6 comments/ 19122 views/ 25 favorites Senior Dare By: NickSchwartz Author: The Fun Dreams Keywords: MF, teacher, student, school, bdsm, dom, sub, maledom, femsub, sex Summary: A senior in college turns in a dirty story on a dare. Note: This is my first story, Feedback is appreciated. ***** It started off as a dare. My senior year of college had come. I was about to graduate I had practically passed all my classes. I had to turn in a couple papers, take a few exams, and finish my elective, free writing. A class I couldn't fail. In Free Writing, on the first day of class our professor handed out a series of dates. She explained that as long as we handed in one story of the appropriate length on each of those dates she would give us all As. The papers just had to be acceptable to English standards she laid out and taught in class and with that she gave us a smile. Most guys in class ignored the lessons and almost anything she said, and just stared dreamily at that smile, and the body it was connected to and what a body it was. Rebecca Parker was a knockout fox. She was the youngest professor on the faculty at 25 when she joined the faculty last year. Her age allowed her to be instantly in touch with her students, and she dressed like a college student instead of a stuffy old professor. She made no attempt to hide her body like most teachers at the school, and her body was amazing. While no one knew for sure, there was many guesses about her exact measurements. She had an ample bosom that turned heads and bounced provocatively. I often had trouble keeping my eyes off of it, at least once I thought she had caught me staring at them in class, but rather than make a scene, she flashed a smile and continue teaching as if she didn't care. What a teacher. I was forced to take Professor Parker's class in my junior year as a mandatory english course, but I barely passed due to being distracted by her looks. However it didn't take long for me to sign up for another class taught by her in my senior year. I just wanted to spend an hour each day watching her move and dreaming about that body and cute smile. The subject of the dare however started off as a joke. I wrote a story about Professor Parker in my junior year as a joke, and I sent it to my friend Dave. I trusted him and he had proved he had could be trusted often. That story was in Dave's possession for a full year and he never mentioned it. The story involved Professor Parker and me meeting after class we had a short conversation that lead to me listing off a variety of things I would like to do with her. The ideas revolved around the fact she would be subservient to me and let me try anything I wanted with her, and often on her. In my story she even suggests a few filthy things herself. Most of the story was just suggestion or hints at what we'd do, but I the idea of my beautiful buxom teacher letting me have my way with her was enjoyable. I'd often read the story when I didn't have a date and enjoy myself to the thought of her on her knees offering herself to me in any way I want. I kept the story around and ended up adding to it when I was bored and horny, a horrible combination. I added a scene where we had sex for the first time. It wasn't love making, and I didn't want it to be love making. It was just a large amount of smut in which I chose how to have sex and she tried her best to please me. I even gave Dave the new version when I finished something I wanted to share. Every time he got a new copy he would flash me a thumbs up the next day and didn't mention it after. A month before Finals, Dave and I were hanging out with some ladies, and playing truth or dare. The game had alcohol involved, and we had gotten pretty far, but at some point Dave asked me Truth or Dare, and I laughed and said "Dare" thinking he'd have me hook up with one of the girls. Instead Dave just smiled at me and said "Give your story to Professor Parker as your final exam." I laughed until Dave just nodded and then motioned me to take a turn. It wasn't until the next day that Dave told me he was serious in the dare, he explained the final was 25 percent of my grade and at worst I would get a C. Though I could get an A and be a hero to Dave. I just laughed at him but he called me a wuss, and I just told him that we'd see with no chance of me actually following through. Professor Parker made it hard to think about anything else other than my story. She continued to dress provocatively. On the coldest day of the year, she wore an overcoat to class, and took it off revealing a low cut blouse and a short skirt. I think I she only wore a sweater once for a school event to show off a silly Christmas Sweater, and it was the dullest lesson I had in her class. Though she still wore a short skirt which kept the class somewhat interesting. I always thought Professor Parker was aware the effect her body had on the men in her class, but didn't mind a horny class, as long as they we were