There is always something alluring with the idea of an authoritative figure taking an advantage of someone in their care, forbidden as it may; it’s almost innate in our instinct to submit to someone that holds greater power over us. The structure of that hierarchy persists since the beginning of mankind, when we are but savages in caves…But what happens when the weak fights back? Instead of being taken an advantage of, you are the one that’s brave enough to take what you have always craved…The affection of your beloved teacher, the one who is always there to guide you on your path from a young girl to a fully blossomed woman, full of patience, who believed in you even more than your own family…How could you resist?
I should have foreseen the signs, the way you pinned out intimate details of my dating life under the guise of understanding what an University social life could like. As always, you were so clever in the way you did it, edging into very personal things, then back out into discussions of course selection whenever the conversation seems to be too much for me to take, who the good professors were and other safe subjects to hide away your interest. Hinting at the idea of a romance with someone much older than you, as in your own words, a more mature age that knows how to handle a young woman properly, especially in the bedroom…That should have been the first sign, and the way you have put your hand on my right arm should have been the second.
It was all tears and joys, tedious and pontificating as always, when graduation came. I should have expected it, although I have been through this many times during my career, it’s likely to be the only one most of these students or their families would ever see. But this one in particular, was one that I will always remember. When you shook my hand with such captivating smile, telling me how grateful you are, I can’t help be proud of how far you have come; a moment worth its weight in gold when you can see the fruition of your time and effort. Even smiled when you pulled an envelope from the pocket of graduation gown and palmed it to me. Presumably a token for your appreciation, and how little did I know it was far more than a simple letter…
Once I got home, I immediately tore the letter open. A small note and a memory stick fell out. The note merely said “Call me when you’re done watching it!” with a small smiley face. It listed a number, presumably your phone number. And when I opened my laptop and plugged it in. The memory stick contained a movie file, a little over twelve minutes long, and simply labelled with your name. It was probably a greeting, maybe some heartfelt thanks and a doting off our more intimate conversations with few tears to punctuate the point. I appreciated the fact that you felt our relationship was important enough to put this effort into it. Most of my students wouldn’t. But then again, I never had a relationship with a student like the one I had with you.
The image that popped up on my screen was of you sitting on the side of a bed, undoubtedly yours, wearing a lovely silvery grown, waves of silk pooled to your side. The camera was perched somewhat above you, like on a bookshelf or the top of a dresser drawer, and looked down on you at an angle. Nothing in the image indicated that you would do more than an extended thank you. It started out innocently enough, with you talking about your time during the school, your experiences and the struggles that you have faced, how you are grateful that I was there to help you out. But then, your tone suddenly changed as you began to mention the more intimate things we have shared; my preferences when it comes to women and how you have always thought about finding someone like me to guide you, and that’s when you look dead centred at the screen, almost as if you are staring in at me in directly in the eyes…It’s like a trance when you start to rose and did a quarter-turn, reached behind you, and unzipped that gorgeous silver dress with agonising slowness. It couldn’t have been more than a minute, and yet each second was seemly stretched to aeon as my heart was in my throat. This couldn’t possibly be happening…The way you looked over your shoulder up into the camera, smiled so sweetly, eyes twinkled with mischief, and shook off the dress…Is this the real you? The little vixen that has been hidden all the time under the masquerade of your goodness, the way you bent over to pick it up and tossed it onto an unseen chair….It drove me utterly insane.
“I’m going to touch myself now. Mr. Q, like those girls on the site that I know you like to watch. All the men do, but it’s even more real because we know each other so well and I’m doing it just for you. I really hope you enjoy it as much as I’m going to enjoy doing it.” I can see you laid back on the bed, pulled your knees up and spread your beautiful smooth legs in a large V, proudly displaying the milky softness of your thighs and that mesmerising valley, hidden just behind that thin flimsy fabrics of your panties. “Should I take my bra off Mr.Q? Of course, I should. I’ll bet those women on the site you like don’t have anything on at all. I’m not quite there yet, but I would like for you to look at my…tits. That’s how I heard all those men and boys from our school say it…Would you like to look at my tits Mr. Q?”
