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The Perfect Teacher (Andy & Tyr)

The young thing before him was the personification of hot and bothered, as she squirmed beneath his touch. Was it fair that he could manipulate her body so, or that he knew how to turn her on so much, probably not, but so too he was helping her discover something that she might never have, or if she did, not till she was much older. With sincerity brought on by need she pleaded to cum, to cum for him. The words filled with desire, want, and unabashed sexual hunger. Jake could see by now that she was strongly sexual, and his touch was intensifying something that had laid dormant and untouched till now. One of his sheer joys of teaching was the sexual awakening of a young woman, that transformation from innocent girl, to sex object. No this young thing was far from that yet, but even now he could see the clear signs of her destiny and potential.

She’d brought her legs together to try to delay and stop the burning she felt between them. She stared at him, her whole body tense and tight, trying to obey his command, even against the almost unstoppable nature of need that had filled her body to a bursting point. The look of determination was clear, as she futilely tried to comply, her body so close to betraying her. Knowing that her ability to meet his demands would soon fail, so he moved quickly to enjoy her surrender to his next order. Moving with a determined intent, and knowledge of years of experience, he smacked the side of her legs.

Spread your legs! Open them for me! Don’t you ever deny me what is mine? Even that is mine.

His strong hand moved over her legs and coveralls. The hand coursed its way, rubbing and gripping her legs, till it was between them. Though her little cunt was covered, his hand knew exactly what to do, his eyes filled with an intensity as he stared right at her. The voice so strong, so deep, so confident, as he gave her the one command he thought she so desired.

Cum for me my little slut! Cum for your new teacher, your real teacher!

The hand clenched and drove the coarse fabric into her nether region, shoving it there as he demanded that she give her pleasure up on command and to him. Jake wasn’t some boy, who didn’t know or understand his actions, he knew exactly what he was doing and why.

Don’t hold back! That’s for me! Enjoy it! Enjoy what I give you!

One hand still between her legs, the other grabs the back of her and pulls her up for an intense kiss, as he take the gasping breathes of her most private pleasure right from her lips.
 
Her entire body shook now as she spoke to him. It was as if it were an unspoken command, or request even, that she not look away from his eyes. She couldn’t. Even as his hands explored her legs and made their way along her body, she never looked away. His hand resting on her pussy, though still clothed, drew a gasp, a body tremor, and a second where she actually thought about running away. She had promised him she would not run away though. Rationalizing that in her mind as why she was staying helped her mask the fact that she was enjoying everything this man was doing to her.

The combination of his hand, his efforts, and that last command were a lethal mix her body could not fight against. A howl as Callie threw back her head completely, and her body complied. The release she pleaded with him for rushed over her body filling every pore of her being. Callie became aware of the wetness pressing against his fingers even through her clothing. She was wet. Very wet. So much so, she was sure it could be seen. Callie had soaked through her coveralls, and even in that knowledge, she did not move nor stop. Her orgasm ruled her body as much as Mr. Emerson did. "I'm cumming Mr. Emerson! For you! My teacher!"

Jerked from her own reverie, she feels his lips against her own. Inexperienced in such matters, Callie lets him lead, guiding her in this moment. Her orgasm slowly subsides, and she was beside herself. His hand was pushing her clothing into her pussy. Her pussy had soaked her clothing. She was kissing her teacher. Her teacher! And older man. Callie pulls back from him breaking the kiss. “Th-Thank you Sir. Wh-what should I do now?” The shy, nervous girl was showing her roots again despite the compromising position she was in, but she had to know. What did he expect from her at this point? Where would she go from here? Was this a one time thing? Would he do this with her again? All questions that only time would answer.
 
The results spoke for themselves, as the girl and her body screamed out their desire and need in a unison of orgasmic pleasure. She wasn’t doing this for some high school crush or long term boyfriend, but a teacher she’d met for the first time but a few hours ago. Her most intimate moment shared with a man twice her age, and not in some romantic way, but by him simply commanding it of her. She giving it willingly and with an enthusiasm quite beyond her experience. The dark wet spot forming on her coveralls, giving clear evidence to the immensity and intensity of her submission. The whole time his lips tasted, and felt the quivering shakes of her orgasm as it cascade through her young body with a passion and strength not usually seen in someone her age. Their lips parting as she thanks him and asks of him what’s next. He smiles just a little, at the innocence and nativity of her words, for she really couldn’t yet understand what she was asking.

