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A Lesson About Cameras (Mystearica x Crusade)

Mystearica

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Tick, tick, tick, tick....Nichelle DuMont glanced at the clock every few moments as she graded her tests. She was always staying after school until around 5 o' clock, grading tests or papers or coaching the volleyball team whenever it was in season -- which it was right now, but there was no practice today. She would have been alone in the school but for the football team doing their own practice out on the field.

The French class room -- replete with posters of the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe, and a number of other French landmarks and landscapes -- was empty. Nichelle sat in the back at her desk as she always did after hours, flat shoes off beneath her desk, breezy dress shifting around her bare legs as they shifted underneath the desk.

Just one last paper to do (a report on Les Miserables [any version, because she wasn't heartless] done entirely in French for the French 2 class. They'd done well for the most part, but the current paper she was on was covered in red from the ink of he pen -- one of the meatheads had managed to flip the genders on everyone in the cast, not to mention confusing multiple words with Spanish words that made the whole thing read a little hilariously.

Tick, tick, tick... any moment now and she'd be done and could finally get home.
 
Adam Chesterfield had a whirlwind of a night. After meeting up with a few friends, he called it quits early and jumped onto his laptop. Being a teenager with hormones always raging, the captain of the football team decided to browse one of his go-to porn sites in hopes of getting off before he went to bed. Like he did many times, he searched the ebony section, having always appreciated black women. There was something about the contrast of their dark skin and his light skin that really turned him on. Plus, he just thought they were generally sexier.

After a few sub-par videos, he just so happened to click on one entitled, 'Sexy Black Co-Ed Sucks Dick @ Party'. Amateur porn videos were always a good time and because the girl was black, Adam knew he'd enjoy it. What he didn't expect was to see his French teacher, Miss DuMont, blowing a white guy. His eyes widened and he could hardly contain his excitement. He felt like immediately calling all his boys and letting them know that a teacher at their school had a fucking sex tape!

But he was smarter than to do that. He really didn't want to ruin her reputation. As bitchy as she was and despite how much shit she gave him, the last thing he wanted to do was get her fired. He'd always found his teacher drop dead gorgeous and the fact that she spoke French fluently only added to the allure. Plus she seemed very proficient in sucking cock as well. After jerking off to the video, Adam mulled over his next move. He finally decided on copying the URL to his phone in order to bring his little find to his teacher's attention.

The next day, the video was all he could think about. He had to suffer through an entire class with Miss DuMont. Rather than pay any sort of attention to the lesson, he smirked to himself as he watched her moving around class, the thought of her on her knees with a cock in her mouth the only thought in his mind. After school, Adam headed for practice. He planned on visiting his French teacher afterwards to confront her.

After a two hour practice, Adam showered and changed into a school football team t-shirt and a pair of jeans and sneakers, making his way back into the school. He knew when Miss DuMont saw him, she'd probably bring up the report he knew he fucked up.

Knocking on her door, he stepped inside the classroom. With a grin, he headed over to her desk, a hand clutching his phone as he did. "Hey Miss DuMont. Have a minute?"
 
Nichelle marked down the last bit on the paper she was working on, giving an F to one Mr. Chesterfield. She would have written a little remark about it, but honestly she had about run out of room with the comments she'd jotted down over the whole thing, and her red pen was starting to run out of ink, leaving the F looking a little streaky. She capped it and tossed it in the garbage just as she heard a knock upon her door. "The door is unlocked," she called out, her S's a little harder than most, her vowels longer. English was her second language, after all, a function of Caribbean ancestry.

She smiled pleasantly enough when she saw Adam's face in the opening door, standing and slipping her shoes onto her bare feet. "Ah, Mr. Chesterfield. I just finished your paper on Les Miserables. It was... not good," she said, setting his red-marked paper onto the stack, arranging them all neatly before stowing them away in the top drawer of her desk, locking it with a small key. "Keep the genders in mind for the next test. It's coming up soon you know," Nichelle said, glancing over to Adam as he approached her desk.

"Ah... can it wait? I'd like to head home soon -- I'm already a bit late in leaving," Nichelle said with a smile that bordered on the sheepish. Her dark eyes were drawn from his (admittedly handsome) face down to the phone he was clutching in hand. "... but as long as it will only take a minute, I can wait," she said. She was curious -- the only students she ever saw outside of normal school hours were the volleyball team. It was very unusual for one of the football team to even take her class, much less visit her after hours.
 
