened my notebook and fished for a pen out of my bag. When I looked at my notebook again, I saw that I had left my graded assignment from Jay's class tucked into the front. My 100%, in bright red numbers, was clearly displayed at the top. My eyes flashed to Maria as I tried to hastily flip to a blank page, but she was staring at the place where my grade had been. I could feel panic rising in my chest. I would have to think of some other excuse for my morose disposition.

Maria shook her head and plastered a smile onto her lips.

"Forgive me for looking," she said, "but I thought you said you got a bad grade on Jay's assignment."

My mind raced for a lie.

"Yeah, I know," I stammered, "I kind of lied. I'm just upset because... I was having trouble following the lecture earlier..."

It was a lame excuse, but I looked at her hopefully to see if she had bought it. She looked suspicious.

"Oh," she said simply, turning to her book and starting to write. "I don't know that I'd get all that upset over something so small."

"Yeah... maybe I'm just kind of tired, too."

She looked at me with an arched eyebrow, but graciously let the subject drop. I breathed a silent sigh of relief, and we spent the rest of the class period differentially diagnosing. I was thankful when it was over.

Forty minutes later, after standing shoved between five other people on a crowded bus, I arrived at my apartment door. I unlocked it, slipped inside, threw my things down and collapsed onto my couch. My fiance was not home, and wouldn't be for several weeks, so I was alone. I was becoming accustomed to being alone, since he had previously been traveling every week for several days. When he had called me from Denver to tell me that he would have to stay for another few weeks without coming home at all, we had gotten into a serious argument about our future together. I didn't want to be with a man who was never there... and I could hardly bare speaking with him after what had happened with Jay. Needless to say, I was not expecting any calls from him, or any human contact at all.

Stewing in my own misery, I gradually fell asleep. I awoke with a start at 11:00 pm as my cell phone buzzed and vibrated in my jacket pocket. It was pitch black in the apartment. I fumbled to get my phone and quickly flipped it open, hoping that it wasn't my fiance.

"Hello?" I groggily spoke into the phone. There was a pause.

"Elle..." My heart stopped and my breath caught in my throat... it was Jay.

"Jay?" I said, standing and running my hang along the wall in search of the light switch. I flicked it on and my eyes burned with the sudden change. How did he know my cell phone number? I was aware that I should have felt creeped out, but instead I felt elated.

"Yes, it's me. Listen, I got your number from your contact information from your application... it was on file. I hope that you don't mind..."

Confused, but suddenly feeling warmth spreading throughout my limbs and a small smile spreading across my lips I said, "No, I don't mind..."

It was then that I remembered Maria, and fear gripped my heart. Was that why he was calling me? Had she said something?

"That's great..." he said. There was a long pause while I waited with baited breath for him to explain why he had called. "I just wanted to talk to you more about what happened today. I sensed that you were not happy with the outcome."

I breathed in and out slowly, deciding that I wouldn't mention my encounter with Maria unless he asked about it.

"No, I wasn't, Jay," I said, speaking the truth plainly. "I know that what we did was wrong, but... I can't stop thinking about how good it felt, being with you."

He sighed quietly and said, "I've been thinking about you, too... mostly about your body... those perky tits and perfect ass... it made it difficult to concentrate today during lecture."

My eyes widened in shock, at his brazenly sexual remarks.

"Jay!" I exclaimed, "Isn't your wife there?!" There was a pause, and I heard some shuffling on his end. It sounded like a door clicked.

"She's sleeping," he explained in a hushed voice. We got into an argument, she took a Valium and passed out." I desperately wanted to know why they had fought, but I felt like it wasn't my place to know. I worried, though, that I had been the cause of the argument...

"What about your kids?" I asked, once again, my guilt eating away at my conscience.

"They're upstairs-- I'm in my garage." I pictured him huddled secretively in his garage, stealing furtive glances at the door to the house with every little noise. The whole situation made me feel sick.

I searched for something to say, but the words stuck in my throat. I was worried that his wife or children would wake up at any second, and then they would know about me... and what I'd done to their family.

"How about you send me something," he slowly suggested into the silence. "You know... something for me to look at..."

I gasped at the implication.

"I'm not sending an elicit picture of myself to one of my professors! What about your speech earlier today about how we could both be ruined?"

He paused before answering. "So you're saying that you want this... thing... with us to be over, for good."

My throat constricted and I found it difficult to speak or breathe. I thought of the way he had looked at me with those hungry, blue eyes, and the outpouring of emotions and sensations that he had awakened in me.

"That's not what I'm saying," I choked. "I just don't want--"

"You already slept with me, is this really any worse?" he cut me off, his words cutting me like a knife.

Disgusted and a little hurt, I replied, "I'm not doing it. That kind of thing could fall into the wrong hands."

"You're being ridiculous," he spoke with a quietly seething rage into the phone. "Will you at least tell me what you're wearing?"

I sighed, not liking the way that this phone call was going. He seemed so moody and unpredictable... He had effectively ended things with me earlier. Much as I disliked that, the rage in his tone now frightened me. The intense physical pleasure, while wonderful, was not worth the guilt and fear that I was now feeling.

"I fell asleep in my clothes. Honestly, Jay, I just want to go back to sleep."

He exhaled sharply and said coldly, "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow," then hung up the phone. My head and heart pounding, I closed my phone and set it on my desk. I changed quickly from my jeans and t-shirt into a thin, white tank top and short, cotton shorts; the heat was an oppressive 75 degrees, even this late at night. I brushed my teeth, rinsed, and walked to my bedroom, pausing in front of my mirror. I scolded myself for wondering what Jay would think if he could see my long, bare legs in these flimsy shorts, and my nipples darkly outlined through my thin, white shirt. I turned off the light and crawled into my bed, though I knew that falling back asleep would be next to impossible.

*****

Several hours later, I was lying in my bed and staring at the ceiling, conflicting emotions raging within my mind. There was the crushing, omnipresent guilt of ruining both his family and my own relationship. There was also the dawning fear that I had stumbled into some very deep waters with this erratic, unpredictable man, and I wasn't entirely sure how to swim back to safety. Then, there was Maria and her growing suspicions about me, which threatened to destroy my future as well as Jay's career. The last, most frustrating emotion, was my unspeakable attraction to him. While I fumed, I hardly noticed that I was lightly and lazily tracing my fingers along the contours of my breasts. My nipples hardened and I sighed. I envisioned how he had slowly looked me up and down, and felt moisture in my panties. Turning on my side, I tried to push all thoughts of Jay from my mind, but it was no use. Flipping onto my back again and sighing loudly, I wiggled my shorts down my legs and kicked them to the bottom of my bed. I continued to trace circles around my tits, my hips rising involuntarily as I moaned, quietly. It had felt so amazing when his hands had been all over my body, grasping, groping and roughly bending me to his will. My fiance was the only other man that I'd ever slept with, and he was only ever gentle and tender. Sometimes I craved a rougher touch-- I wanted to feel like a woman, but I needed him to be a man. I pretended that Jay's hands were on my body, and moaned a bit louder as my fingers snaked through my lacy panties toward my dripping wet pussy. I circled my clitoris, my hips now rocking and swaying, my breasts heaving as I breathed heavily. With a loud moan of ecstasy, I shoved a finger into my pussy while rubbing my clit with my thumb. All of my worries and emotions seemed to melt away as I pretended that it was his cock deep inside of me, fucking me hard, using me. I screamed as a powerful orgasm shook me, leaving me quivering and exhausted. Bemused, I wondered if my apartment neighbors had heard me pleasuring myself, but I wasn't worried. I fell asleep almost instantly, nude and twisted in my sheets and blankets.

I dreamed of Jay that night...

*****

The next morning as I was walking down the hall from my apartment, the property manager, whose apartment was on the other side of my bedroom wall, smiled and winked at me. More than a little embarrassed, I rushed out the door, down the steps, and to my car without a word.

Once at school, I sat at my seat and tried to make idle conversation with the other girls, mainly to appear normal. Maria was unusually quiet, but I pretended not to notice. I was relieved not to have a class taught by Jay today and hoped that I wouldn't have to see him at all. I almost wished that he really had just ended things instead of calling me in the middle of the night and demanding degrading photos of me.

Class went by quickly, and my mood was lighter since I had spent a whole hour and a half thinking about other things, so I stood talking with one classmate, Hayley, after the professor had left.

"What are you up to tonight?" I asked her while packing up my things.

"Ugh, I have clinic now," she sighed. She clutched at her stomach, and for the first time, I noticed how pale she was.

"Hayley, are you feeling okay?" I asked, worried about my friend.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, waving her hand aside. "I mean... I was puking all last night, but I feel a little better today...I only puked once, this morning"

"Puking?" I asked incredulously. "You're NOT fine... you should go home!"

She sighed, longingly looking out the window toward her car.

"I really want to, but I have clinic and I don't have anyone to cover for me..."

She looked so sick that I seriously doubted she would be able to make it through the whole three hours she was scheduled to be in clinic for without puking again. I looked at my clothes and decided that they weren't so bad-- I had a white, cotton skirt on that reached my mid-thigh, simple black flats, and a black, short-sleeved button-up shirt.

"I'll cover for you!" I offered. Her gratitude was immediately visible on her face.

"Are you sure?" she asked, clearly wanting to leave, but feeling guilty.

"Yeah, no problem," I assured her. Maria had been quietly listening to our conversation from across the room.

"You work with Jay today, right?" she asked Hayley, piping in unexpectedly. Hayley nodded, and I froze, staring at her and feeling a bit sick myself. She was gathering her things up, getting ready to go. I couldn't really back out, now... Hayley thanked me and left. I realized that the other girls had all left except for Maria and myself. We stood awkwardly in silence for a few moments before I turned to leave.




Hot for Teacher Ch. 02



"Elle, wait," she called. I stopped and turned, releasing my hand from the door handle. I waited for her to say something as she looked around to make sure no one else was there. Whatever she had to say, it seemed like she didn't want other people to hear. "I've noticed that you've been a bit off since Friday, and yesterday in Jay's class you seemed really... on edge."

I shrugged nervously, worried where she was going with this.

"I'm also more than a little bit curious about why you lied about your grade," she continued. "I understand that you didn't want everyone to feel badly that you'd gotten a good grade when we all failed, but you seemed really sad. I also noticed the way your face went pale when I mentioned that you'd be in clinic with Jay today..." She let her voice trail off, and watched me, waiting for me to respond.

"What are you saying, Maria?" I asked calmly, though I felt anything but calm. Suddenly she sighed, her eyebrows knitting together as she prepared to say what was on her mind.

"I don't know how to ask this..." she said slowly, and I braced myself. "But... did Jay... DO something to you? I know that the two of you have clinic alone on Thursday nights, and it seems like all of this has been happening since then."

I backed away, nervously, trying to sound nonchalant.Panic was rising up in my chest.

"Oh my gosh," I said, feeling myself getting warmer. "No, it's nothing like that... I've just felt a little bit down with... um... Andrew being out of town and all."

Understanding and embarrassment washed over her face and she nodded. "Oh, you poor thing! I'm so sorry! I forgot completely that he's been away..."

I laughed nervously, relieved that she seemed to accept this lie.

"It's okay, I understand that I've been acting strangely." I said. Maria looked thoroughly ashamed of herself for suggesting that one of our professors had behaved inappropriately toward a student, and quickly tossed her bookbag onto her shoulders. She apologized again, and quickly left the room. I glanced at the clock and decided that I might as well head down to the clinic and start looking over my case files.

******

"Mr. Martins canceled," Jay announced. I jumped at the sound of his voice, suddenly very near to me. I had been intently reading through the file and listening to my iPod. I looked at the schedule and realized that Mr. Martins' appointment was the only appointment on the schedule. At least I wouldn't have to conduct an evaluation with Jay, still stiff and angry, lurking over my shoulder every step of the way. I was about ready to collect my things to leave when I noticed Jay watching me, silently.

"What are you doing?" he asked as I was dropping my pen into my bag.

"Um... Mr. Martins was the only person on the list..."

"Well, that gives us some time to practice your hearing evaluation skills," he said. I stared at him, confused and too weary from the emotional roller coaster he had put me through to deal with his mind games.

"There are no other patients..." I started, trailing off and trying to make him understand, "... I'm only filling in for Hayley...."

"I know. And you have some things that you need to work on. Do I need to remind you that I'm the director of this clinic, and when I suggest that you work on something, it's to your advantage to do so?"

I shook my head slowly and stood to gather the papers that I would need. I frowned, puzzled.

"How am I supposed to practice?" I asked. "I don't have anyone to practice on..."

"You can use me as your patient," he explained, calmly. I was nervous about that idea, but I comforted myself with the knowledge that there was one other supervisor, Kelly, working that night. As if she knew that I had just been thinking about her, Kelly popped into the room at that precise moment, and peered around the doorway to see the clock. I was relieved that she was there, since I didn't think Jay would dare to try anything while there was another person around. I was in a big enough mess, I didn't really want to do anything with him again. She grabbed the schedule, shrugged, and turned to Jay.

"It looks like my pediatric patient is a no show today," she said to him. "Is it okay if I head out early? Jeff is getting out late tonight, so I'd like to get home and start making dinner for the kids."

Jay looked at me, a faint smile flickering on his lips, but then quickly disappearing. He was all business when he turned back to Kelly. She didn't seem to think there was anything strange about how he had looked at me... maybe she didn't even notice.

"Sure, no problem Kelly."

"Thanks so much, Jay!" she said, beaming at him in surprise. It was probably a rare day that Jay Williams let his employees leave early. She didn't wait for him to think about it twice. "I'll see you tomorrow." She smiled at me and waved, then turned to leave, and then turned back around, suddenly remembered something. "I almost forgot to tell you, Jay, Ellen called earlier."

Jay nodded and thanked her, taking his phone out of his pocket, looking at it briefly, and then putting it back. Kelly was already walking away.

It was as if the pit of my stomach had dropped out. Jay and I were suddenly alone in the clinic as the door shut behind Kelly with an air of finality.

"I'll go get settled in the chair if you want to come in and instruct me," Jay said. I sighed, not sure of what I should do. I could make a run for it, now. I dawdled while trying to decide, turning on the tympanometer and the audiometer as he sat in the booth.

"I'm waiting, Elle," he called from the booth. "Please think about your clinic grade, and how I've given you not one, but two easy breaks on grades in this past week..."

Swallowing hard, I gathered my courage, then strode as confidently as I could into the booth and sat down across from him. He motioned toward the door with a flick of his eyes, so I reluctantly stood and shut it. It was deafeningly quiet in that booth. I decided to do as he had told me to the previous day; pretend that nothing had happened between us, and I really was just practicing. I forced a shaky smile and began his case history.

"When did you first notice your hearing difficulty, Dr. Williams?" I asked.

He surveyed my face and body critically before asking, "Is that really how you start your case histories?"

He was looking at me with one brow raised in questioning disappointment.

"I... I don't... know..." I stammered quietly, getting flustered and feeling my hands start to shake.

"I'm hearing impaired, and I can't hear you, you'll have to come closer!" he shouted, obnoxiously. I jumped from the sudden change in loudness.

I stared at him blankly, wishing that I had never agreed to switch with Hayley. I wanted to leave. He must have seen the terrified, blank expression on my face, because he suddenly relaxed.

"Sorry, I'll stop. You really should practice, though... we can skip the rest of the case history."

I sighed, wondering what would happen if I left.

"Who's Ellen?" I asked, standing from my seat. His eyes narrowed as he leveled his steely gaze at me.

"My wife," he replied flatly. "She called me a few times on my phone and left me some messages... I'll talk to her when I get home."

I stared at him, realizing that I wasn't the only one who suffered from the brunt of his cruel indifference.

"Maybe it's important..." I said, disgusted by his apathy toward his wife. "Maybe someone is hurt or sick."

"Maybe..." he said, clearly indicating that he didn't want to talk about it anymore by folding his hands in his lap, and watching me expectantly. I shook my head in disbelief and turned to grab an otoscope from a shelf in the booth. I approached him with caution and gingerly grasped his earlobe, pulling it back lightly and placing the otoscope in his ear.

"You can be a little rougher than that," he said, chuckling quietly. I couldn't stand it when he laughed at me, especially when it should have been clear that I was trying to be professional. My anger at his apathy got the best of me and I tugged hard enough on his ear to cause some pain. He jumped, then shot me a look that was dripping with venom. My returning stare was challenging. He sat silently as I crossed to his other side, tripping a bit on his feet in the small, enclosed space. I was embarrassed and nervous, and I realized nervously that I could feel him staring at my ass. After the otoscopic exam, I patiently recited the process of pure tone audiometry to him as I would to a patient. I grabbed the headphones from where they hung on the wall and bent over to place them over his ears, realizing for the first time how low my shirt was. He apparently noticed, too, as he was staring blatantly down my shirt. I unthinkingly reached to my shirt with one hand, holding the headphones with my other hand. Before I could stop him, he reached up and grabbed my hand that was clutching the shirt. I didn't have enough time to react and let go, so my hand ended up clumsily ripping out the top several buttons and revealing my lacy, black bra. I gasped, dropped the headphones, and quickly closed my shirt while he stared.

He suddenly reached out with both arms and pulled me on top of him. As before, in his office, I was helpless against his strength, despite that I struggled. He was planting wet kisses along my neck while holding me tightly too him. I strained against his arms, kicking wildly at the air with my legs. I accidentally kicked the otoscope off a table and it landed on the floor with a dull thud.

"If you break my equipment, you'll have to pay for it," he murmured threateningly in my ear. Grabbing a hold of either side of my shirt while I fought to push his hands away, he ripped the rest of my shirt open. Black buttons burst off, flying in every direction and clattering on the hard surfaces that they landed on. Hoping to catch him off guard, I turned quickly toward him, twisted my arm away from him and slapped him as hard as I could across his face. His head turned a bit with the blow, and he was startled enough that he released his grip for a moment that was just long enough for me to squirm away from him. I stood and then stumbled toward the heavy booth door. I tried to pull it open, but it was suctioned shut. While I struggled, he stood and grabbed me again. He clasped me roughly by the neck and stomach, his blue eyes filled with a malicious gleam.

"You slapped me, you fucking bitch," he spat loudly, flecks of his saliva dripping on the back of my neck. I was panicking now, and having trouble breathing, clawing desperately at his arm that held my neck with my fingernails. He winced as my nails dug into his flesh, but he didn't let go.

"You were right," I gasped, struggling in vain to break free. "We should just end this..." I regretted not just letting this whole thing drop after our discussion in his office. I was terrified for more than my reputation now as my struggles grew weaker. I was starting to feel tingly and numb...

"End it?!" he asked with a mirthless laugh. "You made it clear how badly you wanted me, you whore. There's no going back now." He finally relaxed his hold on my neck, startled, apparently, that he had been holding me so tightly. I gasped, choking and spluttering for air. He regained his composure quickly, threw me into the chair he had been sitting in and set to work binding my arms and legs with various cables attached to the wall behind me. I was too weak from nearly choking to make any spectacular attempts to fight back.

"W-what are you going to d-do to me?" I moaned, shaking with fright. I was secured to the chair so tightly that the cables were digging sharply into my arms, quickly cutting off my circulation. He ignored me and seemed intent on finding something.

"Where's your phone?" he asked, tearing the booth door open. "In your purse?"

Too terrified and perplexed to answer, I simply nodded. I desperately hoped that someone would happen to walk by in the hall outside of the booth. My spirits were crushed when he stalked back into the room, slamming the door back shut behind him, now holding my phone and looking maniacally delighted. He sat down across from me, smirking triumphantly at me and crossing one leg over the other. The room was quiet aside from the sound of my whimpering, his heavy breathing, and the click of the buttons on my phone as he searched for something.

His smile slowly slid off of his face with each passing minute that whatever he was looking for eluded him. I could feel my heart fluttering madly in my chest, waiting for something to happen.

"And there it is!" he suddenly exclaimed, very loudly, the maniacal smile creeping back onto his face. He turned my phone around so that I could see clearly what he had found. My mouth gaped open in horror as I realized what a horrible mistake it had been to send some horribly risque photos of myself to my fiance several months ago. How could I have forgotten to delete those? Against my will, tears started to slide down my cheeks. "I think I'll send these to myself... just in case you try to claim that I raped you."

"Are you g-going to?" I asked quietly, afraid of the answer.

He replied with a smile and a laugh, neither of which reassured me. He stood and left the room once again, the door shutting ominously behind him. I wept silently, my arms and legs aching from the cables which held me. When he returned, he looked as though he had regained his composure. He shut the door quietly behind him and I saw that he was holding something metallic in his hand. Realizing what it was, I screamed. It was a razor blade.

"That won't do you any good," he shouted over my scream. "There's no one here... it's just you, and me."

I began to weep loudly, and openly, which did not seem to have any effect on him. He approached me slowly with the blade, and I backed into the chair as far as possible.

"Sit still," he commanded. I did as I was told-- what else could I do now?-- and shut my eyes tightly, tears flowing freely down my face. He grasped the top of my skirt and I heard the soft tearing of fabric as the skirt was pulled away, revealing my matching, black, lace underwear. Next, he carefully cut off the remainder of my shirt. He pulled my bra by the connecting middle strap and sliced it deftly with one flick of the blade. The bra fell away, revealing my breasts.

His eyes grew wide and hungry as they roamed over my nearly naked body. I longed to snap my legs shut, but they were tied to either side of the chair. All of a sudden, he tenderly caressed my face, and I cringed away from his touch, disgusted.

"You really pissed me off," he said, suddenly apologetic. "I'm sorry, I can't read your goddamned mind... I tried breaking things off with you and you acted like I was breaking your heart. So I tried to rekindle things, and all of a sudden, you decided that you didn't want me anymore, after all. You're fucking with my mind..."

I didn't know what exactly to say to all of this, so I slowly and carefully responded in the most neutral tone that I could manage.

"It's okay... I'm sorry, too."

Apparently he believed that all really was alright, despite that tears were still streaming down my face. He moaned and started kissing my breasts. I felt sick as his tongue flicked across my nipples, and winced as he bit me, lightly. He reached up with one hand and began squeezing my tits roughly, sending shocks of pain through my chest. I waited anxiously for him to stop.

"Please, that hurts... can you let me out of the chair?" I asked with a hint of desperation.

"I'm sorry sweetheart," he murmured, stroking my hair with his hand while the other remained on my breast, though he had relaxed his grip. He looked at me thoughtfully, then stood up. "I can let you go, but remember that I have those pictures now... I'm not done with you yet, so don't try to run." Where would I run to in the city, alone and naked while he had my phone, with my car parked 2 miles away?

He started to loosen the cables. As my right arm was freed, I sighed, rubbing the sore, red lines that had been cut into my skin.

"What else are you going to do to me?" I asked, feeling more calm now, as he worked.

"You're going to give me what I asked you for last night," he answered. I didn't understand.

"You asked for... pictures," I said, at first unable to recall what he had asked for last night; it seemed like so long ago. "You have pictures..." I said, hoping that there was some way he would just let me go.

"Those weren't taken specially for me, though, were they?" he asked. I felt defeated. Hopefully pictures were all that he wanted... I doubted that, though, by one look at the growing bulge in his pants. "I want some further 'proof' that you came on to me, and that all of this was consensual... If, God forbid, it ever gets out."

I bit back a retort, afraid of what he would do to me if I gave him anymore attitude. When my leg was free, I rubbed it and sat in the chair for a moment. Jay waited patiently as I recuperated. I finally looked up at him, suddenly feeling self-conscious that we were both sitting here calmly and quietly, and I was almost completely nude. He thrust my phone into my lab.

"Stand up straight with your legs spread a little bit, hold your phone above your head, and put your other hand on your hip... then take a picture."

I shakily rose from the chair and moved into the position that he wanted me in, then prepared to take the picture. He stopped me before I could.

"You need to smile..."

I weakly forced a smile and took a picture.

"I guess that's good enough," he said, looking at the picture. "You don't look very happy, but I'm sure you'll warm up."

He directed me to get into other positions, each more degrading than the last. I could see his enormous erection bulging in his pants, and wondered when he would want more than pictures...

"Take off your panties," he instructed. I blinked, once again feeling self-conscious, then I did as I was told. I slid them down to my thighs, then let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them. He sat there, staring critically at every inch of my naked body. I shivered. How, despite the harsh and violent way that he had treated me, could I still be feeling the slightest bit aroused? The hunger in his eyes was clear, but even more clear was how much fun he was having making me do whatever he wanted.

He instructed me to take another picture like the first, and to take another of my ass. Then, he took out his own phone.

"Now, I want some for myself," he said, holding the phone up. "Not for evidence."

He instructed me to sit in the chair, to spread my legs apart, and to touch myself. I sat down and nervously eyed his camera. He watched me through the lens as I sat, unmoving for a few moments, nervous and ashamed. He looked up at me sharply.

"Well?" he said.

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes again.

"Please, no..." I begged softly.

"You can't tell me you've never done this before..." he said, suspiciously. "You proved in my office on Thursday night what a whore you are-- I don't imagine that there's anything you haven't done."

"Never on a camera... or in front of anyone," I muttered, my legs tightly clenched shut. He sighed, set his phone down, and crossed over to me, kneeling in front of me and looking up at me with his blue eyes.

"I know that I've been horrible to you today," he said, rubbing my thighs and my hips. He appeared genuinely concerned for me, and momentarily I relaxed. "You're so fucking sexy... and so infuriating sometimes... its really frustrating, and I let my anger get the better of me." He pulled me up and then sat in the chair, pulling me on his lap. I dabbed at my teary eyes with my fingers and he tenderly kissed my forehead. He rubbed my arms and my back in a slow, methodical motion. I found myself leaning into his touch. I was so fatigued and confused by the strong attraction that my body felt, despite my screaming mind, that I leaned toward him, letting him kiss me deeply. I felt his hardness shift in his pants underneath me.




Hot for Teacher Ch. 02



"I'd really like that picture," he said, grasping my breast lightly with one hand and teasing my nipple with his finger. I moaned softly and involuntarily-- he could send me reeling with his touch... when he wasn't threatening my life, that is. I nodded shakily, stood, and crossed to the other chair. "Would you like help getting started?" He asked, a slight, mischievous smile on his face. I frowned, because I didn't know what he meant. He crossed and got down on his knees in front of me, rubbing my legs again, and gently prying them apart with his thumbs. I resisted for a moment, but that was as long as my willpower could last against his touch. He grabbed my ass and pulled me forward gently so that my pussy, which I realized with embarrassment was dripping, was inches from his face. He licked his lips hungrily and started to lick my pussy, tracing circles around my clit as I had done to myself with my finger, thinking of him the night before. My hips, with a mind of their own, raised toward his face as I gripped the arms of the chair for support. He licked me with wider and wider circles, his tongue flicking teasingly across my clit with greater and greater pressure. In a few short moments, I was well on my way to climaxing.

"Oh, Jay..." I moaned loudly, my hips bucking. Abruptly, he stopped. "No, what are you doing?" I asked, my voice rising several octaves. He backed away several inches and removed his phone from his pocket.

"You finish," he said, watching me through the lens. I was so close to cumming that I didn't even care about the phone or the pictures anymore. I rubbed and fingered my pussy, my hips and breasts gyrating while Jay watched me intensely. I moaned and called his name, looking directly into the camera. As my fingers moved more and more rapidly and my body began to buck faster, I suddenly came while loudly shouting his name. My body was racked with pleasure, and I sat basking for several moments before being recalled to my senses.

"How was it?" he asked, the camera still on me.

"Amazing," I replied, mopping at the thin sheen of sweat on my brow. "Do you have to ask?"

"I knew it would be," he said. "Do you touch yourself a lot?"

"Sometimes." I said quietly, while lazing in the chair. Something strange came over me, and I felt the compulsion to tell him about my experience the previous night. "I actually did last night... thinking about you..."

He looked up, directly into my eyes, peeling his gaze from the screen on his phone. He had an animal look in his eyes, and I knew that he was going to take me. I didn't even want to fight anymore...

He stood, fumbling with his zipper and hastily pulling down his trousers and boxers to reveal his throbbing hard-on, which somehow was even bigger than I had remembered it.

"Turn around... get on your knees and bend over," he instructed me. I did as he asked without thinking. He shoved one finger into my wet pussy, making me moan again. He then proceeded to shove his whole cock into me, fucking me so hard that I was trying hard not to hit my head on the wall with each of his powerful strokes. I sensed that he was going to come soon, but he surprised me at the last minute, pulling out and roughly turning me around. He jerked himself off, moaning and gripping the back of my chair with his other hand. With one final moan of satisfaction, his cum splattered all over my eyelashes, cheeks, nose and lips. Some dripped off of my chin onto my breasts. I licked off what was on my lips, and after he had recovered a bit, he wiped my face and tits off with some tissues that had luckily happened to be in the booth. As he was pulling his pants up, and I was searching on the floor for my clothes that hadn't been sliced apart, I saw Jay's entire body tense. Nervously, I looked up at him, but he wasn't looking at me. He was looking through the window to the other side of the booth--

There was Maria, gaping at us in surprise.



Hot for Teacher Ch. 02



NOTE: Please read chapter one before continuing to this chapter. 

2

Jess was confused. Yesterday had been a mess - first fun, then heartbreaking - and after ignoring the fact of the matter for the rest of the day, she had last period again, and she had to sit through a class with Him. She avoided it for as long as she could, breaking her record of perfectly early attendance to enter just seconds before the bell rang to start class. 

She sat through the first half of class in a daze. She was silent, taking notes and doing work, but not raising her hand even once. Finally, as the class settled in to work on a typical quotation worksheet, Jess walked to Mr. Wales desk. She tugged at the hem of her skirt, a little anxious. 

"Mr. Wales...." she spoke quietly, not wanting to disturb the rest of the class, but grateful that they were there to avoid any argument from him or any mention of the day before. "I have something after school. It won't be done till 5. I can't do the hours." She was vague. She was lying. She just didn't want to endure any awkward tension between them.

Charles looked up from his work and regarded Jess with the most normal expression he could muster. "Oh, I see... Well, you'll just have to come in a do them when you're done with your, 'thing'. I was planning on staying late anyway, so it won't be a problem." Before she had time to object or get out of it, Charles added, "Remember, you made a commitment, and you should still come in to fulfill it."

Jess's eyes narrowed. Goddamn it, what was he trying to do? She flexed her fingers in and out of a fist briefly, out of sight of the class, and let out a slight huff. "Ok." She managed, scowling, and turned on her heel to return to her seat.

Charles went back to his papers without another word. He knew that he had made the right decision. She had said herself that it wasn't a mistake, and that she knew what she was doing. Well, if she really had total control, than this was just the opportunity that she was looking for. Besides, if she was going to tease like that, she should have to take what comes with teasing. He didn't pay much attention to the class after that, and he wished the students a good afternoon like always before finally returning his attention to Jess.

Jess was a little lost in her head as she packed up her English binder. She was a little perplexed, a little grateful, and very confused about how things might be. And what should she wear?

Charles stood up from his chair, and intercepted Jess before she could fully make it to the door. "Oh, Jess, one last thing before you go. Be sure to be back her at 5:30 for those hours. Also, bring that iPod of yours. It really helped move things along yesterday."

Jess cocked her head in confused surprise. So that cleared it up. He'd changed his mind. Well, after what he did to her, leaving her like that yesterday, he wouldn't be getting it so easily. As she walked down the hallway, her lips curled to a smirk. She may not have a plan yet, but she'd sure as hell have one by 5:30.

-

Charles had left about half an hour after school let out. He had gone home to drop off his papers, and some excess things laying around on his desk. It would be a lot nicer to not have lots of clutter on it that always gets bumped into and knocked over. In addition to dropping off, Charles also wanted to pick up a few necessities for his upcoming study session. He placed the condoms and lube in his pocket, and hung his jacket up on the doorknob. 

After preparing, he took a shower, dressing in something business casual, and ate a quick dinner. He still had about an hour to kill, so he set to work doing some actual grading before grabbing his jacket, and finally heading out the door at 5:00. He arrived at the school at 5:20 to an empty classroom, just as he had expected. 

He turned on the back lights, and unlocked the door before closing it and pulling the second chair up to his desk as he had done the previous day. He sat down in his own, reclined, and waited patiently.

-

Jess hadn't wasted her time. She'd taken a relaxing shower, of course, and gotten what she considered a 'dunch' to hold her over for a late dinner. She got rid of the depressing songs on her iPod. And she went shopping. If he wanted her to seduce him after how he'd left her yesterday, he had to see her as that sinful vision he couldn't let slip away. 

She wanted him walking the line between wanting to attack her and wanting to cover her up so she wouldn't be attacked. She would be the image of Lolita, a perfect sly nymphet. She already had most of what she needed at home, but she decided to do a little shopping for the occasion anyway.

By the time she was ready to go, she looked like a cross between a porn star and a nun. She had the mary jane heels, the quite short plaid skirt - but a politely conservative button up and cardigan. Her lips were bright pink and she sucked a lollipop, but instead of the cheesy ponytails her hair was back in dual french braids. 