I guess that depends on you, and if you really meant what you said.

Jake’s hand still remained between her legs, he had no intention of letting her come down yet from this sexual ride he’d put her on. So his skilled hands continued to manipulate her body while they talked, his tall dark and handsome features so closer to her. His breath still touching her lips, and his hand pressed between her legs.

Are you ready to learn? To let me teach you?

He looked seriously with intensity into her eyes, as he spoke, so she could see he wasn’t joking, playing around in what he was saying.

If so, you are going to do what I tell you when I tell you. No bullshit, no complaints, no whining, just do as you are instructed. If you don’t think you can do it, fine, and we’ll never talk of this again.

Jake was confident, he really had no doubt how this young girl, almost young woman would respond, if nothing else his sticky fingers gave him some clue.

Don’t answer, go home and think about it. The choice is yours and you have to make it.

Even as he said this his hands withdrew from her body and he stepped back, putting more distance than had been between them for a while. Now further back he could see between her spread legs the dark spot that gave proof to her most recent submission.

Tomorrow you are going to return to my class, if you are wearing something as conservative and nice as your attire today, then I will know you couldn’t live up to what you said, but if you wear something a little more appealing, and a shorter skirt, I’ll know you want to continue this, are we clear?

Jake turned and went about turning off the lights, and closing down the shop for the day, leaving her there, in a state of arousal and probably bewilderment, but that was intended. It was time for her to consider what kind of an education she really wanted. He was looking forward to tomorrow’s class to see what would happen.
 
Depends on what I said? This man is leaving such a choice as this up to me? Her eyes conveyed her shock at not only his words but the fact that his hand was still touching her. Mr. Emerson had not withdrawn. He had not stepped back. He had not left the room. He wasn’t on the phone informing someone of the lewd act that had taken place. There was no sign that he was going to leave or expose the situation in the slightest. Some part of her mind was afraid that once he had gotten what he wanted, he would. Not a single person in her life ever remained past getting what they wanted. He had made her body release in ways she never thought possible with a man. Not in the sense that it literally wasn’t possible, but more along the lines of it would never happen with a man. Callie had resolved herself to a life of knowledge and books. Romance and men was only in the cards within those books and the occasional movie she would indulge in. This man though, remained, and with his hand still between her legs. She gasped at the thought and the warmth still radiating from him.

Her eyes suddenly averted from his intense gaze that felt as though it would burn right through her. Truth was Mr. Emerson did see her. He actually saw her. Not the nerd, the clothes, the money, or even the girl that everyone made fun of. He saw the young girl beneath it all. Nobody else had ever bothered to. Not only that, he wanted to spend time with what he saw. He wanted to teach her. His words, talk of his lessons, seemed so heavy between them within the tiny, almost nonexistent, space that was there. I can smell him, she thought closing her eyes tightly. His smell would stay with her, or at least she hoped. Opening her mouth to respond, it was as if he knew and wanted her to take more time.

“Yes Sir,” she replied finally opening her eyes to meet his. “I understand.” Even as the words left her mouth, he had already backed away from her creating this void between them. Instantly there was an ache. Bells and whistles began to ring in her mind. Something is wrong! This is not right! The space she so wanted before was finally there and Callie found herself wanting him to come back. As the lights clicked off, she slid from the table feeling the wetness between her legs.

There was no fear about getting home with a wet spot on her clothing. She would simply call the driver to come collect her. He would never ask. He would never care. Callie would sit quietly on the way home thinking about her afternoon in the shop. It all seemed so surreal to her, but then she only had to squeeze her legs together tightly and feel the wet spot to get a powerful reminder that is had actually happened.

