The Gym Teacher [Part 2] [M/F] [Student/Teacher] [MDom]

*Authors note: I’m so happy you guys liked the first part! I’m excited to keep the story going for you all, the next one will be from Mr. Miller’s perspective. I’m a busy college student, so it may take me a few more days to get Part 3 up, but for now happy reading! <3*

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**Rose’s Perspective**

I look at the clock on my phone, it reads 3:20

*Shit! Why did I have to lose my self control, I should’ve waited to rub my pussy until I got home*. I think

I’m sitting on a bench outside the gym, my chemistry class ended 20 minutes ago. Most of the students have already left to go home for the day, and I’m all alone in the florescent hallway, squirming nervously in the seat, wishing I could prolong my entrance to Mr. Millers office.

My stomach is in knots, and my face is still burning with embarrassment. I remember the shock on his face, when he flung open the curtain. I can’t believe my gym teacher is the first man to see me naked I think, putting my head in my hands.

*I wonder what he’s going to make me do* I think, biting my lips. *Probably make me clean the toilets, or write a 15 paged paper.*

Another thought pops into my mind and my heart drops, *what if he tells the principal, or worse my parents!* I groan in agony.

I guess I’ll just have to do whatever I can to keep it between us two.

Just as the thought passes the door opens, Mr. Miller’s head pops out,

“Ah Rose, there you are. Come on in.” He smiles warmly, putting me slightly more at ease, but my face still burns.

He leads me into a door on the side of the gym. Inside is a small room with a whiteboard, desk, a couple of chairs. As I gingerly sit in front of the desk, I take notice of the beautiful paintings on the walls, and several intricate ceramic vases on the desk.

“Uh, are you an art lover?” I say, trying to break the silence.

He rubbed his hand behind his neck, seeming a little embarrassed, “Yeah, a couple years ago I graduated from art school. These are actually my pieces.”

“Oh, well they’re very beautiful!” I say, hoping my earnest compliment will soften whatever punishment I was about to receive.

“Thank you Rose, but flattery will get you nowhere.” My blood goes cold, and eyes widen for a second in shock at his boldness,

“I-I-I w-wasn’t t-trying to…” He laughs good naturedly and walks behind me, placing his big hands on my shoulders.

“I’m just joking with you; you don’t have to be so stressed.” He starts rubbing and kneading my soft shoulders, “You’re so tense. You know, as your designated heath teacher as well as your gym teacher, I can say for a fact that stress is very bad for you- you should try to avoid it when you can.”

Before I can respond he cuts me off. I feel him lean close, his mouth close to my ear. His hot breath tickles me and makes the hairs on my neck stand up. “Is that why you were touching yourself this morning? Were you feeling a little pent up in class, and had to find that release?” I tense up at his words, shocked that he addressed it so boldly.

“Um, uh, y-yes? I guess?” I say, sounding stupid and shaken.

“Shhhh, be a good girl and relax for me, okay?” I blush at his words and force myself to lower my shoulders as he tenderly works them with his strong hands.

“Don’t worry, it makes sense that you’d feel pent up. Boys your age are so bad at pleasuring girls, I’m sure none of those losers have been able to make you cum, right?” he whispers

“I’m uh, actually a virgin, I’ve only ever kissed one boy before.” I say- beyond mortified to be telling this to my teacher.

“That’s totally fine Rose, don’t be embarrassed. Girls like you can rub their pussy silly day after day, but what your body needs to truly be satisfied, is a big older cock, right?” I nod slowly, unsure of how else I’d react. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears as my pussy starts to swell up with arousal.

He takes his hands from my shoulders and walks behind the desk; he adjusts his crotch and I can see a sizeable bulge. I cross my arms over my chest to hide my erect nipples. He pulls out a marker and eraser and hands them to me.

“For your punishment you will be writing “I will not rub my pussy in class” on the board 30 times, I’ll sit here and watch you until you finish, ok?”

I gulp and take a deep breath, relieved that the punishment isn’t so bad. When I stand up and walk to the board he takes my seat, he sits with his legs open wide and arms crossed, dark hair spilling over his brow as he stares at me.