Underneath she'd chosen to go conservative as well. If they got that far - which she highly doubted, given his reaction the day before - her youthful innocence would be on display in simple cotton panties and a pink polka-dot bra. Nothing overtly sexy. She smiled at herself in the mirror. She looked fresh-faced, young, and utterly forbidden.

With a grin she grabbed her iPod and headed out, zipping over to the school in no time. Luckily, she didn't meet a single teacher on her way to Mr. Wales' room. She shifted the lollipop into one cheek to free up her hand to knock, the other hand holding her purse (she'd switched to a heart-shaped one for the occasion). And then she stood there, waiting for whatever brief amount of time it would take for him to open the door.

Charles leaned on his desk, and stared at it casually, pretending to be intent on his work. "Come in, the door's not locked." He didn't glance up from his work, waiting for Jess to make the next move.

Jess opened the door, scuffing her feet in exaggerated unwillingness as she entered. She sighed heavily, the lollipop making a popping noise as she took it out of her mouth. "Okay Mr. Wales: what's my job today?" She rolled her eyes like a good little delinquent.

Charles still didn't look up, although his peripherals were telling him that he would be in for quite the show. "For starters, close the door and lock it. The keys are on the filing cabinet. Also, tack up the Lock-Down paper." He then began moving the objects on his desk over to the smaller side part, so that the main portion was free and clear of any kind of clutter, not once looking at the spectacle at the other end of the room. "When you're done with that, then, just come over and sit in a chair."

Jess's heart started to race. She felt her insides tingling as she forced herself to walk at a regular pace to the filing cabinet. Taking the keys, she tried to remain as casual as possible as she locked the door. Turning her back to Mr. Wales, she put up the paper, her heart thudding loudly in her ears. When it was up, she turned back to him. She was surprised to realize just how turned on she was, following his orders. Keeping on her bored face, she took the offered seat, crossing her arms over her chest and slumping.

Charles now looked up from his desk and turned to regard the spectacle next to him. The outfit certainly was impressive, and it awoke more than one of his best fantasies. He just wanted to jump Jess right there, but another part of him wanted to have fun with this. A lot of fun. 

"Thank you for coming Jess. I'm glad to see that you dressed up for the occasion." He took the opportunity to take a quick look over, from her perfectly braided hair, to her almost see-through top, to her skirt that showed off her sexy legs, all the way down to her cute little heels, and back up again. "Now, I just need to ask you something before we get to work. Why should I help you with your hours?"

Jess narrowed her eyes at him, shifting the lollipop to one cheek to speak, aloofly. "I made up the hours thing, Mr. Wales," she told him, rolling her eyes. "I finished those like a month ago. I just wanted to help because I find you exceedingly attractive." She shrugged, like it was no big deal.

He smiled at Jess' show. "I know that. After all, I am on the English Honor Society Council. I took the liberty of looking at your profile yesterday when I got home. As for the attractiveness part, I was pretty much already aware of that as well." He now stood up, and leaned against the other chair's armrests, his body hovering over hers. "And if I do say, you're quite the tempting one yourself."

Jess's lips curled into a smug smirk as she took the lollipop out of her mouth. She crossed her legs, casually, looking straight at him as she did the most sexual licking of a lollipop she'd ever done in her life. Nothing overtly crude - just eerily sexual. She didn't bother answering.

Charles leaned closer to Jess. "I would answer when spoken to if I were you. You don't want any of my punishments. I'm just too creative with them." He pushed himself back up to a standing position, and looked down at her for a moment before turning around. 'This is so wrong... This is so good...' "Jess, open up the bottom drawer on my desk and get out the folder sitting on top."

Jess stood, going to his desk. "I didn't find it necessary to answer, considering you hadn't actually asked a question," she pointed out, bluntly, as she pulled open the drawer. She grabbed the folder sitting on top, suddenly aware that she'd been unconsciously squeezing her legs together. She turned back to Mr. Wales, holding the folder out in one hand, the other returning the lollipop to her mouth.

Charles enjoyed the view while she bent down to open the drawer, his mind creating numerous fantasies surrounding her outfit. He took the folder from her, and generally ignored her comment that came with it. "Do you know what this folder is?" He didn't bother waiting for her to answer, and continued after opening the folder and tossing a few of the papers inside onto the desk. "This is your class folder. It's got all of the graded assignments in it that you've ever turned in in my class. Now, you might be my most active student, but that doesn't necessarily mean that you're the best. In fact, there are two or three things that you did less than well on in here." 

He closed the folder, tossed it onto the other part of his desk, and tapped the three papers on the desk: a short analytical essay on The Grapes of Wrath - C-, Vocab 2B test - C, and Character Comparison in The Great Gatsby - D+. "I thought that you'd want to raise these grades, so I came up with an idea for some extra credit." He reached out, took the lollipop out of Jess' mouth, and put in his own. "What do you say to that?"

"I say you just stole my lollipop." Jess folded her arms over her chest, cocking her hip and glaring at him in annoyance. She couldn't help but arch her back slightly, shifting her hips a bit to quiet some of the eagerness of her loins. So much for being scared. So much for having her be the seductress. He didn't realize how much trouble he'd be in if she didn't like him so damn much.

Charles loved the feeling he was getting from this pissed off teenager. She was turning him on more than Rachelle ever had. She thought that a schoolgirl uniform "objectified her". Well, this girl certainly didn't care. "I apologize. Please, feel free to take it back."

"I think I will, thankyouverymuch-" Jess stepped forward, taking the stick from between his lips and popping the sweet back in her own mouth. "Now. What's your proposal?"

Charles was getting annoyed at this girl. She teased, but was seemingly unwilling to act on it. "I suggest that if you want something from me: to help your grade, then you need to give something to me." He lifted her chin to look at him as he had done the previous day, only with different intentions today. "Can you think of anything?"

"Well, quite honestly I'm against the idea of bribing someone for grades," Jess smirked, walking her fingers up his chest, lightly, "But in your case....." When her fingers reached his collarbone, she paused. She turned on her heel, strode over to his desk, and tossed her lollipop in the trash, turning to face him again. 

"Now that that's out of the way..." Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she moved to sit on the space he'd cleared on his desk, facing him, letting her shoulders hold her weight on her palms as she sat relaxed. "Touch me," she ordered, recalling the previous afternoon.

'Now we're making some progress...' Charles moved up to Jess, and placed a hand on her thigh. He moved it up, pushing one side of her skirt even higher than it had already been. His other hand moved to her waist, and his fingers trailed over her back before coming back around front to her chest. He explored the forbidden body, desperately hoping that it would actually be his. "What else?"

Jess forced herself to stay still as he touched her, her head dropping backward as she held back a whimper, biting her lip from the inside. His question brought her back to a lust-clouded reality. She slowly righted her head. "You're the teacher," she pointed out, shifting to take her weight off of her hands and lean forward. She brought her lips to his ear, "So teach me something."

Charles was quick to comply. He dropped his hands from Jess, and stood back slightly. "Alright, today's lesson will be how to make a horny teen soak her through her panties for her teacher." He smirked, "First point: always go for erogenous zones, like the thighs." He brought his hand back to her legs, now massaging her inner thigh. "Her breasts." He brought up another hand to cup her firm and ample breast, running his fingers over the small hard nipple underneath. "And, the neck." He brought his mouth up to her throat, and began a series of bites and kisses along her jugular, down to her collar, and across to her jaw.

Jess clenched her legs, feeling the wetness seeping between her thighs as his expert hands worked on her. "A- oh-" she choked out a moan at his ministrations, attempting to bite her tongue, but she couldn't keep it in. "Augh- fuck!" She hissed between her teeth, shifting her body to try and cope with the intense arousal. She'd never actually cursed in front of him before - maybe mentioned 'damn' or 'bitch', but nothing stronger. But now she was a little past the point of caring about that.

Charles brought his mouth up along Jess' neck, and intensified the workings of his hands. His right was alternating from perky breast to perky breast, and the other was going deeper into her crotch, forcing her legs apart to permit his hand entry. He moved his lips up to hers, and gave her a quick, sweet kiss before moving them over to her ear. "Are you and your dirty mouth ready for the next lesson?"

Jess couldn't help the way her hips were squirming around on the desk any more than she could help her own breathless whine in response to his question. Her back was arching and contracting, nearly spasmodically, as she struggled to remain in control of her own actions. "Yes," she whispered, hotly, her eyes squeezing shut, "Ohhh yes, Mr. Wales," her eyes rolled back as she used his title, causing an inexplicable wave of pleasure to crash over her.

Charles let his lips trail over Jess' ear as he spoke, his right hand now having to hold up her arching back. His other hand finally made it to her panties, which had been thoroughly wetted. "Well, you sure got an A+ on that first assignment," He grinned wolfishly, then moved his hand out and undid the zipper on the side of the skirt, and began to slip it down. "Lesson two: how to properly suck your teacher's cock."

Jess squeezed her jaw and eyes shut, trying to hold back the moan that shot through her at that brief moment his hand brushed her panties. She couldn't even laugh at his comment, she was too busy shifting her hips back and forth, trying to rebalance her pleasure somehow. She lifted her knees to help him slip off the skirt, her fingers splayed on the desk behind her, trying to keep herself up.

Charles wasn't going to wait for this virgin to get ahold of her sexual urges, so he decided to give her a little push. He took his hand off of her breast, and used it to grip her braids. "Did you hear me? I know that you did." He pulled her off of the desk, and quickly undid his belt, fly, and button, while still holding her hair. "Now, you want a good grade, right?"

Jess gulped as he pulled her off of the desk, her eyelids fluttering open and closed as she froze in place, except for the minor gyration of her hips. "Yes," she whispered, breathlessly.

Charles pushed her head down, forcing her to her knees. "I believe that you mean to say, 'Yes, Mr. Wales Sir.' That is what you meant to say, right Jess?" He gave her head a slight push forward, almost bringing her face to his slightly tented pants.

Jess whined, suddenly more eager than she'd ever imagined. "Yes-" she swallowed, "Yes sir - Yes, Mr. Wales, sir." She corrected herself, her hands splaying themselves on the floor to keep her balanced where she sat on her heels.

Charles used his free hand to pull his pants down, exposing his member. He thrust it into Jess' face and pulled her up a half-inch by her braids. "Then let's go. Come on, you have to work for good grades."

Jess felt her lust slicking her legs as she leaned forward, moving her hands to take him. She felt another wave of desire wash over her as she realized how utterly filling he could be. Tentatively, she let her tongue lick over his head, kissing it gently, and running her tongue around its ridge carefully, her hand gently massaging and squeezing rhythmically.

Charles' cock was growing harder by the second, and Jess was handling it surprisingly well. He let go of her hair, deciding to let his student take the test without his help. Instead he just rubbed her shoulders, playing with the fabric, before finally grabbing each side of the button-up and pulling, ripping the first four buttons off, exposing her ample breasts.

Jess yelped a little at the surprise, but her noise was muffled by the cock she now had almost filling her mouth, her jump just pushing her farther down briefly. She began to suck in earnest, working her head up and down his shaft as she worked the base below with one hand. She was moaning almost constantly now, incredibly turned on.

Charles reached down and trailed his fingers over her amazing tits, with one hooking the front strap and tugging on it playfully. He let out a low growl at her work, incredibly turned on by her willingness and skill. "That's a good slut. Suck it dry."

Jess pulled her lips off of him, briefly, looking up with eyes of the perfect lust-tainted innocence. "Yes, Mr Wales, sir," she gasped, before returning to her task with a new vigor, her tongue stroking along the bottom of his cock as she sucked him harder, pushing herself to fit as much as she could. Her fingers just held the base of him, keeping him in place so she could thrust her mouth down on him.

Charles had to lean back against the chair behind him to keep from falling back in pleasure. Jess' skill with her tongue was amazing, and watching her go down on him with such passion was a huge turn on. After another minute of the pleasure, Charles pulled Jess away from his dick, and turned her face up towards his. "So you want my dick. Good job slut, you get another A. Now, do you want my cum?"

Jess gasped as he pulled her off, panting. At his words she let her lids close as her eyes rolled back briefly. Never could she have imagined such words coming from his mouth, and now she was the cause. "Yesss..." she moaned, turning her face up to him, eyes closed and mouth open, expectant and eager.




Hot for Teacher Ch. 02



Without a hesitation, Charles smacked Jess across the face. "You have to work for the things you want, bitch." He then grabbed her under her arms, and pulled her quickly to her feet. "You also neglected to say 'sir', which means that i'm going to have to take disciplinary action. Turn around and put your hands on the desk. Then, you're going to have to lean into me. Got that?" He didn't wait for a response, but rather gave her another smack. Softer this time, but a smack nonetheless.

Down to a mostly-opened shirt and underwear, Jess trembled with anticipation as she quickly obeyed, spreading her legs slightly as she put her hands on the desk. "Yes Mr. Wales, sir," she gasped, her face still stinging slightly, but in an oddly delicious way.

Charles reached into the pocket of his jacket, pulled out, ripped open, and put on the condom inside, spreading the lube along his shaft. He then stepped up behind Jess, his legs just on the inside of hers. To get her going, he pulled her panties up and forward, making them dig deep into her wet pussy. He then slipped them back and forth as his hand began to finger her lips. After a few more tugs, he pulled the panties down and off of Jess, displaying her wet virgin cunt. Placing his tip on her lips, he rubbed up and down as he reached around and undid her shirt.

Jess felt herself contracting with each pass of the fabric over her clit, half moaning and half whimpering, her arms shaking slightly. She bit back a gasp as he tugged down her last defense, the muscles in her back tightening in anticipation, arching her back slightly. At the pressure slipping over her lips she whined, moving to turn her head over her shoulder, in such an incapacitated state she was unsure if this was it or if he was just teasing her again.

Charles took a small step back, looked Jess in the eye, and smiled darkly. "This is for not calling me sir." He then spanked her ass. Hard. "And for every time that you disobey an order, I'll spank you. Now, for being such a good girl and doing what I said about bending over, and just being such a good little slut, here's a reward." He took the step forward, found her clit with his thumb, and plunged himself into her from behind.

Jess yelped, her head jerking forward again as his hand made contact. Just as the throb began to subside, he thrust into her. She stumbled, taken by surprise, briefly unable to breathe. She felt herself tense up, and she hissed through clenched teeth, mentally telling herself to relax as sweat began to bead on her forehead.

Charles could feel the lube mixing with her sex, making his pulses incredibly easy. Jess' tightness was something that he hadn't experienced since he had lost his own virginity 12 years ago, and it brought back some good memories. With each subsequent pump, he pushed harder, and slowly picked up his speed. He finished undoing her shirt, and he now pulled it up, forcing Jess to come up and let it slip over her arms. With it now off, her undid her bra with a quick pinch of his fingers, and let her breasts fall out of the cups.

Jess began to pant as he thrust in and out of her, her jaw alternating between locked and slack. She whimpered as he pulled her up, vaguely worried about what he'd think of her fully nude, but the thought quickly left her mind as she fell back to the desk, resting on her elbows. "Ah-" she whimpered, "O-oh god, Mr. Wa-a-ales!" she choked out with his thrusts. She wanted more, "Pu-pull my hair," she begged, bracing herself on the desk as he drilled into her thoroughly.

Charles didn't stop thrusting, but he let up to smack Jess' ass twice. "I didn't hear a sir either of those times, slut. Now, what do you want?" He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her body into his cock with every pulse.

Jess swallowed a shriek at the slaps, her arms collapsing so she had her face against the desk, but quickly corrected herself, "Puh-please sir, Mr. Wales sir - please pull my ha-air!" She pleaded, louder, her nails scrabbling for any sort of surface to latch onto, but finding nothing.

Charles reached over Jess, grabbed her braids, and pulled them firmly towards him. "How does my little slut like that?" He gave her another good smack to encourage her to respond quickly, and then went back to cupping her freed tits and rubbing her hard nipples.

Jess panted, the steady pressure pulling on her scalp pleasant to her tastes. "Th-thank you Mr. Wales sir," she moaned following the warning spank. She groaned as his hands roamed over her breasts, suddenly squeaking as she felt a shock of pleasure hit her, eliciting a keening whine as it grew more and more potent. Her pussy clenched around him, sending another jolt through her system.

Charles continued to fuck Jess, harder still now. "That's not the only thing that you want, right slut? You want to cum. I can feel you tight on my cock. But you can't yet. You have to ask me first. Now, ask me if you can cum, bitch." He dug his fingers into the soft, tender flesh they were caressing, and his feet moved farther out, spreading Jess' legs even more.

Jess growled, sweat running down her back as the wider her legs spread, the more she felt his girth. "Fuck!" She nearly screamed, her jaw clenching in exertion, "PleasesirMr.WalessirmayIcum please please please please-" she babbled, finding it harder and harder to stave off her approaching orgasm.

Charles enjoyed her pleading, and thought that she was doing a good enough job to receive a reward. He could deny her some other time. "You can cum, but you need to say my name when you do it." He then picked up his speed, thrusting into her harder and harder with every push. "Go on bitch, say it." He smacked her ass. "Say it!"

Jess screamed with pleasure as he rammed into her, her eyes rolling back as she realized one of her subconscious daydreams - "Charlie!" She shrieked, her muscles spasming tightly, his thrusts only prolonging her pleasure, "Fuck Mr. Wales - oh, god - yes - fuck yes - ohhhh," she groaned, every muscle in her body frozen stiff, "Motherfucker - yes - ohh, fuck your little slut, sir, oh god-" Her whines raised in pitch, stuttering at their height as her muscles reached the end of their strength and she collapsed in ecstasy.

Charles felt his balls tighten as she broke down into her incoherent babbling, spilling his orgasm in a powerful grunt as she folded under his power. He gave a few more slow strokes, calming their pace to a standstill, and placed his hand over her cunt, pressing his fingers to her sensitive clit, quickly but possessively, enjoying how it made her jump and whimper. 

She gasped as he drew out of her, shivering at his absence, but he stroked a hand over her back, comfortingly. "You certainly are something, Miss Langley," he murmured, a slight smirk gracing his lips.

Jess let out a weak giggle, a little giddy from pleasure. "As are you Mr. Wales," she turned her head, shooting him a look from under hooded eyes.

His cock gave a twitch at her words. "I don't think I can ever hear you say my name again without thinking of you like this," he growled, the images of their tryst already replaying themselves. He shook his head, pushing them away for now, to be enjoyed later. "Class is going to be interesting..." he mused, quietly.

Finally feeling able to move, Jess shifted to sit on his desk, reaching out to him and drawing him over to stand between her legs, her fingers playing over his arms and chest idly as she looked up into his face. "Thank you." She was sincere, and showed it as she pulled his face down to hers, repeating the same small chaste kiss she'd given him only the day before, their lips only touching briefly before she pulled away.

But Charles didn't want that. He chased after her lips, capturing them again in a warm kiss, coaxing them open to him, feeling her moan into his mouth. Once she began nibbling at his lips, trying to pull him back down, he gently pushed her away. "No more tonight, little girl." He bopped her nose with a finger, as she had before, with a slight smirk.

"Well what about tomorrow?" Jess grinned, mischievously.



Hot For Teacher Ch. 02



*The last part of the 'Hot For Teacher' story.*

Jess Harrow is an eighteen year old student at Seaview College, and is interested in no other subject than man-hunting. Tom Davies is a passionate Art teacher, who is trying not to be led astray by the entourage of young ladies pursuing him lustfully. In the last chapter, Jess and Tom got rather personal, though Tom's lack of organisation got him less than he bargained for. 

*

"Jess?" Hayley called, running down the hallway to catch up to her best friend. 

"Hey." Jess said casually. "How was Art?"

"Good. Especially with Mr Davies there, he is so hot!" Hayley replied happily. 

"I suppose." Jess said, rather off-hand. "I need to get my sports stuff out of my locker. Come with?" 

"Of course." Hayley said enthusiastically. "Do you not think Mr Davies is hot, or something?" 

"I'm kind of seeing someone." Jess shrugged, her mind drifting to the tall, handsome man waiting for her in the Art Department. 

"Ooh, do tell." Hayley giggled. 

"Damien and I are kind of back together." Jess lied. "It's nothing much, but..."

"But you're screwing him." Hayley laughed. 

"Hayley! A young lady of my stature never kisses and tells." Jess said, slapping her friend's arm lightly. 

"I should hope not, Jess." A deep voice said from behind them. 

The girls turned around to see Mr Davies, or Tom as Jess called him, standing behind them. He was causally texting on his phone, or had been until he spotted the two young ladies. He couldn't help but admire what Jess was wearing today. 

Jess had been rather disruptive in his lesson yesterday, and he had been forced to give her detention for the next day. She had acted a scene, but Tom knew that it would be no ordinary detention. And this time, he was prepared.

Jess seemed to have sensed this, and sported a pair of denim skinny jeans so tight they almost gave her cameltoe, and a vest top that didn't really cover much up. She was clearly determined to tease Tom throughout the day, and it was already working.

"Don't forget you've got detention tonight, Jess." Mr Davies said, before walking away swiftly.

"How did you get detention?" Hayley asked, as Jess took her sports kit out of her locker. 

"Oh, just messing around in his lesson." Jess replied casually, walking towards the gym. "I couldn't be bothered with him."

"I could be bothered with him." Hayley said, fluttering her eyelashes. "Any day of the week."

Jess just rolled her eyes at her friend's seduction techniques, and they made their way into the changing rooms. Jess instantly grabbed the space that she always used, and Hayley joined her. 

As Jess watched her best friend start to undress, she couldn't help but feel slightly turned on. Jess wasn't particularly into women, but even she couldn't deny that Hayley was hot. Jess shook her head, turning the other way. She quickly changed into the miniskirt and tight polo-shirt that was her sports kit. 

Upon leaving the female changing rooms, Jess spotted Mr Davies talking to the males sports teacher. She frowned, and wondered what Tom was doing there. She didn't have any more time to wander, because the very man she was lusting over came towards her. 

"Hey, Jess, you're in Mr Anderson's class, right?" Tom asked. 

"Yeah." She replied. 

"He's broke his leg, I'm going to be covering him for the next few days until they can find a replacement. I figured we would do a little basketball today." He explained. 

"Sounds great." Jess said, a sly smirk creeping across her face. "Perfect, actually." 

She walked into the Sports Hall and over to the basketball court, where a few of her friends were waiting. She talked to them quietly for a little bit. Mr Davies split the girls up into teams of four, and they set to work. 

Jess found that more often than not, Mr Davies was circling her game of basketball. She took this as an opportunity to tease him, and made sure to jump a lot. With her skirt being so short, and him being so close, this resulted in occasional glimpses of Jess's thong for Mr Davies. By the end of the game, Mr Davies was rather worked up and Jess was rather tired. They had won the game, but at what cost, Jess wondered. She quickly changed in the changing rooms, and left the sports hall before Tom could question her on it. 

At 4pm, Jess knew that it was time for her detention. She left her last lesson early, to make sure that her appearance was just perfect. She waltzed into his classroom confidently, looking around for any sign of her favourite teacher, but he was nowhere to be seen. 

"Mr Davies? Tom?" Jess called. 

Suddenly, she felt a hand clamp around her mouth, and she was pulled into the supply cupboard. She wanted to scream, but the person was too strong. 

The door to the cupboard was closed, and the light turned on. The hand around her mouth was released, and just as Jess was about to scream, she caught sight of a pair of soft brown eyes. 

"Tom." She breathed.

"Hello, Gorgeous." Tom replied, laughing slightly. 

"I thought someone was trying to kidnap me." Jess said, punching him on the arm. 

"No, just me. It's time for you to serve your detention." Tom said deeply, his voice filled with lust. 

Tom pulled Jess into him, so her back was pressed against his crotch. She could feel his dick was hard, and it turned her on greatly. Tom started to place a trail of rough kisses down her neck, making Jess shiver, until he bit her neck, when she moaned. 

"Sh, baby, we can't have someone catching us." Tom said quietly, and Jess simply nodded. 

He took Jess' top off, and she did the same for him, admiring the hard six pack that remained hidden all day. She ran her fingers down his chest as he pulled down her bra strap, freeing those breasts he simply loved to stare at. He began to roll her left nipple back and forth in his fingers, making her bite her lip to stop herself from moaning in pleasure. 

"Stop it, you'll make me scream." Jess chastised.

"You have no idea how much I want that." Tom replied. 

Jess decided that she had had enough of Tom's teasing, and her hands travelled down to his crotch, which was covered by a pair of black jeans. She cupped it in her hands, and felt it harden more. 

"Holy shit, Jess." Tom whispered. 

"Please, just fuck me." Jess whimpered, feeling another wave of excitement roll through her. 

"Patience is key, Jess." Tom replied, though he sounded like he wanted nothing more than to fulfil her wishes. 

Tom slowly started to unbuckle his jeans, and pulled them down. His erect penis was rather obvious to Jess, it was straining against his boxers. She undid her jeans also, and they carried on undressing until both were completely naked. 

Tom picked Jess up, laying her down on the spare student desk in the small cupboard. She grinned as he bent down, his face coming towards her throbbing mound. He stuck his tongue out, and slowly started to lick around her clit. Only when Jess was completely hysterical did Tom finally run his tongue over her clit. Jess let out a hushed moan as Tom began to suck on her clit. Jess could feel her orgasm building up inside her, but the waves of pleasure crashed over her before she could warn him. 

When Jess was finally coming down from her orgasm, she decided that she couldn't hold out any longer. She had to have her Art Teacher inside of her. 

"I need you inside me." Jess said firmly. "Now."

Tom, knowing that she wasn't joking, nodded. He took his very errect, 8" cock into his hand, sliding a condom on and slowly working his way into Jess. She moaned in pain and pleasure, yet Tom couldn't believe just how wet Jess was, just how wet he had made her. 

"Holy shit, you're so big." She whimpered, pulling him closer to her. 

Once Jess had adjusted to Tom, she slowly started to rock her hips back and forth, pushing Tom further and further inside of her. She could feel his cock pulsing, and she knew that he was close. The pair didn't care how much noise their moans were making, they were too lost in ecstasy. 

"Fuck, Jess, I'm going to come. " Tom breathed.

"Do it." She replied breathlessly. 

With one final thrust, Tom exploded inside Jess. They both moaned as Jess came at the same time as Tom, and they collapsed onto each other. 

"So, is this going to happen again, Mr Davies?" Jess asked innocently.

"Most Defnitely, Miss Harrow." Tom replied cheekily. 



Hot for Teacher Ch. 02



She loved this. He felt so warm and safe. His arms and legs were wrapped tightly around her, rocking her body back and forth on the bed. She didn't know what was going on, and she didn't care. All she knew was that she was feeling something for him. Not something primal as she had earlier. But something softer, more tender. She felt so safe with him. He had gone out of his way to make her feel safe, to make her know that nothing could hurt her. She couldn't help it. She barely knew him and he was her teacher. But she was falling in love with him.

Michael squeezed her tight to his body. She was so small in his arms, and he had this crazy urge. No. He couldn't. But he couldn't stop thinking about it. He couldn't NOT say it to her. He felt something so strong that he couldn't ignore it. She seemed so fragile and tender, and he had this primal need to protect her. From what? Even he didn't know. But he had to. He couldn't help it. He barely knew her and she was his student. But he was falling in love with her. 

When she pulled away, he had to say it. "Abi... I..." 

"What?"

"I think I might..." He looked away and down. "I think I might love you." He looked into her eyes, tortured until she answered. 

"Michael," she began, sighing.

Well, shit, he thought. Now I've gone and scared her off. He looked away, ashamed.

She caught his face, and looking into his eyes, said, "Michael, I think I might... love you, too."

To be continued...



Hot for Teacher Ch. 03



This is a continuation of a series. Please read Hot For Teacher chapters one and two first, or this will be very confusing for you. By the way, it doesn't get right into the "hot" stuff, so bear with me. But if you've stuck around this far, I'm sure you won't mind! 

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Abi opened her eyes. She started. Where was she? This wasn't her bed. There was a man there. One of his hands was draped over her, cupping her breast. Her naked breast. She flipped around and looked at him. His eyes were closed, still dreaming. It was her professor. The previous day's events came flooding back. She had slept with her professor. For the second time. And he had told her he loved her. And she had said it back.

Abi thought her head was going to explode. She had opened up to someone. She had told someone... that. She had let herself get so close to someone that she fell in love with them, something she swore she would never do again. 

Her mind began to dwell on the events of years past, but then Michael's eyes fluttered open.

He saw her and smiled. Michael, unlike Abi, remembered exactly what had happened the previous night as soon as he awoke. He felt himself hardening, even more from the memory than the fact that it was morning. But Michael felt so much more than lust for Abi. He loved her. And right now, she looked almost sad. He had to fix it, whatever it was. 

Michael scooted closer to Abi on the bed and wrapped her in his arms. "Good Morning," he whispered into her neck, kissing her ear. 

"....Morning." Abi looked at him, trying to hide her discomfort. 

"Last night was amazing, Abi," he said, pressing his lips to her forehead. She twitched and looked away. Michael felt a pained look wash over his own face, matching hers. There must really have been something wrong for her to flinch when he touched her.

"What is it?" he asked, looking at her with those penetrating eyes of his. Abi knew she wasn't going to be able to lie to him. Not only would he be able to tell... but she'd feel horrible. 

"Um... it's just... what you said... what we said last night." She looked away uncomfortably and clutched at the locket around her neck. She always did that when she was nervous; Michael knew that from teaching her. He had noticed that she did it whenever someone made her uncomfortable or angry. He felt terrible for doing this to her, but he had to know what was going on.

"That I love you? I do," he said confidently. It was true. He didn't know how. He barely knew her. But he knew he loved her.

"Yeah. It's just... well... you... you don't want to know." Abi was so afraid he would push her away if he knew. He wouldn't... he couldn't love someone who dumped so much baggage on him the morning after. 

"Yes. I do. Whatever it is, Abi." Michael looked into her wet blue eyes. "I want to make it better."

Abi had started tearing up. Jesus Christ, how did he do this to her? She threw head into his shoulder and her tears dripped down his back as he crushed her tightly against him. 

"What is it, Abi?" He was desperate. He had to make her feel better. He had to.

"The last time I... told someone... I loved them," she said between hiccups, "was when I was sixteen."

Michael was confused. "And...?"

"And he told me he loved me too. But... But..." She broke down again, sobbing into his shoulder.

Michael clutched her tighter. "It's okay... Shh... But what?"

She pulled away and looked him right in the eye, tears streaming down her face. "He abused me. He beat me, Michael. He beat me," she sobbed. 

"Oh, God," Michael said. He grabbed her and pressed her shaking chest into his, stroking her hair. "Shh... God, I'm so sorry, Abi." His head was a jumble. He wanted to kill whatever asshole had done that to her. Now he knew why she had been so reluctant to have a relationship, and why he had always felt like she needed protecting.

He stayed there, rocking her for a few minutes, but then she pulled away and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have dumped that on you."

"It's okay, Abi. I care about you. I'm sorry I said that last night... I didn't know it would bring back such bad things for you." He cupped her face in his palm. 

"But I want you to know that I would never do that to you. Ever." His face was stern. "If I knew that bastard I would kill him in a second."

Abi looked up at him. Damn, that face was sexy. He looked so... angry and protective. She giggled. 

"What?" Michael was so damn confused. Now she was laughing?

Abi couldn't help but laugh. She was certainly upset about what had happened... but she felt safe with Michael, and his angry, protective side was hot.

"That face... it's just suits you very well," Abi giggled. "It's sexy."

"Um... thanks?" Michael said, brow furrowed. 

"Thank you for not freaking out," Abi said, getting serious suddenly. "I know you wouldn't do that. It just brought back bad memories. And I still... think I love you. You make me feel safe."

Michael wrapped his arms around her back and pressed her breasts to his chest. He kissed her neck. "I love you, too."

"Michael..." Abi said, slowly pulling away.

"Hmm?"

"We're really sticky." She looked up at him, amused. They had fallen asleep, naked, without getting cleaned up, and that was readily evident.

He laughed deeply. "I guess we are."

"Why don't we get a shower?" Abi asked. 

Michael rolled over and put a pillow over his face. "But I'm tired," he whined playfully. 

Abi sighed. She was going to have to resort to sneaky tactics to get clean. She decided that being forceful was the most fun way (for her, anyway) to do it. She straddled him and ran her nails lightly over his chest. She bent down and put her lips close to his ear as she held him down. "That wasn't a request."

Michael was hard instantly. He threw the pillow off his face and growled. "Damn, you're hot."

She jumped off the bed and walked into the bathroom, saying nothing else. Looking over her shoulder at him demurely, she walked in. 

Michael practically leaped off the bed, his cock painfully hard. He walked towards the bathroom and found her leaning over the tub, turning the water on. Her ass was high in the air and he could see clearly the wetness between her legs. Damn, that was hot. He moaned quietly and walked up behind her. He rubbed her clit from behind with his thumb. 

"Oh!" Abi gasped and whipped around. She looked down at his hard cock and laughed again. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" She grabbed his cock.

"Oh... Abi," Michael moaned quietly.

"Ick, you are sticky," She said, pulling her hand away. "Let's get in."