At home it was as it always was. Her father was working late. Her mother had some charity of the week event she was attending. Alone sitting at the huge dining room table, staring at her own reflection in the polished wood, she pushed her plate away. The afternoon played through her mind once more. His touch. His words. Her breathing hitched at the thought of it all. She was actually glad to be alone at that point. ‘Are you ready to learn? Let me teach you.’ His chest. Suckling his nipples. She began to squirm. ‘I command you because it’s what you need and want.’ She closed her eyes leaning her head back in the chair. Her own hands rubbing hard against her sex. ‘Don’t be afraid of what you want, only be afraid of what you might miss.’ Her mouth opens, and her feet lift from the floor. He wasn’t even there, and his influence, his reach was touching her deep within. ‘It’s okay. You can let go. Give into it. You don’t have to deny what you feel. Just listen to my voice, and listen to your body, and discover the truth of who and what you are.’ Callie opened her eyes wide and leapt from her chair racing to her room. Throwing open her closet doors she began to throw clothing throughout her room until she found what she was searching for. A grin on her face as she held up the garment.

The next afternoon she would step into class much to the snickering of those around her wearing a plain and simple white button up shirt. Her skirt was brown and it came just below her knees. Her legs were covered by her thick socks that she had pulled up tightly. It looked like she was wearing little girl shoes. With her lips to her books, she rushed to her seat through the rising laughter. Not once did she look up.
 
There was always a risk in playing with the girls at school. Jake had always been very careful, selecting just the right loner to teach, but you never knew. Even though yesterday had gone well, it could still blow up in his face, not that he thought it would, but it could. Still he had an almost arrogant confidence brought on my years of experience doing exactly what he’d done with young Callie already and what he had planned. There was just something about her that made him believe that she just might be the best one yet. You couldn’t know for sure, it was still too early, but he had his suspicions. So Jake went about his day preparing and then teaching his morning classes. When it finally came around to his afternoon class, he was a little relieve and pleased to see his special students arrival, but more so because she’d change her attire, not drastically but just a little. By no means were her clothes truly sexy, but they were definitely an improvement from the prior day’s choice. He did little to acknowledge her in any more way than he did any student that attended his class.

Alright everybody take your seats.

Callie assigned seat was in the front, directly in front of his desk. As the students shuffled to their seats, he gathered up the graded assignments on his desk. He casually walked around, handing them back, the class was still loud as students chatted and talked. He noted some of the giggles and pointing as some of the girls observed Callie change in attire. Such was to be expected for no creature was more harsh and judgmental than a teenage girl. Still from his quick glance, his newest student was starting to show just some of the assets she had so strategically hid. Those same girls probably wouldn’t be so happy when there boys started to notice the changes that would be coming over her in the future. As he handed out papers, he talked about the day’s lesson.

Today we are going to discuss mufflers and what they do, and why they are so important.

The paper dropped on Callie’s desk was only different in one slight way, from those he handed to everyone else. It contained a small note, more specifically an instruction.

‘Ask to go to the restroom, remove your panties, and come back to class.’

If you will all open your books to page 38, there is a nice drawing of your basic muffler system, so you can look as I discuss its operations and purpose.

If Callie raised her hand he would address her and give her permission to leave, before continuing with the lesson
 
She listened to the snears and giggling subside as he spoke. It seemed Mr. Emerson commanded respect and radiated authority with everyone. Still she was certain he did not have the same effect on everyone he did with her just yesterday. Then again, for all she knew, the other girls were wet between the legs, and he had given them special lessons as well. Her eyes drifted over to one of the girls sitting within her view. The girl looked up and gave her a disgusted look. Was he doing things with all the other girls in this class? Is that why any of the other girls even bother to take this class? Then again perhaps they thought it was taught by a woman just like I did. Maybe yesterday was a fluke. He didn’t seem to pay any more attention to me than he did anyone else. Yeah. Possibly I read too much into it. No. That would be impossible considering everything that went on. Too difficult to read too much into such direct actions. No. Then it had to simply be a fluke, or he is not interested anymore. Either way, yesterday happened, and now it’s done. Let it go. Forget about it. Pass this class and move forward.

Her inner conversation came to a close as Mr. Emerson began to talk about the days lesson. She had been aware of him passing out papers, and truthfully she was not concerned in the slightest about this. It was a test, and she always excelled in that field. Knowledge was her friend, and they were well aquatined.