He’s really hot I think, glancing at his firm muscles and tan skin. Much different than the rest of the old potbellied men that teach at this school. I can’t stop the feeling of arousal from building again as I turn to face the board and start writing. I purposefully stand on my tiptoes and jut my ass out a bit while starting the lines, knowing the view would be good. I write for about ten minutes, all while I can feel Mr. Miller slowly running his eyes up and down my curves. As I get to the bottom of the board, I become a little bolder and bend at the waist while writing, knowing that my ass and pussy will be slightly exposed under my skirt. I could imagine what he was seeing, my black lacy thong barely covering my puckered hole and plump smooth lips, all nestled between my thick firm thighs.

He gruffly clears his throat and stands up. “Rose, I thought you were going to be a good girl for me. But here you are shamelessly bent over, knowing good well you’re flashing me those tight holes.” He walks over to me and I yelp as he grabs my arms and contorts them behind my back.

“M-Mr. Miller?” I say, too shocked to utter another word.

I gasp as I feel his fingers dip below my skirt and rub slowly over my pussy hole. He releases me from his grip and crosses his arms. “Just as I thought. You’re soaking wet.” I look down at my feet, ashamed at my actions.

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to disappoint you. I just wanted to make things right.” I say.

He snorts. “Well, like I said before, I can’t blame you too much. A virgin like you must never feel satisfied.”

I stand there silent, while he puts his hand to his chin, pondering for a bit. “Sit on my desk Rose.” He finally says.

Confused but not wanting to get in more trouble, I hop up on the desk, feet slightly swaying. He pulls up his chair in front of me.

“I can’t have you acting out, and being so distracted from your teenage hormones. As your health teacher, it’s my duty to teach you how to stay satisfied, and educate you on the male sexuality- since you have no experience yourself.” I blush again at him calling me a virgin. “How does that sound?”

I nod a little and gingerly say “Well if you can help me to stop feeling like this so much, then I’m fine with it.”

“Good girl.” He says, grinning wide. “Take your shirt and skirt off.” He says abruptly, his voice suddenly deep and raspy.

“B-but why?” I say shakily.

“Because I’m your teacher, and you have to trust me if you want to solve this issue you’re having.” I nod again, wanting to be obedient.

I hop off the desk and slowly remove my tight top and short skirt. My face is burning, and I’m staring at the floor.

“Look up at me.” He says as he stands up and walks circles around me, looking me up and down.

“Sit back up on that desk for me.” I hop back up, keeping my eyes trained on his piecing green ones. He comes close, standing between my legs, and suddenly grasps my big round boobs in his strong veiny hands. My eyes widen and I gasp softly but I don’t say a word, not wanting to get reprimanded. I close my eyes and resign myself to enjoy the feeling as rubs the erect bumps beneath my thin bra.

“Your little nipples are about to pop out of this bra, they’re so hard.” He says softly. He massages my boobs with his big hands, periodically rubbing circles over my nipples. When starts softly tugging them a needy moan escapes out of my lips.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” I say, ashamed of my, now vocal, desires. He places a hand under my chin and raises my eyes to his.

“No Rose, that was very good, I want you to express exactly how you’re feeling, ok?” I whisper an ok as he goes back to massaging my tits for a few minutes. He trails his hands down to my panties and looks at me again.

“Tell me, what’s one other way a man can tell that you’re horny?” He says, staring into my eyes with a teasing smile.

“Um, when my pussy is wet?” I say shakily.

“Yes! Good girl. Lay back on the desk.” I do as I’m told, and feel his slowly trace his finger down my aching cunt, barely covered by my little panties. “Look here.” He says.

His finger is glistening and wet with my thick arousal. “You look very horny to me Rose. Is that a correct assumption?”

I’m blushing harder than ever “Yes…” I whisper

“What was that? Yes what?” He says expectantly.

I clear my throat and say louder, “Yes Mr. Miller, I’m really horny.”

He smiles softly at me and pats my head. “Very good. Now we can address the issue at hand.”

He sits back down in his chair and wheels it in between my legs. He wraps his hands around my ankles and he pulls me forward suddenly, my pussy close to the end of the table, with my feet resting on the arms of his chairs. He slides his hands slowly up my legs, stopping to slowly rub my inner thighs, trailing up the edges of my pussy lips with light feather touches. He hooks his fingers under the waistband of my panties and swiftly pulls the black thong off of me, suddenly my bare mound is exposed in the cool air. My heart is beating out of my chest, his face is mere inches away from my hot dripping pussy. My clit twitches instinctively as his hot breath hits it.

“Wow Rose, you have such a beautiful pussy.” He says, admiring my little plump pink lips and tight hole.

My nervousness is beginning to be overshadowed by the fire burning in my pussy. “Really?” I say. “No one has seen it before now.” I blush at the compliment.

