Mrs. K. was my favorite teacher in this last year in College. She was a cute brunette in her forties with curves to die for and a smile that could brighten your whole day. That was when she was smiling to me, because I wasn’t the brightest lightbulb on the chandelier. My interest was more directed towards her body than her teachings. She was a regular fantasy material of mine.
Her class was the last of the day, pushing late into 7 p.m. to compensate for a missed day. She was as gorgeous as ever, wearing heels over black stockings, a tight skirt just short enough and a blouse turned nearly transluscent by the bright neon lights. At some point, she came next to me to answer a question and by lowering herself offered me a dizzying sight into her cleavage. Her perfume was sweetly tingling my nose and I couldn’t take my eyes off the curve of her breasts, peeking at the lace of her bra.
– Are you listening?
I blinked and saw her glaring coldly at me. I felt my cheeks turn red when I realized she caught me red handed. I stammered a not very convincing “yes” and she went back to her desk without any more comments. The class ended around 7 p.m. and I was about to leave when she called after me.
– May I see you after class, please?
I waited for the whole class to be gone, very embarrassed, and felt myself blushing again. She closed the door and pulled a chair in front of her desk.
– Sit down.
She didn’t say another word for about a minute and stood before me, arms crossed and eyes burning straight through me.
– You know you’re not doing very well in my class, do you? I’m currently rating the last test and you’re fucking up badly.
I stayed silent and she slowly walked towards me, her arms still crossed, making her chest pop up a little. Her heels clicked on the floor like a sentence.
– You’re probably too busy drooling over my boobs to properly concentrate, are you?
I turned red again. She bent in front of me, deliberately loosing her blouse again.
– Look at me ; I’m talking to you.
I rose my eyes, trying no to stare again into the “corpus delicti”.
– You still got a little chance to save your sorry ass, but you have to pull yourself together. And I mean right now. Got it?
– Got it…
– It’s all up to you. You’ll have to do two things. One : work.
– Ok…
– I’m NOT finished. One : work. And work your ass off. I’ll see that on the next test. Two : I expect you to correct your attitude towards me and make amends in a precise way.
– How?
– With an orgasm.
My brain froze for a few seconds.
– I… a…
– Don’t you understand english?
– Yes.
– You don’t fancy me that much, then?
– Oh yes, yes, I do.
– Do you want to pass this year?
– Yes.
– Do you want me?
Strangely, I thought about it for a few seconds before answering.
– I do.
She didn’t smile but I saw a twinkle in her eyes.
– Are you ready to play?
– Yes.
– Good.
She went and locked the door before coming back and taking her jacket off. I now could clearly see the shape of her bra under her blouse. She pulled down the shades and rest against her desk.
– Take your clothes off. All of it.
I blushed and started pulling my shirt over my head.
– Slowly.
I slowed down and felt her eyes over me. I took out my shoes and unbuttoned my pants where a bulge was now growing.
– Turn around.
I obeyed and peeked over my shoulder as my pants and underwear came down. She bit the corner of her lip with a slight smile.
– Stand straight.
She stared at me for a while then ordered me to turn around again. I didn’t try to hide my hardened dick, neither did she tried to not stare.
– Sit down.
She came closer, looking straight into my eyes and I shiver when she scratched a manicured nail all along my now considerably hard cock.
– Not bad. Not bad at all… Now touch yourself, will you?
My hand started to gently go up and down between my legs. I looked straight at her and weighted every move. I was shaking a little but determined to give her a good show. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse without taking her eyes off me and threw it on her desk. She rubbed her hands over her breasts, beautifully highlighted by the lingerie.
– You like them?
– A lot…
– 38DD
– They are gorgeous… YOU are gorgeous.
– Shut up.
She bent down until her boobs were a few inches from my nose, so close I could admire the texture of her skin. Her scent was intoxicating.
– Hands off. No touching the goods. Not now. Keep jerking off. Slowly.
She quietly circled around me and got behind my back. She ran her hands over my chest and massaged my shoulders. I could feel her breasts weighing against my neck.
– I saw you watching me for a while now. You seem more into my tits than into my class. But my job is to keep you interested, isn’t it?