"You might want to hold back on that criticism, Miss DuMont," Adam said with a wide smirk, not indulging her on the reason just yet. He felt it was best to be vague in the beginning and really get her going before he divulged the find that was sure to turn her world upside down. "Now I know I'm no Victor Hugo or whoever the fuck wrote that shit, but honestly...fuck French," he added, flashing another grin. He never would've spoken that way to a teacher ordinarily. It was the power he held over her that made him so brazen.

"This shouldn't take long," he said, tossing his phone from one hand to the other and then back again, the entire time his eyes took in the sight of the black woman sitting at her desk. Just the thought of those full lips wrapped around his own cock just like they'd been in the video had him reeling. He knew with what he had in his hands, he could probably get her to do just about whatever he wanted her to. It was obvious that Miss DuMont liked what she did for a living and jeopardizing that and having her blowjob video go even more viral were things he couldn't see her wanting to happen.

"I guess I should just cut to the chase, huh?" he asked her, nodding his head as he unlocked his phone and pulled up the video. He pressed play and didn't allow her to see the screen just yet. He only let her listen to the background party noise and then the closing of a door.

"Suck that fucking cock, Nichelle," the guy said from the video and at that moment Adam held the phone tightly in his hand and turned it so his teacher could watch herself in college, on her knees, sucking cock like a porn star. "Look what I found," Adam said, grinning from ear to ear as he looked at Miss DuMont's face, waiting to see her reaction.
 
Nichelle scowled in that special disapproving way she had about her -- her jaw firmly set, her eyes leveled out, and she took in a deep breath. "If that's the way you feel, at least your grades in my class reflect it," Nichelle said with a withering look. "Good night Adam," Nichelle said, brushing past him with a disdainful sniff, shapely legs carrying her halfway to the door as the first few seconds of the video played, right up until a very familiar voice stopped her dead in her tracks. Nichelle's blood ran cold and she slowly turned her head to watch a long-forgotten video out of the corner of her eye, of a college-aged Nichelle Dumont down on her knees, sucking off a guy at a party.

"... Robert, you asshole," Nichelle whispered, her cheeks burning with shame as she saw her head bob up and down, finally ending with pulling her head back and letting pearlescent ribbons of cum splatter across her tongue and her pretty face. She found herself standing there, hands balled up and shaking, chest rising and falling as she took deep breaths trying to calm herself down. At last, she stilled and dark eyes turned onto Adam.

"Why are you showing this to me, Adam?Not so I can try and get it removed from the internet, I assume." Not that she'd have any real luck with getting it off of there, she imagined.
 
"Did you forget about this, Miss DuMont?" Adam asked his teacher with a devious smirk. "Or should I say Nichelle? I don't know how you could possibly forget something like that. I'm sure he told you he deleted it, right? Maybe I should be the one teaching the lessons. See, you let a guy record you sucking him off and wearing his cum like a slut, he's not deleting that shit. He's showing all his friends and then he's letting the world see it."

"I'm not showing you so you can delete it, either. You can't. It's out there. And until an administrator finds it, which may never happen, I'm keeping this little gem saved on my phone. So, if you make all of those F's, A's and prove to me you're willing to do anything to keep the video out of their hands, I won't let any of them know. Get it now?" he asked her.

Adam glanced down at the phone again and moved the slider of the video back to the moment just before the guy came on her face and tongue. "I'm kind of jealous you know..." Adam said, just as the guy could be heard grunting and the cum presented itself. "I've always thought about what it'd be like to see my cum all over your face," Adam said, whirling an eyebrow. He clearly had thd upper hand and had no intentions of relinquishing control.
 
"I was drunk," Nichelle muttered, gripping her bare upper right arm sheepishly. "I know I can't get it off the internet. I'd just hoped he'd do the decent, human thing and not put it somewhere where it could jeopardize my job." She was trapped, she knew -- her name was in it, her face was plain as day (even if it was splattered with cum). And if she made a fuss about it, either by coming clean or trying to get the video off of the internet, students would see, the PTA would find out and have her head, and with this as her only reference her career as an educator would be done.

She kept quiet, listening to him and the background sounds of her sucking a man off, chewing on her lower lip as she heard a familiar grunt and her own drunken giggle at being plastered with cum. She looked up from the ground her eyes had been focused on, staring Adam straight in the eye.

"... no," she said at last. "I'll pass you with a good grade, but I have to turn my grades in to someone. No one would buy you being a straight A French student," she said. "... and secondly, you don't want me fired any more than I want to be fired," she said, taking a slow step his way, her eyes half-closing as she reached out to settle a hand on his firm chest. "You have something I want, and I have something you want, no?" she asked.
 
"You're giving the guy way too much credit," Adam started, laughing as he shook his head. "I mean, obviously the dude wasn't exactly the most moral person in the world. He knew you were wasted and got you to agree to suck him off while he filmed it. It's not like the moral compass was pointing in the right direction," he said, Adam knowing how guys were. Hell, he was exactly like the guy in the video.