attentive. I could attest it worked. I don't think a single guy in the class ever slept through it, something I couldn't say about other classes. Instead the only problem she ever had was getting a guy's attention to answer a question. When the time for the final arrive Professor Parker sat in her chair at the front of the class, behind her desk, and crossed her leg, making me wish her desk would just disappear. She then laid out the theme of the paper. "I don't want you to stress over your final paper. It's only a paper like you've been handing in so far. However it's your final, so I'd like to give you a large theme. Talk about the one thing you desire most in the whole world. I don't care if it's a car, or a job, or just a state of mind. I want to know what all of you want deep in your heart." It was at that moment I decided to go for it. Win, lose or draw, I was curious what she would think about my desire. I spent the next week working on my paper to make sure it was up to her standards. I removed a few suggestions I thought would be over the top, added a little more description to what happened between us, and fleshed out her a little more than just leaving her as a silly fuck puppet. I didn't want to insult her, I wanted to show what I desired, her giving herself to me. It struck me that I was looking at an F but I felt confident I could still pass. Just something about the way she said desire made me know I had to let her know the truth. I worked more on that paper than any other final. I didn't do bad on any final, but I could have better used my time on classes that would matter. Yet I turned my paper on time, and she flashed her winning smile as she accepted my assignment. That same smile I saw every day in class was the same one I wrote about in my paper on her body as she kneeled before me and asked me to use her. I knew it was the last time I'd see it, as I'd get my paper back when I got my final grade but it wouldn't be in person. As I walked out of the classroom, I saw Dave and threw him a thumbs up letting him know I went through with it. I didn't even have to lie. Dave just laughed and bought me a drink calling me the gutsiest guy he knew. There was week before our final grades were released during which as seniors meant we drank partied and caused a ruckus. Then we came back to earth as our grades were posted. I went around the campus and gathered my grades, one C, a couple Bs, and an A. Finally I wandered over to see what I had assumed would be the F from Free Writing... However Dave was standing by it waiting for me, and looked like he had bad news. "Sorry, man.." Dave kind of ran off after apologizing. I looked for my grade to see how bad it could be and I saw the mark next to my name. "See Me." There was even time listed after school hours. Shit. That wasn't good. I was going to fail, and she probably was going to try to get me expelled. Why the fuck did I listen to Dave? Why the fuck did I have to turn that story in? I should have just wrote something stupid about wanting a wife and a white picket fence and 2.6 kids or some lame shit like that. I realized I had a couple hours before the time listed so I ditched Dave and went back to my room to think. There had to be some reason for me to turn in that paper. I could tell her it was a joke. I could tell her I didn't realize what I had handed in because someone switched my papers. I could just beg her not to fail me outright. Eventually the time came, and I started over to her office at the time she requested. I had to push my way past the crowd of students leaving their last class of the day, but got to Professor Parker's office and I found a note on the door. Professor Parker must have got tired of waiting and told me she was expelling me in a note. As I read the note, it had a room number, the room that our class would meet in. I took the note off the door as I thought it was meant for me and went to the room, worried about why she didn't want me in her office. Was she afraid I would break something. When I got to the classroom I noticed that the blinds were drawn, and I wondered who would be waiting for me on the other side. I imagined the dean, the provost and about every other authority figure waiting to take a turn at me behind the door I took a deep breath and opened the door walking through to face the music. I looked around and noticed there wasn't a room full of people waiting for me. In fact there was only one person, and she was sitting down behind the desk. As the door closed, Professor Parker looked at me and said "Would you mind locking that? I think we need privacy for this discussion." I locked the door and walked towards my seat before Professor Parker coughed and motioned for me to approach her desk. Then I slowly walked up to her, and she rose out of her seat. She wore a long coat that fully hid her body, I figured she must have just walked from the administration building to here and needed to cover