Teacher Sub – Chapter 1 (MF, ds)

Chapter 1 – Senior Year

I can’t believe I was almost done with school. College had been a great experience, but I was ready to move on. I had my fun for sure, though.

I’ve always been aware and in tune with my body from an early age. My first year in college, I had two boyfriends and a few one night stands. I am 5’6″ tall and 125 pounds, with dark brown hair, athletically built (I ran track in high school), so I had no shortage of date requests. The guys were fine, but vanilla in the bedroom. I didn’t know exactly what I was looking for, but I craved a more intense sexual experience.

My Sophomore and Junior years seemed to fly by, being the hardest class wise. A couple of hookups here and there, but guys kind of fell off my radar. My course load for Senior year was going to be pretty easy and I was looking forward to getting back into the dating scene.

My friend Tracy and I hit up a party that October of my Senior year and that’s when I saw Ron Grello. The party wasn’t technically a frat party, but most of the guys were of that ilk. I had grown bored with those kind of guys, all talk and very few could back it up. Ron looked different. He looked like he would be the lead singer of a punk band. Tall and skinny, Ron had black hair with multiple piercings and tattoos that were visible. He had a wiry strength to him and an aura that matched. I instantly felt a tingle in my pussy when I saw him. I pointed him out to Tracy and asked for her help in landing him. Ron was definitely not Tracy’s type, so I didn’t have to fight her for him.

I hoped I didn’t look too preppy for him. I had chosen my tight black skirt with black stockings underneath, but my pinkish blouse was probably too tame. “Dammit,” I thought to myself, “I should have gone more edgy. Well, fuck it, I gotta try.”

Making our way across the room, I shouted at Ron above the music and talking, “Hi! How’s it going?”

He sized me up for a second, then said “Fine. Maybe better now. I’m Ron. Ron Grello” and he stuck out his hand.

“Hi back. I’m Sara Moore,” I managed to fumble out. A few minutes of ineffective talk over the music and he jerked his head to the door and yelled, “Wanna go outside?”

I followed him out the door and the blissful quiet finally allowed us to talk for real. “So, you go to school here I take it? What’s your major?”

“Yup, Education major. Going to teach when I’m done.”

“Teaching is an honorable profession,” he remarked.

“And, what do you do Ron? You, um, don’t look like a normal college guy.” He laughed, “Yeah, that’s cause I’m not. I’m a mechanic. Not glamorous, I know, but I make good money and it’s pretty stress free. Leaves me plenty of time to do the things I like.”

Twisting my hair around a finger, I say, “And what do you like, Ron?”

“Working on my Harley, hanging out with my friends, that sort of thing,” he answered.

Trying my best to be sexy, but not slutty, I stuck out a hip and said, “Anything else you like?”

He laughed at my stupid antics, but followed up, “Well, I am quite fond of hot college girls.” He pulled me into his body and kissed me hard. I had been wanting to feel his lips ever since I laid eyes on him and they didn’t disappoint. Wet, but not sloppy; strong and sure. This guy oozed sexual power and I could feel my pussy moistening from what should have been a pretty simple kiss.

Coming up for air, I said, “I like that you like them.” I kissed him again and leaned in hard to him. After another minute of this, he said, “We need to get out of here. Text your friend that you’re going home with me.”

Maybe I should have been pissed he was so presumptuous, but I wasn’t. His strong, domineering way about him was actually a big turn on. I followed his orders and texted Tracy.

His apartment was only a few minutes away and we were barely inside his front door before he was on me, his hands grabbing a handful of my tight ass while kissing me hard. I rubbed his bulge through his jeans just before he picked me up and, as if I weighed nothing, thrust me against the wall. I almost had the wind knocked out of me, but he seemed oblivious as he hiked up my skirt, directing me to wrap my legs around him as he pushed his bulge at my crotch.

After a minute of fervent making out and standing dry thrusts, he said, “Let’s go to my bedroom” and he carried me down his hall, into his room and threw me on the bed.

“Unbutton your blouse,” he commanded. There was a forcefulness to his voice that was both scary and erotic. The frat-type boys I had the last few years would be fumbling at my buttons, apologizing along the way. I don’t think I will need or will get an apology from Ron at any time tonight. I had all the buttons undone quickly.

“That’s right. Good girl, Sara. Now, remove your blouse and bra. I want to see your tits.” His commanding words were having a great effect on me; my head was almost spinning and I could feel the chemicals in my brain shift into overdrive. Again, I followed his commands, removing my bra to reveal my B-cup breasts.

Looking slightly disappointed at my lack of size, he said, “Oh, well, they will have to do.” He climbed onto my bed and, with my skirt still hiked up to my waist, pressed his bulge against my pussy mound again while grabbing hold of each my breasts and squeezing. “You want to get this cock in your pussy, don’t you Sara?” he knowingly asked.

Previously, I had not been used to much talking at all during sex. A few “Oh God”s and “Fuck, this is great” or “Oh, sorry about that,” but this sort of talk was foreign to me. But I fucking liked it.

Drunk on his sex talk, I bit my lower lip and then answered, “Yes.”

“Yes what?” he demanded.

“Yes, I want you to put it in me,” I answered again.