The power Adam held was undeniable, but when Miss DuMont mentioned having to submit the grades to someone, he nodded his understanding. It wasn't as if Adam excelled in any other classes. He was pretty much a C- student at best and an A without any warning would've set off red alarms. It didn't help that he was quite certain he couldn't even count to ten in French and the semester was close to over. She was right.

When she made her way over to him and placed her hand on his chest, Adam glanced down at it. It was so strange seeing his teacher like that, despite the fact that he'd seen her blow a guy. He'd thought about fucking her on more than one occasion. And, with the video saved to his phone and still on the internet for anyone to stumble upon, Adam knew he would eventually get exactly what he wanted.

"I guess it all depends on what you're willing to give me, Miss DuMont. Because any sort of misstep on your part and this ends. And I don't want you to think I'm going to become so lovestruck by you that I'm going to delete the video and start worshiping the ground you walk on. It's not like that at all. There's no connection between us other than the fact that I want to fuck you," he said bluntly, making sure Nichelle knew what she was getting herself into.
 
"I like to believe the best in people, Adam. Sometimes I am right, sometimes I am wrong," Nichelle said. "Regardless of what you'd like to think about me from that video, know that I'm not stupid. I am... willing to cooperate," she said, her hand slowly sliding down the length of his muscled chest, wrist twisting so that her dark hand splayed with the fingertips pointing down, sliding ever further to the bottom of his stomach.

She gave him a small smile, a coy look at the mention of him being 'lovestruck'. "... but just because I am, do not think that my cooperation comes without conditions. No pictures of me, no video, no audio. We both get what we want out of the deal and we leave it at that," she said as the tips of her fingers trickled over the waistband of his pants, idly brushing over the button and zipper that kept him confined.

"Have you ever been with an older woman, Adam?" she asked suddenly, giving him another little push back towards the edge of her desk. "Because I promise that it's a whole new experience. Which you will only get if my conditions are met. I know what you want from me, and you'll get it... but not all of it right now," Nichelle said as she brought her manicured hands together, undoing the button on his jeans.
 
Of course she was willing to cooperate. Did she really have a choice? Her career and her future were hanging in the balance and all Adam had to do was go to the administration and let them in on Miss DuMont's indiscretions and she was done. At least her teaching career would be. Judging by the video, she probably had a future in porn if she chose it.

When she started laying out ground rules, he felt sort of aggravated. He felt as if he should be the one doing the same thing. Did she think he was just bluffing and that if she didn't do what he asked of her, he wouldn't go through with giving her up? With such power in his hands, he was a little surprised she wasn't taking him more seriously.

As much as he wanted to voice his frustration with her little rules, he couldn't help but get caught up in her hand descending towards his jeans. He was already semi-hard just from her touch and the promise of what was to come. No pictures or video or audio? Adam's friends wouldn't believe he actually fucked around with his French teacher. Proof would've been nice, but he could always be more persistent in the future. Protesting was just going to get her angry and that meant she wouldn't go through with whatever she was planning on.

"A college girl. But she was only a year older," he said, looking into Nichelle's eyes and then back down to her hands as they undid the button on his jeans. "What do I get right now, then?" he asked, curious as to what his teacher had in mind. With the backs of his legs pretty much pressing against her desk and the button of his jeans undone, Adam took a deep breath and waited to see what was in store for him.
 
Nichelle gave him a devilish little smile as she oh-so-slowly pulled the zipper down. Any power she gave him now, she would not be able to get back in the future. Be accommodating, she thought as the zipper landed at the base of his lap, but firm. Besides, she could keep him happy without digging her hole too much deeper, she hoped. And she wasn't about to service the whole football team to keep one guy's mouth shut.

"That's not an older woman. That's just a slightly older girl," Nichelle said, heavy on the French accent as she gave him just a little shove, enough for his rear to touch on the top of the desk. Nichelle hooked her slim fingers around the top of his underwear, slowly lowering to her knees as she dragged the underwear down, inch after inch until his hardening cock popped out of the top.

"You liked the video, right? That was me... drunk and inexperienced," she said as the dark fingers of her right hand wrapped midway around the shaft of his white cock, slowly pulling it up as she leaned forward. "... and this is me now," she whispered, pressing her tongue to the underside of his cock, dragging slowly against the skin licking from base to tip like a piece of candy as her left hand slid easily into position beneath him, taking his balls gently in the palm of her hand, giving them the lightest squeeze just to let him know her hand was there.