up due to wind, or just didn't want to show me anything after reading the story. I noticed a folder on the desk as she motioned for me to sit down in the same chair she was in. After I sat in her seat, she opened the folder, in the folder was a story I didn't recognize. There was a large red A and a good job written on it. I noticed my name was in the upper left corner. I started to read the paper but Professor Parker stopped me. "Tomorrow I'm going to hand in this story as your Senior project for the school record." She explained. "However it needs a signature to show it's yours." I realized this was an out, if there was no official record, she couldn't do anything to me, I saw a pen next to the folder and immediately signed the paper. Professor Parker moved the paper to the other side of the folder exposing a second paper underneath it. Instantly I recognized the layout. My infamous paper. Except if it was infamous, what was an A doing on it. There was serveral notes on the paper. I read a few on the first page. "I would never say that." "This is unlikely, but intriguing." "How dirty." I swallowed, as she turned the page, on the next page I saw a note that changed everything. The note read "I'd like to try that." I look over at what she was talking about and realized that she had highlighted an entire paragraph detailing the idea that I would be allowed to use her any way I wanted. The thought of her wanting to try it stunned me. I couldn't stand to read any more, I turned to look at her, and saw her bright smile looking down at me as she nodded. She pointed down at the paper and I continued to read her comments, each one sounding like she was enjoying the story. I eventually got to the end of the story, and her final comment almost knocked me out of the chair. She simply had wrote "I came". I looked up to where she was standing next to me and saw she was gone, I got worried and then notice she was standing in the first row of desks right in the middle of the classroom. She gave me a smile. "I've been afraid to admit this to anyone but I've always wanted someone to use me. To... dominate me. I've had many boyfriends, but they all would do anything I want... I couldn't tell them to just use me. That's just not who I am." I stood up from the desk and bend over it, feeling the power of being behind it. I tried to muster up the voice that demanded obedience "Well Professor that time is over, I'm going to show you exactly how a man should use your body." I could see her shiver at my words. "Just one thing, I'm not your professor... Call me Rebecca." I decided to push my luck. "I'll call you what I want, Professor." This time I knew I saw her body jerk. "Yes sir. It's time to present myself to you." Before I could react, she took a deep breath and unbuttoned her coat and opened it. Her head looked at the floor as I took in her outfit, or lack of it. She stood in a bra that barely covered her nipples, her large bosom threatened to spill over with almost any motion she made, and I was trying to will that bra to rip and let those breasts hang free for me to inspect. My eyes trailed down over a perfect belly button and a shockingly flat stomach. At first she appeared to be wearing nothing but then I realized she was wearing a very tiny thong that left nothing to my imagination. In fact I could see she was clean shaven when I looked closer. She even wore a set of high heels I mentioned in my story and they made her legs look amazing. I looked her all over and realized I was looking at my idea of perfection. My mouth dropped open. Here was my professor practically naked in front of me offering herself to me and now showing me everything I dreamed of since I met her. She wanted me to do every filthy thing I had written down to her, and she wanted to start now. I stared and didn't know what to say, she dropped her coat and looked up with me, she had an impish smile that almost dared me to follow through and that broke the ice for me. I had always imagined her doing one thing for me, and now I had the chance. "Get over here professor, I think you're still overdressed for my taste.." "I'm so glad you approve, sir. I know just how you want me to take it off." I was confused, but she moved towards her desk, moving her body in a way that told me she craved my approval. Her desk had been cleaned off except for a small stereo she kept on it though I had never seen her use it. "I made this CD just for this." She pressed play on the stereo and climbed up onto the desk. A cd played. "Now introducing Rebecca!" shouted a male voice from the stereo as if introducing her at a strip clubs, and then suddenly a rock song blared out of the stereo, I tried to recognize it as my professor started to dance and climb on the desk as she shook her body. I suddenly got it, it was Van Halen playing Hot for Teacher. As she gyrated her hips and shook her body while standing on the desk, I stared up at her even as I took her seat