She jumped into the shower, pulling Michael with her. She stood under the hot water and looked around for soap. She picked up a bottle. "Irish Spring? And your name is Byrnes. That's lame." She smirked.

"What? I like the way it smells!" he said defensively and grabbed it from her. "Me first." 

"Fine, greedy," she said, laughing. 

Michael opened the bottle and poured some gel out into his hand. He rubbed his hands together and grabbed her hips, switching places with her so she was out of the way of the water. He rubbed his hands slowly over her body, starting with her shoulders and arms, then moving to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands and rubbed the nipples with his thumbs. She moaned and arched her back as they grew harder. But he quickly moved on, despite her whimpers of protest. He ran his hands over her stomach and back, relishing the chance to enjoy her feminine form without interference. 

Her body wasn't perfect by model standards, but he loved every inch of it. Her breasts were just big enough to sag a tiny bit, and her hips flared out from her stomach seductively. He loved her stomach. It wasn't totally flat, but it was soft and fit her perfectly. In his opinion, she was more beautiful than anything in the world.

Michael tore himself away from her torso and trailed his finger down between her legs. He kneeled down and she squirmed, silently begging him to touch her. He obliged, slipping two fingers between her lips and rubbing her clit for a moment. She moaned quietly and her legs slid apart, giving him easier access. He rubbed his hand over her whole mound and around her ass, careful not to get soap inside her. Then, after quickly running his hands down her legs, he stood up and grabbed the detachable shower head. He had a feeling she would like this. 

She looked up at him questioningly, but he said nothing as he showered her with water, washing the bubbles off her body. Then he pulled the showerhead away, switching the setting to a smaller, more pressurized stream.

She looked at him questioningly. "What are you....?"

But before she could finish, he cupped one of her breasts and brought the stream to her nipple. She gasped.

"Oh my god!" She threw her head back and thrust her chest out as he smiled. He pulled the stream away from one nipple and did the same to the other as she moaned. He moved the water all over her chest as her nipples hardened visibly.

When he thought her breasts were sufficiently clean, he moved the stream down her body and brought it down towards her thighs. She looked down at his kneeling figure and her eyes got huge. 

Michael laughed internally. She knew what he was about to do, and he loved it. He slipped a hand between her legs to push them apart and felt her wetness seeping out. 

Michael looked up at her and winked, then brought the stream against her clit. She cried out.

"Oh! Oh my GOD, Michael!"

He looked up at her face, contorted in ecstasy, and smiled. He felt like a sex god for coming up with this. 

Michael kept the stream steady on Abi's clit and slipped two fingers inside her, thrusting them in and out slowly. She thrust herself down on his hand, silently pleading for more. He added a third finger, pressing it and the others against her g-spot and thrusting faster. 

Abi began to moan louder, and Michael could see her knees trembling. Shit. He had to hold her up or she was going to fall. He decided that the water on her clit was the most important thing and pulled his fingers out of her, wrapping that arm around her waist to hold her up.

Abi moaned loudly. She didn't know how he had come up with this, but she was damn glad he had. She began to writhe over the stream of water, her fingernails digging into his scalp.

"Fuck, Michael... Oh my god... Fuck!" Abi's eyes squeezed shut and she stood slack-jawed, her lips moving with the hard breaths she took.

Michael kept the stream steady on her clit as she began to climax.

"FUCK! MICHAEL... OH!" Abi screamed out as her climax rolled over her. She had a second of momentary panic as her knees gave out, but Michael caught her waist. He looked up at her face as she orgasmed, and his cock hardened painfully. It was contorted, almost as if she was in pain... but it had this inexplicable sexual quality that made it incredibly hot. 

Abi calmed down after a minute of uncontrollable shaking and pushed the stream away from her sensitive clit. She looked down at Michael. He was smiling deviously up at her, obviously proud of his choice of sexual aides. 

Michael looked up at Abi. God, she was beautiful. He cheeks were pink from orgasm, and her chest heaved with every breath. Suddenly she spoke. "Don't look so... proud of yourself," she smirked between breaths.

Michael realized he had been grinning like an idiot, obviously looking just as proud as he was feeling. He stood up and pressed his chest to hers, his lips an inch from her ear. He picked up the bottle and pushed it into her fingers. "Your turn," he whispered. 

Abi groaned. He was already getting her horny again. She didn't know how he did it, but she didn't care. She grabbed the bottle and switched places with him again so he was out of the spray of the water. 

Abi was about to pour the gel onto her hands when she had a devious idea. He had driven her crazy; now she was going to do the same to him. She looked up at him through her wet eyelashes and winked.

Michael was waiting somewhat impatiently for Abi to start. He was painfully hard and needed relief. She was holding the bottle over her hand when she looked up and smirked. His cock throbbed at her wink, and he looked at her warily. Suddenly, she held the bottle up to her chest and poured the gel on her breasts.

She looked up at him. "No touching with hands. Mine or yours." 

Michael thought his eyes would pop out of his head as Abi began rubbing the gel over her breasts, working up a lather. She stepped up to him and began to run her soft chest all over his hard one, washing him clean as he squirmed, wanting to touch her. 

Abi was dying for him to hold her with those strong hands, but she knew that he wanted to, too, and she was determined to torture him. 

Michael moaned. "Shit, Abi... You're killing me!" 

Abi looked up and smirked, her breasts pressed against his hard stomach. "That was the point." 

She moved down, ending on her knees in front of him. Suddenly, pushing her breasts together, she wrapped them around his cock and began to stroke him up and down. 

"Jesus, Abi, how do you come...oh... up with these things?" Michael moaned. She was some kind of goddess. He looked down and watched her face. She was smirking down at his cock, obviously enjoying herself as much as he was.

Abi moved her chest up and down, squeezing Michael's cock tightly between her breasts. She looked up at him. He had thrown his head back and was running a hand through his hair, the other gripping at the shower door handle tightly. He was making that face that she loved again. His eyes were squeezed shut, his lower lip pushed out, and his brow furrowed. Abi loved to see how crazy she made him. 

Abi wanted badly for Michael to come. She couldn't wait to see his face contort like it always did, for his hips to buck forward as he moaned and came. 

Suddenly, she stopped rubbing her breasts on him, causing Michael to open his eyes in confusion and stop mid-groan. "Hey!"

Abi ignored his protests and grabbed the showerhead, washing the soap off of him. When she got to his cock, she focused the stream on the very tip and he twitched, the water hitting his head and bouncing off.

"Oh my GOD... Fuck..." Michael moaned and pushed Abi's hand away, his cock too sensitive. Abi understood and replaced the showerhead, then kneeled down and grasped his cock. It twitched in her hand. 

"I thought you said... Oh my god... no hands," Michael breathed.

Abi looked up and squeezed his cock. "I don't care. I just want you to come."

Michael almost came in her hands right there. Her face was full of lust and her words dripped with longing. But he held back, wanting to know what she was going to do next. 

Abi needed to taste him. She took him into her mouth and sucked hard, swirling her tongue around the tip. Then, grabbing his ass, she pushed him into her mouth as far as she could. 

"Oh, FUCK, Abi... Oh my god..." Michael shuddered as she went deep, digging his nails into her shoulders that he so desperately clung to.

Abi held his cock in her throat for a few seconds, then pulled his hips away, his cock leaving her mouth with a wet pop. She licked his cock up and down, running her hand over his balls and pressing the spot behind them, making him shudder. 

"Abi... Oh... Fuck.." Michael could no longer form coherent sentences, only breathy words and moans. 

Abi needed to finish him off. She wanted to see his face as she brought him to orgasm. She bent her head and took his balls into her mouth, rolling them against each other and sucking, and pressed on the underside of his tip with her thumb. 

It was more than Michael could take. He felt the tension building deep inside him. "FUCK, Abi, I'm... I'm going to come..." he said, slightly pulling away from all the stimulation. Abi leaned back, wrapping her arm underneath her breasts, pressing them up and together. She caught his throbbing cock in her hand and stroked it roughly, aiming the tip at her breasts.

"Oh my GOD, FUCK... OH, FUCK!" Michael came, his come spreading over Abi's breasts. He shook from the force of his orgasm, his cock jumping in her hand. 

Michael was breathing hard. Coming over Abi's breasts had been one of the most erotic sights he'd ever been a part of. "Oh my god, Abi... that was..."

But before he could finish, Abi took her breasts and rubbed his cock between them, covering it in his come. Michael's eyes grew wide, and when Abi looked up and saw, she smirked. 

"Like that?" 

"Yes. Oh my god, yes." Michael reached down and pulled Abi up, pulling her face to his and kissing her passionately. 

"Thank you," Michael added when she pulled away. 

"Of course," Abi answered, looking up into his eyes. "It was all I could do after that showerhead thing you did." She shuddered at the memory, pressing her body closer to Michael's.

Michael looked down at her breasts pressed between them. "So much for getting clean." He grinned deviously. "I guess we'll just have to wash again..."

To be continued...



Hot for Teacher Ch. 04



This is a continuation of a series. Please read chapters one through three first! Enjoy!
This one starts a bit slow, too, but bear with me; you won't regret it!



Abi and Michael had spent that Saturday at his apartment talking and enjoying each other's bodies. Michael had gotten Abi to tell him more about her abusive relationship, and though she was usually uncomfortable talking about it, Abi realized that she felt incredibly safe around Michael, and was okay talking to him. They had talked about their budding relationship over lunch, and decided that they would continue to see each other in secret, because they were too close now to stop. 

Abi had left and gone back to her dorm after dinner and lied to her roommate about where she'd been, saying she'd had a last minute call from the mother of the children she was a nanny for, asking her to stay the night. She had put on one of Michael's button-downs and tucked it into her jeans so she didn't look like she hadn't changed her clothes (the menswear trend was big at their university), and her roommate bought her story. 

In the next few days, Abi and Michael talked but didn't see each other, both of them busy with papers and work, respectively. But on the day Abi had Michael's class, she was feeling particularly randy. Dressing that morning, she decided to give Michael a treat. She pulled on a skirt that hit mid-thigh, lightly rubbing herself through it, trying not to think too much about Michael's cock inside her, lest she get too wet, too early. She put on Michael's button-down from that Saturday, tying the two sides up beneath her breasts over her camisole, and rolled the sleeves up. Then, leaving the panties that matched her bra in her drawer, Abi grabbed her bag and left her dorm. 

By the time Abi got to her history lecture hall, she had planned out exactly what she was going to do, and where she would have to sit to do it. The lecture hall would normally hold about 60 students. Their class, however, was tiny. There were supposed to be about 15 people in it, but only 6 or 7 regularly came, and when Abi got to the hall, only three of her classmates had shown up. Two of them were a couple, and they had sat down together in the very back of the hall, presumably to mess around. Abi started to get angry with them for not paying attention to her favorite teacher, but then she realized that she was about to distract him as much as they were distracting themselves. The other girl had sat two rows up from the couple. Abi wasn't concerned. That girl always came to class, but almost never paid attention; she always had her headphones in her ears.

Abi waltzed into the lecture hall, going right past the couple in the back, who already had their hands under the two-seater desks, and shot a look at Michael. 

He was wearing a blue dress shirt that fit him perfectly, rolled up over his elbows and skimming his biceps. Abi sighed. He was such a man. She tried to focus and not look stupid in front of the other students. "Good Morning, M—" Abi clamped her mouth shut. She couldn't call him Michael in front of everyone else! She faked a cough. "Excuse me... Dr. Byrnes." 

Michael looked up and his mouth dropped open before he could control it. She was wearing his shirt. She had her hair up in a ponytail at the back of her head, and the curls in it bounced as she walked. Her skirt swished lightly as she walked down to the front, and he could tell that if she sat down with her legs open, he would be able to see straight up it. He hoped to god she would sit in the front row. He felt his cock start to harden in his pants and forced himself to think of anything but his beautiful lover standing in front of him. He opened and closed his mouth, trying to remember what she had even said to him.

"Uh... Good Morning, Abi." 

Abi walked to the very front row and sat down at a desk, smiling internally at what she was planning. 

Michael looked down at his watch. 10:00. Time to focus on his lecture, not on Abi's cleavage or the view up her skirt. This was going to be hard. 

Abi put her notebook and a pen on her desk as Michael started to talk, though she had absolutely no intention of taking notes. It was a shame that she wasn't going to listen, since Michael was lecturing on one of her favorite countries. Oh well. She would just have to ask for a private lesson later... 

Michael began his lecture, gesturing up toward the power point that was projected on the board. He tried to concentrate, looking anywhere possible but at Abi. She made his heart race. He didn't know how he was possibly going to get through the rest of the semester with her looking at him like that through the whole 60 minutes of class each week. 

Abi was sitting in her desk, biting her pen and staring at him. When she saw that he was looking, she took the pen in her fingers, licking the end of it, the tip of her tongue lingering on the very end. She looked at Michael. He had stopped talking, under the guise of letting the students finish writing down what was on the slide, but was staring at her mouth, his jaw hanging open. Abi smiled and pushed the pen into her mouth, sucking on it and biting the tip lightly. She pulled it from her mouth and licked it bottom to top once. 

Michael was standing in front of the class slack-jawed, hardening painfully. There was no mistaking what Abi was doing. She was giving a pen a blow job. In his class. He realized that his cock was pushing against his slacks and quickly moved behind his podium. That was against his own rule; he believed one needed to move to be an effective lecturer. But this... this was a whole different situation. He reached down and tried to shift his pants to make the bulge less noticeable, but he only succeeded in making himself harder as he tried to continue what he was saying. 

Abi was incredibly pleased with herself. She had made Michael retreat behind his podium, something he never did while he was lecturing. She saw him adjust himself and look disappointed; the adjustment had evidently made no difference. Abi knew that he was loving this, and she loved it, too. 

She turned around discreetly, pretending to look at the clock, and saw that no one was paying any attention to what was happening at the front of the hall. The couple in the back was giggling quietly with their hands under the table, obviously in each other's jeans, and the other girl had her head on the desk with head phones in her ears.

Abi decided it was time to kick it up a notch. While Michael was concentrating on his computer screen fixing an error in his presentation, she leaned over and pulled something out of her bag...

Michael fixed the error in his slideshow in less than a minute and turned back toward the class. A strange movement at the corner of his eye caught his attention and his gaze snapped to Abi. She had her hands under the desk, up her skirt. With her left hand she was rubbing her bare mound slowly. In her right she had a black dildo, around 9 inches long. 

Michael thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head, and his cock out of his slacks.

Abi looked at Michael and a smile spread across her face. She mouthed two words to him: "Keep talking."

Michael snapped out of his trance and continued with the information on the slide, but his eyes stayed glued to the faux cock in Abi's hand. He was painfully hard now, to the point that he thought he might actually come in his pants if he rubbed his cock against something accidentally. He hadn't done that since he was in high school. Abi just... made him weak. As he was thinking what to do about his erection, Abi moved.

Abi couldn't wait to do this. She was practically dripping now. She felt her fingertips flutter across her clit, the dildo pressing impatiently at her entrance. She tapped her left index finger on her clit, the muscles inside her clenching in rhythm. She stared at Michael. He was talking, but his sentences weren't really making much sense. His eyes were glued to the view up her skirt. It was time.

Michael stared. She was tapping on her clit, gasping a bit at each tap. She looked up at him suddenly, and then pushed the huge dildo all the way inside her, sighing audibly at the sensation. Michael stopped talking and his mouth fell open. Not only was she masturbating in class, she was fucking herself with a huge cock. This was too much for him. He couldn't last.

Abi had pushed the dildo into herself, gasping when it hit her g-spot. Her fingers began rubbing her clit harder, making quiet, sloppy sounds. She loved doing this; fucking herself in front of other people. They may have not been watching, but Michael was. And he was practically drooling. He also looked like he was thinking hard as he struggled to continue what he had been saying. Suddenly a light bulb seemed to turn on in his head. He grabbed at his pocket as if his phone was vibrating. 

"Oh! Excuse me," Michael said loudly. The other students looked up, saw him opening his phone, and went back to not paying attention.

Abi knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn't going to be able to concentrate at all, so he was faking a call to have an excuse to dismiss the class. She shrugged mentally and kept pleasuring herself. She was teetering on the edge of orgasm; her left hand rubbed furiously at her clit and her left shoved the dildo deep inside her. She wanted desperately to come, but then saw that Michael was coming back.

He cleared his throat. "I apologize, class. It's usually a policy of mine to not take calls in class. However, I have a family emergency that I need to address promptly, so we will pick up this lecture next week. You are dismissed." He looked pointedly at Abi, and she winked. 

The rest of the class left quickly, the couple glad to leave and—presumably—finish what they started, and the other girl glad to leave in general. Abi stayed put and stared at Michael until the rest of the class had left. 

When the door shut behind the couple, Michael walked over to Abi and dragged her to her feet, letting the dildo fall to the floor. He bent and kissed her ravenously, moving his lips from hers to her neck. 

She felt his hoarse whisper on her neck. "Jesus fucking Christ, Abi... what were you thinking?"

Abi reached between them and grabbed his cock through his slacks, eliciting a louder grunt than he had ever made with her. She leaned close and looked into his eyes. "I was thinking that I couldn't wait to fuck you again." 

Michael growled and tipped her head to the side, sucking hard on her neck. He couldn't control himself. He reached down with his free hand and shoved three fingers inside her and pressed at her clit hard with his thumb. 

Abi moaned loudly and shook in his arms. "Harder, Michael. I want to come," she said, looking urgently into his eyes. 

Michael moaned and pressed his thumb into her, rubbing furiously and thrusting his fingers into her g-spot. 

"Oh my god, Michael. Oh, OH!" 

Abi was shaking in his arms, her muscles clenching around his fingers. He knew she was close; he shoved his fingers against her g-spot one last time, and pressed his thumb on her clit as she shook. 

"FUCK, MICHAEL! Ahh!" Abi screamed and her knees went weak. Michael held his hand to her, and suddenly felt a rush of liquid.

Abi stopped shaking and looked down. "Oh my god, Michael! I peed on you!"

Michael pulled his hand from under her skirt and looked at it. "No, you didn't. You ejaculated, Abi. And I..." He brought his dripping hand to his lips and sucked on a finger. "I love it." He loved her taste, her smell. He was going to have to ask her for a pair of her panties later.

Abi looked astounded. "I... I did? That was the best orgasm I've ever had!" 

Michael smiled, then moaned. Abi looked down. His cock was still straining at his slacks. 

"Oh, dear, you did like that show, didn't you?" Abi winked. "I guess I'll have to take care of that."

Michael looked a bit hesitant. "You know, you don't have to... I don't want to keep you. I can get my rocks off all by myself, I'm a big boy." He forced a smile. 

She put her hands up to his face and looked up into his eyes. "Let me take care of you."

Michael melted. She kneeled down and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his slacks, and pulled his straining cock from its confines. When she touched it, he practically jumped back. He was so sensitive, her touch almost hurt. 

"Uh... Abi, I'm... I'm not going to last." He looked guilty.

"Jesus Christ, Michael, that's what you were worried about? That you would come too fast? I've been sitting here fucking myself with a dildo. It's understandable. It's okay. I've already had mine. It doesn't matter to me how fast or slow you are. And even if I hadn't already come, I know that you'd never stop without getting me off. I love you, Michael; come whenever you need to."

Michael looked down at Abi. Her hair was tousled, her makeup smeared. She looked beautiful, nonetheless. "I love you, Abi." 

Abi smiled and took his cock into her mouth, smearing the pre-come around his cock with her tongue. He moaned and bucked his hips. Abi knew he was going to come soon, no matter what she did, so she decided to make it better for him. She grabbed his balls in her free hand and rolled over her fingers, pushing them up toward his body. With his balls taken care of, she concentrated on his cock. After withdrawing it for a moment to brush her bottom lip over the tip of his cock, she plunged it deep down her throat and made a swallowing motion around it. 

"FUCK, Abi! Oh, oh, oh my GOD! FUCK!" Michael grunted loudly and came, thrusting his hips into her, fucking her face with his cock. His come ran straight down Abi's throat, and she swallowed, encouraging him to give more. When the sensation became too great, he pulled his hips back and gasped for air. 

Abi stood up and kissed him. He could taste his own come in her mouth as their tongues danced. When she finally pulled away, his cock had partially deflated, and he tucked himself back inside his slacks and zipped up. 

Abi straightened her skirt and smoothed her hair. The dildo lay on the floor, stained with her juices. She bent to pick it up, being sure to bend at the waist, exposing her ass.

"Jesus, Abi. You keep doing that and I'll have to fuck you right here." 

Abi stood up with the dildo and held it up. "Sorry, but it looks like you have a bit of competition, Dr. Byrnes." 

"I think I'd rather it be a partner than competition," Michael said as she slipped it and her books back into her bag. 

Abi grabbed Michael's shirt and pulled him close. She stood on her toes and whispered in his ear.

"Maybe if you're a good boy I'll let you use it on me some time."

To be continued...



Hot for Teacher Ch. 05



This story is a continuation of a series. Please read Hot for Teacher chapters 1-4 before reading this. 

Abi and Michael had been seeing each other in secret for a few weeks. They had fallen in love after spending a beautiful night together, and couldn't let each other go. But because they were teacher and student, they also couldn't be seen together. So they kept their relationship underground. Abi visited Michael's off-campus apartment often, but had to be very careful that no one they knew saw her go in.

Despite the restrictions, though, their relationship continued to sizzle. But Michael was frustrated that Abi hadn't yet stayed true to her promise of letting him use her dildo on her. He had asked over and over, but she had always teased, "Maybe next time..." So one day, he decided to take matters into his own hands. 

Michael went online and bought a dildo, one that had vibrating and spinning parts. "Real fancy shit", he thought. He saw some fuzzy handcuffs, and bought them, just for laughs. Or so he told himself. But in truth, he couldn't wait for what he was going to do to her with them.

One Saturday morning, the box came. "Perfect," Michael thought. Abi was coming for dinner already. Little did she know she'd be getting a lot more desert than she was bargaining for. 

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At 6 o'clock, Abi knocked on Michael's door. She shifted on her feet uncomfortably. Michael had told her that he had a surprise for her. She liked surprises, but the mischievous tone in Michael's voice when he called her told her that she should be nervous.

Michael had just set the wine and glasses on the table when he heard the knock at his door. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He couldn't wait to use his new toy on hers. He walked to the door and opened it. "Bonjour, Madame. Your dinner awaits." Michael bowed theatrically.

Abi giggled. He was wearing a bow tie and an apron over jeans and a t-shirt, and he had a towel draped over his arm like a butler. Suddenly, as she lamented the fact that she couldn't see Michael's body very well under the apron, he swept her up into his arms. She squealed and dropped her overnight bag, but then wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.

Michael just stood there with her for what seemed like forever as their lips danced. He ran his tongue across her bottom lip, asking for access, and she granted it. Their tongues caressed, and Abi's hands moved from around his neck to his head, running her fingers through Michael's hair as he moved his lips to her neck and sucked for a moment. Abi moaned, and her sound snapped Michael out of his trance. 

"We should..." He paused as Abi sucked lightly on his bottom lip. "We should go to the kitchen before I lose control of my actions."

"Fine," Abi pouted, and put her arms back around his neck, allowing him to carry her into the kitchen. 

When Michael put her down in the kitchen, Abi gasped quietly. He had set up his table with wine and glasses, a table cloth, and full place settings. There was a platter in the middle with a cover on it, and the plates were expensive china. 

"You borrowed all this from your mother, didn't you," Abi teased. 

Michael just smiled and pulled her chair out for her to sit. When she did, he took the bottle of wine and poured them both some. 

Abi laughed. "Well, Michael! You wouldn't be trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me, would you?" 

"I would never!" Michael said, incredulously. Abi took a sip and winked. "It's not taking advantage if I consent. "

Michael hardened slightly, then mentally reprimanded himself. "Later. There'll be time in just a little while," he thought. After sitting down, Michael reached across the table and took Abi's delicate hands in his. He loved how her hands looked in his. They were so small, so thin and fragile-looking. But he knew that they were anything but fragile. And what they could do... he knew what they did to him. Abi sighed when Michael took her hands. She could see in his eyes how much he liked holding her hands, because she made the same glazed-over expression about his. They were tan and strong, and those fingers... She shuddered at the thought. Those fingers did things to her that she couldn't handle. 

Michael's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "Alright, well here's the surprise," he said, nodding at the covered platter. "We're having dessert before dinner." 

Abi's heart sank a smidge. She was frankly expecting something more. But then Michael's hands left hers, and he raised the cover on the platter. 

Abi gasped. Sitting on the platter was a pair of silly-looking fuzzy handcuffs. Those she thought were funny. But next to them... there was a vibrator, one with an additional "finger" for the clit and spinning parts. Abi's muscles clenched at the thought of how good it would feel. She felt her panties getting wet, and she squirmed in her chair. 

Michael had to call her name to get her attention. "Abi! Hello?" Abi looked up, her eyes wide. "Oh my god, Michael..."

Michael smirked, but then his eyes darkened. "You kept teasing me about yours, so I decided to get one myself. And we ARE going to use it tonight. Time for dessert..."

Michael got up from his chair, grabbed the handcuffs and vibrator, and grabbed Abi's hand. She got up, still a bit stunned that he had gone and bought a vibrator... for her. Michael led her to the bedroom, and threw the toys on the bed. He turned to her and pulled her close with an arm around her waist. Leaning down and putting his lips to her ear, he whispered, "Abi, I'm in control tonight. And I'm going to take you so high you'll never come back down."

Abi shuddered at the thought, and then gasped when he kissed her, his lips covering hers. Michael's hand went to her head, running his fingers through her hair as their tongues danced. He pulled back a bit and nipped her bottom lip lightly, letting his hand fall to the hem of her dress. He pulled it up and rubbed her through the lace of her boy shorts with his thumb, eliciting a moan, muffled by his own lips. 

Abi let her mind go blank as Michael kissed her, and before she knew it, he had removed her dress and bra, and had picked her up and put her on his bed. He had the handcuffs in his hands. "Do you trust me?" He looked at her hopefully. 

Abi moaned, frustrated. "Michael! Of course I trust you! Now put those things on me and touch me before I jump you!" 

"You don't have to tell me twice," Michael breathed. He cuffed one of her hands and wrapped the chain behind a post on his headboard before cuffing her other hand, so her arms were stretched above her head. 

Abi looked up at him, and tried to figure out a way to vocalize how much she wanted him. Her panties were already soaked, and she needed relief desperately. "Michael," she breathed. "Please..." 

Michael obliged. He ripped off the apron and bow tie with his shirt, his muscles tensing. He straddled her, his cock rubbing her through his jeans. She moaned. It sounded longing, almost begging. Michael looked down at her. Her eyes begged for him. She was in a compromising position. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she wouldn't be able to do anything about it. And he couldn't wait to torture her with pleasure. 

Abi looked up at Michael, pleading with her eyes and her mouth. She could feel his shaft pressing through his jeans, evidence of what she did to him. She was so insanely turned on at the thought of being completely at his mercy. If he had been anyone else, she would've been terrified to be naked and tied up with no way of escape. But she trusted him to not hurt her. She knew that he might make her hurt with pleasure, but not with pain. However, she was desperate for him to touch her at that moment. Her clit throbbed as he ground his groin into her, and she was sure her lace panties were ruined from all the wetness she was producing. She felt her cheeks redden as she breathed harder, and her nipples hardened in the slightly cool air of the bedroom. She wanted so badly to shake him, to grab his hard shoulders and tug him to her, to let their skin touch. Michael couldn't stand to see her in such wanting. He bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth, feeling it pebble even more as he sucked. He locked his mouth around it and ran his tongue lightly across it, pinching its pair between his thumb and forefinger roughly. Looking up, he found Abi's head thrown back between her outstretched arms, her lips opening and closing, gasping for air. 

Crawling up her body once more, he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her passionately. She ground her hips into him and moaned into his mouth. Michael lost himself in Abi's body, his mind thinking of nothing but how he was going to torture her with pleasure. When he finally pulled his head back, she gasped, "Michael, I love you." Michael felt a rush of lust and love for Abi. He kissed her again, losing himself once more in her lips. When he pulled back, he said gruffly, "God, I love you too." 

Michael began to kiss roughly down her chest, stopping to suck on her nipples again, one at a time. When she squirmed, silently begging him to go on, he let his lips draw a wet trail down her stomach. 

"Please, Michael... Please," Abi begged. "I want you so badly it hurts." 

Michael looked up and winked darkly. "Not yet, Abi... Not yet." 

He was hard as a rock, and frankly he just wanted to rip her panties off and fuck her into oblivion. But even more, he wanted to tease and torture her, bring her high and take her back down, and make her come so hard that by the end of the night, she would be so sated that she wouldn't wake up until noon. 

So torture her he did. He lightly bit the skin above her hip and then licked it slowly, eliciting a frustrated moan. Moving back up her torso, he did the same to the sides of her breasts, then her neck. 

Abi heart, brain, and clit were throbbing in anticipation. She was so frustrated that he wouldn't touch her more that she was ready to scream. She had to do something. 

"God DAMN IT, MICHAEL!" Abi raised her voice to get his attention. "Jesus Christ. I swear, if you don't touch me now, I'll never touch you again!" It was an empty threat, and they both knew it. But it worked nonetheless. 

Michael sighed and moved down the bed, hooking his fingers over her panties and pulling them down her legs quickly. When he reappeared between her legs, Abi looked down thankfully. 

"Thank you. Good god, I thought I was going to have to kill you." 

Michael didn't answer. He put his lips to her slit and kissed it lightly, making her squirm with delight. Slowly parting her legs, he put his lips lower and kissed again, this time getting a moan. Licking into her, Michael used his tongue to tease her whole mound. 

She was soaked, and her wetness was leaking past her ass onto the bed. Michael licked up over her ass and cleaned it all. He loved her taste, her smell. He finally put his lips to her clit and sucked hard. 

"Oh! OH! Oh, Michael!" Michael removed his lips from her and looked up, startled. 

"Jesus, don't STOP! What is wrong with you?!" He had obviously underestimated how turned on she was, if she was that close to coming already. He would need to bring her down a notch. 

"Sorry, but this is my night," Michael said, crawling up the bed. "I want to make you wait." With that, he kissed her again, giving her no time to protest. She kissed back hungrily, almost angrily. After a few minutes lost in each other, Michael pulled back. 

"You're a real dick, you know that?" Abi looked at him with her brow furrowed. 

"Mmmhmm." 

Michael smiled and moved back down to settle between her legs, but this time he grabbed the vibrator. Abi squeezed her legs together in anticipation, but Michael pulled them apart. "Ah ah ah, no you don't, missy." 

"Please use it on me... Good god, PLEASE." Abi looked at him, her eyes watery from pleasure. Michael obliged. He rubbed the tip of the faux cock from her ass to her clit, settling in to rub it slowly on her clit. He dipped it inside her, causing her to squirm and moan. But when he pulled back, the vibrator was nearly dripping. Abi was nearly unconscious she felt so good. Michael hadn't even turned on the vibrator yet, and she was practically delirious. When he slipped it inside of her, she was shocked awake, and she looked up. But what he did next truly stunned her. 

Looking directly into her eyes, Michael raised the vibrator to his lips and put it in his mouth. He cleaned it with his tongue, leaving only a sheen of saliva. Then, he took about half of it all the way into his mouth and sucked it. It startled Abi to realize how much it turned her on to see him suck a cock, even if it was a fake one. She thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head. 

Michael wasn't gay, or even bi, or at least he had never thought he was. But the fact that Abi was practically drooling made him want to suck the vibrator more, just to give her pleasure. Hell, he would probably suck a real cock if she asked him to. 

When the vibrator was clean and Michael thought he couldn't find any other excuse to keep sucking it, he pulled it out of his mouth and looked up at Abi.

"Holy... Holy shit, Michael. That was fucking hot." Michael's cheeks went pink. "Um... I'm not sure why I did that..." 

"I don't care why... it was so hot to see you sucking a cock, I don't even care why you did it." 

Michael decided that this wasn't the time to talk about it, so he moved on. "I'm glad you liked it," he smiled. "Let's keep that high going..." He pressed the vibrator to her clit and turned it on the middle setting. As it buzzed to life, Abi moaned gratefully. She writhed against the tip, but Michael pulled it away. Before she could protest, though, he pushed it into her, letting the "finger" tickle her clit. 

Abi was in heaven. The body of the vibrator pressed tightly against her g-spot; it had a slight mound on the front to serve just that purpose. She could feel the pressure building inside her. When she had squirted that time in the lecture hall, she didn't know what the feeling was. Now she did, and she wanted it more and more. The finger of the vibrator rubbed her clit mercilessly, and her body climbed higher and higher by the second. 

Michael was enjoying this immensely. He loved to pleasure Abi, and now he could watch her without having to worry about what he was doing. Her face was contorting and her breathing ragged. Her fists clenched in the handcuffs, and she had her head turned into her arm, biting her lip. But she couldn't stifle her moans. She groaned loudly between pants of breath.

