So, I just told you about meeting up with a college professor who had a thing for her younger students. She wanted a roleplay hook up and I was determined to give it to her. I was sitting in the desk at the head of the class with by erection proudly displayed under my sweatpants. This woman just yelled at me for being late and she got up to walk over to me. Of course, she took the time to grab one of those long, wooden yard sticks on the way. She was all leg and hot looking as hell.
Things got real interesting
She slammed the yard stick down onto my desk and I couldn’t stop myself from jumping. She has this naughty smirk on her face and leaned in really close to my face. I could see right down her shirt and smell her perfume. This woman was absolutely NOT wearing a bra and I could everything! I immediately got shot back into my teen years and remembered every single load that I lost to a teacher.
“You’re late, Mr. Smith. That’s far too many tardies in a row. What do you think we should do about that?”
I fucking loved it
I never thought I would enjoy female dominance like this as much as I did. There was just something about this being an actual teacher that turned me on to no end! I could feel my sweatpants getting sticky under the desk. She hadn’t even touched me and I was leaking precum like an adolescent!
“Um, um… I’m sorry, Mrs. Reynolds. I didn’t mean to be late… I won’t let it happen again.”
I stammered out the words and felt my heart pounding in my chest. She leaned in even closer and whispered into my ear. Her position put her naked tits right into my face and soft skin brushed against my cheeks.
“You’re a very naughty boy, Mr. Smith. Naughty boys like you need to be punished!”
Her hand started wandering
She leaned back so our noses practically touching. I was looking right into her eyes when I felt her hand grab onto the head of my dick under the desk. She ran her palm all over it and it felt amazing!
“Oh, what’s this, Mr. Smith? It seems that you’re all sticky under here! What could have possibly caused that, naughty boy?”
She sat back down
She let go of my cock with that same half smile on her face and turned around. I thanked God that she did. I probably would have just shot my load right there and then if she kept it on me. I got to watch her slowly walk away from me with her perfect ass moving under her tight skirt. She sat on the edge of her desk and crossed her amazing legs.
“You need to learn your place, Mr. Smith.” She said as she slowly kicked off one black high hell, then the other. They fell to the floor with a thud and I have to admit that I jumped at each one. This was a woman who could do anything she wanted to me and I would have let her. That was how deeply infatuated and turned on I was by her.
“Get on your knees, boy!” She commanded it of me more than said it. I did it as quickly as efficiently as I could. Then I just looked up at her like a dog looking for an order.
“Crawl to me.” Once again, I did it. The floor was cold, hard, and dirty, but I did it. I actually crawled on my hands and knees until I was right in front of her and her desk.
“That’s a good boy.” She half whispered to me. I had no idea what to expect until I felt her naked foot press against my chin. She exerted pressure and I took her cue to lift me head to look at her. She still had that sexy fucking smile that had me hypnotized and submitting to every order. Her foot was soft and pretty. She ran it across my forehead and down my cheeks. Then she placed it right over my mouth.
“Your place is beneath me, Mr. Smith. You must understand that. Now, lick!”
Phew, that was a lot, even for me. I’m remembering more details that I thought I would. I’m going to have to save the rest for next time. I don’t think I can keep going on without trying to call this woman up and seeing what she’s up to. Actually, maybe I’ll just do that right now. It couldn’t hurt, right? Maybe a trip down memory is just what I need right now!