again. She danced around the desk in very provocative ways turning me on. Her hands moved over her body as I watched and she kept throwing winks at me. "When I was in college I took a strippercise class. Honestly I liked everyone looking at me as I danced, I didn't care about the exercise" She smiled at that and bent over facing away from me. I had seen a stripper once, and I never understood the pose, but her pose was just pure sex. I could see through her legs as her large breasts hanged, but I could also look up and see her pussy through her thong, and what looked like a wet spot starting to form. Her body screamed to be touched, but I held myself back. She shook her body and then grabbed her ass and spread it a little. I didn't say anything. My gorgeous teacher was dancing in her bra and panties, showing off her moves and doing it for just me. I was in heaven and I whistled. She smiled and kept showing off her body. Finally she squated down in front of me and brought her breasts to my eye level and motioned for me to move forward. I sat up and leaned forward and she took my head and pressed her breasts around it, even with her bra still on they felt heavenly. The soft warm fleshed rubbed my cheeks. She then raised a finger as she let my head go, and I waited. She reached behind her back for a second. It was like the seas parting. Her breasts dropped out and reached for me. The small distance between us disappeared and her breasts surrounded me. I pressed my face back in between those perfect orbs. Now with nothing holding them back they bounced and massage my face, and I kissed her between them. I moved my face back and forth feeling those breasts on my face. I knew couldn't call this woman my Professor any more, this was the hot young woman Rebecca Parker, a woman I was about to get to know far better than I should. As I rubbed her breasts with my face, she gently held my head. "I know you must have wondered since you saw me. They're 38 Es. and I hope you enjoy them sir." I looked up at her and sat back, breathing heavily. I tried to slow down my breathing and take in the amazing sight before me. "They are fantastic, far better than I could ever imagine, and I imagined them often." Rebecca smiled at me and raised up in a manner that made her breasts bounce. Hot for Teacher stopped and the next song began. I instantly knew it, Cherry Pie. Not that I listened to the song, all I could focus on was those large breasts and the way her hands rubbed them. Rebecca's breasts were even bigger than they looked in her outfits. They felt perky but hung under their weight, showing a natural bounce. She played a version of peek-a-boo with the breasts that drove me crazy. She then turned around and teased me by turning her body and giving me a peek of her breasts until I finally spoke up. "Turn around Rebecca, you're driving me crazy." She looked over her shoulder and turned back towards me, smirking. "Yes sir, is there something you'd like me to do, or do for me?" Before she was facing me my hands were on her as I sprang out of my chair. I grabbed her thong and rather than slide them off I pulled hard ripping them in two. "You're not going to need those again." This evoked a moan from her which drove me on. "Now get down on this desk it's time I get to sample you." I saw her shiver as she lowered herself and slide her feet to both sides of my body. She looked at me and all I could see was desire in her eye as she reached over and turned off the music and then cupped her breasts, holding them up. "Is this how you would like me, sir?" I smiled and removed my shirt and then dropped my pants as fast as I could. I would like to say I tried to be sexy. In reality I had a hot naked woman in front of me I fantasized about. I wanted the clothes off. But I held myself back reminding myself I was in control here, even if it didn't seem like it so far. "Hold those up, it's time for me to see how sensitive your nipples are." I commanded "Yes, sir. Please know they're very sensitive, but use them as you'd like." I smiled as my lips seeked out her right breast and started to suckle at her breast. I cupped her breast, and she brought her hand down to touch my body. She traced a finger down towards my crotch. She let out a moan and said "Oh sir, I love that.. please enjoy my body." I continued to suck as I let her hand trace down to my cock. While I doubt I was the biggest guy on campus, I have never heard a complaint and the moan she let out as she finally touched it told me I had another satisfied customer. I moved my lips to her other breast and suckled again. I knew I had the prize only inches from my cock, and the way Rebecca's hand was rubbing it and pulling it towards her, I knew she wanted it, but I had my hands on her body, and I wasn't going to stop yet. "Please sir, I need your cock." Senior Dare Night Wanda peaked through the double doors leading from the gym. The long hallway leading to the boys locker room was