After Hours Class (Part 3) [mF] [light femdom]

A few weeks passed after my hotel encounter with Mrs. K. Finals were just around the corner and I had a ton of work awaiting. I had a hard time concentrating (and spent a lot of time masturbating) but she made it a little easier on me by sending me a short and clear message (she had every student’s contact informations) : “Focus. All good things come to those who can wait. And who work hard for it.” Then she basically shut me out.

Finals went by, for a couple of difficult weeks, and I was worried enough to have my mind taken off a bit of Mrs. K.’s heavenly body. We finally met again for her exam but she made a point of acting like we barely knew each other past the student-teacher relationship. I went through the test, feeling I did alright and left with fingers and toes crossed.

The last test was finally done and I crashed on my bed on a friday night after some drinking with friends when my phone buzzed ; Mrs. K. just messaged me.

“Time for you to relax a little”

There was a video under the text. I pressed play and was greeted with pleasure moans and wet sounds. My heart skipped a beat. It had been recorded with a phone, dark and shaking, but I could make out Mrs. K.’s hourglass shape, with a man pounding her from behind. Her hand grabbed the phone and she positionned it in front of her, just below her eyes so her face was mostly hidden. She was moaning right at me, her ass up, the shape of her lover a little blurry but leaving no doubt about what was going on.

– I hope you worked hard, sweetie, her mouth whispered into the camera. Look at what you’re missing.

She screamed louder and the recording finally stopped, leaving me turned on, frustrated and a bit jealous. I answered.

“Thanks for the attention. Are you trying to make me jealous?”

She answered nearly instantly.

“Are you?”

“A little. My kinks don’t include cuckolding. But it was a lovely sight though.You’re beautiful when you fuck.”

“Are you hard right now?”

“A little.”

“Get naked.”

“I am.”

My facetime app rang ; she was calling me! I answered but the screen where her face should have been was pitch black.

– Show me, she said.

– Can I see you?

– No, you can’t. Do as you’re told.

I obeyed and positionned the phone in the most flattering angle I could muster.

– My, my. Already beating the proverbial monkey, are we?

She cut off the video call before I could answer and the phone rang almost immediately. It was her.

– I wanted to know if you were telling me the truth. I’m not much interested in watching your dick but I like to know you’re touching yourself thinking about me.

– You can rest assured I do. Ain’t the first time either.

– Can’t say I’m surprised.

She paused and her voice went low and soft.

– Do you remember how my lips felt?

– I remember everything about you.

– Do you remember how my pussy tastes?

– I do.

– I remember how you tasted too. How your tongue felt on my tits and clit.

My hand was now moving faster.

– I can still taste you. Can you?

– I can’t forget the feeling of you cumming on my face.

– How many times did you touch yourself thinking about me?

– A lot…

– Be more precise.

– Nearly every day.

– Good boy. You know, I hooked up a few times since our last encounter.

– Was it any good?

– Mostly. The video I sent you was my best fuck in a while. He left an hour ago.

– Did YOU think about me?

– Of course. I thought about you helplessly jerking off, wishing you could fuck me while he was making me cum.

– God, you’re a bitch…

– Watch your tone.

– I kinda meant it as a compliment…

She chuckled.

– I know. I AM a bitch. And don’t say you don’t like it.

– I do.

– I really did thought about you, though ; hard, hot and ready, wishing I had your hard cock in my mouth while he was fucking my brains out.

– Did you ever do something like that?

– I did a lot of things, young man, and I intend to do a lot more in the future.

– With me?

– It’s in fate’s hands now. I hope you did well. Or you’ll spent the rest of your life thinking it could have been you fucking me on a video I sent to torture someone else.

I sighed. My hand hadn’t stop for a second.

– Are you close?

– Pretty much.

– I want you to think hard about me. I want you to think about what my mouth did to you. I want you to feel my lips on your cock. I want you to see my face when you cum.

I blurted something that may or may not have been a word and shot ropes all over myself. I could hear her delight at the other end of the line.

– Good night.

I was still panting when she hung up on me.

After some excruciating days, the results finally came down and I almost jumped up in joy ; I passed! That was pretty close but I did it, and moreover, I did pretty good at Mrs K.’s class. My phone buzzed.

“Congratulations. My place, 9 pm”

Her adress followed and my heart beat a little faster. The phone buzzed again.

“I liked the suit.”

Message received.

I rang her building’s doorbell at 9 pm sharp and she buzzed me in. Once on her floor, I found her apartment’s door slightly opened and let myself in. The lights were dimmed and the place was embalmed in a nice, sweet, wooden scent. She was waiting for me in a leather recliner, her hair tied, legs crossed, sipping a glass of red wine. She was wearing a silky robe, kimono style, a little loose with obviously not much under it, ankle-straps heels and glasses resting on the tip of her nose.