She went around me again and provocatively pushed her chest closer to me. My face was nearly in her cleavage. I could see her nipples erected through the lace.
– Do you think about me when you jerk off?
– Yes…
– You do it often?
– Quite often…
– What are you thinking about when you cum?
– Well… ah…
– You don’t wanna tell me?
– I’m a bit embarrassed.
– He says, while stroking his dick…
I blanked but she giggled and smiled a little. She strolled around me before putting her hands on my shoulders again and whispering in my ear.
– Do you think about fucking me?
– Yes…
– How?
– You’re on top, mostly…
– Not a bad choice. I like to ride a man hard. What else?
– Ah… well…
– You think about me sucking your cock?
– Yes…
– Do you cum in my mouth?
– Yes…
– And not one time do you think about making ME cum?
I stammered and she giggled again.
– Put your hands on your sides.
I obeyed and she kept stroking my shoulders.
– You got an opportunity to learn some things here. About my class but also about a woman’s body. Maybe about yours, too. To learn control. Do you have a girlfriend?
– Not anymore, we broke up two months ago.
She rubbed her hands over my chest.
– Were you sleeping together?
– Yes…
– How did she like you to fuck her?
– Doggy style.
– A little spanking on the side?
– Yeah, she liked that…
– I bet she did. Did you like slapping her ass?
– Yes.
Her nails softly scratched my skin and went down on my stomach.
– Did she suck your dick?
– Yes.
– To the finishing line?
– Yes.
– Naughty girl. Did she swallowed?
– No.
– Did she let you cum in her mouth?
– No…
– Where?
– On her tits…
I shivered when I felt her fingers go lower before disappearing. When she faced me again, her bra was unhooked, the straps loose over her shoulders. She turned her back to me and threw it away, looking at me over her shoulder. She faced me again, one arm wrapped around her chest, again a few inches from my face.
– Did she had big breasts?
– Quite big, yes.
– As big as mine?
– No.
– Does that turn you on? Women with big boobs?
– Yes, a lot.
– Did she jerk you off between her tits?
– A few times…
– How was it?
– Great… Really awesome, I must say…
– How did you like shooting your load all over her tits?
– I loved it…
She finally exposed her chest to me. Her nipples were hard and erected. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gently pulled my head between her breasts. Her scent was dizziying and giving me goosebumps. She backed away a little.
– Lick it. And keep your hands off.
My tongue found her hardened nipple and drew circles around it, brushing over the sensitive skin before softly sucking it between my lips.
– I think the other one is jealous.
I focused on giving her satisfaction, my hands clamped around the edge of my chair. I went on for a little while, until she ran her fingers through my hair before brutally pulling my head back.
– Seems like you’re pretty good with your tongue. Did you make her cum this way?
– Sometimes.
– Did she like you eating her out?
– It looked so…
– Did she told you that you were good?
– Yes…
She brushed the tip of her fingers over my now rock hard dick, going up and down and drawing circles around the tip.
– Well… let’s see what you can do.
She turned her back to me and raised her skirt, unveiling a thong underlining the shape of her round butt. She wiggled out of it, letting it fall around her ankles and gestured me to follow her with a finger before sliding on her chair.
– On your knees.
Once I was down, she extended her leg and scratched my chest with her heel, her eyes firmly set into mine.
– Take my shoes off.
I obeyed and she proceeded to slowly take off her stockings. She put them on her desk and extended her leg again, her foot litteraly in my face.
– Lick it.
I hesitated a little too long.
– I said : lick it.
Her voice wouldn’t have suffer any contradiction and I obeyed once again. I wasn’t into the fetish stuff but she seems to enjoy what I was doing. And I must say that she took such great care of herself that the pleasure was shared. Her toenails were painted and even her feet’s skin was soft with a pleasent, perfumed scent. She stirred like a cat and finally pushed me away with a contemptuous toe.
– Shoes.
She presented me one foot after the other, like some kind of perverse Cinderella. Once I was done, she slowly pulled up her skirt.
– Eat me.
I came closer and put my hands on her knees. She hold my wrists.