dim. Only a few lights were on for security. Good she thought everyone is gone. She slipped through the door and slowly let it close behind her, making sure it made no noise. Slowly she started sneaking down the hall staying along the wall. As if, this was going to keep her hid, if anyone was here. There was a good chance that a five foot five, 90 pound, 19 year old girl in a white cheerleader skirt and sweater would be noticed in an empty hallway. Especially one she had absolutely no business being in. Tonight had been the first football game of the season, and that made it the traditional "senior dare night" for the Adams High Warrior Cheerleaders. As tradition dictates the seniors from last year's squad each wrote a dare on a slip of paper. This year's seniors, on the night of the first game, each draw a dare, and must do it before the night is out. This year there were five seniors. Tawna was the head cheerleader. She drew last and all of the girls thought she got the easiest one. Hers read "Moon the other school's band as their bus pulls out." Tawna mooned their band, their team bus even their head coaches car. Some were more racy. Anna drew a slip that read "Give a player a blow job... During half time." This one was pretty easy for her. Her boyfriend was a bench warmer for the team and wouldn't be missed in the locker room. Besides, everyone knew Anna was a swallower. It was easy to believe her when she said she had completed her dare. Tina drew her slip first, hers read "Take band geek picked by the Head cheerleader behind the snack bar, and get him touch your bra. If you are the head cheerleader the rookies get to vote and select the geek." Tawna picked the tuba player he was huge and disgusting. Tina at first refused but later the girls saw her go around the corner with the tuba player in tow. A few moments later, she rejoined the others on the sideline. Tina said "He touched it," then brought her hands around saying "and here it is." showing the girls the bra in her hands. They all yelled foul but eventually agreed that she had completed her dare on a technicality, but they would let it count. Those 3 three were done. Sammi and Wanda still needed to complete theirs. Sammi's said "Strip completely naked under the bleachers. Stay naked at least five minutes." Wanda's said, "After the game enter the team locker room. Bring something out of a player's locker to prove you were there." They had both waited until everyone else had gone. Sammi should be naked by now, Wanda thought as she neared the bend at the end of the hall. She steadied her nerve by telling herself that everyone was gone and that she wanted to be done before Sammi. She snuck around the corner and into a dark locker room. Wanda didn't care for the smell and was shocked to see all the lockers were empty. Confused, she quietly looked around some more. All the lockers were empty. That's when she saw another door. The sign on the door said "Warrior Team Room" and below that "Players Only". Aha. Apparently she was standing in the gym locker room. The players had their own locker room. Being very quiet she snuck to that door. She tested the door knob and sure enough it turned. Without so much as a noise, she opened the door and peeked inside. The smell of sweaty gym socks met her nose, but happily the room was dark. Like the other rooms only the security lights dimly lit the room. She moved slowly into the team room. She checked the first locker she came too. It had a pad lock on it that kept Wanda out. Disappointed she checked the very next locker, Bingo, it didn't have a lock. She opened it quietly. The jersey hanging in it was number 82. Right away she knew this locker belonged to Tommy Keats, the star receiver on the team. Quickly she looked through the stuff in the locker. What could she take that would prove she was here? Then she found it. Tommy Keats' jock strap. She looked at it, noticing that it had an 82 handwritten on it. This would definitely prove she had been here, Wanda's Pussy dampened as she stared at the jock strap in her hands. She wadded it up in her hand and turned to leave. That's when she came face to face with Coach Simpson. "Well Miss Hanson, what have we here?" With that he grabbed the jock from her hand. Holding it up in front of her he said "My Office." and pointed to the lighted window in the door at the end of the locker room. Wanda walked to the office then opened the door and stepped into the light. She stood in front of a desk that had a cheap looking chair sitting behind it a couple cheap lockers on one side and a leatherette sofa on the other. Coach Simpson walked around and sat in the cheap chair. Opening the center desk drawer he pulled out a piece of paper and placed it on the desk in front of Wanda. "Do you know what that is Miss Hanson?" "No." Wanda answered honestly. "That, Miss Hanson, is a discipline referral." Said the coach "When I fill that out and you are charged with theft, you