Suddenly Abi became aware that she was moaning incredibly loudly. She felt delirious with pleasure. She was standing at the edge of a cliff, and Michael was pulling her over, agonizingly slowly. But suddenly, just as she felt she was about to give in to the pull, the vibrations stopped, and she was forced back from the cliff's edge, falling hard. 

"FUCK!!" Abi yelled out, her awareness coming back to her. She looked down to find Michael licking the vibrator clean seductively. She strained at her binds, and banged her feet on the bed like a child throwing a tantrum. She felt like her body was going to implode, explode, and spontaneously combust, all at the same time. "MICHAEL FUCKING JAMES BYRNES." 

"Hmm?"

"WHAT. THE. FUCK. WAS. THAT," Abi forced out between pants.

"THAT was me teasing you," Michael said nonchalantly, dragging the vibrator across her thigh. 

"The FUCK it was! I was about to come! Could you possibly have WORSE timing?!" 

"Well that kind of was the point..." Abi tried to calm herself. "Michael James Byrnes. If you don't let me come, I will not be responsible for my actions. I might come here in the middle of the night and maim you." "Damn... Look, Abi. I'll undo those, as long as you promise not to hurt me. And I promise I'll let you come this time." 

"Fine," Abi sighed, squirming and pressing her legs together, desperate for stimulation. "Promise?" 

"Only if you do." 

"I promise not to maim you." 

"I promise to let you come."

"Alright, get these off of me." 

Michael climbed up the bed and unlocked the handcuffs with a key from his pocket. He was still wearing his jeans, and his cock was painfully hard. As soon as Abi was free, she punched him squarely in the chest, knocking him back onto the bed. 

"Hey," Michael panted, massaging his chest. "You promised!" 

Abi straddled him and said, "I promised not to maim you, not that I wouldn't hit you. You kind of deserved that. Now, I am going to have my way with YOU."

Abi grabbed the handcuffs and locked one of his wrists in before he could do anything. Wrapping the chain around the back of a bedpost, she locked in his other wrist and threw the key across the room. 

"Damn, that was hot." 

"Mmmhmm. Well, if you want more than watching me fuck myself with that dildo, you're going to have to beg." 

"God damn, please, Abi... Please..." Michael was now the one in the compromising position. She could leave him there if she so pleased, but he knew she wouldn't. She wanted to fuck him too badly; he could see it in her eyes. 

"Alright, alright." Abi ground her clit into his jeans-clad bulge, moaning. 

She climbed off Michael and unzipped his jeans agonizingly slowly, pulling them down his legs, taking his socks with them. Throwing them onto the floor, she went back for his gray boxer briefs, but hesitated. Bending her head instead, she kissed the bulge in his briefs slowly, sensually. Her hands roamed up to his chest and she ran them through the hair there, and then ran them over his nipples. She nipped at his package and kissed the hardness again. 

Michael gave a guttural groan. "Jesus, Abi. If you keep doing that, I'm going to come." 

"Well, well, we can't have that, now can we?" Abi hooked her thumbs over his briefs and Michael lifted his hips so she could remove them. His cock sprung free and stood straight up, perpendicular to his flat stomach. When Abi had dropped his underwear on the floor, she reappeared at his side. 

"Damn, you are ready, aren't you?" Abi looked down at Michael's cock and moaned quietly. It was rock hard, and his head was practically purple. Pre-come was leaking from the tip, and she could see it throbbing, almost imperceptibly. 

She tapped her finger in the pre-come on his tip. His cock twitched and his hips jerked at her touch as he gasped. 

"Oh my god, Abi... It's too sensitive." Michael looked apologetic. 

Abi smiled understandingly and straddled his stomach, leaning down to kiss him. She held his straining biceps as their lips connected. Careful not to touch his cock, she ground her clit into Michael's abs as they kissed, trying to eke as much pleasure out of the kiss as possible without hurting him. She moved her lips to his neck and nipped at the skin there, eliciting an appreciative moan from her lover. 

After a few minutes of passion-laden kisses, Abi bent her head into his neck once more and whispered in his ear. "Now I'm going to take YOU higher." 

Moving herself down on his body, Abi allowed his cock to slip inside her. 

"Oh..." Abi sighed and slumped. 

Michael gave a long, guttural moan. 

Abi began to move up and down on Michael's cock. He was so hard, and it almost hurt to have him inside her. His head pressed up against her cervix. But it was a good pain, and she groaned as she moved around him. 

Michael now understood how Abi had felt earlier: delirious with pleasure. His cock throbbed inside her as she moved up and down on him. He barely knew what was going on. Suddenly he felt her getting off him, and he looked up. 

"What are you doing?" 

Abi said nothing, but retrieved the key from the carpet across the room. She came back and unlocked the handcuffs, freeing Michael's arms. 




Hot for Teacher Ch. 05



"Why did you do that?" Michael asked, confused.

Abi climbed onto the bed again and ran her fingers through his hair as she kissed him. "Hold me," she whispered into his neck.

Michael melted. He picked her up and laid her on her side on the bed, and lay beside and behind her. He slipped into her from behind and wrapped his arms around her. 

He moved into her slowly. Abi moaned quietly. "Please... Michael. Faster." 

Obliging, Michael picked up his rhythm and moved in and out of her faster, feeling her tightening on his cock. He reached around her body and rubbed her clit, anxious to make her come. Abi began to moan louder and her breathing became ragged as she heard Michael's groans. She turned her head to look into his eyes.

"Oh, god, Michael... come for me. Come inside me." 

She clenched her muscles around his cock, and that sent him over the edge. 

Michael grunted and wrapped his arms around her tightly. She kissed him passionately as she felt the ropes of come inside her. His movements set Abi off, and she gave in to her orgasm, letting the waves roll over her as she came. They moaned in unison as they came together, and panted as they came down from their climaxes.

Michael and Abi lay, holding each other, for what seemed like hours. When Abi had controlled her breathing, she turned and kissed Michael again. 

"That was the best surprise ever." 

"I know; I'm just that awesome." Michael smirked. 

"Dinner? I'm starving." Abi began to get up. 

"Um... I didn't actually cook anything... I was hoping this would be a good enough meal for you!" Michael smiled hopefully up from the bed.

Abi laughed. "Alright then! Where's the takeout menu?"

To be continued...



Hot for Teacher Ch. 06



Sorry it took so long, guys. I'm back! This story is part of a series. You don't need to read the other chapters, but I would love if you did! You may be a little confused, but not so much that you won't enjoy the story. 

The university that I name in the story does not exist, it's just a name I pulled out of my head, and like the characters, is fictional.

This story does have gay sex in it, even though there is a woman involved. If that isn't your cup of tea, don't read it. Enjoy!

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"Michael?"

A week or so after Michael had treated Abi to "dessert", they were sitting in Michael's apartment, more cuddling than watching the movie that was playing. 

"Hmm?" Michael kissed Abi's head sleepily; he had dozed off, Abi lying against him on the couch. 

"I've been thinking about something... but I don't know how you'll take it." Abi had wriggled out from under the blanket and was now facing him. She looked nervous.

Michael rubbed his hand over his face and through his hair, trying to wake himself up. He reached for the remote and paused the movie. 

"Abi, you know you can tell me anything."

Abi's brow knitted tighter. "I know... I want to... propose something, but if you don't like the idea, just tell me, and I'll drop it. We never have to discuss it again."

Michael stretched and nodded. "Okay..." He was a bit worried, but at least Abi had given him a no-judgments way out. 

Abi shifted on the couch uncomfortably. "Do you remember last week, when you used that vibrator on me, and when you, um, licked it?"

Michael went pink. He was sure that she was going to reject him. He still wasn't sure why he had done it. He liked the taste of her, but that wasn't the whole reason. The vibrator looked like a cock, and he had always been curious as to what it would be like to be with a guy. When he had put the dildo in his mouth... it had sent electric shocks to his cock. He had realized that he liked it. And he was incredibly embarrassed about that. 

Michael opened his mouth to defend his actions. "Abi... I don't know why I did that. It was stupid... I..."

"It was amazing." Abi was looking just as uncomfortable as Michael was feeling. 

Michael's mouth dropped. "...Really?"

Abi looked into his eyes. "I... I can tell that you're embarrassed about it. But I... I don't want you to be, because I really liked it. I've kind of always had a fantasy about me and two guys, and seeing you do that... it was incredible."

"Abi... um..." Michael hesitated, but then went on. He figured if she liked it, she wouldn't reject him if he said that he did, too. "I kind of have that fantasy, too."

"So... you would... want to do that? I've just always thought that guys with other guys were really hot... I mean, you don't have to be gay to like cock... right?" Abi laughed a little, nervously. 

Michael sighed in relief. She had taken the words right out of his mouth. He growled, "god, babe, I love you," and fell upon her, pressing his lips hard upon hers. 

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Later that day, after Michael and Abi had thoroughly sated each other, they discussed their shared fantasy over dinner. 

"But how are we going to find a man who would be willing to get involved with us? Most guys would deny being gay even if they were, and no one at the college can know about us. You'd be fired and I would be kicked out!" Abi sighed. She could think only of the internet as an option, and putting an ad out seemed... impersonal, at best. 

"Well... Maybe not." Michael took a sip of his water and reached across the table to hold Abi's hand in his. "Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this, but under the circumstances..." 

Abi's hopes picked up. "What?" 

"Well... I'm very close to one of the other professors, and one day we were at a bar... Well, the short story is that we both got pretty tipsy, and he told me he was bi. And I happen to know that he was in a relationship with a student a few years ago. They broke up on good terms, and it never got out, but... he wouldn't judge us."

Abi squirmed in her chair. "I don't know, Michael. I mean, it almost sounds too good to be true." 

Michael squeezed her hand. "Okay, look. I'll tell you what. I'll talk to him. I won't mention your name, only that you're a student. If he says no, we'll forget it ever happened. If he says yes, then we can talk about all three of us meeting." 

Abi looked down, her brow furrowed in worry. "Okay..." 

Michael reached across the table and tipped her chin up. "Hey, look at me." She did. "I don't want you to worry about this. I will always take care of you, and I would never reveal us to anyone if I didn't know that I could trust them. I would trust this man with my life. So, I do not want you to worry about it. I will take care of it." 

Abi smiled. "Okay. I trust you." 

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A week later, Abi was parking outside Michael's apartment building. The professor that Michael was friends with had said yes, under the condition that Michael kept his identity secret from Abi until their meeting. Michael had arranged dinner for all of them at his apartment, and Abi was dying to know who the man was. She hoped he was attractive, but she hoped even more that she didn't know him. She would die of embarrassment if she had had him as a professor before. But since the university was big, it was more likely that she didn't know him, so she relaxed.

As she knocked quietly on Michael's door, she shifted uncomfortably on her feet. She felt a little silly in what she was wearing. She had worn a light cream blouse and a red pencil skirt, trying to look nice for dinner, but now she worried she was overdressed. 

When the door opened, however, her fears were dampened, as Michael was in a button-down and black slacks. He smiled down at her. "You look nice." 

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him slowly, planting her lips in a trail up to his ear. "I'm nervous... but I'm also... excited." She nipped his earlobe lightly and he pulled her in, closing the door behind them. 

"Mmm," he moaned. "I'm glad." 

Abi kissed him on the lips once more, then whispered in his ear. "I'm also not wearing any panties." 

Michael felt his cock harden slightly in his pants, and he growled, tipping her head to the side and nipping at her neck. 

Abi felt his cock begin to press against her belly and pulled away. She pointed a finger at his package in mock scolding and said, "Down, boy! There will be plenty of time for that later!" Then, winking and taking his hand, tugged him towards the kitchen. 

"Come on and introduce me." 

As they walked towards the kitchen, Michael said, "James, meet Abi. Abi, meet James." But as he finished and stepped into the room with his hand on Abi's back, he saw his friend's eyes go wide, and Abi's mirror them. 

Abi stopped dead. Oplinger. This was James Oplinger. He had been her Music Theory professor. And though she hated the Gen Ed course more than anything, she had had a major crush on Professor Oplinger her first semester in college. He played the viola, and when he played for the class, she had swooned like a pre-teen girl. And now... now he was sitting at her lover's kitchen table, and they had asked him to come because they wanted to involve him in their sexual relationship. She wanted to watch him be taken by Michael. 

James' mouth hung open. This was Abi Spalding. She had been in his Music Theory class. She had hated it with a passion, though she loved music, but had done well nonetheless. And he had always thought she was attractive. But now she was standing in front of him, next to his best friend, who happened to be another teacher and her lover, and they were all together because they wanted him to join them in bed. Good god. 

Michael looked back and forth between the two. They both were still, with their mouths gaping. "You two... know each other, I take it...?"

James looked to Abi. She looked like she was about to cry, so he tried to man up. "She... um... She was in my freshman Music Theory class last year, Michael." 

Michael smiled uncomfortably and squeezed Abi's hand. "Alright. Let's sit."

Abi tried to calm her breathing and took her seat, subtly moving it closer to Michael's. 

Michael cleared his throat and looked from James to Abi. He held her hand tightly. "Okay, guys. I can tell you're both uncomfortable. But here's what we're going to do. You guys are going to forget everything about each other. You're going to act like you've never met. Okay?" 

James and Abi nodded slowly. Holding out his hand and smiling warmly, James said, "James Oplinger. Professor of Music at Genesee University." Abi took his hand and giggled. 

"Abi Spalding, student of Psychology at Genesee University." As they shook, Abi eyed the man's hand and arm. His grasp was strong but refined, the testament of a musician. His forearm, highlighted by his rolled-up button-down, had less hair than Michael's, but it was thick and strong, showing dedication to either working out or playing viola. Abi hoped it was both. 

"Alright." Michael's voice snapped Abi out of her daydream. "Now you've been introduced. Let's eat." 

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Two hours and a few glasses of wine later, Abi and James had learned almost as much about one another as Michael knew about each of them, and the conversation had turned to the sexual. The alcohol had loosened each of them up a bit, and though all three were still slightly uncomfortable, they could talk about what they wanted to do without blushing every other word.

"So, what we've decided: we are all allowed to touch each other; no reservations besides pain." Michael looked from James to Abi and they both nodded. Then James spoke up. 

"So, Abi, I've been curious all night. What got you excited about watching two men together?" 

Abi looked at James, then at her lover, imagining them in bed, naked, sweaty, moaning... She breathed deep and squirmed in her seat, her wetness seeping from between her lips. "Well... I don't know... I just find it hot. Two men going at each other like..." She smiled shyly at Michael. "Like Michael and I do... And the thought of two attractive, strong, older men all to myself..." She sighed and bit her lip. "Yes please."

James repressed a moan when Abi bit her lip. He was incredibly attracted to her, and he was looking forward to sleeping with both her and Michael. Looking out of the corner of his eye at his friend, he noticed Michael's sly adjustment, obviously to relieve some of the pressure his slacks were putting on his cock. James knew his friend was sizeable just from looking at the bulge, and that knowledge had him adjusting his own pants. 

Abi had continued to squirm in her seat after she had finished talking. She was honestly worried that without panties, her wetness was going to ruin her skirt. 

"Abi, are you okay? You seem uncomfortable." Michael looked to her with concern.

Shit. He noticed. "Um... come here." Abi crooked her finger and whispered to him the worry she had about her skirt. 

Michael could barely repress his moan. He whispered back, his hot breath on Abi's ear. "Well then maybe it's time we made our way to the bedroom." As he whispered, his hand made its way up her skirt and brushed across her clit, making her jump and whimper in pleasure. 

"Hey!" James' interjection tore Abi and Michael apart. He pouted playfully. "Secrets don't make friends!" 

Michael smirked at Abi. "James, she told me that since she didn't have panties on, she was worried that with how wet she was getting, she was going to ruin her skirt." 

James' mouth dropped open, and his cock hardened considerably in his slacks. "Jesus..." he breathed. 

Michael continued as Abi smacked his arm, embarrassed, "and I told her that maybe it was time we made our way to the bedroom." 

"I... I..." James stumbled, trying to regain his composure, "I think that's a good... an amazing idea." 

All three stood up from the table, and Abi walked over to James. She had decided that it was time to be bold. Taking his face in her hand, she pressed her lips hard to his. She didn't feel the spark that still burned when she kissed Michael, but the kiss was passionate nonetheless. James had moved one hand up to splay in her hair, and the other had moved downward, caressing her butt. 

His lips and tongue moved with hers in a fervent embrace, and though his stubble scratched her face, the subtle pain only added to her pleasure. Her hand twisted in his hair—she found that she liked that it was longer than Michael's—and her other digits made their way to his cock, which she caressed roughly through his slacks. 

James moaned into Abi's mouth. Her fingers, wrapped around his hardened shaft, were making him go crazy. He had had a lot of good sex, but he had never been so excited to take a woman—and a man—to bed. 

Michael looked on as his friend and his lover—no, his two lovers—eagerly kissed and touched each other. He kneaded his cock through his slacks and groaned quietly as he watched. If he had seen any other man touch Abi that way, he would have had his fists planted in the man's face by now. But James knew that Abi was his, so Michael was happy to share. He couldn't wait to take them both. 

Moving behind Abi, he ground his clothed shaft against her back, then moved her hair to nip at her neck. 

Abi moaned into James' mouth at the combination of the kisses on her face and on the back of her neck. She could barely take this... how was she going to handle it when the stimulation they were showering upon her now was directed to a different part of her body? Then, as Michael's hand started to slip up her skirt, Abi realized they were still standing in the kitchen. Pulling back from James' hands on her breasts and kisses on her lips, she looked at both men. 

Both Michael and James looked as if they had just woken up from wet dreams. Both sported mussed hair, raging erections, and mouths hanging open. It was an incredible sight, and Abi moaned quietly at the thought of what was coming. 

"Come on, boys," she said, smirking. "It's time that you two got better... acquainted... with each other." Grabbing a hand belonging to each man, she walked towards Michael's bedroom. 

James and Michael looked at each other, both seeing the apprehension in the other's eyes. Though they had both agreed that there was to be no awkwardness and that this night would not change their friendship, both were nervous to do something like this with a man for the first time. 

When all three were in the room and the door was closed, Abi turned to Michael and James, who were standing next to each other. "Alright. I'm going to sit in that chair,"—she indicated an armchair on one wall— "and you two are going to... well, do anything you want to. I want to watch."

Stripping off her blouse, skirt, and bra, Abi walked to the chair and sat down, naked. She spread her legs and began to stroke herself slowly, looking expectantly at the men. 

James watched, enraptured, as Abi used her fingers to pleasure herself. Her body was perfect: curvy, soft, and writhing. But suddenly he remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Turning to Michael, he found him in the same state: hypnotized by Abi's movements. Mentally preparing himself, he took Michael's hand and led him to the bed. 

When James grabbed his hand, Michael felt an incredible mix of emotions. His mind swirled. He felt awkward, apprehensive, excited, turned on, and scared, all at the same time. Michael usually had the emotional capacity of a teaspoon, and this mix of feelings frightened him. But then James took his face and kissed him, and all the emotions except one—turned on—fell away. 

When James pressed his lips to Michael's, the electricity shot straight to his groin. He had wanted to kiss Michael from the moment he met him when he first started as a professor. Michael's lips were full and soft as they danced with James', and James ran his tongue across Michael's bottom lip, asking for entrance. 

Abi slid forward on the chair as she continued to press two fingers to her clit. Watching the men run their hands over each other was enthralling, and she felt her body respond to the image, her wetness running down to dampen the chair. The image was everything she had hoped for: both men had removed their shirts and were running their hands all over each other's bodies as they passionately kissed. Abi took a moment to consider her former Music professor's body. 

He was shorter than Michael, but with much the same muscle tone as Michael's. He had less hair altogether than Michael, but Abi thought that a smooth chest might be a good new experience. He kept his face shaved, but a shadow of stubble was showing, and his light brown hair framed his face. His forearms and hands were two of his best features, but his crowning glory was his ass. It was incredibly shapely for a man's, definitely bigger than Michael's. It strained against his slacks, and Abi couldn't wait to see what it would look like strained around Michael's cock. 

Michael's cock hardened in his slacks as James pinched his nipples, and he ground his clothed shaft against James'. James took the hint and began to unbuckle Michael's belt, sinking down to his knees. James allowed Michael to strip off his pants, socks, and shoes, but stopped him when he hooked his fingers around his boxer briefs. Pushing Michael's hand away, James bent his head and kissed Michael's cock roughly through the fabric, eliciting a loud groan. Then, hooking his thumbs under the waistband, he pulled Michael's briefs down, allowing his cock to spring back.

When Michael had removed his underwear and thrown them forcefully out of the way with his other clothes, he felt James kiss the tip of his cock, dipping his lips into the precome that beaded there. When James took Michael's cock into his mouth, Michael threw his head back and groaned. 

"Fuck... oh, god..."

Abi moaned at the sound of Michael's pleasure, and at the sight before her. Her lover and teacher was getting his cock sucked by her former teacher and, she figured, also her lover. And he loved it. That was no secret; it was evidenced by the look on his face: the face he always made when he loved something she was doing. 

Abi plunged her fingers into herself as far as she could, pressing hard on her G-spot. She fought to keep her eyes open to watch the scene unfold in front of her. James had grabbed Michael's ass and taken his cock all the way down his throat. She could see him gag a bit as he stretched his lips around her boyfriend's cock, but the huge bulge in his slacks proved he loved it. 

Michael felt like his head was going to explode. He held onto the post on his bed for support because he was going weak at the knees. His head was thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut. His mouth was open, but no sound was coming out; it was almost like he couldn't breathe. Stars were appearing inside his closed eyelids; he couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that his best friend was sucking his cock, and he was about to come and shoot ropes of his seed down James' throat. But then he was abruptly dragged back from the edge.

"Michael, I want to see you suck his cock." 

When James pulled away from Michael at Abi's words, Michael's cock throbbed and he groaned loudly. He had loved sucking that dildo for Abi, and he couldn't wait to feel a real cock between his lips. 

"James, fuck, that was amazing..." 

James stood up and kissed Michael, allowing him to unbuckle his belt. Michael continued to kiss James as he undid his belt and slacks, and he kissed his way down the music professor's body as he knelt. His lips brushed over James' neck and collarbone, then made their way to his left nipple. 




Hot for Teacher Ch. 06



James' nipples were harder than Abi's, almost calloused. Michael figured his were like that, too. But as he swirled his tongue around his friend's peak, it pebbled and became even harder between his lips. He heard James let out a small moan, and he lightly pinched his other nipple before moving down his abs. 

Abi watched, eyes glazed over, as Michael pleasured her former professor, and she tried her hardest to hold her orgasm off. She wanted to see them come before she did, and at this rate, that moment was sure to come soon. She slowed her fingers and only lightly brushed her fingers over her clit, her wetness allowing her digits slide easily over her swollen bud. She was beginning to moan loudly at the slightest contact; she was incredibly turned on by the sight before her. 

Michael had moved past James' rippled abs, and James had removed his slacks, shoes, and underwear. His cock now stood at attention only inches from Michael's mouth, and Michael was breathing heavily, staring at the other man's shaft. James' cock was about an inch shorter than Michael's, topping out at 7 inches, and it was just as thick. His balls were larger, and Abi thought immediately about how amazing it would be to hold them in her hand, then take them into her mouth, one by one. 

Michael stared at the length that stood at the ready, level with his lips. He was about to take his best friend's cock into his mouth and pleasure it; he was about to give a blow job to another man. He had never thought he was gay or even bi, but the fact that what he was going to do would pleasure both James and Abi so much made him want to do it more than anything. So, reaching forward tentatively with his hand, he wrapped his fingers around James' cock, then took the head into his mouth.

As Michael's mouth found its way to his cock, James groaned loudly. "Uhhh.... Fuck, that's amazing, Michael."

His nails dug into his friend's shoulders, and he could think only of the pleasure he was experiencing. Michael's mouth engulfed most of his shaft now, and he sucked forcefully. It was like Michael was trying to suck the come right out of his cock, and the pressure felt amazing. Michael moaned lightly, and the vibrations around his shaft had James throwing his head back and groaning. Then Michael pulled back, swirling his tongue around James' throbbing tip. He cupped his balls, rubbing them lightly together, and then suddenly pressed a finger against James' anus. 

When Michael pressed a finger to his ass, James' knees almost gave out. Michael knew instantly that he had pressed the magic button, and he worked his wet finger slowly in. But suddenly, he felt James' hands pressing his shoulders away. He pulled his hands and mouth away reluctantly, and looked up. 

"What? Are you okay?"

James grabbed Michael's arms and dragged him onto his feet. He took the back of Michael's head and shoved it towards his own, their lips meeting in an eager and fervent kiss. Michael's cock grew at the passion in the kiss, and he grabbed James' ass, thinking about how amazingly full it was. When James pulled back, he looked straight into Michael's eyes.

"Fuck me, Michael. Now." 

Abi had been furiously rubbing her clit to the sight of her boyfriend shoving a cock down his throat and a finger up James' ass. She had abandoned the notion that she was going to be able to hold back her release until the men did. She had three fingers from her left hand feverishly thrusting in and out of her wetness, and her entire right hand was furiously rubbing her engorged gem. She was moaning loudly as the men kissed, and when James uttered those words, her orgasm overtook her. She screamed out her pleasure in the heat of passion. 

"AHHHH! Yes! UHHH! YES!!!" 

The men watched, entranced, as Abi's body convulsed, sliding down off the chair and onto the floor. Michael thought about how beautiful she looked. Her body shone with sweat, her hair was splayed behind her. Her breasts shook as she shuddered, and her face contorted in pleasure. When she finally quieted, she was sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest in front of the chair, one hand still wedged between her legs. Her chest heaved and her body shook almost imperceptibly. 

Michael spoke. "Damn." 

James looked at Michael. "Did I do that?" 

Michael opened his mouth, but Abi interrupted him. "Yes," she breathed. "Michael, I want you to fuck him like he said." Her chest rose and fell rapidly. "I need to see you two." 

Michael saw that her body was still shuddering, and he went to her, picking her up off the floor. He held her, pressing her body into his strong arms, and kissed her closed eyelids. "Breathe, love. Breathe."

When Abi had relaxed, he pulled back a bit and looked at her carefully. 

"Are you okay?" 

Abi nodded slowly. 

Michael took her face in his hands and said gently, "Sweetheart, you got yourself really worked up. I know that you enjoyed what you we were doing and I assure you, we were too. But you can't exert yourself like that. It worries me."

Abi looked down and quietly said, "I'm sorry that I worried you, mo ghrá. I will try to relax more next time."

Michael loved it when she called him that. It meant "my love" in Irish Gaelic, and his heart swelled with affection when she uttered it. He pressed her to him and whispered in her ear. "I love you, Leannán." 

His name for her was Scottish Gaelic, as she was Scottish. It meant lover, sweetheart, or the like, and it always made her smile. Their names for each other were personal and secret, and they were more precious because of it. Michael felt her smile into his neck. 

"I love you, too, mo ghrá. Now, if I promise not to get too worked up, will you take him? I want to see you do it... When you're dominant like this, it turns me on so much."

She felt Michael's shaft harden against her belly as he bit her lip lightly and said, "Yes." 

Sweeping her off her feet, Michael picked Abi up and set her back on the chair. "Remember: you need to relax. Don't exert yourself."

She nodded and settled into the cushions, pointedly looking at James to remind Michael that he was still there. Michael realized that James had since sat down on the bed, and he walked over to him. 

Sitting down on the bed next to James, Michael tipped his head to the side and devoured his neck. James moaned. Nipping at his earlobe, Michael whispered, "Are you sure you're ready?"

When James' ears picked up the question, he decided in an instant that he wanted to show him rather than simply answer. So he swung his leg over Michael, ending up straddling his lap, their cocks parallel and touching. He leaned his head and kissed his friend, taking both of their cocks in one hand and stroking them, together, up and down at a feverish pace. 

Michael groaned. "I'll—unnnhhh—take that as a yes..."

James continued to kiss Michael, but the taller man pulled away. Grabbing James' ass, he said, "Get on your knees."

James and Abi both moaned at the demand, and she watched intently as he climbed off of Michael and obediently got on his knees on the bed, thrusting his ass up in the air.

Michael turned and moaned at the sight before him. James' ass was perfect. It was large for a man's, but in a very good way. The way he was bent over exposed it in an incredibly lewd way; his puckered hole was just visible between the full cheeks, and it was tightening and loosening a bit as James raised his butt. Michael reached into his bedside table and brought out some lube. Pouring some into his hand and over James' ass, he lubricated both his cock and the shorter man's anus. He gently pushed two fingers in, and James' ass clenched around him. 

"Fuck... Unnhh..." Abi saw James' mouth open in pleasure long before he vocalized it. Watching Michael do this to him made her slightly jealous. Her cheeks clenched as she thought about what it would be like to have Michael's fingers inside her ass. 

James moaned as his friend worked two fingers inside of him, but suddenly, they were withdrawn, and he felt something much larger pressing against his ass. Michael had readied himself against James, and he leaned down, kissing his back. 

"Are you ready for me?" The question was whispered, murmured, barely audible. 

James pressed back, moaning. "Yes. Please. Yes."

Pressing one hand onto James' hip and the other on his shoulder, Michael thrust into him slowly; he felt his head pop in and both men nearly yelled their pleasure. 

"AHHH... Shit... UHHH..." James felt his ass clench rhythmically as Michael held back, allowing him to get acclimated to the feeling. He had messed around, sure. He had had fingers, vibrators, beads, and one rather large butt plug inside him. But never something this big. He felt like his ass was being ripped apart, but in an amazing way. He felt so full, but he needed more. 

"FUCK... Uuuhhh..." Michael dug his fingers into James' shoulder as he tried to hold back. All he wanted at that instant was to fuck James with all he had, to slam into him over and over until they both shot their come all over the bed sheets. But he knew he needed to be gentle with James, or he would hurt him, and then neither would get the finish they wanted. But just then, James pushed back on Michael's cock, pressing him a few inches further into his ass. 

Michael felt like his cock was being squeezed by a million hands, stimulated by a million touches, enveloped by a million tight, tight mouths. His jaw fell open and he could not hold himself back any longer. He took James hard, plunging deep into his ass like they were the only two into the world. 

The sounds were a symphony of grunts and whimpers, slaps and smacks, moans and growls as Michael slammed into James and Abi watched, stimulating her whole mound with both hands. 

James felt like his ass would never be the same. Michael was huge, even bigger than he was, and he had certainly never had anything like this inside him. But at that point, he didn't care. He could only think of how good it felt to be submitting to his friend, to have Michael pounding into him, to have his balls slapping together with the taller man's, to reach below him and jack his cock as his ass was split apart. After a few minutes of Michael thrusting hard, then slower, and hard again, James needed more.

"Michael... slap my ass."

"Ngghhh...Wait, what?" Michael wasn't sure he had heard his friend right.

James raised his voice and begged, "slap my ass. Please..."

Michael had heard right, and after a momentary pause, he obliged. 

When Michael's hand made contact with James' cheek, James thought he would shoot his load right there, without even having to touch his cock. The idea of being totally at the dominant man's mercy was almost too much. 

"FUCK! UUUNNNHHH.... AGAIN," James yelled. "Harder!" 

Michael slapped James' ass twice more, each time more violently. He moaned loudly as James clenched around him at the smacks. He was not a violent man, but he was dominant, and he loved fucking his friend. Suddenly he needed to kiss James. He didn't know why, but he needed it. So, withdrawing his cock, he went to push James to the bed and flip him over. As he withdrew, the sight of James' asshole gaping slightly and throbbing was almost too much. Pushing James down roughly and flipping him over so he was belly-up on the bed, Michael dived on him and pressed his lips to the smaller man's. 

As he held James' cheek with one hand and passionately kissed him, Michael reached down and pulled his leg up with the other. Then, positioning himself at the entrance to James' ass, he plunged into him once more. Both men groaned loudly into each other's mouths, and James bit Michael's lower lip lightly, eliciting another moan. 

"Fuck, James... FUCK." Michael began to piston in and out of James again, holding his leg with one arm and bracing the other against the headboard. 

James reveled in the pleasure and jacked his cock as he stared up at Michael. The taller man's muscles rippled as he moved back and forth, and his face contorted in pleasure. His eyes were squeezed shut, his lower lip slightly pushed out, and his teeth ground together. The sight was too much for him. He stroked himself faster and said to Michael, "Fuck... I'm... I'm going to come... FUCK..."

That phrase almost sent Michael over the edge, and he pulled his cock out of James' ass. Wrapping his fingers around his cock and squeezing it hard as he rubbed, he positioned himself so that he would come over James' belly, just as James would. 

Abi saw that the men were close to orgasm, and she walked over to the bed, her fingers furiously rubbing her clit. They groaned loudly, their noises rapidly rising to a fever pitch. 

"FUCK, JAMES! YES!"

"UUUNNHHHH... MICHAEL... FUCK!" 

Abi frantically ground her fingers into her clit and moaned out her pleasure, leaning on the headboard for support. Suddenly, James' hand stilled and he came, over and over, his mouth screaming his pleasure and his hand squeezing his cock. 

"AHHH!!! FUUUCK!!!" His seed pooled on his stomach, a blue-white puddle. 