He affectionately runs his fingers up and down my pussy lips.
“Mmm, really. It’s a shame you’ve been hiding it. I can see how desperately you need to be taken care of, but don’t you worry, I’m going to have you more than satisfied after I’m done with you. Now take that bra off for me, it’s a crime to keep those tits hidden away too.”

Heading his commands, I quickly free my tits from the cups of the bra and lay back down. He gets to work, first licking and kissing my thighs, then the top of my naked mound, I gasp loudly when his mouth clamps down on my pussy lip, sucking and softly nibbling it. His hands travel up my stomach and he starts to tweak and rub my erect nipples now too. I moan freely now, unabashed in my desires as he teases my pussy. He strokes his tongue up and down the sides of my pussy, careful to avoid my throbbing clit and hot tight hole, it’s driving me crazy. After a few minutes of his relentless teasing, I’m so pent up I could scream. I start to buck my hips inadvertently, needing him to give into my desires.

“M-Mr. Miller?” I say through my moans.

He looks up devilishly from my crotch. “Yes Rose?” “Can you p-please lick my clit now?” He smiles softly, a twinkle in his eye and says

“If you want it so badly, then beg me for it.”

My mind is enveloped in a fog from how horny I am and I obey him instantly. “Please Mr. Miller, please, I’ll do anything for you if you lick and suck my clit, please!”

He smirks at my desperation “See, was that so hard?”

He dives into the dripping folds of my pussy, and I yelp from the sudden onslaught of pleasure. His stiff tongue strokes pleasing my throbbing clit and pussy hole makes my whole body feel like it’s on fire. He suckles and strokes my clit with his hot mouth, swirling his tongue in intricate circles, expertly painting my pussy with his tongue. His speed and pressure makes me contort and squirm on his desk, his papers fall to the ground in a flurry around us. He removes his hands from my aching nipples and slams them down on my hips, not letting me get away from the pleasure he is giving me. With my body locked in place, he moves down to my pussy hole and dips his tongue in, fucking me with it. My legs start to tremble, as the warm veiny tongue probes my walls I start to feel light headed, overwhelmed from the amazing sensation. He swiftly moves back up to my clit and works it at rapid speeds again. My incoherent moans bounce off the walls and my vision starts to go black.

“M-Mr. Miller I’m so close, I-I’m gonna cum for you!” I scream.

He slips a finger into me at this moment of exclamation, and my pussy clenches down on the thick long digit hard. He pumps it in and out, then curls it up to rub my g-spot at the same time. After three seconds of rapidly building pleasure that felt like an eternity of bliss, stars explode behind my eyes and my whole body is swept away in huge waves of pleasure, my pussy throbs harder than I can bear and my legs go completely numb. I’m sweating and moaning out of my mind, my thighs and the desk soaked with my wetness.

A few minutes later when I regain the power of speech I say through gasping breaths “Holy shit, oh my god, I’ve never felt anything like that in my whole life Mr. Miller!”

I sit up, naked and shaking on the desk. He smirks at me- “See, that is the type of pleasure that you need, not a 5 minute solo session on a shower floor.”

I furiously nod, mind still fuzzy from the intense orgasm. I look down at him, his shorts are straining under the pressure of his enormous bulge. He notices me looking and grabs my wrist. He guides it to the bulge and places my hand on it. I can feel the heat of his cock from beneath the thin fabric of the shorts, it’s throbbing under my grasp. I gingerly wrap my hand around the bulge, and find his cock outline. I gasp, it’s as thick as my wrist, and rock hard.

“Wow, I didn’t realize cocks were THIS big!” I say, mouth slightly open.

“Well, most aren’t like this, I just happened to get lucky.” He smirks slightly. “I think you’d benefit from a lesson in the male anatomy, how about you come to my place Friday after school? I can give you some individual tutoring. You don’t want to go off to college without knowing how to pleasure a man, don’t you?”

I nod, “That sounds like a good idea, if that lesson will be as good as this one then I’m definitely interested.” I say beaming in the afterglow of my orgasm.

“Perfect, I knew you’d be eager to learn. I’ll email you my address. Now get going, I have some cleaning up to get to.” He beckons to the scattered papers and mess of wetness on his desk. I grin sheepishly and wiggle into my clothes, feeling light and happy. I turn my head as I walk out the door

“Thank you Mr. Miller!” This was the best detention ever!”

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