can expect a suspension." Wanda began to tear up. "Maybe even expulsion when the Superintendent hears where you were stealing from." Wanda began to weep. "Please. It was a stupid dare." she pleaded. Coach Simpson got up and walked around behind her, "I can't let you steal from my players." he said "That would make me feel bad. I don't like to feel bad." He ran a finger seductively down her arm saying "Now if you could find a way to make me feel good, maybe we could throw that form away." Shocked, Wanda looked back at him saying "What are you suggesting Mr. Simpson?" "Call me Coach." He said and running a hand up her leg said "I'm not suggesting anything. I'm flat out telling you. You either bend over that desk and let me do as I please, or I fill out that form and you get expelled. I may even call the cops and have you arrested for theft. It's all up to you." Wanda thought for only a moment and then without saying a word. bent over the desk putting her hands in the center of the blotter. Coach Simpson said "I'll need you to bend over further." Wanda bent further down and placed her elbows where her hands had been. The Coach looked down and stared at the red spankys peaking out from under the edge of her white skirt. "Come now Miss Hanson," He said "I want you to put your pretty little titties on that desk, and I'm not going to ask again." Wanda began to cry harder but did as she was told and bent the rest of the way over, putting her chest flat on the desk. This position bared more of her spankys to the coach' s view. "Mmmm" He moaned, as he began rubbing his hands on her upper legs and her ass. Wanda flinched when the coach flipped her skirt up unto her back. He rubbed his hands on her ass some more saying "very nice". With that he grabbed her spankys on both sides and with a firm pull yanked them off her ass and down past her knees. Wanda Reached back and grabbed her panties and as she tried to stand up, the coach put a strong forearm across her back and forced her back down onto the desk. "Now, Now. Miss Hanson." Coach said "We're just getting started." With the other hand coach reached around and started rubbing Wanda's clit through her white cotton panties. "Someone is enjoying this a lot more than she is letting on." He said smiling as he felt the wetness soaking her panties. Wanda was angry as her tears continued falling. Angry at the team for the stupid dare, angry at the coach for what he was doing, and planning to do, but angriest of all at herself for getting turned on by all of this. Coach took his arm off her back saying "Just stay right like that. You might as well allow yourself to enjoy this, you know it's going to happen." Wanda held still, scared of what would happen next but unable to get her mind off the heat building in her pussy as he continued rubbing her clit. Wanda heard a snap and then a zip and then the coach's shorts slide down his legs to the floor. Wanda jumped as she felt Coach's hard cock flop against her panty covered ass. Slowly Coach rubbed it on her panties as he reached down and pulled his shorts off first one ankle then the other. Coach grabbed both her wrists. Using his powerful strength he pulled her hands away from her panties and placed them beside her head on the desk. Leaning down he whispered in her ear, "Keep them right there." Again Wanda did not move. Coach moved back just a step, then placed a thumb inside the waistband on each side of her underwear. A chill ran through Wanda's body as he slowly slid her panties off her young ass and down her thin legs. When he got them down to where her spankys were still wrapped around her ankles, Wanda lifted her leg and allowed him to slide them off. As she shifted her weight and lifted her other leg coach said "Good girl. Work with me and this will be more fun for you." Why was she doing it. Why couldn't she seem to fight. She thought. Coach moved back up behind her and placed his hard cock in the crack of her ass. He used his feet and spread her feet wider. Then he reached around and rubbed her clit as he slid his cock up and down on her ass. As he reached on down between her legs and spread her pussy lips, Wanda could feel his precum leaking on her ass. "Oh God!" Wanda screeched, Looking back at him over her shoulder. "Please don't do it that way. Please, Please use a condom." Coach said nothing but answered by placing the head of his dick at the entrance to Wanda's pussy. "Please No Mr. Simpson." Wanda pleaded weeping openly. "Call me Coach." he said, grabbing her by the hips and ramming his cock all the way home. "and I go bare back. Don't worry too much. None of my other little girls have gotten pregnant." Wanda groaned as Coach hit bottom. His cock felt huge, filling her like she'd never been filled before. Coach began to stroke in and out hard and fast in Wanda's hot pussy. Slowly he felt her start to relax and after a few strokes she was involuntarily humping her taught ass back to meet his every