– Looking sharp. Have a drink, make yourself comfortable.

I poured myself a Martini and sat opposite of her.

– Well, here we are. You passed, probably partly thanks to my motivational methods. My work is done. I’m not your teacher anymore.

We toasted.

– That doesn’t mean I don’t have anything left to teach you. But right now, I’m holding my part of our deal.

She took another sip and kept silent for a moment.

– Stand up.

I emptied my glass and obeyed. She put her glass down and came to me like a cat slowly tiptoeing towards a mouse.

– So, tonight, I’m treating you. It doesn’t mean that you can do what you want, but I’m fairly sure you’re gonna love it.

She played with my tie and slowly pulled me closer to her face. She kept me there for what felt like ages, feeling her breath on my lips, taking her scent in.

– But first things first, she whispered.

Then she kissed me. A soft, wet, sensual kiss that I have been waiting for nearly two months. Her tongue slithered around mine and I felt her free hand wrapping itself around the bulge in my pants. My hands met her hips to pull her closer and went down on her ass.

– Hands off, Mister. I’m treating you, you’re not treating yourself.

I chuckled and pulled my hands back, stealing a brush of my fingers around her breasts on the way.

– Do you realize how frustrating this is?

– I hope it is. All good things come to those who can wait.

She started to undress me. She acted deliberately slow, tie, coat, shirt, pants, running the tip of her fingers over my body and making me shiver with a little scratch of her nails here and there. Once I was completely naked, she kissed me deeply again and gave my now rock hard dick a slow but firm jerk. Her lips moved down to my neck. I had goosebumps from head to toe. She bit my earlobe a little and spoke in a whisper.

– Go sit on the couch.

I eased down on the dark leather as she took a few steps forward, looking straight into my eyes, and slowly took her robe off. She wasn’t wearing anything under it but a thong that she rubbed a little then slid down her ankles and wrapped around her wrist. I love lingerie but she was breathtaking without any artifice, and the sight of her body, wearing nothing more than heels and glasses made my cock throb. Her total confidence and control of the situation was one of the sexiest thing about her. Her gaze was mesmerizing and the slight smile on her lips confirmed me that she was enjoying the situation. She let her hair down with a little shake of the head.

She came closer and pressed her lips against mine once again, wrapping her tongue around mine before working her way down over my neck and chest. She kissed, licked, pecked, even bit a little, taking her own sweet time before easing herself on her knees and giving my stiff cock a slow lick. She wriggled the thong off her wrist and stuffed it under my nose. I accepted and smelled the offering, twitching a little under her tease.

– Did I tell you I love the glasses?

– They all do.

Then she took me in her mouth.  She switched gears with no warning whatsoever and went from delicate teasing to voracious sucking in a second. What she did to me in her hotel room was something I would never forget but this was something else. She let herself go completely, it was fast, wet, sloppy, and for a minute I really feared she was litteraly gonna eat me alive. And that look, my God. The way she used eye contact was driving me properly crazy. I was moaning and trying very hard to control myself when she stopped and pulled a bottle of baby oil from under the coffee table and squeezed it over her chest.

– Spread it.

She didn’t need to ask me twice. I rubbed and fondled her double-d’s until they were perfectly slick. I delicately played with her erected nipples and felt her chest lift up a little more. She pushed me back on the couch, scratched her nails from my chest down – hard enough to leave a mark – and locked my cock between her tits. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when she started moving. She smiled a devilish grin.

– I don’t think I need to ask you if you like it…

– I think the answer is pretty clear…

– As good as with your ex?

I chuckled.

– She never used baby oil. And your tits are really something else.

It was true. They were bigger than my ex’s, Katie ; smooth, heavy and firm, I was feeling wrapped in a silky dream. Her smile got brighter and my breath went heavier.

– Look at me.

Her eyes twinkled and she bit her lower lip, smiling.

– That feels good?

– If you keep going I’m gonna cum…

She smiled the devilish grin again and spoke in a whisper.

– I know.

– Oh God…

That was it. I grunted and exploded all over her chest and face as she pressed her tits harder, slowly massaging my dick. I was still shooting ropes when she deepthroated me and proceeded to suck me dry. Her hand cupped my balls and her nails gently scratched my skin. I gasped, my toes curled, my eyes rolled back, I had no air left in my lungs. When she finally released me, she slowly spread the cum on her breasts, deliberately swirling around her nipples, and tasted the tip of her fingers, her eyes still locked into mine. My head was spinning.

– My, my, what a mess you’ve made…

That grin again, as she sucked one finger after the other. She stared deep into my eyes as she cleaned up every drop on her chest and chin.

– I’m gonna freshen up a little. Have another drink and pour me one while you’re at it.