– Not higher. No hands.
She let out a little sigh of pleasure when the tip of my tongue tingled her inner thigh. She exhaled a sweet, divine scent and I went higher. My tongue brushed her waxed pussy from bottom to top, once, twice, before tickling her clit. I licked her again from bottom to top, my tongue now totally flat, and tasted her fully. She breathed out a little harder and i played with her clit again. She moaned softly this time. After alternating those moves on and off for a while, I focused on her clit and her body answered. I felt her muscles tighten and her breath grow heavier, little by little. She started to rub her tits. The game felt like it lasted for hours. Her right hand grasped my hair and she pressed my face harder between her thighs, imposing her own rhythm. She was now panting, her head tilted back, pushing and moving my head exactly as she wanted, using me like a living sextoy dedicated to her own and only pleasure. My chin was soaked with her juices.
– Oh fuck…
She brutally tighten herself, arched her back and let out a long muffled moan. Her fingers painfully tighten in my hair and she nearly choked me between her soft thighs. I grasped for air when she finally released me and firmly pushed me away with her foot, her head still tilted back and her eyes closed.
– Go sit down.
I went back to the lonely chair and a moment passed. She went quietly around the desk, her breath still short, her skirt still around her waist, and took back her stockings, still looking at me. Her cheeks had got a little red.
– Your ex was right, you’re good.
She hovered around me, making me feel like a prey, and gently wrapped a stocking around my neck.
– Do you think you deserve a little reward, she whispered in my ear.
– I don’t know…
– I didn’t ask what you know, I asked what you think.
– I think so…
– Do you? Are you sure about that?
The stocking went tighter around my neck.
– I think I didn’t do too badly.
– Really? I must admit you gave me quite an orgasm. What do you think you deserve?
– I don’t know…
– Liar.
– No really, I…
– You think you deserve a little blowjob, don’t you?
I stammered an undecipherable answer and her lips went closer to my ear.
– You want me to suck your cock hard, don’t you? Answer me.
– Yes…
– You would like me to suck your dick and swallow every drop, unlike you bitch ex?
– Yes…
– You want to fuck me?
– Yes…
Her voice was like a sweet poison flowing through me. Every word gave me goosebumps, I felt like my skin was on fire.
– Keep dreaming.
I blinked, like I was pulled out of a dream. She backed up a few inches.
– You’re far from having made it up to me. But we’ll have another session. This was just a start.
I started to rise from the chair when she brutally tighten the stocking around my neck again and forced me to sit down.
– But I have to be fair, I can’t let you go like that.
She wrapped my dick in the second stocking with her other hand and started to jerk me off in a way I never experienced before.
– You have one last test before exams. Ace it and you will get what you deserve.
– Meaning?
– Make your imagination work… do you think it could be better than this?
She tighten the stocking around my neck a little more and kept pumping with her right hand, playing wonderfully with speed, pressure and wrist moves, all the time whispering in my ear. The stocking around my neck kept tightening.
– You would like me to take that beautiful cock in my mouth, do you?
– Yes, I answered, breathing hard.
– You would like to stick it between my big tits, do you, she said a little lower.
– Yes…
Her voice was now so low that I could barely hear her. The feeling of the stocking on my skin was exquisite.
– Ace that test, and I’ll suck your cock like no bitch ever did before.
That was the last push. My body arched and I moaned my last words of the evening.
– Oh no…
– Yes, she whispered in the most perverse voice I ever heard as I came in the stocking.
She didn’t stop for a second and drained me with a devilish grin on her face. She milked the last drops of fluid of my body. before releasing me, leaving the wet stocking on my dick. The other stocking fell around my neck as she went standing in front of me. She looked at me, one hand on her hip, and tasted my cum on her hand with the tip of her tongue.
– Well… Somebody tastes pretty sweet.
She winked.
– Get dressed. You may leave. I’ll see you next week. Focus and ace that test.
She turned her back to me, lowering her skirt and ignored me completely. I got dressed and left, spent and a little confused about what just happened.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/msric5/after_hours_class_part_1_mf_light_femdom
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