stroke. Wanda's pussy made lewd squishing sounds as he pounded away at her pussy. She lifted her head and moaned aloud as his cock seemed to touch all the right spots deep inside her. She lifted herself off his desk, but not to get away, instead she simply got more leverage to slam herself back against his thrusts. Coach let go of her hips and slid his hands under her in inside her sweater. He pushed her sport bra up off her little titties and began to tweak her nipples. Wanda looked back over her shoulder at the coach. He noticed the tears had stopped and another look had taken over her face. This one was pure lust. Wanda was moaning and panting as Coach began pinching her nipples. Suddenly coach stopped stroking his cock in her pussy and even as Wanda kept trying to keep the motion up he said "Would you like me to stop Miss Hanson?" "No." she panted. "No what?" He teased "Please don't stop Coach." she begged. "I want you to say it. What do you want Miss Hanson?" He continued. "Please fuck me coach. Please!" She practically yelled. Coach started his in and out motion again, but slowly and not nearly as deep as before. Wanda moaned with pleasure, but her pussy was begging for more. "Harder." She quietly moaned. "What?" teased coach, keeping his light slow pace. "I can't hear you Miss Hanson." Wanda looked over her shoulder again and scowling at the coach yelled at him "Fuck me Harder!" Coach grabbed her hips and began pistoning his cock in and out of her pussy deep and hard again. "Yeeessss." Wanda hissed. "Fuck my pussy harder." Coach slammed his cock into her pussy "You are one hot bitch, aren't you, Miss Hanson?" "Yes, Yes!" Wanda yelped "Fuck this hot little Bitch." Wanda's pussy began to spasm as her orgasm overcame her. She screamed with surprise. Her orgasm had snuck up on her. The two boys she had been with before never made her cum. Her pussy muscles milked away at coach's cock as he slammed in and out of her pussy. As her orgasm continued to rip through her body, the coach leaned down and whispered in her ear "Your really enjoying this, aren't you, you hot little cunt." "Yes." she moaned as her orgasm began to wane. Coach slapped her ass as her orgasm passed and fucked her even herder. In just moments she felt her orgasm building again. Coach reached around and began stroking her clit as he continued slamming his cock in and out of her wet hole. "MMM" Wanda moaned as the added stimulus sent her spiraling towards another orgasm. "Go ahead Bitch, cum again." Coach snarled. Wanda's pussy began spasming in a second more powerful orgasm. "Fuck Yes!" She screamed uncontrollably. A few more strokes and the coach had all he could stand. Burying his cock as deep as he could he began shooting his huge load deep into her milking pussy. Together they came and came. Her orgasm gave out first as did her arms. She collapsed onto the desk as Coach continued to empty his balls deep in her tight pussy. When last of his jizz was deposited deep inside her the coach pulled out, then flipped her white skirt down over her ass. He laid his cock on her skirt, then reached down and wrapped it around his cock, wiping it clean. Coach reached down and picked up her panties and spankys as he walked back around to his desk chair. As he reached his chair Wanda had begun to recover. When she looked up at him with the lust still in her eyes, he threw her panties on the desk in front of her. "You can put those back on." He said. Then opening his drawer he held up her spankys and said "You'll need a new pair of these, because I'm keeping these as a souvenir." With that he dropped them in his desk drawer and quickly pushed the drawer shut. "They'll be added to my collection." Wanda grabbed her panties and flushing beet red slowly started putting them on. As she moved, Coach's semen was seeping out of pussy and running down her leg. After she got her panties on she looked up at coach Simpson praying to herself that she wouldn't get pregnant but secretly wondering how she could get him to do this all again. Coach took the referral form off his desk and said "I guess you paid your penalty and I won't be needing this." and stuck the paperwork in his drawer. Then he tossed Tommy's jockstrap at her saying "Here you'll need this for your little dare." Then added "you may go, but remember when you write your dare for next year's seniors, I expect you to write exactly what you read earlier today." Without a word Wanda turned, wondering how many years this tradition goes back and started toward the office door. "Miss Hansen," Coach said stopping her in her tracks "If I catch you stealing from my players again, the next time, I stick my dick in your tight little ass." Wanda gave him a sly grin. As she snuck back out the hallway toward the gym, she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have that done to her. As she reached the gym door she thought, we have a home game next week, I guess I'll have to try and complete my