I can’t help myself but growl at the sight before my eyes, and begged like a hungry beast, and when you placed both hands on top of the little black bra, where lace was sparse enough that it was see-through, I could see you tweak your hardened nipples between your thumb and index finger. Your eyes were rolled into the back of her head with your mouth open, savouring your touch with glee…What a wicked sight to behold.
“That feels so good Mr.Q. I wish these were your hands squeezing my titties like this.” You continued, taunting me with your sweet voice with your fingers massages, tweaking your little buds, reaching inside your bra to get direct access to them. Only then did you un-clipped the front of the bra and slowly and very delicately lifted it off of you and shimmied out of it. The sight took my breath away…Your breasts were magnificent, high and firm, but silky smooth dotted with dark brown areolae and perky nipples turned up towards the ceiling, practically begging me to suckle and take a bite. Not huge, but plenty big enough to fill a hand fully.
“Would you like to suck my titties Mr. Q?” The way you taut me with your best naughty little girl voice, triggering a guttural growl deep in my chest “I’d love to have you here sucking and licking and biting them. I’d even let you spank them if you wanted to. Isn’t that naughty?” Your fingers dwelled on your delicious dark nipples, pinching them, then flattening and rubbing over the pinkish brown nubs. Sending little involuntarily shivers down your body before your hands left them and travelled down your flat sculpted belly, dipping below the elastic band on your little thong, down and down until you clearly had two fingers lodged between your labia. I was by then, stroking myself hard and muttering dirty little things to the screen.
“I’m going to get off now Mr. Q. Those are dirty words, aren’t they? But I feel a little bit dirty right now. It won’t take long to come with the way I feel. I’ve done this dozens of times over the last couple of years thinking about you, but this is the first time you get to know about it. It’s the first time you are here even though you aren’t physically here. I can almost feel you with me…” Your voice full of sultry passion as you trailed off and your head arched into the pillow under you. I can see those fingers move over your clit and dive into your wet crevice with increasing urgency. Your breath grew more rapid and several times it looked like you were about to speak again, couldn’t muster a single word. Another groan escaped my lips when you just tugged the soaked thin fabrics of your panties to the side, greeting me with the sight of your slick arousal glistening upon your slit.
For the next few moments, I was treated to the most erotic sight I have ever seen…Your fingers round and round over that little sensitive bud of your clit, before reach down, and push them deep inside yourself with a moan. Repeating the same process again and again, quickening your movements and making them become more violent every passing second. Your breath began to come out in gales along with increasingly loud cries of pleasure. When you approached your peak and raised your left foot up off the bed, it jerked back and forth involuntarily in response to the burning urges spilling forth from your crotch.
And when you started to scream as your orgasm took you completely by storm. Buckling into your right hand, starting it then stopping it, again and again. Pummelled at your clit in an up and down motion while your left hand squeezed your harden nipple…You couldn’t have relaxed for no more than a minute, until the whole process began once more. This time I have focused on your face and watched your curl those pretty wet lip in a lovely snarl before your mouth fell open, closed in on your second peak. What a truly gorgeous view….
I couldn’t help myself but to came at your exact command when you start pleading for me to join you in that moment of pure ecstasy, shooting my seed all the floor, my body, and the couch around me…
“I’ve taken a risk. You could ruin my reputation if you wanted, though based on what I know of you I think that would be impossible. The hard part is whether you decide you want to take a risk too. If you do want to, call me, and I’ll tell you what I want you to do.” You whispered softly in the aftermath of your passion before the screen went black…
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Now I have decided to call you straight afterwards, and you should know I couldn’t resist…So what would you tell me to do?
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/p0lsfw/a_teachers_secret
Just wow!