Michael couldn't take it. He cried out and shook as he came, his come shooting out of his throbbing cock to land on James' chest. 

Abi cried out her own climax as she watched Michael's seed spill onto James. Her fingers plunged into her and she yelled their names, shaking uncontrollably. 

Abi collapsed with the force of her orgasm, and she landed on the bed, next to the two men. All three were breathing hard and shuddering, and it was only minutes later that any of them had controlled themselves enough to talk. 

Abi was the first to say anything. Propping herself up on her elbow to look at the two men, she said simply, "Thank you."

Michael and James looked at each other and then at Abi. Michael spoke first. "Are you kidding me, babe?" 

"Um... no..." Abi looked away, looking hurt.

"No, no!" Michael scooted over to her and took her face in his hand. "I meant that we should be thanking you." 

James piped up. "He's right, Abi. That was... amazing." 

Michael's eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned quietly. "It was more than amazing. It was incredible."

Abi looked sideways at him. "You aren't going gay on me, are you?" 

Michael chuckled deeply and kissed Abi's head sweetly. Pulling her close and kissing her ear, he whispered, "Of course not. You are always my best, Leannán. I love you."

Abi pulled back and smiled deviously. "Well then I want in." She dived on the two men and kissed back and forth between the two. "And now it's my turn to have attention showered upon me." 

The men smirked and James looked at Abi. "Be careful what you wish for..."

To be continued...



Hot for Teacher Ch. 07-08



Chapter 7

Michelle stirred in the bed, only to find that sometime during the morning her new lover Kim had already risen and was gone. Sliding out of the sheets, she stared in the mirror of the bedroom vanity. Her bronze naked form adorned only by the silver studded collar Susan had placed there the day before. As she studied the black collar, she noticed the red marks on her neck and breasts. It had been years since she had a "hickey" but there was no doubt about their origin. She remembered Susan sucking her neck while she was restrained.

As she gently rubbed her neck, she heard voices emanating from down the hall. The unmistakable voices of her mistresses Lisa and Susan. She padded down the hallway, her bare feet on the soft plush carpeting. She was becoming accustomed to being nude as Lisa required of her new lesbian in training.

The women were enjoying a cup of coffee at the dining room table when Michelle made her appearance. "Good morning sunshine," Lisa smiled.

"Where's Kim," Michelle asked back as she stretched her arms high over her head, her ample young breasts rising on her chest.

"She opened the salon today," Susan answered back. "She helps me down at my place on the weekends," she said as she took a sip of her coffee.

Michelle pondered, "I didn't know she worked for you."

"Well, part time. She's a photographer with her own studio. Does great work actually. Some of her clients are customers of mine. Gets some great personal portraits and event gigs from the women who come into the salon," Susan answered between sips of her coffee.

"Yea, and you've seen her work," Lisa cut in. She took those pictures of you at the conference."

A slight chill ran through as Michelle thought about the pictures she had seen from the conference. Her kneeling before Lisa, going down on her, the strapon cock penetrating her vagina. All in vivid detail from the photos. She had no idea who took them. They were the reason Michelle had agreed to meet Kim in the first place. The threat they would be published on the Internet or passed around school.

She was still caught up in her thoughts when Lisa cut in, "Get some breakfast pet. There's fruit, yogurt in the fridge, and coffee. Eat something. We have a full day planned."

Sitting down with a cup of yogurt and coffee, Lisa smiled at her young student, "So, Susan tells me you guys had a wonderful night out."

"Yes mam, we went to her place and had a nice massage and then a great dinner. She bought me a real pretty dress to wear. I had an awesome time," Michelle beamed looking over at Susan.

"I think you made quite the impression on the waitress," Susan smirked. 

Michelle blushed as she instantly knew what Susan was referring to. In front of a young waitress, perhaps in her mid twenties, Susan had placed her hand over Michelle's. At first it might have seemed an innocent gesture, but the collar around Michelle's neck gave an unmistakable signal Michelle belonged to this woman. None of this was lost on the waitress who seemed somewhat fixated on Chel's neck.

Susan ordered a few drinks for Kim and Chel and by the end of dinner, Michelle had lost any of her former embarrassment if she had been embarrassed at all. As the girl brought the check and Susan signed for it, she leaned over toward Michelle who sensed her. Turning, Michelle knew what she wanted and closed the distance as Susan kissed her on the lips, her tongue teasing, lingering for a second as Susan turned facing the flustered waitress who was clearly taken back.

Michelle had rarely ever demonstrated public affection but here she was in a crowded restaurant letting a woman kiss her full on the lips. Instead of shame, she enjoyed the stares she received as Susan wrapped her arms around her waist as they walked out the door.

"When you're done, I want you to go downstairs, shower, and then put the restraints on your wrists," Lisa instructed.

"My ankles too?," Chel asked.

"No, but select a plug, lube it up and put it in," Lisa added.

"The same one or bigger," the young teacher inquired.

"That's up to you sweetie," Lisa answered.

Michelle did as directed and washed in the shower in the basement, shampooing her hair, rubbing the soap along her arms, her soft firm stomach, her smooth hairless pussy. Running her fingers through her hair, it felt different with a good twelve inches or more cut by Susan the day before. But she had to admit, she loved her new look.

Drying off, she moved over to table with a variety of toys -- dildos, clamps, vibrators. She selected an anal plug a little bigger than the one Lisa had used on her the day before. She spread the lube, gliding it over the soft rubber cone as she parted her cheeks and slid the cool head in until it pulled itself in place.

She reached for the leather restraints and buckled one, then the other into place and took a kneeling position in the room under the chains which hung from the ceiling awaiting her two mistresses.

Michelle lost track of time as she knelt there, the plug buried up her ass, her nipples erect with excitement. It puzzled her how excited she was -- how much she anticipated what might come. While Lisa had whipped her the day before with her flogger and her skin was still smarting from the blows, she now fantasized about her mistress dominating her.

Her pussy tingled at the thought of feeling Lisa's whip.

Michelle heard the heels of the women's boots as they met the wooden steps of Susan's basement. Chel raised her head and was surprised to see the women dressed not in their leather corsets but naked except for the strapon cocks protruding from their slender waist. Lisa who had a smaller flesh colored cock took up a position behind the teacher as she hooked the restraints to a chain and hoisted her arms high above her head, stretching until it forced Michelle to lift off her heels putting her weight on her painted red toes. 

Susan had a much more menacing black cock, much bigger than Lisa's which swung back and forth as she took Michelle's face in her hands and forced her tongue into Michelle's yielding mouth. The young brunette sucked on her mistress's tongue, opening her mouth further, allowing Susan to explore unimpeded.

Susan pulled and twisted at Michelle's thick nipples as she hung from the chains, her arms held securely in place. Susan bit the girl's lip, gently at first and then with more pressure but Michelle, though wincing, never uttered a sound.

In the meantime Lisa returned with an assortment of items. Susan backed away, pulling on Chel's lip, finally letting it go as the girl moved along with her on her toes. Lisa attached one of the alligator clips on her right nipple, then her left as she hung a two ounce weight to a dangle, drawing the nipple sharply down across her breasts. 

"We're going to graduate you today to another ounce baby," Lisa cooed in her ear as she pulled gently at the weight hanging from her nub. Chel groaned but didn't cry out as the pain surged through her body.

"You like that baby?" Lisa whispered in her ear. "I love those little nipples. You have such nice breasts with your dark little nipples...and we're going to stretch those babies out a little."

"They are nice," Susan confirmed as she rubbed her finger over the tip of Michelle's tit, turning slightly white as the blood drained from the nub. "You know...they'd really look stunning with some jewelry. A nice piercing, a little gold hoop, or maybe a stud. Yea, a little gold stud," Susan chided as she continued to rub the tip of the nipple with her finger. Wetting her finger and then sliding the wet digit over the little cherry.

"You like Kim's piercings don't cha' sweetheart," Susan went on continuing to taunt Michelle, playing with her nipples, the weights still pulling sharply on both. "I've seen you playing with them. They turn you on. You like her piercings," Susan pressed.

Michelle felt the sting of Lisa's whip, "Answer her slut," her other mistress intoned.

"Yes mistress. I love her titties. I love her piercings. They're pretty," Michelle cried out as she rose up sharply on her toes.

"Would you like these pierced too?," Susan inquired, pulling on the little nubs.

Michelle bit her lip. She liked Kim's piercings, even thought a second about how they would look on her, but she wasn't prepared to get her nipples pierced.

The whish through the air signaled the impending blow that rippled across her tender thighs as she yelped this time, lifting off her toes momentarily. "Answer her," Lisa commanded. 

She was scared to answer. Her nipples pierced? The leather stung her ass again as the leather braids found their mark. Tears ran down her cheeks as she hung her head. "Yes mistress. If it pleases you I would. I would let you pierce them," Michelle cried.

"Ummmm," Susan purred hearing the response she wanted to hear. "Yes, these would look pretty with a little barbell. A gold barbell," Susan cooed. "You know if you were mine, I'd put my mark on you, right there," she gloated as she ran her fingers just above Michelle's shaved twat, biting on the young girl's ear.

"And then when you were out, ready to come out to all your family and friends, I'd have a tat right here on your lovely neck," Susan said as she bit lightly on the nape of Michelle's neck, still adorned with the hickey from previous day's bout of lovemaking. "Just so everybody would know what a little slut you were - my little lesbian slut."

Michelle's body trembled at the thought. While she should have been horrified, she knew she had never felt so excited. The thought of being owned by this woman, being her property, permanently tattooed where everyone could see she was a lesbian slut. The thought both terrified and excited her. She felt her pussy throb at the thought.

Susan sensed how worked up Michelle was becoming and removed the dangles and weights from her nipples, followed by the clamps themselves. The blood rushed back into the nips which had been extended, pale white against the darkness of her skin.

In the meantime, Lisa removed the slippery plug from her ass with a loud suction as the invader slipped from Chel's tight ass.

"Are you going to fuck my ass now mistress?," Michelle queried as she half turned to face Lisa who was fingering her lubed hole.

"Would you like that?" Lisa whispered back.

"Yes mistress. Fuck me, fuck my ass," Chel begged.

"I think we're going to have a little DP this morning. You know what DP is angel?" Lisa purred.

Michelle just stared back as Susan cut in, "She's going to fuck that ass and I'm gonna' take this pretty little pussy of yours." Susan ran her fingers over Chel's twat and then probed in between the wet engorged lips.

Michelle parted her legs encouraging both women to take her. She wanted them. Wanted them as she had never wanted anything before.

Lisa eased the head of her cock into Chel's back door as Susan replaced her fingers with the large black cock dangling at her waist. It was bigger than anything Michelle had ever fucked as it stretched her cunt.

"Fuck, that's big," Michelle groaned as Susan slid more and more of the large black cock between her pussy lips. 

"You'll soon be able to take much bigger," gloated Susan. All the while Lisa was inching the head of her cock in as it slipped between Chel's cheeks. Soon both women had their cocks buried in her holes as they pressed their breast against her hot flesh. 

Susan again kissed her hard on the lips, exploring her mouth as Michelle opened hers wide, letting the older woman explore at will. Lisa in the meantime was kissing her shoulder, running her tongue, her lips along the left side of her soft subtle neck.

At 5'11", Michelle was much taller than either woman but the high heeled boots Susan and Lisa wore almost closed that gap. The three women found a rythym as Susan and Lisa moved their cocks in and out of her holes.

"You like that baby, you like that cock in your ass?" Lisa teased as she nibbled on Chel's ear.

"Oh yes, I love it so much. It feels so good, fuck me, fuck my ass...fuck my pussy," she chanted as the two lesbian dykes worked her over. With each thrust, she rose up on her toes, settling back on the cocks that explored the depths of her pussy and ass.

Susan massaged Chel' breasts, teasing her nipples as she continued her soulful kiss, exploring Michelle's mouth, sucking on her lip.

Susan slipped her cock from Chel's cunt as she sunk to her knees, depositing her lips to the brunette's well fucked pussy, wet with her juices. Lisa then pulled the teacher's face to hers and placed her hungry lips to her mouth. This time it was Michelle who stuck out her tongue, waiting for it to be sucked into Lisa's greedy mouth.

Susan feasted noisily on Chel's juicy pussy as Lisa's hips slapped at Michelle's ass. 

"Fuck, fuck... fuck me. Damn, I'm cumming. I'm gonna' cum," Michelle exclaimed as the orgasm built and then ravaged her body. Susan licked the folds of her cunt, pressing her face against her crotch, sucking the hard little clit, as Chel bucked against her face. "Oh shit. That feels so fucking good. Eat me.. Oh eat me, lick my pussy," Michelle groaned as Lisa moved her cock in and out of Michelle's ass.

"Ummmm your little pussy is tasty. I love the taste of her little twat," Susan moaned between licks as she savored the juices of her young novice.

"Fuck me harder Lisa, please fuck me harder," Chel pleaded as wave after wave shook her to her very core until she sank down almost to her heels, the chain holding her tight, her arms held fast above her head as she shuddered with each thundering wave which climaxed leaving her limp.

Lisa slowly withdrew her member while Susan continued to plant soft kisses on the soft folds of her cunt, licking the moisture which still seeped from her dripping pussy.

"Did you like that angel?," Lisa whispered in her ear. "You like us both fucking you, taking you?."

"Oh yes mistress. That was so good. I've never been fucked like that before. That was fucking unbelievable," she sighed almost out of breath.

Lisa reached over and gently released the tension on the chain allowing Michelle's arms to drop to her side, her feet now flat on the floor as her shoulders drooped, her energy seemingly sucked from her body.

Susan now stood and kissed the girl softly on the lips as Michelle tasted her pussy juices still lingering on Susan's tongue. "I want you to rest up a bit. Go up stairs and rest," Susan instructed. "I've left some clothes for you on the bed. After you rest, we are going into my salon. I've made arrangements for you to spend time with Mickie this afternoon. She's going to show you how to give massages. She's one of my best girls, you'll love her," Susan gloated.

It took all the energy Michelle could muster as she climbed the basement stairs to the upper level. She headed down the hall to her bedroom and sunk down on the bed. The cool sheets embraced her worn body which had never been so thoroughly fucked. As Michelle closed her eyes, letting her body completely relax, she thought about the last three days.

She had been brought to Lisa's against her will, a devoted teacher, a steady boyfriend for nine years - and now all that seemed so long ago. She wasn't sure she was a lesbian but she knew one thing for sure -- she wasn't a straight girl any more and would never be content with a life without pussy.

She loved giving herself to the women and she loved licking their pussies, letting them fuck her like she had never been fucked before. Each passing day she knew she was becoming someone different. The Michelle that she used to be was fast becoming just a memory. She didn't know what the rest of the afternoon had in store, but she knew she would do anything she was asked. At least for the next four days she was Lisa and Susan's little slut -- their little lesbian slut and she loved it.

Chapter 8

It was a short trip to Susan's Salon and Day Spa where Kim was serving as the manager. Susan introduced Michelle to Mickie, a pretty Japanese lady in her late twenties. Mickie had long black hair and an absolute gorgeous figure but perhaps her most striking features were her sparkling eyes and bright white smile.

Mickie had Chel change into a pair of black staff shorts and a grey shirt with black sneakers. Susan met both before any appointments arrived. "Now this is extremely important, you are to follow Mickie's directions to the letter. I have two very loyal clients coming in and it will provide you great training but remember there's a very fine line between consensual and non-consensual touching," Susan said sternly.

"In both of these appointments my clients know you are interning but it is very important you pay close attention to what Mickie says. Do so, and you'll learn a lot in the art of pleasuring a woman." Susan looked very matter of fact and after her words seemed to register, she allowed a smile to cross her face, "Now, I want the two of you to enjoy yourself."

"You wait here. Mrs. Logan is already prepping in the steam room," Mickie said as she turned and walked out the door. Michelle studied some of the objects in the room, and reflected on Susan's comments, when Mickie reappeared several minutes later.

Mickie took Michelle down the hall opening a door to a darkened room, lit by several candles with the soft soothing sound of waves on a shore. There was the distinct smell of sweetness in the air from oils that were warming on the counter.

A woman was laying on a massage table, face down with her head resting in a halo supporting her face, a towel placed at her midsection with what appeared to be a towel with several flat rocks strategically placed across her lower back.

"Vickie, I have Michelle with me and she's training with us today. Are you comfortable?" Mickie inquired. "Very" came the soft muffled reply.

"Good, then we'll get started," Mickie answered.

Mickie raised Vickie's foot in her hand and began rubbing it, pulling on her toes and pushing on the soles and pads of her foot, all the while instructing Chel on the pressure points. Michelle was directed to emulate Mickie on the other side as she too began rubbing and massaging Mrs. Logan's foot and lower legs using the warm lotion in slow circular motions.

Mickie kneaded the calves and used her arms to rub the oil in before moving up to her arms and hands. Michelle was instructed to continue to work the woman's lower legs as Mickie rubbed oil into her back lowering the towel ever so much to gain more and more access to her torso.

"Would you like to flip now and allow us to get the front?" Mickie inquired as the woman flipped over with Mickie strategically holding the towel as to cover her most intimate part -- her vagina. No attempt, however was made to cover her large breasts with the pink nipples which capped off the tits.

Michelle's eyes grew wide as she took in the woman's chest but immediately directed her attention to her legs and feet. Mickie stood at Vickie's side as she rubbed scented warm oil into her shoulders, working around her breasts, careful not to actually touch the nipples as she focused up top and then worked to her stomach. She moved her hands to the woman's hips as she encouraged Michelle to knead the upper thighs.

Michelle was cautious and a little hesitant just how far between her thighs she should wander as she saw Mickie's fingers now rub over top of the nipples, slowing and ever so subtly drawing the nipples between her fingers bringing a distinct sigh from Mrs. Logan. After a few passes, Mickie told Michelle to leave them as she would finish up.

The young teacher exited the room slightly worked up herself from watching the slow seduction played out in front of her. She began a self directed tour of the spa until she spied Kim and made a dash to her where the two caught up on the day's activities.




Hot for Teacher Ch. 07-08



Thirty minutes or more may have gone by before Mickie appeared from down the hall announcing the second appointment. Chel made her departing comments to Kim and entered a room across the hall that was similar to the first. This one however played soft music in the background but the same scented oils filled the air. Another woman was stretched out on the table. This lady, taller than the other had a dark skin tone similar to her own.

Michelle noticed right off that Mickie had changed her outfit. This was a much more revealing top. She appeared to be braless under a black t-shirt that hung just under her breasts exposing her mid section. Michelle had to admire her firm taut stomach and her cute belly button. She also had satin black shorts with red trim and had opted for sandals versus the sneakers she had on with Mrs. Logan.

As both women massaged the woman's feet, Mickie introduced the lady on the table as Shannon although there was no official greeting back. Just soft sighs as the women rubbed her feet and thighs. Michelle commented on her dark skin as she held her foot in her hands.

Chel was almost startled when Shannon replied, "I'm quarter Cherokee. Get it from my grandfather who was full-blooded."

As Michelle continued the slow circular motions, Mickie started in on Shannon's shoulders and back, but this time taking a position in front of her client and bending over her head.

Michelle watched as Shannon lifted her face out of the cradle and set it down on the towels, her face inches if that from Mickie's shorts which seemed to move across her face. Mickie's strokes along Shannon's back were muck more methodical, and long versus the circular motions of before.

As Michelle moved her hands up kneading the woman's thighs, Shannon instinctively parted her legs. Michelle wondered if it was an invitation as she moved her fingers across the soft flesh of her legs drawing a sigh and then a comment, "That feels so good."

Encouraged, Michelle raised the towel up just a bit exposing more of the young woman's cheeks. As Chel rubbed the warm oil around the woman's thighs and buttocks, Shannon emitted sighs and low moans of approval. Michelle looked up to see Mickie smile and wink back at her signaling it was okay to continue down this path as Michelle let her fingers wander, pulling the cheeks apart, spreading the oil and squeezing the soft flesh of the woman's ass between her fingers.

"Let's do your other side now," Mickie said as the woman rolled over caring less about the towel which seemed to roll under her exposing her nakedness and a thin strip of pubic hair just above her pussy. Michelle's eyes were drawn there and she had to pull herself away as Mickie took the towel and pulled it free of Shannon's body discarding it on the counter. 

"Mickie was still taking up a position at the head of the massage table and now it became much more apparent to Michelle what the dress was all about. Each time Mickie moved to stroke Shannon's body, the bottom of her breasts were clearly visible under the top. Shannon's gaze was fixed on Mickie's orbs as they moved under the thin shirt as Mickie rubbed the oil into her stomach, her shoulders and then her breasts.

Michelle was getting completely worked up herself as she rubbed the woman's legs and slowly moved up to her thighs which again parted giving her plenty of access to the woman's vagina. Michelle wondered if she dared but allowed her fingers to move further and further down the leg drawing sighs and then the approval, "Oh, that feels so good. I need this so bad."

Michelle watched as Mickie moved over to the side, bending at the table, taking the woman's breasts in her hands, pulling gently on the oiled nipples which moved through her fingers. It was subtle, but Michelle saw Shannon's hand as it moved against Mickie's stomach, gently at first and then moving up until the hand was holding a breast.

Shannon was now unabashedly groping Mickie's breasts drawing moans from her as well. As Michelle's hands grazed the top of Shannon's mound, she moaned and spread her legs again. Michelle throwing all caution to the wind allowed her fingers to ease into the woman's fold, feeling her wetness.

She knew enough about what she enjoyed and immediately moved to the woman's clit with one hand as she probed and pushed her fingers up Shannon's twat. Shannon's right hand clutched the table before reaching out and rubbing Michelle's ass through her shorts. Michelle allowed herself to back up closer to Shannon to give her more leg. Turning she saw that Mickie had now placed her lips to Shannon's erect nipple and was sucking on her tit.

This was certainly pass the bounds of salon decorum and she wondered how long this type of activity had gone on between masseuse and client. With her hand, Shannon pulled Mickie's flimsy top over and off her frame, freeing her tits as Michelle saw for the first time Mickie's gorgeous breasts capped off by two small but very dark and erect nipples.

Michelle was working three fingers into the woman's cunt as she moved her clit in a back and forward motion as the wetness of Shannon's pussy made little squishing noises. Michelle wanted to dive between her legs and lap up her hot box but she wondered just how far they could take this. Obviously much further than she had even imagined.

As Michelle looked on, the two women embraced in a hot kiss as their breasts slid together, their tongues wrestling in an erotic dance. Michelle too was as horny as she could be watching the lesbian tryst taking place in front of her but she kept her mind focused on bringing Shannon off as her hips thrust up from the table to meet Chel's probing fingers. 

Then in a gasp, Shannon grabbed Michelle's fingers as if to shove them in as she came hard over and over again as her muffled cries were buried in Mickie's mouth as they continued their embrace. As Shannon slowly settled on the massage table, Michelle withdrew her fingers, and subtly brought them to her mouth, tasting the hot little Native American pussy juice. She saw that Mickie and Shannon were still resting their lips together, every once and a while moving them slowly, sucking on each other's lip as Michelle decided to give them space and made a hasty exit.

In a worked up state, Michelle made her way to the women's changing room, undressing and then to the steam room where she slumped against a wet tiled wall. Her pussy throbbed having watched the lesbian scene play out in front of her and being such a big part it herself. Her fingers found there way to her own box, exploring, probing the wetness as she rubbed her clit back and forth. Much like she had done Shannon just moments earlier.

Letting go of the towel, she opened it and hiked up a foot on the hot stone bench and began toying with her nipples, still slightly sore from the earlier morning's stretching with the nipple clamps. The images of Shannon and Mickie filled her head, only to be replaced with Susan as she fucked her with the strapon. She couldn't get the images of Lisa and Susan out of her heads, the clamps, the whip, the dildos which penetrated her asshole and pussy.

It had only been three days, but she felt she had already lived more sexual experiences in a weekend than she had her whole life. Her clit was engorged and her pussy wet as she rubbed back and forth, the wet heat of the room enveloping her body. She pulled her other foot up on the bench and opened her legs wider as she frantically pulled at her erect nipples and swollen clit.

If anyone would have walked in they would have received an eyeful but she didn't care. She threw off all caution as she madly stroked herself until she felt that familiar rush take her body in a wave of climax. 

As she returned from her high, she pulled the flap of the towel around her and slumped into the hot wall. But the images themselves did not necessarily recede and she thought about this morning with Mickie and the two women. As the sweat poured from her body, it eventually became too uncomfortable and she headed for a shower where she cleaned up and dressed.

As she was slipping back on the clothes she had wore when arriving Mickie appeared wearing the conservative attire she had on for the first appointment.

"There you are. I was looking for you. Kim's ready to take you home. I have a few more appointments but they are Shiatsu," Mickie related.

Seeing the puzzlement on Michelle's face, "Just not a training massage if you know what I mean."

"And what kind were we doing?" Michelle asked back.

"Swedish" came Mickie's reply, "Well for the most part anyway. Here this is for you." Mickie held out two fifty dollar bills. "Tip money. Vickie and Shannon are always good tippers."

"Are they both lesbians too?" Michelle asked taking the offering and depositing it in her shorts pocket. 

"Neither one are actually. They likely don't consider themselves bisexual. Just married women who don't get enough or in Vickie's case any at all and are looking for release." Mickey sort of shrugged. "We've never talked about it but I imagine they don't think of this as sex between women or cheating on their husbands. In Shannon's case she comes in about twice a week and each time she's looking not just for a great massage but she has needs... we all do really," Mickie smiled.

"That's wild," Chel shot back. "Are all your clients like that?"

"Oh no, not at all!" Mickie said as she walked over straightening some towels that fell over. "Some! Some look for that female happy ending but others are just here for the massage, to unwind. You get to know the difference."

"How do you know? How do you know when it's what they want?" Chel queried.

"Well, it's a lot of things really. You do have to be very, very careful. No one wants to get fired or the license threatened because you crossed the line," Mickie explained.

"But Susan wouldn't fire you would she? I mean she knows what you do," Chel interrupted.

"She would take the action she needed to protect the spa," Mickie smiled. "But she'd take care of me, I know that," she added. "But back to your question. Sometimes the clients are bold enough to ask for it but you have to be careful you're not being set up. Prostitution is illegal you know. Usually I am very selective and perhaps require a series of appointments until I am comfortable and that it is purely consensual."

"I also have a pretty good idea who my clients are, mostly referral, and not many new one's. Anyway, there's a great deal of chemistry, timing, the subtly body language when they tell you what they want either verbally or by their body. I guess you just know. Look Kim's waiting on you," Michelle added as she reached for her hand.

"One last question," Michelle asked looking her in the eyes. Mickie stared back, her gaze soft but penetrating. A sparkle in her dark brown eyes. "You're a lesbian? I mean, I know that's personal, but..." Michelle stammered.

"Yes sweetie, I am. Most of us here are," she grinned. "Two of our stylists are not. They're married girls and to my knowledge not even bi, and there are two men, one a stylist and the other works back here in the spa with me but both are gay. But none of that surprises you does it?"

"No, not at all. I'm sure Susan does all the hiring," Michelle added.

"Yea" Mickie grinned, "Hey I'd love to get together with you sometime. I mean not here. Just us two, that is if you are interested."

"Very," Chel shot back. "I'd like that very much." Their eyes did a dance looking deeply into each others. It was Michelle who made the move as she stepped toward Mickie and kissed her on the lips. Mickie immediately accepted hers and opened her mouth allowing Michelle to explore. Their lips slid together as both their arms wrapped tightly around the other.

Michelle was much taller than Mickie and she felt her breasts rub against her stomach. She wanted this woman and she knew whether this week or another she would have her. It was now Mickie's turn as her tongue pushed back into Michelle's. Chel opened her eyes as a close up of Mickie was in full view. Her wide slanting eyes were closed but Chel gazed at the olive complexion.

Mickie was very pretty with black hair that shined, soft and long as Michelle let her fingers run through it as she rubbed her back until Mickie began breaking away in a series of short pecks. "Look, I could do this all day but I have a client waiting. I would like to get with you, please call me. My card is up front and it has my cell."

Michelle placed a short kiss on her soft lips, "I will. I promise."

Mickie smiled but it was her eyes that capitaved Michelle as she turned and walked out that door. Michelle set her gaze on Mickie's ass. She had the most gorgeous ass and her short but toned legs. Chel couldn't believe how turned on she was with Mickie or how enraptured she got looking at women's legs, eyes, and ass.

Just days ago she never thought about looking at women. She had seen plenty of naked girls in school or at the gym where she and Denise worked out. But she never gave it much thought. Now she couldn't get it off her mind. She was consumed with the female flesh. It occurred to her that while she loved Kyle, she had never felt this way. Even the two other guys she had been with never brought out this kind of raw emotion.

As she stood in the silent changing room, she reflected on the last few days and the changes in her life. She was definitely not the same person any more. She had desires, needs that she never knew existed. Lisa, Kim and Susan had made her aware of things she never knew.

Just minutes ago, what she had done with Shannon, getting a total stranger off. Now the encounter with Mickey, she knew she wanted this woman in the worst way. Not just to make love to -- she wanted to go down on her, to savor her pussy. Perhaps fuck her little twat.

She pictured Mickey laying under her, accepting her cock, her little legs wrapped around Michelle's back as she worked the cock deep into her cunt. Over the last several days it had been Michelle who accepted the cock, who played the much more submissive role but she wanted to explore this new world. She wanted to take as much as be taken.

Her thoughts were interrupted as one of the female attendants opened the door with a load of fresh towels. Just out of the dryer, they smelled fresh as her attention was snapped back into place. She left the woman to her job as she went around to the front desk and Kim who stood with keys in hand giving last minute directives to a young girl at the desk.

Kim glanced over smiling at Chel and said a few more things about what needed to be done, appointments to make before turning with Michelle and walking out the door.

Not much was said until they were both seated in Kim's car. "Hungry?," Kim inquired.

"Famished," came Chel's one word response.

"Like Chick-fil-a?" Kim asked.

"Love it," Chel shot back as Kim started the car and headed down the road.

Michelle was quiet a few minutes as neither girl said anything. "Can I ask you a question?" Michelle asked breaking the silence. "Sure," Kim answered.

"How did you know? I mean you told me you were into guys too and all, even engaged. How did you know you were a lesbian and not just bi or something?" the young teacher asked as she turned looking at Kim. 

"You just know I guess," the attractive girl answered back. "With me, I couldn't get Susan off my mind. She made me feel like I had never felt before. I never knew anything was missing really because I had never experienced it. But once I had sex with another woman, I knew that, well, that's where I belonged."

"I knew I wasn't bi. I didn't really want to be with a man. I wanted, needed, the touch of a woman. Susan brought out feelings in me I didn't know I had but she showed me I felt that way not just about her, but women in general. Don't get me wrong, I love Susan, but I know Susan's not ready to commit to me or anybody else." 

"I'm okay with that," Kim went on. "I kind of like having one woman in my life on whom to depend but relationships with several. You for instance. I know you weren't exactly for this idea in the beginning but... well, it looks like you're really enjoying yourself."

"I am," Michelle confirmed looking ahead at the road. "When you met Susan, you didn't have all those tats. I mean that's something she's into. You did it because she told you to get them?"

Michelle saw Kim smiling and it seemed she was gathering her thoughts. "You're right. Not the first one. Never thought about it. But Susan, well, Lisa's into sort of the domination thing, B&D, you know the pain and skirting on the edge between that and intense pleasure. Susan's dominant but sort of in a possessing way. Lisa will eventually untie you or the red marks from her whip might disappear but Susan's tattoos are permanent reminders."

"And did it hurt, I mean it must have," Michelle pressed.

"You work out right? With your body you must," Kim said looking over. "Yea" Chel replied.

"Well it hurts, the training, the weights. The running and exercise all takes its toll but in the end, you get the look. I wasn't crazy about it at first but then I liked it. I liked it a lot. Actually Susan saw one on a client and liked it so much she wants me to get something similar, sort of a variation of it. A butterfly but the center is a little red heart. Wendy down at the shop is drawing it up and I'm going down there next week," Kim said.

"Really," Michelle responded. "You know Susan this morning said she was going to have me pierced."

"Did she?" Kim shot back looking over. "Not surprised. Scare you?"

"Yea, a lot. I mean I don't know. Want it hurt?" Chel questioned.

"Not bad. You've already experienced worse by Lisa. What did you say back to Susan?" Kim asked.

"Well, I said okay. I think I would have told her anything. Lisa had her whip out and, well shit, I would have said anything to keep from her hitting me again." There was a long pause. "Will she do it? Will she really have me pierced like that?" Chel asked softly.

"What do you think?" came the response back. There was a long pause in the conversation.

"Honestly," Chel said as her voice trailed off, now collecting her own words. "While it scares me... there's a part of me that wants her to. Is that crazy?"

"No, not crazy at all," Kim reasoned. "That's exactly how I felt and now, I love my piercings. I'd do it all over again even if she didn't ask me too." Kim looked over watching Michelle think about her words. "Anyway, I've seen how you look at mine. How you play with them. Deep down I think you want to. I think you want them... you just need to be forced to get them."