“I need you to say it, Sara. Say, ‘Ron, I want your cock in my pussy.’ Say it,” he stared down intently at me. It was frightening and sexy at the same time.

Meekly I said, “Um, Ron, I, uh, want your cock in my pussy.”

“No, no, no, Sara, that won’t do. You gotta say it like you really want it. Now fucking say it!”

His bossing me around was more of turn on than I could ever expected. I answered him strongly, “Ron, I want your cock in my pussy.” He smiled. Then I followed up with, “Ron, put your fucking cock in my wet pussy.”

He quickly worked off my skirt and pulled off my panties, but left my black stockings on. “Oh, yes,” he commented, “Your pussy is nice and wet, Sara.” He got his jeans off and whipped off his underwear. I don’t think he has the biggest cock ever, but next to his skinny, wiry frame, it definitely seemed like the biggest one I had ever encountered.

“I would normally make you suck my cock for a minute, but I can see I don’t need to,” pointing down to my wet pussy. I’m practically dripping on his bed. He lines up his hardened cock against my pussy and slides easily in. He starts fucking me good. His actual thrusts might not even be the biggest turn on when compared to absolute lust and determination in his eyes.

“You’re such a good little, slut, aren’t you Sara?” he asked as his big cock was buried to the hilt.

“What? No, I’m not a slu…” I start.

He cuts me off, “Yes, you are Sara. You’re my little slut.” I want to disagree with him, but I can’t. He has me in such a exotic state of pleasure, I can’t help but agree with him. I meekly nod to him, “Mmm hmmm.”

Forcefully, Ron said, “I need to hear you say it, Sara.” He stared at me intently while continuing to slowly move his cock in and out of me.

“I’m your good little slut, Ron,” I say to him, looking at him drunkenly.

“That’s better. Cause you know what good little sluts get?” Not waiting for answer: “They get nice, big orgasms. But only if they are really good and ask for it.” Sliding his cock out of me, he puts his hand on my mound and leans his head in close to my face. “Would you like a nice, big orgasm?”

“Mmm hmmm. I mean yes.”

“Yes what, Sara?” he responds as he slides his middle finger into my wet slit.

“Yes, I want a nice, big orgasm,” I moan out.

“I don’t know if I believe you. You’ll have to convince me.”

“Please, I need you to give me a big orgasm,” I plead.

“You know I almost believe you,” he retorts. He easily slides his ring finger in next to his middle finger and slowly massages my pussy.

“Ron, your little slut needs you to give her an orgasm. Please!”

“Mmmm, yes. Now that’s a proper slut,” he says as he kisses my mouth hard while finally pushing in hard with his two fingers. As his fingers are pushed into my juicy cunt fully, he presses his hand hard against my clit, eliciting the response I know he was waiting for as I buck and moan under his touch. I got the sense he knew I was completely under his control at this point.

He finger and hand fucks me for many minutes, pulling down his intensity when he senses I’m nearing orgasm. “Oh, no,” he says with a devilish grin, “You don’t get to cum just yet.”

As he continues, my need for release grows and grows and I start yelling and shouting, saying things I’ve never said in the bedroom before. “Fuck, Ron. Yes, finger fuck your little slut” and “God, you’re fucking my slut pussy so good.”

Finally I grab his hand and hold it tight against my clit, pleading in pleasure, “Oh fuck, I need to cum. I’m begging you. Let me cum.”

He relents and turns to my pussy and clit with renewed fervor. The squishing sounds coming from my pussy sound like I have an ocean of water down there, but I don’t care. Kissing me hard on my neck, he says, “That’s right. Good little sluts get to cum. Come on, baby, you can do it.” I arch my back and yell, “Fuck, yes, I’m cummmmminggg.” I proceed to have the biggest orgasm I think I have ever had as I thrash wildly on his bed for a long time.

After catching my breath, I open my eyes to him smirking at me, “So, how was that?”

“Holy fuck. That was the most intense, insane thing ever.”

“Good. Now roll over and get on all fours.” His voice was back to his commanding tone. I dutifully comply and offer my tight ass to him.

He slides his cock into my pussy from behind and starts slamming his thighs against my ass. The intensity he displays while fucking me is no less than how he fingered me, filling my pussy to the brim.

Soon he says while pulling out, “Flip over I’m going to cum in your mouth.” He knows I won’t argue with him and do so. He straddles my rib cage and strokes his nice cock inches from my face.

“Your my little cumslut, aren’t you?” he asks as he massages his cock above me. I barely get out a “yes I am” before he’s unloading buckets of cum into my mouth. I do my best, but end up choking on the amount of cum he’s pouring into my mouth.

As he looks down on me, “Normally, I would have to punish my sub for spilling my cum, but I’ll make an exception this time.”

“Sub?” I question.

“Yeah, we were doing a little dominance and submission. I was the dominant, as they call it, and you were the submissive. It’s kind of a kink of mine. You seemed to be into it, so I kept it going with you.”

Snuggling into his chest and hearing him talk about it, he seemed like a different person from the one a few minutes ago. We chatted about D/s for a while and I learned a lot. Of course, I had heard of it, but hadn’t really understood it. I certainly didn’t understand the eroticness of it until tonight. I also knew I was hooked.

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