My first experience of feeling the awesome power of the dark divine feminine was when I was in year 13 (senior year in US). Although I was a cocky 18 year old rugby lad, with a filthy fantasy mind I wasn’t very confident around girls when it came to actually having sex. I attracted a lot of female attention but just didn’t know how to act on it. I suppose I was shy. Attending an all boys school probably didn’t help socialise a young man like me in how to interact with females.
My French teacher was a Danish women, called Ms. Bruun. She was in her early 50s and very strict. There were other teachers who were more feminine but with her stern manner and rarely smiling face she got my blood pumping more than anyone. Ms.Bruun used a lot of facial moisturizer which had a distinctive smell of lavender and gave her face a shiny oily look. She always wore the same clothes; ankle high black boots, black stockings, a tight pencil skirt below her knees that hugged her shapely mature waist and hips (the roundness of her tummy never failed to make my cock hard) and a slightly see through cream blouse with high frilly lapels. You could just make out the shape of her bra through the blouse which was very erotic. Her hair was always up in a bun with loose bits falling down by the side of her face and pink lipstick on her thin lips. Her glasses would sit at the end of her nose as she looked over the rims when she engaged you with eye contact.
I found her immaculately manicured painted nails particularly arousing and I often imagined her hands milking me as her nails dug into my shaft. Every night in my bed when I masturbated I would begin fantasizing about some girl my own age, but it would always end with Ms.Bruun. Usually with me in some kind of trouble and having to stay behind after school in detention.
On this particular week myself and a couple of other boys were behind in our course work and were required to stay behind one afternoon to catch up. To my nervous excitement Ms.Bruun was the teacher to sit and monitor. Ms.Bruun sat at the front the whole time marking work not once looking up except when a pupil put up there hand and said they’d finished. The work was boring and it was not long before dirty thoughts started filtering into my mind. My cock began to get hard.
An hour in and I was the only one left. Ms. Bruun left her desk and began organizing the shelving at the front of the classroom. This involved her bending over a lot showing her rounded behind and the outline of her knickers. She was also standing on a foot stall and reaching up revealing her flexed nylon covered calf muscle. I began to go a little out of my mind with desire and couldn’t help myself from nervously stroking myself under the desk. I got braver and slipped my dick out through my zipper and took myself to the edge. This was making me a little frantic and at some point I became careless as Ms. Bruun turned around suddenly and ordered me to come to her desk at the front of the class. I shuffled my dick back in my trousers and tried to zip it up.
“Now,” she said in her authoritative voice.
I stood up and walked to the front of the classroom and stood silent by the side of her desk with an obvious bulge in the front of my school trousers and my zip half undone. Although I masturbated about these kind of scenarios every day, to be faced with it in reality was totally different. I could feel my face flush and my legs go weak. My throat went dry and my cock throbbed.She starred me in the eyes from across her desk and asked in a firm voice,
“What do you think you’re doing?”
I mumbled something incomprehensible.
“Speak up boy, I cant hear you.”
“I don’t know ma’am.”
Pointing to the bulge in my school trousers she asked, “What is that? Do you realise how much trouble you could be in for exposing yourself to me?”
I nodded silently.
“Stand still,” she said and walked past me to the classroom door, peered out into the corridor for a few moments and then came back in and locked the door.
She sat at her desk and looked at me over the rim of her glasses.
“I’m going to have to discipline you for this.”
I nodded, a little confused.
“Take it out,” she calmly demanded.
“Wha-what ma’am,” I stuttered in shock.
“Take it out I said. *I*’*m* not going to”.
So I did as I was told. I undid my zipper and took out my cock. It was still hard. She looked at it with a little contempt and sighed.
“Stand up straight and keep still. Hands behind your back.”
I silently did as she asked leaning straight against the desk. The lip of the desk was painfully digging into my upper things with my cock pointing at 45 degrees about an inch above the desktop.
She quickly and quietly stood up and cleared her desk of papers. She then reached into her bag and took out her cream moisturizer. She squeezed a pee sized amount onto her index finger and rubbed the cream on my frenulum. It was an incredible sensation. She tucked in her chair and stood behind it.
“Now fuck the desk,” she commanded.
“I don’t understand,” I nervously stuttered.
“Put your cock on the top of my desk and move your hips like you are fucking it,” she was becoming impatient.
I was scared and highly aroused. I awkwardly started to fuck the desk.
“You need to hurry up,” she said dispassionately.
“And do it silently”.
“I’m trying,” I uttered as I desperately bent my knees and moved my hips back and forward rubbing the underside of my dick against the top of her desk. There’s was precum spilling out but I just couldn’t quite get there.
She then looked me in the eye and placed her index finger on my pursed lips to silence my moans. “I will need to help this along,” she said matter of factly.
She put another pee sized amount of cream on the tip of her index finger. She then placed her index finger firmly on top of my dick as I fucked the desk. This was incredible and I could finally feel the blessed release getting closer.
Very quickly and violently my orgasm arrived. My hips bucked three times and just as I was about to explode cum all over her desk she took her finger away, stepped beside me and put one hand firmly at the base of my spine and the other pushed against my chest so my dick was not in contact with anything. The cum pumped out. I was confused. It was uncomfortable yet highly pleasurable, my head was in a spin. Out of instinct I went to grab hold of my dick and to wank it furiously.
“I did not say you could do that,” she said in a slightly raised voice, grabbing hold of my wrist. “Keep your hands behind your back until it’s all come out.”
I obeyed but couldn’t prevent my hips moving back and forth trying to fuck the desk, desperate to give myself proper relief as she stepped back and looked on. It was both bliss and torment at the same time. After what felt like a lifetime but was probably only about 10 seconds she stood beside me and leaned over, wrapped one hand around my penis whilst gripping my muscular thigh with her other hand. She squeezed hard and jerked it a little. It felt so fucking good as more cum oozed out.
“That’s enough now,” she said.
There was so much cum. A pool of it in the middle of her desk surrounded by splashes.
She reached into her bag and produced some wet wipes. She wiped the cum off her hand and handed my the wet wipes.
“Now straighten yourself up and clean up your mess. Quickly, don’t miss any and take it away with you.”
I rubbed my cock frantically as I tucked myself back into my trousers. More cum involuntarily spurted out into my boxers.
“I said hurry it up.”
She calmly unlocked the door and checked the corridor. I wiped up my mess which was no easy task. Wet wipe after wet wipe making sure not to miss any. I put the cum soaked wipes into my bag to dispose of later. My balls ached and my cock was stiffer than I’d ever known it to be.
“Now if that ever happens again or if you even whisper what happened here today to anyone else. I will find out and accuse you of exposure.”
I was so transformed by the whole experience that I never told anyone at the time. I could barely even look at Ms.Bruun at school and when I was in her presence she gave absolutely signal that anything had ever happend. I continued to drain my balls every day thinking about submitting to her sexual power in a variety of creative ways. I was under some kind of spell in which the cum I spilt each night was only for her. I wanted to tell her so badly. This continued even after I left school a few months later. After about 18 months I was beginning to think about other women, as autumn drew in just after I turned 20, a chance encounter caught me off guard and I tripped into a more in-depth experience with Ms.Bruun. But that’s a tale for another time.
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