dare then. With that she dropped Tommy's jockstrap and stepped out into the gym. Senior Dare I stood up and looked at her towering over her. "Not yet. I'm going to enjoy myself first and then I'll take what's mine." She shivered again as I sucked her breast again. I heard a small whimper escape from her mouth from being made to wait. I enjoyed seeing that and realized she really did get off on my story. I bit her breast and watched as she threw her head back. I continued to play with her breasts, watching her moan, whimper and beg as I teased and enjoyed her large breasts. Watching them in class had me hungry, now I was feasting on her, and causing her desire to build. Finally after teasing her for so long I knew I couldn't wait, and I stood up, bringing my cock to her body and I felt it brush against her hot wet opening. I decide to continue to tease her as I rubbed the head of my cock on her pussy. "It looks like we were made for each other." She begged. "Please sir, I'm ready. Just put it in." "I can tell but who's in charge here?" "You are, god you are, just please I need it. It's been too long." I was shocked. "How long has it been Rebecca, how long since you've even felt this?" She looked at me, her face looking like a woman possessed, her mouth puckered in an almost constant moan and her eyes begged me silently. However what was most obvious was her pussy. It pulsed almost in time with her heartbeat, it was the neediest part of her and tried to pull me in. "I have never felt like this, but I haven't been with a man in a year. Not that he was much of a man." I was floored, but I knew what needed to be done. I slowly slide my cock giving her exactly what her body was calling for. Her whole body shivered as her arms reached out for me and pull me into her. I grabbed her by the waist as I pressed forward. I realized suddenly I could feel all of her body around my cock, the moisture from her desire provided more lubrication than I could have asked for. Her pussy quivered around me I could feel it squeezing me. Her eyes rolled up into her head and her hands gripped me tightly. I continued to press my cock into her and out of her enjoying the feeling. Finally she relaxed and her eyes fluttered. "I'm sorry, sir. I've come I hope you won't punish me for it but I had to, it felt so good." I slowed down my movement and stroked her hair. "Rebecca, I won't restrict your body from feeling good, but you know you're here for." She nodded bitting her lip. "Yes sir. I'm here to be used for your pleasure.." I smiled and fucked her like I wanted. I grabbed her shoulders and pressed my body on top of her. Her legs curled around my body and squeeze me as her heels rested on my ass. I thrust into her as far as my cock could reach. I held her tightly with my hands. I realized I had never been this rough with any of the girls I slept with. This wasn't "love", the way I was pressing into her was using her for my satisfaction. Her body was mine to use. I felt myself moaning out, and she was watching me, letting me use her. Her body was open to me as I needed, and I thought about every naughty thing I had written in the story. The idea of doing each of them to my professor drove me crazy. I felt myself responding as I pressed into her for one last time. I started to orgasm inside of her and her legs pulled me into her as deep as I could. I stared down at her as I came down from the feeling. Rebecca looked up at me unsure as if what would happen next. I took her face in my hands and kissed her lips and moaned into her mouth. "That was very good for a first time, pet. But I think my cock needs to be cleaned and refreshed for the next event." I allowed my body to fall back into her chair. Her body raised up from the desk and then sunk to the floor before me before I could do anything else she engulfed my shrinking cock and licked it clean while looking up at me with those lovely eyes. I rested a hand on her head and she gave me a pleasing moan that vibrated around my cock. I watched as she licked me clean and worked on my cock while I rested. My cock showed signs of life again, growing again to it's full length. Rebecca's head slid off of my cock and she smiled up at me. "Before we move on to our next act, I should let you know that the university is offering me the opportunity to hire a Teaching Assistant for next year. Should I put your name in?" I smiled and nodded at her. "Excellent, now master, what would you like me to do next to serve you?" I laughed as she knelt down, still in her heels but looked down at my feet waiting for me to tell her what to do next as I sat in a chair in front of her. I looked down at her amazed that this voluptuous creature was now all mine to enjoy as I'd like. I admired her realizing that I finally found a perfect woman. One who's craving was serving and pleasuring her man. As her new and first master I was going to make use of every service she was offering and invent some new ones.