"Maybe" Michelle shrugged. 

"Besides, you really have the right nipples for it. Nice and thick. Mine aren't near as big as yours. Yours would look great with piercings," Kim added.

"Now you sound like Susan," Chel chided.

Susan had left instructions for the girls to fix dinner. Kim's signature dish was lasagna and when they arrived they changed and headed into the kitchen. For the first time in several days, Kim had Chel dress rather than walk around nude. While she remained barefoot in the house and went without panties or a bra, she slipped on some black satin shorts and a cut off sleeveless t-shirt that showed her belly. Kim was dressed similarly with red shorts and a white top.

They had been home for less than an hour when the front doorbell rang. Kim went to answer the door while Michelle opened the two a bottle of Zinfandel. As she poured the glasses she recognized immediately the voice in the other room. It was the redheaded waitress from the wine bar. The one that had slipped the drug into her glass last Friday night. Lisa took her jacket as Michelle overheard their banter about Michelle being in the other room.




Hot for Teacher Ch. 07-08



"Listen I can't stay but I did want to stop by," the girl said as Michelle entered the room with the glasses. The redhead stopped dead in her tracks, her voice faltering as she gazed at Michelle.

"Karen, you remember Michelle. Michelle, this a Karen, a friend of mine," Kim explained.

"I remember. You're the waitress from the bar I was at Friday," Karen felt a chill. She wasn't quite sure how to take that.

"You look, well you look so different. You've changed your hair, and it's more than that. I wouldn't have recognized you," Karen stammered on.

"Can I get you a glass of wine? I was just getting a couple of glasses for Kim and myself," Chel inquired 

"Sure, Karen responded. "Here take mine, I'll get another," she said as she handed one glass to Kim and the other to Karen.

Kim sat down in a chair and Karen took a position on a loveseat. Michelle surprised Karen when she took up a position next to her on the couch. Karen talked a little about the bar and stated she was actually headed in when she thought she might stop by just for a minute. In the back of Michelle's mind, she recalled that Kim had encouraged the redhead to stop by this week -- a favor for doing Lisa's bidding and spiking her drink which led to this whole affair.

Kim informed the girls that she need to check the pasta and disappeared in the kitchen leaving both girls alone. Michelle could sense the waitress was still uncomfortable, likely feeling guilt over the drink.

"Michelle," the redhead began, "About the other night."

"Its okay," Michelle interrupted.

"No, I feel I need to say something. I would have never done that but Lisa..." she started back.

"Karen, I know. Really, I'm okay with it. Actually more than okay. Don't get me wrong. I'm not encouraging you to spike anybody else's drink mind you but if you hadn't done what you did, well, I wouldn't be here now and I never thought I would say this but, the last few days have changed my life," Michelle said putting the girl at ease.

Kim who had stepped back into the room, listening to Michelle, cut in, "Show her Chel. Show her how you feel."

Michelle looked into the girls eyes and leaned in, her soft lips resting on Karen's until her own tongue pushed through the redhead's lips. Her hand slid behind Karen's head as she took the glass from her hand and set it on the table. Michelle then took her right hand and gently, subtly touched the redhead's breast through her shirt. Getting no resistance she started unbuttoning her blouse, tugging at it as she pulled the shirt free of the skirt. 

The shirt open now, Michelle's hands rubbed her side, the breast through her bra causing moans to emit from Karen's mouth that was still covered by Michelle's lips who sucked on her tongue and probed more forcefully with hers.

Michelle reached around and unclasped the bra, pushing both it and the shirt off Karen's frame leaving her shirtless as she continued to massage her breasts and now gently rolling a nipple between her fingers and thumb.

In the three days she had been with Lisa and Susan, she had always played the submissive role. It was always one of the other women who had made all the moves. Actually, that had been the case all her life. She had never been aggressive with any lover, but here she was seducing another woman. And she liked it! She liked taking control.

Her right hand slid under Karen's skirt as she continued to play with Karen's nipple with her left. Kim in the meantime sat back in the chair, hiking her legs up and digging the heels of her feet into the cushion. Spreading her legs she began to play with her own little button as she watched the lesbian scene unfold. She liked that Michelle was taking on the role of a "Top". She only wished Susan and Lisa were here to see it.

Michelle slipped off the couch onto her knees on the floor as she reached under Karen's skirt and hiked down the panties and bunching the skirt up to her waist. Michelle then buried her face between the girl's legs causing Karen to sound off. "Holy shit, Gawwwwwd," she moaned. "Damn your tongue feels so fucking good. Oh shit, eat me, lick my pussy. Right there. Oh fuck, right there. That's so fucking good," Karen groaned.

Michelle liked that she could make Karen feel like that. She backed away just a second to push two, then three fingers in her leaking twat as she returned to licking her clit, sucking, drawing the little button into her hungry mouth.

Karen was gushing juices and Michelle tried to keep pace licking them up. Michelle worked her over for several minutes until Karen begged to let her eat her as well.

Michelle slipped her shirt over her head freeing her massive breasts which drew wide eyed appreciation from Karen. Standing up she slid off her shorts and kicked them across the room as she grabbed the waitress's hands and pulled her down in a sixty-nine. 

The two girls went at each other's slits with abandon as Karen buried her tongue in Michelle's hot pussy. Kim in the meantime was starting to cum just watching and playing with herself as Michelle continued the oral onslaught. She spied the pink little butthole that moved up and down and easily slid up just enough to probe Karen's tart little asshole with her tongue.

Karen moaned loudly, pausing just a few seconds as she relished the feeling that shot through her body.

"Fuck, are you sure you weren't already a lesbian?" Karen groaned as the brunette ate her ass like an expert. "Nobody's made me feel like this in a long time. Fuck you're good," Karen said as she went back to licking Chel's tasty box.

Michelle began to feel Karen's legs shake as the wave of orgasm began to take it toll. Karen licked harder and faster, pushing her tongue as far into Michelle as she could as Michelle too began to shake. Both girls were thrashing now on the carpet, holding tight to each other with their faces buried between each other's legs.

Finally, all three were silenced as Karen slumped over and turned around to lay on top of Michelle's tired body. Their lips came together in a long and lingering kiss.

"I've been with a fair amount of girls before but you lick pussy like nobody's business girl," Karen said as she kissed Michelle over and over again on her face, licking up her own juices in the process. 

In just a few minutes Karen was saying her goodbyes and hurrying off to the wine bar. She was already late but she didn't care. That had been the best sex in some time.

"Look, we have supper to make. I'll get on the lasagna if you cut up the veggies for the salad," said Kim Both girls headed back in the kitchen, not taking time to redress. When Kim playfully slapped Michelle on the ass, the young teacher shot back, "Only do that if you're serious." They stared at each other for a second before Michelle placed a kiss on Kim's lips.

Michelle had crossed one more bridge. She was no longer just a submissive little slut to her mistresses. She was a little seductress now. She knew she could capture as well as submit and she liked to do both and soon she'd learn just how well she could do it.



Hot for Teacher Ch. 09-10



Chapter 9

Michelle, Susan, and Kim dined on a wonderful meal of lasagna, salad, and bread as the three sipped their wine enjoying their conversation about the day's activities. It had only been three days since Michelle had agreed to the terms Lisa and Kim had laid out to avoid the pictures of her, engaged in lesbian sex acts, from being revealed. She had been drugged, blackmailed, and forced to engage in non-consensual sex acts but now she was beginning to long for the sting of her mistress's whip. The soft caress of a woman's touch and the sweet smell of pussy.

The last three days had perhaps been the most exciting and fulfilling of her life and she wanted more. If she had been the unwilling victim before, she was now possessed and couldn't get enough of lesbian sex.

"Michelle was surprised this morning when I told her you were a photographer. After dinner, you should show her some of your work," Susan said to Kim as she brought the delightful red wine to her lips, her eyes sparkling in the soft dim of the candlelight. 

"Really? I'd love to show you," Kim replied looking at the young school teacher. As Susan cleared the table, the two girls went into the den. Michelle sat in a loveseat, the same couch that just hours earlier she had seduced the waitress from the wine bar. Michelle was transitioning from a naive and submissive heterosexual woman to a skilled lesbian seductress.

In a short period of time she had been introduced to pleasure spots on a woman that she had never known existed. She had learned first hand how pain could be pleasurable in the hands of a talented mistress. Most importantly she was learning things about herself - that she was not the same woman she had been on Friday. There was a new Michelle and she was fast closing the door on the previous version.

Kim brought over three leather photo albums, setting two on the table and opening the first. Michelle was transfixed as she gazed at the photos of women, some scantly dressed in negligees and lingerie. Most however, had nude women, lounging in bed sheets, on furniture, or outdoors.

The women were various ages, some seemed to be in their thirties or forties while others could not be much older than eighteen or nineteen years old. The second album had more photos of women together, in various sex acts, kissing, fondling each other. Michelle felt her nipples harden at the photos of women holding each other in their arms, captured in a lover's embrace. They were erotic but loving, innocent yet captivating.

As Susan walked into the room, she sat down in a chair directly across, still sipping on her merlot. "Show her that album hon'. That's the one she needs to see," Susan smirked as her finger pointed in the direction of the last album. Just the mention sent Michelle's eyes to the soft leather book sitting on the table.

Kim hoisted it up and laid the heavy album across her lap. As she opened the first page, Michelle saw already what Susan was alluding to as a petty brunette woman was held tightly by chains. She recognized Susan's rec room downstairs immediately. It was a playroom that she had become very familiar with over the last couple of days. She didn't know the bound woman but Susan herself was unmistakable, captured with a whip in her hand as she disciplined the woman.

The woman was naked and had a ball gag in her mouth. She had seen this device among the toys downstairs on the table. She had clips on her nipples with a chain that went across her chest. Even in a picture she could make out the dark crimson welts that betrayed her mistress's whip on her thighs and across her ass.

Her own pussy tingled at the thought. Initially the sting of the flogger hurt as each strand of leather teased her flesh sending signals from the nerves to her brain. But in the hands of Mistress Lisa, the pain was replaced by a wicked intense pleasure that bombarded her little clit.

Susan had never wielded the whip with her, but here was photo after photo of her disciplining young girls and even older women. 

The women were whipped or experiencing some other type of punishment to their nipples or vagina. There was everything from candle wax to strapons and the camera captured it all as submissive women were photographed in every imaginable position.

Perhaps the most stunning was a picture of a young blonde, kneeling in what appeared to be a bathtub with Susan and Lisa standing over her, her face tilted up. Michelle stared and couldn't believe her eyes but the photo was very clear. The two women standing over the young blonde were peeing on her. A stream of Susan's urine was bouncing off her chest and erect nipples as Lisa soaked the young girl's hair which was just beginning to mat around her face.

"They're not...." Michelle started before she was interrupted.

"Yes," came Kim's one word response. "That's Katherine, she goes to school here in town."

"Holy shit," Michelle breathed as she was totally entranced. She had never seen anything like it, never even thought about it. But here was a woman giving herself totally over to Susan and Lisa. She wondered silently if they would ever do something like that to her. How would she react? 

"There's another album. Show her the new one you were putting together," Susan interrupted as Kim moved the album over to Michelle's lap. Kim walked over to a bookcase filled with a few more bound books as Chel turned the page of the album she had on her lap.

There were more pictures of Katherine as she knelt on her knees licking Lisa and another with Lisa fucking her pussy with a strapon as she was pictured having oral sex with another woman. Katherine appeared to be nineteen or twenty at best and was very pretty with short blonde hair and an hourglass figure. Michelle noticed a tattoo on the girl's lower back and was drawn to it. It appeared to be a black panther or some such animal with a silver studded collar.

She reflexively reached up to her own neck feeling the collar that Susan had placed there a couple of nights ago. When she cut and styled her hair, after the waxing of her pussy and ass, she had placed a silver studded collar around Michelle's neck instructing her not to take it off. She had worn it ever since to the dinner, massages, removing it only by permission to shower and then putting it back on. She had even slept in it. Now here was a picture of a similar collar in the picture.

She wasn't sure of the significance until Susan, seeing her fixated on the pictures of Katherine chimed in. "We call her Kat. She's a delightful angel. Reminds me of you in a way. Maybe you two can meet," she purred.

Kim returned with a smaller book and handed it over to Michelle taking the other from her trembling hands. The pictures had aroused her and she felt herself getting worked up. But she was unprepared for the sight inside as she opened the album to find pictures of herself. They had obviously been taken the night at the conference. There she was in various states of undress as she stood in Lisa's arms.

The pictures were similar to the one's she had seen on her computer, but these were different. There were photos of her kneeling at Lisa's feet, removing her panties, licking her mound, and sucking on the older woman's breasts. The very thought that these images captured her first moments as a lesbian, the first pictures of her kissing another woman, going down on her first pussy, made her cunt wet. 

"You know you photograph well," Kim smiled as Chel turned the pages of one graphic picture after another. "Like Lisa said, you can have all these back after Friday. But I loved taking them. You're so sexy," Kim said as her hand closed over Chel's on the book.

Michelle looked up and leaned over and kissed her lover on the lips. It was a short but passionate kiss. "I'd like copies but you can keep these. It's exciting to know I'm in your collection."

When Michelle had turned the page on the last picture, Susan announced she was ready for bed and stated that Michelle would join her in the bath and then demonstrate what she had learned from Mickie the masseuse earlier that day.

Susan had a large Jacuzzi tub and the women relaxed as the jets sent warm water rushing over their skin. Then it was on to bed where Michelle gave her first solo massage. She capped it off with her tongue as she gave Susan a nice tongue bath. When Susan flipped over on her back, she playfully reached up with her foot and traced Michelle's breasts and her nipples with her toes.

Skillfully she pinched Chel's nipples between her toes and when she had secured it, she pulled gently drawing a moan from Chel. When she raised her foot to Michelle's lips, the young teacher instinctively kissed her big toe. She drew it into her mouth and closed her lips on it as Susan purred her approval.

She had never thought about the foot as an erogenous spot before but now she found herself kissing, licking, sucking on Susan's pedicured toes. Sucking on them as if they were little cocks. Susan moved the other foot to her lips until they too had been pampered by Chel's hungry little mouth.

But Michelle had bigger things in mind as she moved up Susan's legs and settled on the prize between her thighs. Susan's pussy was delicious as she buried her face in her mistress's wet box. Encouraged by Susan she licked and probed with her fingers and tongue.

"Eat me, lick my pussy. Suck on my clit you dirty little dyke," Susan barked.

Michelle picked up the pace. The dirty language, being referred to as a lesbian, a dyke turned her on. Just a few days before she had never given any thought to sex with another woman. Now she couldn't imagine sex without a woman. She loved the taste of pussy, the touch of a woman's tongue on her clit.

A woman was so much softer, gentle. She reached out and interlocked her fingers with Susan's as she pressed her face hard between the woman's thighs, sucking madly on her clit.

It pleased her that Susan was enjoying so much pleasure as she reached between her own legs and rubbed her clit.

"That's right. Play with yourself as you eat me. I want us to cum together," Susan groaned seeing the young teacher rubbing her fingers in her bare box. "You like that pussy don't you baby. You like the taste of another woman?"

"Oh yes, I love it. I love your pussy. I love eating your pussy," Chel said back in between mad licks of her hot cunt.

"Yea, you've become a talented little lesbian. Lisa wasn't sure at first you would accept what you are, but you are, aren't you baby... you're one of us. You love pussy, you crave pussy, you have to have it. There's no going back for you now is it hon', you're a lesbian just like me, and Kim, and Lisa. You'll always be one... that's what you are now," Susan chanted as Chel worked her clit with her tongue.

"Yes, I'm a lesbian. I'm a fucking lesbian. That's what you've made me. All of you have made me...that's what I am now," Chel groaned as she smashed her face harder between Susan's thighs, her own fingers now plunging into her dripping pussy.

Susan let go of her hand as she grabbed her by the hair, smashing her hard into her thighs as her legs closed over the girl's face almost suffocating her. Susan came hard and released her grip only to pull the young girl up her chest until they faced each other. Susan kissed Michelle, the young girl's mouth yielding to her tongue which explored her freely.

The older woman slid a leg between Michelle's and allowed their pussies to rub together, sliding as if one as her right hand cupped Michelle's ass cheek and pulled her in. Michelle could feel the heat of Susan's cunt on hers as well as the juices which dripped down her bare thigh.

Michelle sucked on it as their lips rubbed together in a passionate embrace. Michelle felt so loved, so right as Susan's arms held her tight. She had admitted to Susan she was a lesbian and she had no doubt herself. She loved Ryan. He meant the world to her but somehow she knew things could never be the same. She had experienced what it was like to be with a woman and she didn't want to go back to a man. No man could ever make her feel like she had with Kim, Susan, and Lisa.

Susan reached over and flicked off the lamp on the nightstand as darkness filled the room. Michelle nestled her head between Susan's soft breasts. She could feel the pointy nipple against her cheek as she moved slightly and positioned it to her lips. She sucked on it gently as a soft moan of approval slipped from Susan's mouth.

She wondered if it could always be this way. She had never been happier. Even if it meant people at school finding out, perhaps losing her job, she would prefer that to life without the touch of a woman. She knew there was no turning back now and soon her boyfriend, her friends and her family would know about her lifestyle decision. She would tell them. She wasn't afraid. In fact, she could not be happier as she closed her eyes and fell asleep in the arms of her mistress.

Chapter 10

Michelle woke to Kim's voice, "Rise and shine sleepy head. Damn, don't you look sexy...wait..." she said as she shuffled out of the room and returned seconds later with her camera.

"No, don't I must look a mess," Michelle sighed as she pulled the satin sheet over her head.

"Are you kidding, you look really good. Look at me," Kim shot back.

Michelle removed the sheet and looked at Kim who began moving around the room with her camera. "Lower the sheets. Show me a little."

Michelle laughed and then lowered the sheet just to the tips of her breasts and then teasingly dropped it as if to flash her. Kim's camera clicked away as Michelle rolled over the sheet, sticking out her foot and leg.

"That's it, tease me, give me just a little at the time," Kim instructed.

Michelle who was playing at first begin to take it a little more seriously as she raised up exposing her breasts, then pulled the sheets tight between her legs, exposing more and more of herself until she was fully naked lying in the mass of white bedding.

She stared back at Kim as she cupped her large breasts in her hands, teasingly, slowly she brought a nipple to her mouth.

"Fuck, that's it. That's a girl. I love it. Seduce me, make me want to attack you," Kim went on as Michelle sucked on her own nipple and then let a finger slip between the wet folds of her bare cunt. Kim in the meantime was moving all around the bed taking picture after picture as Michelle raised up on her hands and knees and looked back over her shoulder. Her fingers opening her vagina, exposing herself to Kim and her camera.

Michelle had a delicious ass and she dropped her back raising her cheeks high in the air before she rolled over opening her legs wide playing for the lens until Kim could stand it no longer. She set the camera down on the vanity and slid on top of Michelle as they met in a long lingering kiss.

"You are wicked, you know that?" Kim whispered as she kissed the girl all over her face.

"Yea, well you made me that way," Chel answered back.

"C'mon, get up. Susan sent me to get you. Lisa's on her way over and Susan wanted you to get a bite before we get started," Kim said before slapping the girl's naked butt.

"Get started on what? What do you have in store for me today?" Michelle retorted.

"I'm sure those two have plenty," Kim responded back.

Michelle started off down the hall behind Kim. She didn't bother to slip on a t-shirt or robe as she would likely be naked later anyway. She poured herself a coffee and grabbed a strawberry yogurt out of the fridge joining Susan and Kim in the dining room. There was just a bit of small talk before all three heard Lisa's car pull up in the drive and seconds later her mistress walked through the door.

The girls sat around having breakfast and catching up on the previous day until Lisa instructed Michelle to go downstairs and prepare for them. She understood this meant to put on her restraints as well as choose an appropriate plug for her ass.

Michelle was surprised when Susan and Lisa walked down the steps wearing what they had on for breakfast. She expected either the leather corsets or maybe even the strapon. Instead, Lisa appeared to be dressed for work but she still took time to fasten the chain to the wrist restraints and pulling her arms over her head.

Instead of the weighted nipple clamps, Susan chose a pair of clamps that had a vibrator in it and attached it instead to her erect little nubs. Susan then slipped off her top leaving her in a pair of thong panties exposing her breasts and her own nipples which were beginning to harden.

Michelle glanced over and saw Kim taking a position a few feet away. Her camera in hand, this time to take pictures of Michelle being disciplined. Chel's pussy twitched at the thought of her torment captured on film. Her photos would join the others in Kim's album. Other women would likely see her body teased and taunted by Mistress Lisa's whip. Her nipples tormented and stretched by Susan.

Lisa retrieved her flogger, her preferred instrument of pain with Michelle. She swished the whip allowing it to crash against her pants leg, again and again as she walked around Michelle. "So Susan said you confessed something to her last night. You want to tell me about it," Lisa asked.

Michelle's gaze was fixed on Susan and she knew exactly what she was talking about. "I told Mistress Susan that I was a lesbian. I know now that's what I am," Michelle said back, her eyes never leaving Susan's.

"Are you sure? Are you sure you're not bi or something. Some girl who prefers women but still likes little dicks" Lisa shot back.

"No mistress, I'm sure," Michelle answered.

Michelle heard just a warning swish before she felt the sting of the leather braids across her ass. "How do I know you're not lying. Lying like you did last Friday. Just saying what you thought I wanted to hear," Lisa demanded.

The piercing whack of Lisa's whip was met by the clacks from Kim's camera as frame after frame advanced.

"I am not lying but Mistress can beat me more if she likes. My body belongs to you. You may treat it as you wish," Michelle said as faced the camera staring into the lens.

Lisa was standing behind the young teacher and was taken back by the response. She wasn't quite prepared for Michelle to give in so completely, so quickly. "So you are sure you are a lesbian. Not some chicks who still gets their kicks on an occasional little prick," Lisa questioned.

Michelle simply nodded. "And what about this boyfriend of yours. Is that over?," Lisa asked directly.

"I love him but it's a different kind of love now. Like you have for a brother or a friend. I know what I am and I can never be what he would want. I'm a lesbian now and always will be. There will always be a place in my heart for him but I'll never be with him again," Michelle added.

"That sounds definite. And what is it you want?" she asked walking around the girl to face her.

"I want to belong to you. I want to continue to be with you. With Mistress Susan and Kim. I've never been happier," Michelle said, tears starting to drop from her eyes. 

"You understand pet that Susan and I have lots of young girls like you. I would be happy to add you but there are many already. However, I would be happy to continue in our training. Is that what you would want?" Lisa said as she brushed the tassels of the flogger across Michelle's nipples.

"Oh yes mistress. I would like that more than anything. I would do anything you asked," Michelle said, the tears now streaming down her cheeks.

"Very well, but understand we have many conditions and our rules may seem harsh but they are the price one pays to be our little lesbian slut and that's what you want to be, isn't it?" Lisa purred.

"Oh yes mistress. I want that more than anything. I will do anything you ask," Michelle shot back.




Hot for Teacher Ch. 09-10



Lisa touched Michelle's cheek and immediately the girl moved her lips over to kiss her fingers. "To prove your abiding devotion to me, you will be asked to seduce another woman. Maybe a friend of yours or someone you work with. But she must be straight. Some girl or woman just like you. You must turn her. She must come to appreciate and enjoy the lesbian lifestyle and having done so, you must bring her to me. Do you understand what I am asking," Lisa inquired.

"I do. I know what I have to do," Michelle acknowledged.

"Yes," Lisa purred, "and do you already have somebody in mind?"

"Maybe," Chel hesitated. "I have a friend, another teacher I am close to. I think I'd like to seduce her. I think she would be perfect."

"This teacher... is she pretty?" Lisa inquired.

"Really pretty. You've met her. Denise. Her name is Denise. She was at the teachers conference with me," Michelle explained.

"Oh yea, I remember her. She is pretty. Is she single?" Lisa inquired.

"Well, she goes out occasionally but she's sort of shy and doesn't see many guys," Michelle added.

"And have you ever seen her naked? You've obviously never been with her," Lisa taunted.

"No, but we work out occasionally together and yea, I've seen her in the dressing room and stuff. I mean I never stared her down but yea, she's nice," Michelle punctuated.

"Nice enough that you'd like to seduce her. Have her eating that little pussy of yours," Lisa said as she brushed the flogger against the girl's smooth pussy. "Maybe fucking her yourself. That's something we haven't worked on yet isn't it. We haven't actually had you fucking anybody," Lisa laughed as she looked back at Susan.

"Tell you what we're going to do. You and Kim are going out shopping today. We're going to get you some new outfits, something a little bit more complimentary of that figure of yours and tonight we're all going dancing at a nice bar I know. You can practice up on your seduction techniques there. You'll pick somebody up and bring them home. Just the two of you," Lisa smiled.

Lisa surveyed the look of anxiety on Michelle's face. Don't worry angel, it's a lesbian bar. It'll be like fishing in a barrel. Your problem will be figuring who not to bring back here. Now, I've got to get to work. She's all yours ladies," Lisa said handing the flogger off to Susan.

Susan and Kim took turns fucking Michelle with a strapon before they finally released the girl from the restraints. She was thoroughly exhausted from the fucking of her ass and pussy.

When Susan had finished, she instructed Kim to take Michelle out shopping and then meet her and Lisa at "Tantras" at nine. Tantras was a Gay and Lesbian bar in Raleigh that Lisa in particular liked to frequent.

Kim took Michelle to one of the women's specialty stores that Lisa had requested. She tried on several outfits but the one Kim chose for her was a leather miniskirt which accentuated her gorgeous legs. Lisa had instructed the girls to put everything on her personal account and she had Michelle try on some boots with a serious spiked heel that came up to her knees. The white blouse was rather opaque on the sleeves and plunged down in the front showing much of Michelle's ample cleavage.

After picking up a few more items they rushed home, took showers, changed and headed out for Tantras. Michelle was nervous when Kim pulled up. The parking lot was already beginning to fill up and Michelle knew the ride home would be much different than the ride there.

Kim paid the cover and walked up to the bar buying both girl's drinks. Michelle was stunned when she saw that the overhead neon lighting caused her breasts to show through the sheer white garment. Kim had been direct when she instructed Chel to wear the top and skirt without undergarments now leaving her breasts exposed to the lighting.

She assumed the special effects were intentional and swallowed hard on the vodka tonic that Kim had ordered. In short time she had downed her first and was requesting a refill.

The boots made her already 5'9" frame that much taller as she stood out among many of the women there. She noticed there were guys in the club as well but certainly the female patrons outnumbered the guys three to one.

Michelle was just beginning to feel comfortable between the alcohol and the beat of the music when Kim spied Lisa already at a table enjoying a conversation with a woman. As Michelle and Kim moved through the crowd, a very attractive brunnette grabbed Kim by the arm.

"Kim, I thought that was you. It's been so long, how are you?" the young girl gushed as she hugged Kim tightly as the two gave each other a quick kiss on the lips.

"I'm great! It's fantastic to see you too! Oh, Michelle this is Taylor. Taylor, this in my friend Michelle..."

To be continued in chapter 11.



Hot for Teacher Ch. 11



Taylor Young may well have been the most attractive girl Michelle had ever met. She was instantly and totally smitten. Taylor, a rising junior at North Carolina State, stood 5'4" with long brown hair down her back and big brown eyes.

"Hi," Taylor said as she held out her hand for Michelle, her bright smile and pouty lips drawing Michelle's gaze.

"Hello," Michelle struggled as she took the young girl's soft hand in hers.

"You here with anyone? Is Kat with you?" Kim asked. The name immediately snapped Michelle back to attention. Kat -- Katherine, the girl from the photos last night.

"No, she went home for break. I'm here with some friends from school," Taylor explained.

"Susan and Lisa's here tonight. Come say hello. I know they'd love to see you," Kim begged as the young girl looked over her shoulder, perhaps seeing if her friends were close by.

"Okay. That'd be great," she answered following Kim and Michelle as they made their way to Susan and Lisa's table. The women enjoyed a few rounds of drinks as Kim and Taylor caught up on lost time. Michelle simply listened and gathered that Taylor was Katherine's roommate from school and obviously the two were an item. What she didn't know then but would find out later in the evening was Taylor had been seduced by Katherine at Lisa's instructions. Much like Lisa was requiring of Michelle.

Lisa couldn't help but notice that Michelle was totally enchanted by Taylor and the older woman pulled Michelle close and suggested she ask the young coed to dance.

Michelle looked out on the floor to see quite a few women dancing with each other as well as a few guys dancing with other guys. Taking Lisa's suggestion to heart, she waited for a break in her conversation with Kim and asked the sultry brunette if she might want to dance. Michelle had never danced with another girl but was thrilled when Taylor turned with a smile and said, "Sure!"

Michelle was fascinated as Taylor moved her small frame with the beat. She was only a 34C but she moved her chest and body in a slow rhythm with the music. Occasionally she turned her back to Michelle and seemed to move her ass against the school teacher. Michelle could feel her nipples hardening and looked down to see them poking through the sheer fabric of the top, almost transparent under the neon lights of the dance floor.

As Taylor turned, she couldn't help but notice Chel's erect buds, almost at eye level for the smaller girl. She just smiled and reached out to place both hands on Michelle's hips. She drew Michelle in and rubbed her own denim covered crotch against Michelle's leather skirt.

Michelle wanted her, desired her in a way she had never desired another person and when the song ended both walked back to the table. Taylor reached for Michelle's hand, taking it, and leading her back to the seat. Michelle quickly finished the drink she had and motioned for the waitress to bring another as Lisa begin asking about Katherine. It was very obvious that Lisa was very fond of both girls.

When the band began a slow song, Michelle again asked Taylor for a dance and was again rewarded as they both headed to the floor. Taylor had been wearing sandals and abandoned them under the table walking out to the dance floor barefoot. Michelle couldn't help but notice the French manicure of her toes, the little white ends contrasted brightly with the rest of the nail under the neon lights.

As soon as they reached the floor, Taylor leaned her head down softly on Michelle's shoulders much like Michelle herself had done a hundred times with Kyle. She felt weird at first leading but eventually felt more comfortable as she held the young student in her arms, pulling her tight. Taylor's perfume, Tommy Girl, was sweet and Michelle rested her chin on the top of Taylor's head. 

Taylor had her hands planted on the back of Chel's tight leather skirt until the teacher felt the hands slip lower, down to her bare legs and then ever so subtly under the flap of the dress, resting on Michelle's bare ass. Taylor was now clutching, rubbing Michelle's cheeks and Michelle was getting more and more turned on as she thought about what she'd like to do with this angelic little vixen.

"The girls you're here with, are you with one of them or did you just come together," Michelle was brave enough to ask.

"We just came together. I'm not really with anybody," she looked up, staring back into Michelle's longing eyes.

Both girls swayed to the music, their eyes locked, until Taylor moved her head up as their lips came together. Taylor had the softest lips Michelle had ever kissed. They were like two fluffy pillows as her lips parted inviting Michelle in. Michelle was not about to disappoint as she moved her tongue slowly, but forcefully between Taylor's lips. Michelle now was grasping Taylor's ass through her blue jeans, pulling her closer as they kissed on the dance floor, still moving back and forth with the music. 

When they parted, Michelle wasted little time, "Tell them you have a ride home. I want you to go home with me."

Taylor just looked at her for a second and then kissed her again as they returned to their embrace on the floor until the music ended. As the next song began, Taylor indicated she'd be right back and Michelle headed to the restroom and then back to the table.

"Where'd Taylor go?" Kim inquired.

"She's letting her friends know she's going home with us," she answered back confidently as she picked up her drink taking a few swallows of what was left of her vodka tonic.

Minutes later Taylor returned and the women had a couple of more rounds before Kim said she, Taylor, and Chel would head on back to the house leaving Susan and Lisa at the club. 

Taylor and Michelle sat in the backseat for the ride home as they continued where they left off on the dance floor with each kissing the other. Taylor snuck her hands under Michelle's skirt and explored her shaven pussy, feeling Michelle's already wet cunt as Chel groped the girl's tits through her shirt. It was a good thing it was only a 15 minute trip or both would have stripped completely in the back seat.

Kim gave the girls plenty of space even though she was tempted to join in as Michelle practically drug Taylor down the hall. Michelle took charge as she pushed Taylor down on the bed and pulled the tight jeans over her lean legs. Chel was delighted to find the girl was pantiless like herself and she too shaved her little pussy bare.

Michelle thought she had the most beautiful pussy she had ever seen as she collapsed on top of her, beginning to unbutton her top and then reaching around unclasping the bra. Michelle had never undressed a girl before but she made short order of Taylor as Chel slipped both of the garments off leaving her naked on the bed.

Taylor had small but round breasts with pert pink nipples that Michelle drew into her hungry mouth and sucked on before she stood back up and removed her leather skirt and her own blouse. Sitting on the bed she unzipped each boot, pulling it and a pair of thin socks off leaving her naked as well.

Michelle positioned her body over Taylor's and again began kissing her lips, sucking on her tongue until she scooted down her neck, her chest to her breast where she again sucked on the little nipples, drawing sighs from Taylor who stroked Michelle's hair.