She came back quickly, put her robe back and sipped her wine against the kitchen counter, staring at me. I broke the silence first.

– What now?

– What now is up to you. I think I teased you enough.

– What does that mean?

– That means it’s time for you to take matters into your own hands instead of letting yourself lead.

She turned around and lean over the counter, offering me a beautiful view of her ass peeking under the robe.

– Playing with boys is very fun. But I like men to fuck me.

That was unexpected. I was a bit taken aback, but it didn’t last much. I had wanted her for too long. I walked towards her and brushed a hand over her buttcheeks. She stirred under my touch and I sofltly cupped her ass. Youth or not, I still needed a moment to load my batteries again and decided to play the tease myself. I kneeled down, pushed the robe aside and kissed her cheeks. My mouth and hands went to work all over her lower body. I brushed, carressed, prodded, kissed and lick her ass and legs all over. Her skin was as smooth as her robe’s silk and had a heavenly smell. Her body language was telling me that she was enjoying it but she was playful and made a point of not showing much of it.

I stood up, slid the robe over her shoulder a little, pushed her hair aside and kissed her neck. This time she reacted and moaned softly. My right hand ventured in the front and brushed close between her thighs. My left hand finished opening the robe and found her breast. The right one went up and I wrapped both my hands around her boobs. I controlled myself and fondled her with great care, remembering her wise words : don’t grope like a virgin teenager. Her nipples were hard again and I played with them for a while before letting my fingers crawl down again. Her legs opened and I found her clit. I worked her that way for a while, mouth, hands and fingers all in synch. She was soaking wet. I entered her with a finger and she moaned louder this time. It went on for a while until she just blurted out “Fuck!”, turned around and kissed me.

I nearly tore her robe off and pressed her body against mine, finally feeling all of her under my hands and mouth. I was rock hard again. She gasped in surprise when I pushed her up and sat her on the counter, then screamed when I dove head first between her thighs and ate her like there was no tomorrow. She grabbed the back of my head and used me just the way she did the first time we played in the classroom, except that this time there was no tease and no restrain. I felt her getting close when she quickly pushed me away, tearing a few of my hair in the process. She eased down the counter, pulled me to the couch, straddled me and screamed when she took me inside her in one quick move.

– Fuck you’re tight…

– Yeah, those little chinese balls work marvels, do they?

She slowly swirled her hips and twisted expertly for a while. I felt her nails digging in my shoulders as she started to bob up and down, slowly increasing her ryhthm. I buried my head between her breasts and greedily licked and sucked her tits while fondling them again. I grabbed her ass to gain some control and boldly gave it a slap. She screamed in delight and moved faster and harder. We were both moaning and groaning at this time and I hoped for the sake of her neighbours that her apartment was soundproof.

– Fuck, I’m close…

She grabbed my wrists, pushed my hands over my head and moved her hips faster. Her breath grew fast and short and I felt her muscles tighten around my dick when she came with a deep moan. Time stopped. I hugged her tightly but certainly wasn’t ready to leave things there. I pushed her on her back and entered her again as she was still catching her breath. I used slow and deep moves but quickly caught myself plowing. Her moans and bits of dirty talk were turning me on even more. Her legs found their place on my shoulders and she arched her back as she felt me going deeper.

– Wait a minute…

She pushed me back and turned around, positioning herself on her fours. She threw me a look that burned right through me and wiggled her ass a little.

– It ain’t gonna spank itself, Mister.

I laughed and grabbed her hips but didn’t enter her. I let my fingers sofltly running all over the shape of her ass before giving it a loud slap that made here squeal.

– You son of a bitch, you’re enjoying this a little too much!

– I’m just starting to enjoy it, I said as I slid inside her again.

I sped up the pace pretty quickly. I moved an arm under her and felt up her breasts. At this point, it all kind of went blurry. I was drown in her moans, the smoothness of her skin, her inner tightness. I spanked her again on her command, even pulled her hair at some point and felt close to the edge. She encouraged me to not stop and go harder and faster. I just lost it and exploded inside her. I was extra-sensitive after my first orgasm and the peaks of excitation she sent me through probably multiplied the feelings. I nearly blacked out. I’m afraid her whole building may have heard me. She let herself go flat on her stomach and I followed her move. We cuddled in silence for a while, our breaths still short, our bodies covered in sweat. She gently pushed me away and got up.

– Are you coming? she said over her shoulder.

– Where to?

– Shower. You need it. You have a long night awaiting.

– A long night?

I followed her to the bathroom and she smiled at me as she turned the water on.

– You didn’t think you’re going anywhere, do you? We’re just starting here.

She took me by the hand and pulled me with her under the hot water.

– Then we’ll talk about summer class, what do you think?

– I think I’m eager to get to work, Mrs. K., I said before kissing her.

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