[M]y [f]ormer teacher gave me a dominant handjob

Last year I (M27 at the time) reconnected with my old teacher (F32) through Facebook. Miss D was widely known as the ‘cool’ teacher at my college.

She had literally just graduated university when she started teaching us at A-level. She shared all the same pop culture references and social media we did (remember Vine?). Oh, and she was totally gorgeous too. Probably less than 5′ tall, but slim and she had the perkiest ass imaginable. I spent many a Kleenex afternoon thinking about that thing.

Anyway, fast forward to last year when everyone was corresponding with all the old friends during Covid, she slid into my Facebook Messenger and asked how I’ve been, etc. We hit it off right away and agreed to go out for dinner when the restrictions allowed.

I knew this wasn’t a date per se, but I made sure to look good for it. I did some HIIT workouts beforehand (they’re awful, don’t do them willingly) and found a nice outfit for the occasion.

At the restaurant she greeted me, wearing her teacher’s uniform having clearly just finished a shift at work. She looked exactly the same as before, but she seemed surprised at my appearance, eyeing me up immediately. It was a real turn-on.

We ate dinner together and shared a bottle of wine. Occasionally her foot would ‘accidentally’ tap my leg, but we spent most of it laughing and gossiping about old teachers and classmates, and to be honest if nothing else had happened that night then it would have been a lovely evening regardless.

But something did happen. The first major thing was that she told me her and her fiancé had broken up. They were boyfriend and girlfriend whilst she was still my teacher, so this must have been a super long relationship. I asked if she was okay and for the first time that night she had very little to say, she just nodded whilst looking into her wine glass.

I tried to make light of being recently single too, and I told her my bizarre Tinder lockdown story (I’ll share it another time, but it ain’t sexy) which made her laugh.

After the meal we go to our cars, and she seemed to have gotten her mojo back. She asked if I wanted to go back to hers for a nightcap and nothing more. “Not trying to seduce me, are you miss?” I joke. “You should be so lucky” she said with a laugh “also stop calling me miss, you’re 27!”

At her place she told me she was going to quickly change into her pyjamas and that I “shouldn’t get excited as I’m going bed soon.”

I took the opportunity to judge her vinyl collection whilst I waited. She re-emerged, as promised, in some PJs and she saw that I was a little disappointed by this.

“Don’t judge me, I’ve had a long week and if you weren’t here I’d be wearing even less.”

I turned to her and said, “You say that like it’s a bad thing, Miss D.”

She sat next to me and playfully hit my shoulder, “You’re terrible.”

We sat on her sofa and polished off another bottle of wine. I’m not a big drinker, so this had really started to go to my head at this point… and to other regions.

Eventually I had the confidence to ask, “So how long actually is it since you’ve actually gotten laid?”

She chortled and said, “Fucking hell… Always with the subtlety.” “Y”know every guy in my class thought you were hot right?” “Really?” She seemed genuinely shocked.

I nodded and I answered all her questions about it, “Which boys? What did they say? Was it just me or other teachers too?” Her mind seemed to race with thoughts, until she finally came to a decision and put down her glass of wine.

“Sit forward a sec,” she said. I looked at her confused and moved my drunk ass to the edge of her sofa. She swooped in behind me so her legs and arms were essentially cuddling me from behind.

“What is… what?” I said, less than eloquently. “Just relax,” she said. “What else did you guys used to say about me?”

“Erm… Well, pretty much all of us wanted to sleep with you. Some of us even failed our homework so we could have one to ones with you.” Her hands were starting to work their way around my chest (good job I did those three HIIT workouts). “And what did you think about me?” She asked.

I took a pause, “I wanted you.” I heard her breathing sharpen, “Yeah?” “I wanted your body, I wanted… your mouth, I wanted to eat you out, whilst you were bent over your desk.”

She started kissing my neck, “Keep talking” she demanded. “I wanted to fuck you in class, I wanted to slap, squeeze your ass every day I was there.” One of her hands pushed my head to one side so she could aggressively kiss the other side of my neck.

Her right hand moved down to my crotch and she rubbed my dick over my trousers. I was a one-man Stonehenge at this point and completely at her mercy.

I moved my hands so that I was stroking her legs, but I couldn’t move them very far. “I want to touch you.” I begged her. “You’ll only touch what you’re allowed to touch.”

She finally opened my flies and released the man canon. She slowly started stroking me all the way from the base of my dick up to the tip, and then back again.

The combination of wine and my former teacher touching me basically rendered me speechless, luckily she decided to do most of the talking, “Where have you been hiding this big boy, huh?”

The hand she had on my neck moved up to my mouth, covering it completely whilst jerking me hard. “You have no idea how how tight I am… You could only dream of touching me… This is the closest you’ll get. And if you don’t cum soon I’ll stop wanking you… So are you going to cum for me?” I nodded.

She fastened her pace, and I was barely able breath. She lowered her hand from my mouth, and I was finally able to turn my head around and face her. She had a wild look in her eye. Without prompting her, she planted a kiss on me and pushed her tongue into my mouth.

I could feel myself about to cum but I wanted to sustain the kiss for as long as possible. She was jerking me off with one hand whilst massaging my balls with the other and whilst kissing me. I still don’t know this was physically possible.

She pulled back from the kiss, “Are you gonna cum for Miss D now?” She asked. I nodded and she turned my head back around. She took her non-jerking hand and put a couple of fingers in my mouth. Thank God her hands were small cos if she’d hit my gag reflex this would have been a r/TIFU post instead.

I instinctively sucked her fingers and she “Hmmm”-ed in approval. “Good boy” she told me, “Give me your cum, baby boy. I want it.” I finally couldn’t hold out any longer, and exploded semen all over her hand and my shirt. She let out another “Hmmm” in satisfaction and slowly did a post-jerk on me whilst I died in the ecstasy of it all.

Before I left she gave me one final peck on the lips and we tidied up and went our separate ways.

Epilogue:

I’ve often wondered why it never escalated to sex or a second meet, but a few months ago she started posting new pictures of her and her ex, so it’s safe to assume they’re now back together.

We haven’t spoken since that night but I’m honestly really happy for her, I think she wanted a bit of a rebound and I happened to be in the right/place time for it.

Anyway, now I’m into femdom for some reason.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ts4j0i/my_former_teacher_gave_me_a_dominant_handjob