"Oh that feels so good Michelle. Suck my titties," she groaned as Michelle let a hand wander down, parting Taylor's lips which had already moistened under Chel's oral attack.

Michelle wanted the main prize and moved down to run her lips up and down Taylor's satin smooth vagina, dipping her tongue in, savoring the juices that she lapped up. "Oh fuck yea, eat me. Lick my pussy, that feels so good, I love you eating my pussy," Taylor moaned as Michelle dove deeper and deeper.

Taylor was soon returning the favor as she had Michelle sit on her face. Michelle had not done that before and she played with her breasts, pulling on her nipples as Taylor licked her pussy. Taylor spread Michelle's lips wide apart as she sucked and nibbled on Chel's little button.

Michelle was riding Taylor's face, loving the feeling of the little lesbian eating her until the familiar shaking of her leg signaled her impending orgasm. Taylor seemed to go into overdrive as she sucked madly on Michelle's clit, tonguing wildly as the young teacher bucked and thrashed on her mouth until she came and then collapsed exhausted beside her.

"I want you to fuck me. Fuck me Michelle," Taylor begged.

That was one thing Michelle had never done. She was always the bottom, always enjoying the cock between her legs.

"I don't have a cock," Michelle replied sheepishly. "You know a strapon. I've never done that," she said somewhat softly.

Taylor just looked over and then with a quick kiss, said "I'll be right back."

True to her word, Taylor returned minutes later with a strapon she had borrowed from Kim. She fastened the harness around Michelle's waist, pulled it tight, and then using some lube, and stroked the shaft a few times for good measure. Taylor then lay on her back with a look that said volumes to Michelle. Taylor's hair was spread out on the pillow, her feet flat on the bed with her legs spread wide.

"Fuck me baby. Fuck my little pussy," Taylor smiled as Michelle positioned the head of the rubber cock against the entrance of Taylor's cunt. As she eased the head in, Taylor moaned her approval until Chel had worked the whole cock in. "Give it to me. Fuck me," Taylor continued.

Michelle moved the cock in and out, finding her rythym as she sawed the cock back and forth, watching it disappear between the girl's luscious lips. She had never seen a cock going in from this angle and it looked funny to her that the cock was protruding from her crotch. But it was sexy at the same time and she liked the feeling, the friction of the harness against her own clit as she pushed harder and harder and then collapsing on Taylor to kiss her again.

Their breasts rubbed together as they kissed. Michelle's ass rising up and down as Taylor grasped her cheeks pulling her hard, slamming her back into her pussy. "I love your pussy, I love fucking your pussy," Michelle groaned as she pushed her tongue in the young coed's mouth.

Taylor wrapped her slender legs around the small of Michelle's back and fucked her more rapidly as Taylor's orgasm began to wrack her small body. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming for you. Fuck me baby, fuck my pussy, take me," Taylor chanted as she pushed hard into Michelle's cock.

Michelle came too as they both gradually came to a stop, Michelle sliding her body off to the side. They rested for only a half hour perhaps before Michelle begged Taylor to fuck her as well. 

Michelle was amazed at how experienced the young girl was as she encouraged Michelle to get on her hands and knees and fuck her doggie style. Taylor positioned the cock at the entrance of her pussy and it slid in easily.

Taylor grabbed on to Chel's hips as Michelle rocked back against the young girl. "That feels so fucking good. You like fucking my pussy don't you Taylor?" Michelle dripped. "You like getting some of that pussy."

"Yea, I'm gonna get me some. I might get me some of that ass too," Taylor shot back as she playfully slapped Michelle's butt.

"Yea, do that. Spank me baby. Spank my ass," Michelle pouted.

Michelle had become accustomed to Lisa's whip and had started to appreciate the harsh tingle across her thighs. Taylor slapped her ass again leaving a very legible handprint which formed on her cheek.

The pain only caused Michelle to buck back harder as her ass crashed against Taylor's crotch.

"Flip over," demanded Taylor as she withdrew the strapon cock only to have Michelle lay flat on her back. Taylor wrapped her small arms under Michelle's thighs and hoisted her legs up and over her shoulders.

Michelle's feet planted on both sides of Taylor's head as she pushed the cock back between her pussy lips and plunged it in as deep as possible.

"Oh fuck," Michelle moaned as the cock went deep into her womb. "Take me Taylor, I'm yours baby, take it all."

Taylor moved her hips expertly, grinding, pushing, fucking Michelle like she had never been fucked before. Michelle couldn't understand how this little dynamo could know so much about fucking another woman but right now she was so glad she did. 

"I want you to fuck my ass. Please fuck my ass," Michelle begged as Taylor slammed the cock into her pussy over and over again. 

Taylor grabbed a pillow and lifting Chel's ass up, shoved the pillow under her butt, pulled the cock out of her pussy and gently, ever so slowly began to ease the large head into Michelle's back door.

Taylor was surprised at how easily the cock was accepted by Michelle's ass. She assumed Lisa must be training her new lover's asshole with a plug, much like she had done Katherine a year ago.

Taylor now moved her cock faster, in and out as she played with Michelle's clit, stroking it with her fingers. In the meantime, Michelle was groaning, taking the eight inch cock with delight.

Michelle's hands thrashed and tore at the sheets as her body felt on fire. Sensing Michelle was close to cumming, Taylor collapsed on her chest as their lips came together in a long, lingering, wet kiss.

When Michelle came, it was shattering as a fire raged from her ass to her clit and up to her nipples. It was one of the most intense orgasms she had as the girls slowed their pace, their lips still locked as they sucked on each others tongue.

As the two girls rested, Taylor shared with Michelle how her roommate Katherine had seduced her one night after a shower in the dorm and how she came to love lesbian sex. Taylor confirmed that she was a true lesbian and actually enjoyed meeting and seducing young straight chicks, introducing them to the joys of lesbian love. Michelle too shared how she had come to be Lisa's little love slave for the week and she had discovered she really enjoyed the lesbian lifestyle as well and had no interest in returning to her previous relationship with a man. She also shared with Taylor the condition Lisa had made, her special favor that she had to seduce a straight girl and present her to Lisa as a gift. A token of her gratitude for making her the perfect lesbian lover.

"That's exactly what she made Katherine do... do with me actually," Taylor admitted. "Kat seduced me and I've never been happier. It's been the greatest thing that ever happened to me," Taylor added.

The two girls stared in each other's eyes and kissed a few minutes more until Michelle got up turned off the light and then snuggled close to her new lover.

Michelle had never been happier and like Katherine she knew what she had to do. She would seduce her best friend Denise. The young teacher at school would become her lesbian lover. She was a little scared what might happen if Denise rejected her. Likely their friendship would be over. But she was her best friend...not to mention really cute and sexy too. They had a chemistry, a special bond and Michelle knew she had to try. She hoped Denise would not spurn her and she wondered how she would get it done but she did know what she had to do. She was a lesbian now and soon Denise would be too!



Hot for Teacher Ch. 12



Conclusion

It had been almost a week since Michelle had been brought to Lisa's for training on how to be the perfect lesbian lover and while the young school teacher had been forced to have non-consensual sex: drugged, blackmailed, and dominated by other women, she now embraced this transition in her life. It was almost as if the Michelle who existed before last Friday was gone and a new version simply took her place.

Michelle would never be able to adequately convey the new feelings she had or share with others the profound change in her life, but she knew it was as if a light were shown for the very first time that removed any darkness. Her life had become clear and she knew exactly what she really wanted – not what others had told her she should expect and be content with.

She had tasted of the fruit and now she wanted to devour and savor its essence. Kim had shared with Chel that neither she nor Lisa had ever drugged another woman before. Lisa much preferred the art of seduction but that time demanded it and they knew Chel would be resistant to embracing the change she needed in her life.

Michelle wondered if Lisa and Kim had not taken such drastic measures with her, would she have spent her whole life never knowing the true joys that she now enjoyed. Discovering that she was truly drawn to women was just one of the many changes she had discovered about herself. While she was comfortable in the classroom speaking to children, she had always been a bit less outgoing socially.

She loved to dance and eventually warmed up to those around her, but there was no question she had always been inhibited and perhaps submissive when it came to sex. While she had only had three male lovers, they always took the lead when it came to initiating their lovemaking.

Now she found she enjoyed the chase and actually relished the thought of seducing a young woman, perhaps a straight woman like she had been, and helping her discover a side of herself she had never known existed. She had enjoyed taking the lead with Karen, the waitress from the wine bar and Taylor, the young coed.

Over the last couple of days she had spread her wings a little more when Kim introduced her to a client from a photo shoot and before the session was over, Michelle had asked for the woman's number and had followed up by calling her and spending the afternoon making love to her. Michelle had a new sense of confidence and was totally at ease now playing the role of seductress.

When she arrived back at Lisa's on Thursday afternoon, her mistress met her at the door. "Kim said you two went shopping today. Is she not with you?" Lisa asked.

"No, she headed to Susan's for the evening. She thought maybe we could join them for dinner," Michelle replied.

"I have something else in mind. First, I want you to undress," Lisa directed. Michelle who thought nothing of her instructions as Lisa routinely kept her nude, displaying her gorgeous body. "I have a gift for you. You have exceeded my expectations and your training is almost at an end."

Lisa took the teacher's hand in hers as they walked back toward Lisa's bedroom. The room that had begun the whole episode in her life almost a week ago. "I mentioned to you that your gift to me for introducing you to the joys you have found is to seduce a young woman. Someone close to you, a friend, another teacher at school... someone you could share what you have found. I believe you had in mind your friend Denise," she concluded.

"Yes mistress. Denise is my best friend and I want to show her what it's like. How things can be," Michelle replied, a sparkle in her eye as she shared her enthusiasm with her mentor.

"And you want Denise to be a lesbian too? More than just a lesbian, you want her as your lover don't you pet?" Lisa inquired as they stopped in the hall talking.

"Oh, yes mistress, more than anything. I know I can win her love, show her how awesome it is to be with another woman, to be with me," Michelle said back, excitement now filling her voice.

"I know you will baby. But first, there is one more task for you. I have a girl here, much like you were last week. Unlike you, she wasn't drugged but she needs to be brought in to our sisterhood. I have talked with her and she is at ease but she's unsure of it all. I want you to initiate her pet. Show her how wonderful it can be with another woman. But you are not to say anything until I direct you. Do you understand?" Lisa commanded

"Yes mistress," Michelle replied.

"I have her tied to my bed... blindfolded. I want you to devour her. She is to become one of us. She is my gift to you and you both will be a gift back to me," Lisa smiled.

As Lisa opened the door, Michelle could not believe her eyes. Even blindfolded, she recognized immediately the light blonde hair of her friend Denise. Her arms were outstretched, fastened to the post of the bed by the wrist restraints which had held her fast throughout much of the week. Likewise her feet were drawn to the post at the other end.

A blue blindfold, likely the one Lisa had used on her last Friday, was positioned on her face covering her dark brown eyes. As the door opened, the rustling of feet on the carpet, Denise lifted her head off the pillow and seemed to focus on someone walking into the room.

Michelle gazed over Denise's naked form. She was much smaller than Michelle and much lighter as well. Michelle had a dark completion and Denise, while tanned in the summer, contrasted with a much lighter skin. Her little pink nipples were already erect against the pale mounds of her small breasts which heaved up and down.

Michelle could tell her friend was extremely nervous and she anxiously wanted to put her at ease as well as take advantage of the opportunity she had thought about for days.

The young teacher crawled up on the bed, on her knees between Neecey's thighs as she moved up the girl's chest. Michelle's large breasts hung down and gently rubbed over Denise's flat belly, coming to rest against her own creamy tits.

Michelle's nipples hardened at the thoughts which ran through her mind and she was sure Denise knew a woman was on top of her, moments from introducing her to the joys of Sapphic love.

When Michelle's lips touched Denise's, it was if an electric charge ran through her body. They had been friends since Denise started teaching fourth grade earlier that year. Denise was three years younger than Chel and less outgoing than her best friend. In all that time, Michelle had never really thought about Denise in a sexual sense. Now the young woman wanted her in the worse way.

Her lips pressed hard on the blonde's as she let her body come to rest over her friend's. If there was any hesitation, it was quickly dispelled as Michelle pried apart Neecey's lips with her tongue and Denise allowed her to probe without obstruction. Denise yielded completely to this stranger and found herself sucking on Michelle's tongue, even chasing it when it retreated from her mouth.

Michelle heard little whimpers emitting from her new lover and suspected it may have been some time since she was kissed as passionately as she was now. Michelle continued sliding her wet lips over the blonde's, cradling her head with her hand as she sucked on her bottom lip, kissing her with a passion unmatched by any kiss with anyone else.

She would have liked nothing more than to kiss Denise all afternoon, but she wanted to explore the young woman's body. To sample the treats she had seen on so many occasions, yet never thinking of them in the same way.

Lisa had taken up a position on the bed sitting beside the restrained woman. She reached out and tweaked the young girl's nipple, using her fingers to trace the areola drawing a sigh from Denise as Michelle dropped her lips, planting soft kisses on her face, neck and chest before focusing on her pink nipple.

Denise groaned as Michelle sucked on her nub, drawing the warm flesh in, sucking, running her tongue on the tip, biting it lightly.

"You like that baby? You like her sucking on your titty?" Lisa inquired as she pinched the other nipple in her fingers. Denise only moaned as she turned her head, her face pressing against the satin pillow case.

Michelle held both of Denise's breasts in her hands, rubbing them, caressing as she held the mounds of soft flesh. She loved sucking on her tit and knew this would be the first of what would be many, many occasions to suckle at her lover's breasts.

Michelle licked all around Neecey's tit before moving to the other, trying to squeeze as much of the breast as possible into her mouth, drawing the little nub in and biting, sucking on the tip. Chel could hear soft moans of appreciation from Denise and then shifted in the bed to gain access to her real prize.

Chel was delighted to see that Denise too shaved her mound bare. A blonde, she had really faint hair and her skin was satiny smooth against Chel's advancing lips. She could smell her arousal, a slight, delicate, sweet smell. Denise had a really pretty pussy Chel thought.

Chel spread the girl's lips, gazing for the first time her friend's delectable pussy. As she parted the soft flesh, she looked in at the pink inner walls of her cunt, so pretty, as she touched her with her tongue and ran it down her slit.

"Oh fuck, oh my gawwwd," Neecey moaned as Michelle began to feast on her treasure.

"That's it baby. Let her taste you. Feels good doesn't it. It feels wonderful having a woman eat your little pussy," Lisa smiled.

Michelle scooped her hands under Denise's ass and drove her face in as far as possible as she scooped up her juices with her tongue. She wanted Denise to enjoy this more than anything in her life. She wanted this moment to last. As she licked Neecey's dripping box, the teacher thrashed her head back and forth. It wasn't lost on Michelle that Denise loved what she was doing. She was confident this wouldn't be the last time she pleased her best friend with her tongue.

Lisa in the meantime reached up and unbuckled the restraint that held her left hand before moving to the other side and doing the same with the right. Denise immediately brought both hands down to Michelle's head and instead of pushing her away, seemed to guide her along her vagina, moving her from spot to spot as Chel continued to lick and probe with her soft tongue.

Moving to the foot of the bed, Lisa unbuckled her legs as well as Denise moved her lean legs up, wrapping them around Michelle's. Lisa walked over to her vanity and took a strapon harness from a drawer. She selected a dildo and ran it into the opening, securing it in place and then coated the shaft with lube.

"Fuck her pet. Fuck her pretty pussy, make her yours," Lisa instructed as she handed the harness to Michelle. Her young apprentice knelt on her knees as she stepped in and moved the strapon into place, securing it tight before she lay back between Neecey's box, but not before placing one more delicate kiss on her soft pussy lips.

She guided the slippery head to the entrance of Denise's opening and then sensing no resistance, moved it deeper and deeper until the whole shaft had disappeared between Denise's warm thighs.

Michelle moved her hips, her ass rotating as she drove the cock in and out of her lover. She had come to emulate the movements of a "top" and felt she could use her cock as well if not better than any man. She lay back down, her full weight on Denise, their breasts pressing together as she took up again kissing the young teacher.

This time it was Denise who sought out her mouth and plunged her tongue deep into Michelle's. Chel had ignited a passion in Neecey and she sought her lips, kissing her deeply as she grabbed at Chel's ass with her hands, pulling her deeper into her pussy. 

"Fuck me, oh fuck me. That feels so good. Fill my pussy," Denise chanted encouraging Chel on as she moved her hips back and forth. Lisa looked on approvingly. Michelle had learned well and she admired the young woman's ass as it moved up and down, pushing the cock deeper and deeper into Denise.

She hadn't created just another little lesbian. Watching Michelle take Denise, she knew she had trained a skilled and dedicated dyke. 

"Take her blindfold off. Take it off of her," Lisa instructed Michelle. Chel wondered what Neecey's reaction would be when she saw it was her. Regardless, she knew both women had come too far to turn back as she pushed the fabric up, sliding it to the crown of the girl's head exposing her soft brown eyes.

Their eyes locked. It was a moment frozen in time as Denise's eyes teared slightly before she closed them and kissed Michelle again on the lips, softly, and then more forcefully.

Michelle reached down and took both of Neecey's hands in hers as they locked fingers and Michelle moved her friend's arms over her head.

"Fuck me Michelle, please fuck me, take me," Denise encouraged as Lisa looked on. The older woman backed out of the room, shutting the door behind her, allowing the two young lovers their moment together.

The two women moved their bodies in unison. Chel continued to kiss her new lover. Her hands releasing Neecey's as they coiled around her young charge and cradled her softly. Denise's legs wrapped around Chel's anchoring her in as Chel bent up allowing her breast to move to Neecey's face. The young girl raised her head slightly and sucked in Chel's nipple as she suckled on her tit.

"Ooom, that feels so good. Suck me Neecey, suck on my titty," Chel hissed as her hips continued to move up and down, driving the cock into Denise's wet pussy.

Denise licked all around Chel's breast, sucking on the hard nipple, biting it lightly drawing appreciative groans from her lover. Chel twisted allowing the other breast to sway at Neecey's face which she instantly drew into her hot mouth.

"Fuck that feels so good. I love your pussy, I love fucking your pussy," Michelle groaned.

"I love you," Denise said back softly. Even in the throes of passion, the words were unmistakable as Michelle almost froze in place. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as she scooted back down and closed on Denise's lips. "I love you too. I love you so much," Chel said as she wrapped her arms around Denise, squeezing her as tight as possible.

As Michelle looked down, she could see tears rolling down the sides of Denise's face. She did love Denise. She knew it. Denise was her best friend. Now she was her lover and much more.

Michelle felt Denise's legs clamp tightly around hers and though she had never heard her friend climax, she knew it was imminent as Neecey wrapped her arms around Chel squeezing with all her might. Her hungry lips sought our Chel's and she kissed her with passion.

"I love you, I love you so much," Denise chanted as she thrust back at Michelle and then crying out, "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck." Her orgasm was intense as Michelle drove hard as Denise rubbed Michelle's legs with her own.

The two came to a slow halt as their lips found each other. Chel kissed Neecey on her forehead, beads of sweet sweat pooling on her brow. They lay in each other's arms, silent, as Chel stroked Neecey's arm.

"Did you mean what you said a while ago?" Neecey inquired as she kissed Chel's soft shoulder as the older girl lay on top of her.

Michelle withdrew the cock slowly from Neecey's wet box as she slid to her side. "Yes, I did. I love you. I can't believe you're here but I'm so glad you are. I need to tell you something," Michelle sighed.

"I need to tell you something first," Denise said looking away.

Michelle could sense the anxiety in her voice, a tension that seemed to be welling up.

"What is it? What's wrong" Michelle asked.

"I did all this. It's been me. Everything you've been going though. I'm the reason," Denise said, her voice cracking.

"What are you talking about?" Michelle inquired, totally lost in Denise's rambling statement.

"Do you know what it's been like to love someone. Love them so much, only they don't know it, don't return it?" Neecey asked her eyes filled with tears.

"I've loved you from the first moment we met," Denise went on as Michelle looked on startled, trying to understand what her friend was talking about.

"For more than a year, I wanted to tell you. I tried actually. But you never seemed to get the hint and I was so afraid, so afraid of losing you. If I told you, you might get freaked out or something," Neecey went on.

"You mean, you've always felt this way?" Michelle seemed to grasp Denise's anxiety.

"Always! All the times you came to me with problems you and Kyle might have, I wanted to tell you how much I loved you, how much I wanted you. But you always went right back. The night you guys had a fight, remember? Remember the night you came over and we were watching TV and drinking wine and you were sharing how unhappy you were?" Neecey asked, searching Michelle's face.

"Yea, I remember. We drank way too much... I remember that night!" Michelle laughed.

"Well, I went in the bathroom and I decided that was going to be the night - the night I told you, showed you how much I loved you. I stripped off all my clothes and I was going back in the den and tell you once and for all I loved you, I wanted you. Then I heard you call out you were leaving. Before I could get to the door, you had walked out of my apartment. I ran to the window and saw you get in your car," Denise explained.

"Shit, you're kidding," Michelle shot back.

"No, I'm not. I went to bed that night and cried so hard," Denise said looking up at Michelle.

"So, what's that got to do with what you were talking about. You did what?" Chel pressed.

Denise seemed to be reflecting on her choice of words. There was an awkward silence. "Lisa is my aunt."

"Your aunt!" Michelle exclaimed. "She's your aunt?"

"Yea," she said back searching Michelle's face. "I told her how I felt about you. I've been 'out' since high school. I've known since then what I was, who I was, only my family didn't take it so well. I knew Aunt Lisa was a lesbian and confided to her and she's been there for me ever since. Mom and I rarely talk but Lisa's there. When I told her about us, well, she said she'd take care of it. She'd help me."

"So what you're telling me is you and Lisa set all this up? Michelle asked.

Denise was afraid. She looked for some answer as to what Michelle was thinking. "Yes, we did. I did. I wanted you so much. I thought if only you were, I don't know, bi or something. If only you were on a level playing field, not repulsed at my advances, maybe you might come to love me too." 

Michelle saw the tears as they streaked down Denise's face. She knew how hard this was for her. There was a moment she felt angry she had been deceived. As she stared into Denise's eyes, her soft brown eyes, her friend looked so vulnerable. 

As much as she was angry with the deception, she reflected to on what she had told Lisa – that she would seduce Denise! That was when she thought her best friend was a straight woman. It seemed almost comical now that a woman she had planned to turn into a lesbian was already a lesbian.

A smile appeared on Michelle's face as she bent down and kissed Denise's soft lips. Denise was so relieved as she kissed her back. "So now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?" Chel inquired.

"Love you. I'm going to love you like no one has ever loved you. I love you so very much," Neecey responded.

"Show me," Michelle dared.

Denise looked at Michelle for just a second before she crawled on top of Michelle and attacked her with her lips. She kissed her long and hard before moving down Michelle's body, covering her breasts, chest, nipples, and stomach with soft kisses. In moments Denise had settled between Michelle's legs where she would spend countless hours in the future.

Conclusion




Hot for Teacher Ch. 12



Breaking the news to Kyle was difficult for Michelle but she knew it had to be done. She didn't talk about Denise or her lesbianism but rather focused on how things had not been the same for either for awhile and that it was time to move on. Michelle had pointed to the fact Kyle had never wanted to commit and now it was time both parted. She hated to hurt him but she also knew things couldn't be the same again. She simply didn't feel the same and never would.

Michelle and Denise moved in together as Michelle left her apartment. To most it didn't appear unusual for a couple of close friends to share an apartment.

With their spring break over, the two reported back to school almost as if nothing had changed. But Michelle had an errand to run on Wednesday. Kim had an appointment getting a new tattoo and she had made arrangements for Michelle to join her.

When she arrived home Wednesday night, Denise was waiting with baited anticipation. "So did you do it?" Neecey inquired, her bright smile betraying her excitement.

"Close your eyes," Michelle instructed as she removed her top and slipped off her bra. "Now open them," Chel directed.

Denise could not believe the spectacle before her. Michelle's big breasts were capped off by two little piercings. A small gold barbell went through each nipple, still a little red and puffy from the procedure.

"Did it hurt?" Neecey asked as she moved closer to inspect the nipples.

"Like hell," Chel shot back. "But Kim held my hand the whole time. I mean, it wasn't that bad but I'm glad its behind me. What do you think?" she gushed.

"They're beautiful," Denise answered back. "Can I touch them?"

"Sure but they're still a little sore. The guy said it might be a few months before they're completely healed up so we need to be careful," Michelle explained as Neecey ran her finger delicately over the piercing and the soft nipple.

"I did this too," Michelle started as she slipped off her shoe and sock exposing a trail of colorful little stars on the top of her right foot. It was still a little red from the needles but it was pretty against the bronze skin of her foot.

"Wow, you really went all out," Denise said.

"Well... I have one more," Michelle explained.

"You got another tattoo?" Denise inquired, "Damn what else did you do?"

Michelle unsnapped her pants and lowered them. She was wearing thong panties and she wrapped her thumb in the strap and pulled it along with the pants down, exposing her pussy to her lover. Denise backed up at the sight.

There on Michelle's hip just inches from her pussy were two interlocking circles, female gender symbols in red, yellow, green, purple – a variety of bright colors. "It's a pride tattoo," Chel explained. "This was Kim's idea."

"I bet," was Denise's short reply as she dropped to her knees planting kisses on Chel's exposed pussy. With her free hand, Denise pulled Chel's pants down and Chel helped kick them off as her lover took up a familiar position between her thighs.

Since they had moved in together, Denise spent most afternoons and nights feasting on Michelle's pussy and loved it when Chel would fuck her with her strapon. While Denise occasionally used the strapon herself, she was much more comfortable having the cock buried in her pussy.

The girls had invested in a variety of dildos and they both enjoyed a long two headed version they used on each other. As the weeks and months went by Denise and Michelle became inseparable as their love grew. Michelle was relieved when she ran into Kyle who informed her he had begun dating again. She wished him all the best and they parted the best of friends.

When he asked about her, she still thought best about sharing her life with Denise and simply said she was putting one foot in front of the other. 

One night lying in bed, Michelle shared with Denise how she had helped Kim recently on a photo shoot of a lesbian wedding.

"Would you ever want to do that, get married?" Denise asked as she snuggled next to her lover in bed. 

Michelle looked into her eyes with a bit of mischief, "Sure...so like, would you be my wife?" she smiled back.

"Yea, I'd be your lesbian bride. I could have Aunt Lisa give me away and Kim could photograph our wedding too," Denise answered back. "And you would be my loving spouse. I'd like that. We would always be together."

Michelle kissed Denise on her lips. It was as passionate as their first kiss. The charge she felt had not faded over time. It might have actually increased as she felt closer to Denise than she had with anyone in her life.

"Have you met that new teacher at school...Jennifer?" Denise asked. "She teaches science, real pretty girl."

"No, I don't think but you obviously have," Chel smiled back. "Some reason you're asking me about her?"

"No reason really. I mean, I was just thinking, she is really attractive, and we were talking... well she just moved here and she doesn't really know anybody," Denise went on.

"I see... and I take it you're interested in helping her meet some people," Chel smirked. "Do I detect by that devilish tone you want me to meet her, maybe get to know her better."

"Yea, that's exactly what I mean," Neecey shot back.

"And is she a straight girl?" Michelle asked.

"Does it matter?" Neecey responded sharply.

"No. No it doesn't. So I take it you don't mind sharing our bed with another girl?" Michelle asked as she reached down to feel Neecey's box already beginning to moisten at the thought.

"I'd like that. I'd like that a lot," Neecey moaned as Michelle's finger's entered her juicy twat.

"And you'd want me to bring her home, seduce her, have her eat your little pussy? You'd like that? You'd like to have her licking that hot little snatch of yours?" Michelle asked as she plunged her fingers in Neecey's hot box.

"Yea," she moaned. "I want you to have her eat me."

"And what if I fucked her? What if I fucked her in front of you?" she pressed.

"Yes, I want to watch you fuck her. I want you to fuck her in front of me. Maybe she would eat my pussy as you fuck her. I want that. I want you to bring her home, to our bed, and fuck her," Denise chanted as Michelle worked Neecey's clit with her thumb.

"I will. I'll introduce myself to her. But you have to do something for me. I want something," Michelle pressed.

"What do you want? I'll do it. I'll do anything you ask," Neecey moaned as the fire built in her womb.

"I want to mark you. I want you to get a tat for me," Chel teased in her ear, her hot breath on the side of Neecey's face.

Denise opened her eyes and looked into Chel's. "You want that don't you? You want to ink me up like you and Kim?"

Since getting the tattoo on her hip and foot, Michelle had two more. It seemed she loved having her body inked. It was an expression of who she was. She had a black tribal tattoo placed on her lower back and the most daring was one she recently had inked on her neck. Just under her hairline on the back of her neck, she had a colorful fairy with little spread wings. The female fairy, though small, had detailed breasts. It almost looked like a butterfly without close inspection.

With her hair down, the tattoo was completely hidden from sight, but evident when she wore her hair up, piled on top of her head. She loved to go to the clubs with her hair pinned up showing the new tat and Kim absolutely loved it.

She had decided to have the new tat on the announcement to close friends and family that she was "out." Even some of the other teachers at work had heard about her new status but seemed to be accepting. Regardless of what anybody else thought, she was comfortable in who and what she was.

"So, are you going to do it? You going to let me," Michelle pressed.

"If that's what you want," Neecey breathed as Michelle continued to fuck her pussy with her fingers.

"That's what I want," she shot back. "I'm going to have Lynn down at the shop put a little nautical star right there on your hip, right next to your pussy," she said matter of factly as she stared at the girl's hip with her eyes. "And I'll have a matching one on my wrist. We'll have matching tats. That's what I want."

"I'll make it a point to meet Jennifer tomorrow. Maybe invite her over Friday night," Michelle added. "It'll be exciting to have two lesbian sluts in bed. I think I'll fuck you both. Maybe fuck that little ass of yours," she said as she playfully slapped her butt. 

"Why don't you get our cock out of the dresser. I think I want to fuck that hot little pussy of yours," Michelle instructed.

Denise looked at Michelle briefly before she pressed her lips to her lover's mouth. Denise loved Michelle with all her heart. She had gone to great lengths to win her love and would do anything in the world for her lover, her best friend, and the love of her life. There was no question, Denise was simply hot for her teacher.



Hot for Teacher Ch. 04-06



Chapter 4

Michelle snuggled against the warm flesh, her lips resting on Kim's neck as she opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings. For just a moment she had thought she was back in her bed, in the sanctity of her own bedroom before remembering she had stayed the evening with Kim after Lisa had threatened to reveal to the school authorities what she had done at the teacher's conference.

Michelle wondered if Lisa would have really carried out with that threat or perhaps the bigger question in her mind - was she now staying the week because of blackmail or because she really wanted to explore this new side of herself – a new and exciting interest in women?

She had never made love, nor really gave much thought, to sex with another woman but now she had to admit she had thoroughly enjoyed succumbing to Lisa who had fucked not only her pussy, but her ass, with her strapon. Michelle had gone down on both women and sincerely enjoyed the taste of another woman's sex. 

Kim felt Michelle stirring as Chel's hand slipped over Kim's narrow waist, sliding over her stomach, feeling the little diamond dangle at her belly button. Realizing Kim was awake too, Michelle allowed her hand to slide further down as her fingers slid over the smooth satin skin of Kim's mound. Her fingers traced the outside of her lips and she could feel the faint heat from her vagina as her hand cupped her warm and inviting lips.

"Sleep well?" Kim inquired as she half turned in the bed, their eyes now meeting.

"Yes, very well actually," Michelle smiled back. They continued to look deep into each other's eyes before it was Michelle who leaned in and placed her soft plump lips to Kim's. Gentle at first before it became more passionate. Michelle's tongue sliding between her new lover's lip, exploring her mouth in a wet embrace.

Kim turned flat on her back as she placed her hand behind Michelle's head, drawing her in as their bodies now rubbed together. Michelle was not accustomed to the feelings she was having but she knew she was attracted to this woman and was aroused in a way she had never been before. Lisa and Kim had stoked fires deep within her soul she never knew existed. 

As the two lovers broke away from their kiss, Michelle continued to allow her hand to explore Kim's body. Her fingers traced the contours of her skin, every curve, down her flat stomach, up to her breasts, capped off with the two shiny gold hoops which adorned her dark nipples.

"Did it hurt? Did it hurt when you had that done?" Michelle inquired as her fingers now toyed with a piercing in Kim's left nipple. Holding the little gold hoop as she slightly tugged, pulling the taut dark nipple with it.

"Well, a little, but I've really enjoyed the look...and I wasn't given much choice. Susan wanted it done," Kim answered back as her hand gently rested on Chel's soft hand as the young teacher continued to toy with the jewelry.

"Susan is your girlfriend?" Michelle asked back.