She gave the head of his cock a quick flick with the tip of her tongue, right hand gently pumping him once or twice as she looked up beyond his cock, staring him straight in the eye with a slyest of smiles.
 
Adam wasn't quite sure Miss DuMont was quite aware of the extent of his crush. It wasn't merely exploiting one of his teachers just to get a piece of ass. Adam had a thing for black women in general and Nichelle was no exception. In fact, her confidence and accent just added to how hot he thought she was and it was crazy that stumbling upon a completely random video online was about to get him his cock sucked.

"Yeah, I liked the video," he said, surprised to hear Miss DuMont be critical of her performance since from what he saw, she sucked cock just fine. And the guy in the video didn't seem to mind, either. The thoughts of her previous indiscretions were short-lived, however, as Adam watched his teacher pull out his cock.

If she really had learned a thing or two since the video was made, he couldn't wait to experience what they were. Adam absolutely loved the contrast of their skin colors. Seeing those black fingers wrap around the white shaft brought forth a groan and when she eased into position and licked his cock, he groaned even louder. He was glad she'd guided him to the desk. He placed his hands on the desk on either side of him, keeping himself steady despite the fact that her subtle, yet sexy actions were making him weak in the knees.

It took no time at all for Adam's cock to grow to full erection. It was an impressive size and it didn't seem like Miss DuMont minded at all. With her hand pumping the shaft and her tongue flicking the tip of the head, Adam locked eyes with his teacher and in that moment, the realization hit him. He was in Miss DuMont's classroom, getting a blowjob from his teacher. It would've been a totally surreal experience if it hadn't felt so damn good.

"Fuck," Adam breathed out, returning the smile when their eyes met.
 
Perhaps Nichelle was -- perhaps she had seen the fleeting glimpses he'd given her bared legs, or her behind whenever she had to lean over, or watching her full red lips move whenever they were particularly made up that day... and perhaps that was what she was counting on as she bathed the head of his erect cock with her tongue, swirling slowly around and around the hardened flesh.

Nichelle shifted on her knees as her eyes closed, nostrils flaring as she took in a deep breath, taking in his musk before she suppressed her gag reflex and pulled his cock down with her right hand, giving his balls a gently squeeze as her head moved forward. Every inch passed across her tongue, stretching her dark lips around his white cock as the head passed into her throat and kept going ,sheathing his dick entirely in her throat, lips pressing against the base of his cock.

She looked up at him for a long moment as her right hand grabbed at his hip, holding herself there for a moment before she began to pull out, his cock glistening with her saliva as he popped out of her throat, Nichelle taking a few breaths through her nose. Her right hand took its place back at the base of his cock, beginning to stroke the lubricated flesh as her head started to bob -- all he could feel would be the soft flesh of her cheeks, her lips, and her beguiling tongue, swishing around the head from every angle, there being no teeth to be felt as she sucked him off.
 
Adam was no stranger to sex and especially not to blowjobs. In fact, his number of partners was incredibly high considering his age. Despite that fact, it took no more than a few seconds to come to the conclusion that he was receiving the best cock sucking of his young life. He watched Nichelle drop down to her knees, bathing his cock in saliva before she took inch by inch into her mouth. He'd never been deep-throated before and had started to believe from past partners that it wasn't even possible.

Dispelling those thoughts rather quickly, Nichelle slid him into her throat and took every inch like some sort of seasoned porn star, making Adam wonder just how experienced his teacher was. She said she'd gotten better since that video and she wasn't lying. In that video, the blowjob was hurried, drunk and sloppy. The result would ultimately be the same, but Adam was thankful he was getting Nichelle after she'd had a few hundred tries at sucking dick.

There was something about her dedication to the craft that was evident in the way she sucked him off. Adam had anticipated some reservations, but Miss DuMont gave him head like she thrived on having his dick in her mouth. Audible groans escaped his lips every few seconds, his legs weakening under him as she gave him feelings he'd never experienced before. The perfect combination of her hand stroking the base while she bobbed her head along the top half had his cock throbbing and he was sure she'd be tasting an ample amount of precum at the tip before long.

As much as Adam wanted to savor the moment, he knew there would be more from where that came from. He was still in the driver's seat, despite how Nichelle had sort of taken the reins a bit. Ultimately, he would get whatever he wanted if Miss DuMont valued her job as much as he assumed she did. And if her blowjob was any indication of what sort of lover she was, Adam couldn't wait to experience it all.

Wanting to test the waters and see how she'd react, Adam placed his hand on the back of his teacher's head, not forcing any more of his cock into her mouth, but just resting it there. "You like that cock, Miss DuMont?" he asked her once their eyes locked again.
 
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