"Yea, I guess, although Susan is pretty non-committal. I love her and all and she loves me. But she's not much into being tied down to one person. Ours is sort of an open relationship but if there is one person in the whole world I love the most, it's definitely Susan," Kim said softly back as she turned now looking directly into Michelle's face almost searching to see if the young woman understood her response.

"And she's the woman on your back, in the tattoo?" Michelle inquired. Kim nodded before Chel chimed in again, "She looks, well she looks pretty take charge from that tats on your back," Chel smiled.

Lisa smiled too as she swept the hair back from Michelle's face. "That's saying it lightly. Susan and Lisa both are pretty dominant women. I wasn't into the tatoos and stuff before meeting her. It was her idea to have the star on my hip and had me go down to a tattoo parlor and get it done. Then after we had been together for a while, she determined it was time I 'come out', letting my family and friends know that I was a lesbian."

"Susan was determined that I would not only practice lesbianism, I would advocate it and she had the artist place the stars down my leg," Kim continued as she removed the sheet from her thigh and bottom leg exposing the flesh and the colorful stars in a variety of sizes and colors adorning her lower leg." 

"So do the stars identify you as a lesbian?" Michelle asked back, her fingers now tracing the flesh, as she studied the woman's leg.

"No, not really. I mean there are lesbian tattoos. The circle with the small cross underneath? That's the symbol for the Roman God Venus and when you see that in a variety of rainbow colors, often interlocked with another one ...well, that's pretty unmistakable," Kim smiled

"But tats are pretty personal... and Susan really digs seeing them on me," she continued.

"So she has them too?" Chel responded.

"No," Kim chuckled. "That's funny you asked. No she doesn't. But she really gets into having chicks she's been with, particularly young conquest, get them. Sort of marking her property I guess. I hadn't really thought much of it really. She told me to do it and I did," Kim added.

"And what's the significance of this? It's pretty," Michelle asked as she touched the diamond piercing in her navel. 

Kim settled back on her pillow, reflecting on her answer. There was a long pause before she began. "Well, I was engaged before I met Susan," Kim began.

"You're kidding. You were getting married to a guy," Michelle asked back startled.

"Well, let me start from the beginning, "My hair stylist had moved and I was getting ready for my wedding and I needed to have it cut and styled. A girl at my office told me she had been to Susan before and she was outstanding. I called for an appointment and asked if she could get me in after work one afternoon. She was very gracious and said she didn't really have an opening but she could tell by my anxious tone the jam I was in and agreed to keep her shop open. When I got there, the rest of her staff was already gone. She asked if she could go ahead and close the blinds and flip the sign so no one else would think she was still taking customers."

"Susan asked me to slip off the dress I was wearing and put on a robe she had in a dressing room. She didn't want to get any of the shampoo on my dress. Her hands felt really good as they massaged the shampoo into my hair and I really felt at ease as her fingers gently rubbed my scalp. On a couple of occasions I felt her breasts pressing into my arm. At first I thought it was just a random bump. As she rinsed my hair I looked up to see her breasts just inches from my face. Understand, at that point in my life, I had never had any thoughts of making it with another woman. I take that back. I had thought about it. I suppose many of us do. But I had never done anything about it."

"I know it is hard to imagine now, but at the time I had thick black hair that I wore down my back. She trimmed up my hair and thinned it out and blew it dry. I was just before getting up from the chair when she asked if I wanted a wax. She said a lot of her clients, particularly that time of the year, were getting their bikini lines waxed. Perhaps I knew where it was headed, but it was something about her touch. The way she was with me. The next thing I know, she's got me lying on a reclining chair back in another room of her shop."

"She asked if I wanted the naughty or nice look. Seeing my expression she told me naughty was completely bald and nice left a little hair at the top. I told her I was a nice girl. When she was almost done with just the little strip at the top she looked at me with a devilish smile asked was I sure I didn't want to be naughty? At that time I was so horny, I would have done anything she asked and told her to go ahead. With one quick swipe it was gone and I was as hairless as a little girl. Then Susan asked if she could just check it out and see if it was totally smooth. After washing me off she bent down with her tongue and ran the tip across the flat of my belly and around the folds of my pussy."

"I've had lots of guys eat my pussy but I never had anyone lick me like Susan. She knew she had me as she stuck her tongue deep into my box, working her fingers in and playing with my clit. I came hard as she sucked on my little button. I still had on my bra which she encouraged me to slip off so she could see my breasts. Before I knew it she had pulled me onto a couch and was asking me to eat her pussy. She didn't have to ask twice. I wanted to! I don't know how long we spent in the shop that night but before I left she had taken a two headed dildo out of a drawer and she used it on both of us. I had never done anything like that in my life."

"She gave me her card with her home number and asked me to call her. She wanted to see me again. I can't tell you how many times I picked up and then put down that phone. I knew it was wrong. Hell, I was engaged to get married. But I couldn't get her out of my mind. Finally, I picked up the phone and before I could hang it up, Susan answered. My heart was pounding as she gave me directions to her house. When she answered the door, she pulled me in and shut the door. Pressing me up against the wall, she kissed me more passionately than I've ever been kissed before. She literally stripped me before she got me to her bedroom where she went down on me. I wanted her as badly and we flipped over into a sixty-nine. Before I left that evening she had fucked me with her strapon and I knew I was hooked on her pussy."

"We made love as often as possible, sometimes at my place, sometimes at hers. Then one evening while I was at dinner with my fiancé she called and told me to give him some excuse why I needed to leave. I wasn't feeling well -- something had come up. Looking back, I didn't think twice. One night we're lying in bed and she asks me to call him. Call him and tell him I'm calling it off. I've met someone. I've met a woman. I'm a lesbian and we're through."

Chel's eyes were wide as she listened to Kim's story. "And did you?" she asked. "Yea, I did," Kim confided. "And how'd he take it?" Chel asked.

He was quiet at first. I think he was stunned....then there was the name calling. That's when I hung up. Jim was his name. He called me a few times, apologizing. Saying we could work things out. But I knew it was over. I actually didn't feel the same way any more. I knew I had discovered something about myself."

"Well, that's kind of it. Oh, the hair thing. After we had been together for a while -- I guess once I'd accepted that I was a lesbian and not just some bi curious chick that was still into dicks, Susan decided to cut my hair. She said I was a dyke. Not just a lesbian and this new look would let all her dyke girlfriends know I was too" Kim said as she raised her hand to her hair and pulled a small handful. 

"Anyway, the belly piercing - that's the diamond Jim gave me. I know some girls give it back but he told me to keep it. I guess half hoping I'd come to my senses and come running back. Susan took it down to a jeweler she knew and removed the stone from its setting and had it set in this piercing when she had my nipples done."

"She said it made her hot looking down at my diamond piercing when she's ramming that big strapon in my pussy. Wondering what Jim would think now if he knew where his diamond ended up and what she was doing to me. Laying on my back, a dyke fucking me," Kim finished.

Michelle was in awe at the story she heard and at that point was worked up and would have put up no resistance if Kim had wanted to make love. Instead Kim threw back the sheet and announced they needed to get up. "I think Lisa's got a big day in store for you. Let's get moving."

Kim slipped on a robe but Michelle was led down the hall nude which she was gradually becoming accustomed to. Lisa was already sitting at the dining room table, sipping coffee and perusing the morning's paper. After the usual pleasantries, Lisa announced they were all going over to Susan's.

"I thought she was coming here?" Kim asked somewhat puzzled.

"Well, that was the plan, but I think given our progress, we may just enjoy the rec room today," Lisa fired back noting the look of acknowledgment on Kim's face.

After a quick breakfast of coffee, juice, toast and fruit, the women all dressed for the ride over to Susan's. Michelle was allowed to slip on a pair of satin shorts and a top which hung down just to her midriff. It was very sheer as her breasts stretched the fabric and her nipples were plainly visible as they poked through the fabric.

Michelle was looking around for her shoes when Lisa instructed the young teacher that the two articles of clothing was all she needed before she walked down the sidewalk, the cool morning pavement under her bare feet.

Michelle took notice that her car had been moved from the bar and was now parked in the driveway as the three women slipped into Lisa's BMW and made their way to Susan's.

It was perhaps a twenty minute drive over to Susan's and Michelle was impressed when they pulled up in front of her two-story home. It sat back secluded in a rural neighborhood with at least a couple of acres of wooded land on both sides of the house giving her lots of privacy.

Michelle walked in front of the other two women, through a garage that had been left open. Lisa opened the back door for all three as they made their way into Susan's hallway and kitchen. Susan, a very striking and gorgeous blonde met them, kissing both Lisa and Kim on the lips before taking in Michelle.

"Well, you must be Michelle," Susan said appreciatively as she examined the young teacher before she leaned in placing a long and lingering kiss on her cheek. "I've been looking forward to meeting you," the older woman said. Susan appeared to be in her mid to late thirties and smiled back at the woman who was soon to be transformed under her talented fingers.

"Come with me. We have lots to do," Susan said as she took the young teacher by the hand leaving Kim and Lisa in their trail. Susan took the girl back to her bedroom and bath where she proceeded to have her waxed, per Lisa's instructions.

Susan emerged from the back every so often as she used the microwave in the kitchen to warm the wax. When she had finished, she instructed Kim to paint her nails.

"I've left out a nice hot red. Finish them and apply the polish to her fingers and toes. We'll do her hair later," as Kim went back to the bedroom leaving Susan and Lisa to chat.

"She's a hottie," Susan said to Lisa. "You sure you're gonna' give her up?" 

"Well, this one will be a gift. You met my sister's oldest right?" Lisa inquired.

"Yea, I think, although I don't think I've met your sister," Susan answered.

"No, Jan's a bit older than me but her daughter confided in me a couple of years ago that she was gay. It's challenging for her because she's sort of shy herself. She knows this girl but has always been afraid that revealing herself could threaten their relationship," Lisa explained.

"Sound like your niece needs a shot of confidence," Susan shot back.

"True," Lisa said sipping her coffee, "But I love her dearly and I agreed to help. She had made several overtures to this girl, Michelle, but either she ignored them or my niece just wasn't deliberate enough. But we have about three days to get the two together."

"Well, this is a first for me. But hey, I'm looking forward to breaking the little minx in. She's got a killer body. I can't wait to fuck her," Susan gloated as she too lifted her coffee, savoring the taste.

It was almost an hour, if not longer, before Michelle padded into the dining room, her lower region completely waxed smooth. Her nails were adorned with the bright red polish. Susan could tell from the heat still in her cheeks and her disheveled hair that the two girls had done more than just paint their nails, experiencing a little oral sex play before Lisa and Susan started in on the main course.

Chapter 5

Michelle was led by Kim naked down the steps into a basement area that Susan had converted into her private play room. Instead of a traditional den or recreation room, Michelle gazed at the sights before her. There was a variety of chains hanging from the ceiling as well as padded benches and a shower in the corner.

The older women had not accompanied her downstairs as Kim busied herself with the task of preparing her young lover. 

The teacher made no comment as she was taken to a spot in the room and leather restraints again placed on her wrists as they were fastened to two chains hanging from the ceiling. Similar restraints were placed on her ankles and a bar was placed between her outstretched legs which kept them spread and they were fastened to the ankle restraints.

Her arms were pulled up and apart and the tension actually lifted her until the soles of her heels were barely touching the floor. Michelle had never experienced anything but light bondage with her boyfriend Kyle as he had occasionally tied her up, but nothing compared to the treatment she was now receiving.

After she was securely fastened, Kim stepped back taking a position as if waiting on the other two to arrive. The room was cooler than the rest of the house and she felt a slight chill that made her shiver, little bumps popping up on her soft skin and her nipples hardening.

It was perhaps a good half hour before the other two women appeared. Michelle first saw the tall black boots with a striking heel as they appeared from the upper staircase. The boots traveled up Lisa's leg, covering her kneecap as thy widened at the top.

She had on a black leather corset which pushed her exposed breast up, but leaving them uncovered. She also had long black leather gloves which ran almost to her elbow.

Susan was similarly attired in a matching red corset and boots but she declined to wear gloves. It was then that Michelle noticed her fingers were polished in the same shade as both herself and the outfit which contained her ample bosom.

Both women were gorgeous but menacing as they surveyed their prize now stretched out and hung before them. 

Lisa stepped over to the corner of the room and began to examine a variety of whips. She looked at a few before settling on a short black leather whip. It appeared to have a dozen or more strands of leather that jumped as Lisa shook it in her hand.

"You know what this is pet?" Lisa sneered as Michelle looked on with a real sense of fear. "It's a flogger...and in the hands of an expert, it can bring both extreme pleasure or extreme pain," the woman went on. "Are you afraid?"

As Michelle nodded her head, Lisa seemed to revel in the response. "It's okay to be afraid pet. You should be afraid." Lisa dangled the ends of the flogger over the girls hardened nipples, lightly, teasing her before bringing her wrist back slightly letting the ends smash against the skin of her breasts.

Michelle winced but made no audible sound as Lisa smiled knowing it was not even a taste of what was to come. "So, you ever practiced any B&D baby? Ever had a lover tie you up and dominate you?" 

Michelle just looked back and failing to give an immediate response, Lisa pulled her long hair down sharply. Even though Michelle stood 5'9", Lisa's tall heels set her just above eye level as the girl, now afraid, looked back at the blonde who intended to strike fear into her heart.

"I asked you a fucking question cunt. You ever played any bondage games?" Lisa raged.

"No mistress," was Michelle's soft but deliberate response.

"Very good," Lisa smirked as she walked around her subject. Susan now reached out herself to tweak and pull on one of Michelle's nipples. "Now we have to deal with a couple of things. First, I'm not pleased at all you made us resort to less than conventional means to convince you to share the week with us. Do you not find Kim attractive?"




Hot for Teacher Ch. 04-06



Michelle looked over at Kim who just stood watching the spectacle of the two women toying with their submissive playmate. "Yes mistress," Michelle replied.

The whish of the leather talons sliced the air before their sting landed on her ass, causing a shock wave to rip through her body and her feet momentarily leave the floor. Michelle's shriek cut through the silence before she settled back down, her skin still tingling.

"But you didn't go with her voluntarily. When she asked you to join us, you refused," Lisa sneered.

"I....I , didn't know what she wanted....." Lisa's whip again smacked the tender skin of Michelle's thighs as she again whelped and her feet flew out leaving her dangling, held in place by the chains fastened to the ceiling.

"You knew exactly what she wanted. You denied her. Don't fucking lie to us bitch," Lisa barked.

"I wasn't into girls. I was afraid. I wasn't...." Michelle did not have a chance to complete her sentence before the flogger again landed a stinging blow to her ass sending an intense pain from her cheeks to her brain. Tears were now flowing down her cheeks as she struggled to get air in her lungs.

"Not into girls? So you're saying you weren't a lesbian then. That's why she had to drug you. To convince you to come with her. Is that it?" Lisa sneered again walking around the front of her victim as Kim and Susan looked on.

"Yes mistress. That's it. I wasn't then," she cried out.

Lisa let her right wrist slap the ends of the leather against Michelle's exposed pussy. Not as hard as the blow to her backside, but the sting on the tender area was just as painful as the young teacher yelped, struggling with the bonds which held her fast in place.

"And now you're a lesbian and you're glad to be here. Is that it?" Lisa shot back.

"Yes mistress. I'm a lesbian. You've made me a lesbian," she said in between sobs.

The flogger again found its mark this time on the soft thighs of Michelle's backside.

"You're fucking lying again you little bitch. Don't fucking lie to us. You said what you said last night just so we would let you go at the end of the week. You figured to play along with us. Maybe enjoy a little experimentation but come Friday you go back to the way things were – your boyfriend, your little teaching job, all this just a memory," Lisa barked.

Michelle shook as the pain throbbed in her legs and ass. Lisa was right. She had no intention, once things returned to normal, of pursuing this lifestyle. She had enjoyed her time with Kim and even liked what Lisa had done with her. But she wasn't a lesbian. Now Lisa was confronting her. Her mind raced for the right responses.

Susan now walked up. Her fingers wandering, toying with her soft skin as they traced the contours of her body. "You're very pretty angel. I love your dark skin. Lisa tells me you're Hispanic... a little Spanish blood coursing through those veins," Susan went on as she sneered at the girl hanging limp with her arms hung over her head.

"How long have you worn your hair this long?" Susan inquired as she ran the thick locks between her fingers.

"I've had long hair since I was a little girl...13 or 14 I guess," Michelle answered back between sobs, looking in the face of the blonde as she pulled gently at her hair. "Kim, bring me the scissors."

Michelle shook at the thought of what might happen but in moments Susan had a clump of hair in her hand. Michelle closed her eyes tightly, the tears streaming down her face as she heard the snip of the steel and felt the soft tickle of the hair as it slipped down over her breasts. Over and over she heard and felt the tugging and snipping as she knew her long brown locks were giving way.

She could only imagine that Susan intended to cut her hair as short as she did Kim's. That she too was to have the dyke look that Kim had mentioned earlier in the morning. It seemed like an eternity as she felt and heard the scissors doing their damage until Susan seemed to be satisfied with her handiwork.

As Michelle opened her eyes, she could see in the corner of her eyes, the hair now adorning the floor. But she was relived when she could see the end of her locks still hanging about shoulder length. Not nearly as short as Kim's. She tried hard not to give any reaction which might betray her thoughts and having Susan cutting more.

Lisa had stepped back up and was now pulling on the girl's nipples. Lisa pulled and twisted on her right nipple until it was hard. She then took a clip from her hand and placed the ends on the nub, almost at the back where the dark flesh meets the breast.

The tension was tight and again caused Michelle to wince as Lisa then fastened a clip on the other. "These are alligator clips pet. We're gonna have some fun with these sensitive nipples of yours. Kim bring me an ounce. That's about all we'll do today," Lisa called out as Kim brought over two little weights that Lisa attached to a dangle from the clip.

The weight of the dangles now in place drew on the flesh, pulling the nipples down in the direction of the floor. Once again, the pain was searing. She loved Kyle playing, sucking on her nipples, but she had never had them clamped much less had weights attached to them.

"Now get me that plug and some lube," Lisa instructed as the younger woman fished through a variety of toys before settling on a flesh colored object resembling a dildo but widened at the base. 

Michelle felt Susan spread her cheeks as Lisa rubbed cool lube around and in her ass before gently pushing the rubber object into her butt. It was uncomfortable but Michelle dared not say anything as Lisa pushed harder until the wider head seemed to be pulled into place.

Satisfied the plug was secure, Susan released the grip on her ass and brought her lips to the exposed flesh of Michelle's neck as she sucked, and licked. Michelle's head tilted to the side as Susan sucked harder on her skin.

"So, I'm going to ask you again and you know the punishment if you lie," Lisa intoned.

"Last night, when you said you would give yourself to me, freely and of your own will. To be trained as a lesbian, you never intended to completely give yourself up to me. To submit yourself totally. In the back of your mind. This was a little game.. a little experiment and then it was back to whatever you were before we started. Is that the truth?" Lisa asked, once again holding the whip in her hands as it slapped against her boot.

"Yes mistress," Michelle answered. Her head looking down as she responded. "I said what I thought you wanted to hear," she added.

"And now? Now are you ready to submit yourself? To give yourself to me...totally?" her mistress asked

"Yes Mistress Lisa. I will do whatever you ask. I want to give myself to you. I deserved to be punished for deceiving you," Michelle continued.

"I think it's you that you were deceiving pet. I think we both know what you are. Its just a matter of time before you actually admit it," Lisa smiled as she tilted the girl's chin up and with her finger and placed a long lingering kiss on her trembling lips. As Lisa pulled away, she bit Michelle's lower lip, and tugged on it.

The teacher felt the pain but did not cry out as she stifled her moan as Lisa only smiled realizing she was about to break this young woman completely.

"Take her down and finish with her," Lisa looked over at Kim who walked over to release the bar spreader at her ankles before releasing the tension on the chains which held her in place. As Kim busied herself, Susan released the clamps on her nipples.

The blood rushed back into the nipples sending a new pain through Chel's body but this time she did not cry out and accepted the pain. Kim released the leather restraints as Michelle's weary arms collapsed by her sides.

Susan and Kim took Michelle up the steps to Susan's bath, where she was given a shower and Kim stood behind her lathering her hair. After she was toweled off, Susan stood at a chair as Michelle took her place. She knew Susan was about to finish the job to her hair and she was resigned to any look the older woman gave her.

Michelle closed her eyes, listening to the scissors, feeling Susan's soft fingers as they grazed her face, her neck, her ears. Susan took a blow dryer and blew back her locks until she was satisfied with the style.

"You have the prettiest blue eyes," Susan purred approvingly. "We need to draw them out." She walked off for a minute, returning, and standing in front of Michelle thickened her lashes just a tad and thinned her brows. Then a shade of navy blue mascara on her lids. "You really don't need any makeup and often the simpler the better, but this shade of blue will really make your eyes sizzle."

When Susan was done, she moved out of her way and had Michelle look into her bathroom vanity mirror. Michelle could not believe the image she was looking at. She had loved the long brown hair she had worn for more than a decade. But staring back was almost a different person altogether. Her hair which had before parted falling on the sides exposing her forehead, now swept across with bangs and fell at her shoulders. Layered, the hair seemed to have more play and curl.

Her eyes were now her most prominent feature and she loved it. She actually felt sexy and alluring in a way she had never experienced.

"You like baby it?" Susan inquired as Chel continued to stare at the stranger in the mirror.

"Yes, very much," Michelle responded.

"Good, let's go show Lisa but let's put this on first." Susan took a leather collar that Kim had in her hands and fastened it around her neck. It had little silver studs strategically placed about every inch. It wasn't lost on Michelle that it looked very similar to the collar on Kim's neck from the tattoo which adorned Kim's back.

When the other three ladies entered the living room, Lisa was seated. She stood up and before Lisa had a chance to say anything, Michelle walked slowly up, perhaps three feet from her, and sank to her knees.

She lowered her head and placed her arms behind her back, hand in hand as she had been instructed by Lisa the previous evening. Lisa looked straight ahead at Susan as they both marveled at the transformation of this little spitfire. It was quite obvious that Michelle had reached the point she was truly ready to surrender herself.

No more games or deception as she was now unshackled by her previous resistance. Lisa and Susan would now show her what it entailed to be the perfect lesbian lover and she was prepared to be their eager and willing student. 

Chapter 6

"Well, don't you look absolutely delicious," Lisa remarked at Michelle before looking up at Susan, "You do good work."

"I had something good to work with," Susan smiled back.

"Love the finishing touch with the collar. I believe I've seen that before," Lisa added as she walked around Michelle and then stood directly in front of the kneeling brunette. "So what is it you want my dear?" Lisa inquired.

"I want to serve you. I wish to be taught how to please a woman. Please teach me," Michelle begged as she lowered her head further, placing soft kisses on Lisa's leather boot. Lisa looked back up at Susan again, smiling, sensing it couldn't be going any better.

"Very well," she snapped back. "Let's put that talented tongue of yours to work. Show me what you can do with it."

Michelle needed no other encouragement as she trailed kisses up the leather boot. She loved the intoxicating smell of the leather as it filled her nostrils. Her ass and thighs still tingled from the blows earlier and she felt a slight pain as the skin stretched as she moved her tongue up the leg until her lips left the leather and made contact with the soft warm skin of Lisa's thigh.

Lisa spread her legs further giving the young novice plenty of room as she felt Chel's warm breath and the tongue which inched its way closer to her pussy. She too had been worked up dominating the young teacher. She loved getting a chance to punish a young woman, particularly a straight woman she intended to turn.

Michelle's tongue now lapped greedily at Lisa's pussy, working her way into her vagina as the young woman pushed her face into Lisa's crotch. Lisa grabbed the back of her head. It felt strange that her hair was much shorter although Lisa herself thought she looked much more beguiling with her new look.

The young teacher went at her with abandon as her tongue probed between Lisa's pussy lips as she sucked at her clit, trying to savor the juices which began to cover her face. Lisa was very pleased at the progress Michelle was making as she lifted a foot and set it down on the young woman's bare leg. The heel bore down slightly into Michelle's flesh, but she made no attempt to remove it or even to show any sign of discomfort. 

The scene before them was really getting to both Susan and Kim and they began to embrace, Susan's tongue probing Kim's eager mouth. Susan lifted a t-shirt up and over Kim's head exposing her firm breasts which now rubbed against the leather corset Susan was wearing.

Michelle in the meantime allowed her tongue to slide the length of Lisa's slit, from the top of her clit to the crack of her ass. Lisa guided the top of Michelle's head, her tongue moving from her hole all the way to the entrance of her ass. She loved anal sex and loved more having her ass licked.

"Yea baby, lick me. Use your fucking tongue. Fuck that feels good," Lisa chanted encouraging the young woman on who seemed to pick up her pace. She felt naughty, daring, as she slid her tongue back further, dabbing at Lisa's asshole.

"Yea your dirty dyke. Lick my ass. Lick me baby. Fuck," Lisa groaned as she swung her boot over the girl's head and positioned her ass in Chel's face.

"May I use my hands mistress," Michelle asked cautiously.

"Yes, yes spread my ass. Eat my ass," Lisa chanted as Michelle did as directed, moving the cheeks apart to gain access to Lisa's little candy.

She loved pleasing Lisa and buried her tongue, pushing, probing into her mistress's backside.

"Use your fingers, stick your fingers in my ass," Lisa commanded as Michelle worked one and then two fingers in, all the while placing kisses on her cheek. Susan in the meantime moved over to the two and started kissing Lisa.

Susan pulled on Lisa's nipples as she worked her tongue in the blonde's anxious mouth.

Kim too scooted over and sucked on Michelle's ample breasts, focusing on the nipples. She licked them gently, knowing they were still likely very sore from the stretching they had received earlier.

Kim, sensing that Lisa might be on the verge of an orgasm, moved around to Lisa's pussy and began lapping her box, sucking on her little clit. As Michelle worked her ass over with her fingers and tongue, Kim probed her hot box. All the while, Susan kissed the woman, exploring her mouth and fondling the exposed breasts.

Lisa came in an explosive climax which ravaged her body. All three of the other women had to support her as wave after wave shook her violently. It was perhaps the best climax she had in some time as Kim finally pulled free of licking her pussy to take up a position beside her and kissing Michelle who had removed her fingers and now focused on a new target.

Lisa collapsed on a couch completely out of breath as Susan now took up the position where Lisa had once stood. Now it was Kim's turn to lick her lover's ass while Michelle feasted on her hot pussy.

Susan tasted different from Lisa or Kim but it was delicious none the less. Unlike Kim, she had a strip of pubic hair just above her slit that tickled Michelle's nose.

"Lick my cunt," Susan sneered down at Michelle who went at her madly. She rubbed Susan's clit with her fingers and then would suck and lick all around her lips as Susan pulled at her own nipples.

"Fuck that feels good," Susan moaned before finally pulling Kim free of her ass. "Go back to my room and get my strapon. I want to fuck this bitch," Susan barked.

Kim jumped up and returned a couple of minutes later with a large black dildo attached to a harness.

"Lay back there and play with yourself while I get this thing on," Susan sneered at Chel as she took it from Kim. She pulled the harness up and fastened it, positioning the cock's base at her mound.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you now," she said with a look of desire that made Michelle tremble.

Susan moved between Michelle's legs and placed the head of the cock at her entrance. It slid in easily as Susan began to lower herself on the young woman's body. Michelle took the whole length of the cock without complaint even though it stretched her vagina further. Its girth and length was much bigger than Kyle's cock.

Susan leaned down, her face inches from Michelle's as Michelle closed the distance between them. Placing her lips on Susan's and opening her mouth, encouraging the older woman to explore her mouth with her tongue.

The older woman placed her arms around the teacher's head and allowed her full weight to rest on Michelle as she moved her hips up and down with Michelle's hips pushing forward to meet them. They had a distinctive and deliberate rhythm as Michelle reached around with her hands grabbing on to Susan's ass, as if to pull her further into her anxious cunt.

"Fuck me Susan, fuck my pussy. Give me your cock," Michelle cried out.

"You like my cock baby? You like me fucking you," Susan groaned as she cradled the brunette's head in her hand.

"Yes, it feels so fucking good. I love you fucking me. Fuck me deep... fuck that pussy," Michelle responded.

"Is your boyfriend's cock this big? He have a big cock like mine?," Susan asked as she trailed her lips across Michelle's face. Her lips now resting on her ear as she tongued the ear lobe lightly.

"No...no your's is bigger," she groaned as her hips rose to meet Susan's thrust.

"He fuck you like I do? Or do you like my cock more?" the woman whispered in her ear, moving slowly, deeper into her cunt.

"I love your cock. I love you fucking me," Michelle responded.

"I know angel, but that's not what I asked. You rather have his little penis or my big cock? What would you rather have?" she pressed as she slowed her speed.

Michelle didn't want to say it. She didn't want to admit it out loud or to herself. But she was completely in the moment and her pussy was on fire.

"Fuck. I want yours. I want you to fuck me. I want your cock. I'd rather have your cock. Please fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck me deep!," Michelle panted.

"So you'd rather have some dyke fucking you than his puny little dick," she kept on.

"Yes, fuck yes. I'd rather be with you, ... be with Lisa and Kim," she panted between breaths.

"Oooom," Susan purred. "Well you know angel, Lisa and I are sort of the jealous type. We don't much like fucking lesbians who allow little dicks in their pussies. Pretty soon, you're going to have to make a choice." Susan's voice tapered off as she plunged her tongue in Michelle's ear.

Backing out she demanded, "Cum for me baby. I want you to cum for me."

Michelle bucked back as Lisa picked up her thrust. Her hips smacking loudly at Michelle's wet flesh. 

It may have been a minute before Michelle felt a fire deep in her womb. She wrapped her legs tightly around Susan's lower back as she moved with the woman. Heat rushed through her body as their lips came together in a long and passionate kiss. When their lips parted, Michelle was thoroughly worn out.

Michelle didn't even feel Susan dismount her and when she came to her senses, she saw that Lisa was dressed and hugging Susan goodbye. Michelle was to spend the night with Kim and Susan. 

Chel lay on the floor for several minutes before Susan appeared with the shorts and t-shirt she had worn earlier. Here put these back on and I believe Kim has some sandals that will fit you.




Hot for Teacher Ch. 04-06



"Are we going somewhere?" Michelle inquired.

"Yea, we're taking you out. Down to my Salon for a nice spa treatment and then to dinner," Susan said turning away and headed out of the room.

"But I don't have..." Michelle started before Susan interrupted her.

"There's a little boutique next door to my place... really cute stuff. I'll have one of the girls size you up," she said never looking back.

Within a couple of hours Michelle was lying on her stomach in a treatment room. The room was dark with just a few scented candles and the soft sounds of waves crashing. She felt so peaceful as a young Asian woman entered the room.

The girl who identified herself as Ann rubbed oils in her hands and then began to rub them into Michelle's feet and legs. She worked her hands up slowly giving her a deep tissue massage, but careful not to hurt her as she undoubtedly understood Michelle had already been through another treatment.

When Ann raised the towel, she saw the distinctive red welts across Michelle's thighs and buttocks and knew instantly what had caused them. She took a special salve of aloe and other oils and gently rubbed it into the skin.

Ann had Michelle flip over and massaged her front as well. She actually removed the towel completely and took in the young teacher's nude form admiring her ample breasts and the smooth hairless vagina.

Ann allowed her fingers to wander just a bit. But when she found no resistance, massaged further and further down to Chel's pussy.

Michelle never opened her eyes as she spread her legs and allowed the Asian woman to probe her lips, her fingers dipping in between her folds. 

Michelle no longer resisted a woman's touch. She was actually hoping the woman would dare to explore her body and enjoyed her wandering fingers.

With one hand she massaged Michelle's vagina and the other she rubbed oil into her bountiful breast, tracing the nipple before pulling it gently.

It was still sore from earlier but after a while the feeling became almost electric as she felt the heat in her breasts and pussy.

Ann, sensing Michelle's orgasm, took a nipple in her mouth as she rubbed the hard clit back and forth.

Michelle came for the fourth time as her body gave out on the table. Fortunately the day's sexual activities were over but tomorrow was another day.

Minutes later a very pretty woman, perhaps in her mid to late 40's, walked in and announced she needed to take some measurements. Michelle felt totally comfortable as this woman ran tape along her breasts, taking in her dress size as well as her feet.

The older woman gazed at Chel approvingly and for a minute Michelle felt herself showing off for the woman. As the woman sized up her right foot, the woman peered up, her eyes fixated on Michelle's well worn vagina.

Unsure what inspired her, Michelle parted her legs, allowing her lips to open giving the older woman a shot of her sex. It was perhaps just a second or two, but it seemed like a long lingering look as the woman looked into Michelle's eyes giving her a sultry expression as if to say I would love to have that. 

In moments, she had returned with a gorgeous little black dress, strapless, that hung just above her knees showing lots of leg and ample cleavage topped off with black pumps. Michelle felt as sexy as the outfit.

The rest of the evening was spent dining before Michelle, Susan, and Kim headed home where she and Kim again slept together.

As her head hit the pillow she wondered what tomorrow would bring. What new lesson was in store? Whatever it was - she was eager to be the teacher's pet.