She was fumbling with her book when the paper dropped her on desk. Of course the grade stared up at her in red. A. Not a shock really, but the side note caught her attention. She released the book from her grasp letting it fall open on her desk as she grabbed the paper. Biting her bottom lip, she looked up to see if anyone had noticed. Of course not. Again Callie checked the note. Mr. Emerson’s words were muddled somewhere in the back of her mind as he talked about the lesson. It wasn’t a fluke. He didn’t change his mind. She was nervous again. Instantly. Her knees rubbed together as her thighs pressed firmly together. Already the familiar feelings from yesterday were returning. No. I can’t do this. Not here. Not with everyone watching. I can not become aroused. Her nipples poked at the fabric of her bra and shirt. No. Not here. ‘Are you ready to learn? To let me teach you? If so, you are going to do what I tell you when I tell you. No bullshit, no complaints, no whinning, just do as you are instructed.’ His words burned in her ears. She nodded throwing her hand up. “Mr. Emerson may I be excused?”

She watched him nod wondering if he was waiting for her to ask. Getting up, her arms were folded over her chest in an effort to hide her hard nipples. She grabbed the bathroom pass and nearly ran from the room. Callie didn’t notice until she got to the bathroom that she had left her bag in the classroom. Where am I gonna put my panties? I don’t have any pockets with this skirt. Her face paled. I’ll have to carry them, but everyone will see. I can’t….She looked into the mirror. “No bullshit. No complaints. No whining. What he says, when he says. Do as you’re instructed.” Disappearing into the stall, her heart was racing as she pulled her solid white granny panties off. The feeling of the skirt against her naked ass felt beyond strange. Knowing her pussy was bared for all to see was almost enough to keep her from opening the door. She could tell she was wet. Even her panties had a wet spot. How did he make me do that so fast, she wondered. What if someone finds out I’m not wearing panties? What then? Can I really do this? Her hand was shaky as she opened the door and stepped out of the stall. The reflection looking back at her was her own, but somehow she though she looked different. Everybody will know. A hard gulp, and she opened the bathroom door and headed back to class.

Once inside, Callie placed the pass back up on the wall and sat down. Her hands held together in a single fist concealed her panties. They came to rest on her desk, and she looked up at Mr. Emerson. Nodding, she smiled and opened her hands slightly revealing the fabric. He would see. He would know. She wanted to close her hands back, but Callie wanted to keep showing her the panties that had just been on her body. There was a fear to quickly put them away in her bag, but the pull to keep them revealed for only him to see was stronger. She smiled as even this act alone was beginning to warm her body once more.
 
Jake could teach the class by rote, so even as he discussed the merits of the muffler, he could devote a fair amount of his attention on both the young woman’s exit and return. Even though he couldn’t immediately ascertain her condition, he was pleased to see her hand filled with the white fabric of her undergarment. Also he noted her perky nipples which nicely protruded against the fabric of her top. Since she was in the front row, her condition wasn't easily observable to the other students as it was to him. Never breaking from his lecture he just continued to discuss the benefits that the muffler offered both to the car and to the public for noise abatement.

While the lecutre went on he noted that Callie really couldn’t take note or do much with her hands trying to hide panties. Knowing well the girl had a few options if she were sharp, he decided to truly test her and see how she performed.

I’d like a student to come up and do a basic drawing of a muffler and show the class what we have discussed, any volunteers?

Jake knew there wouldn’t be, this was a class dominated by guys, and the kind of guys that weren't pursing any sort of academic advancement. The girls here were for the most part only here because the cool guys were in the class, and they figured the guys would help them out. So there was vast silence, as there normally was on such requests, so he just nodded his head.

Well then, I guess I’ll pick. Why don’t we have our newest student show us what she knows? Callie if you will please come up here and show us.

Jake erased the chalk board and stepped to the side to allow his newest student an opportunity to review the class lecture on the board in front of the entire class. He waited and watched to see how Callie handled it, not sure if she still had the removed garment still in her hand. It was a risk, but just things were what made life exciting. Plus it was again a nice test to see if his newest “special’ student was up to the task. Plus what was life without a little excitement? Every one of his girls was different, and yet all of them had to learn to follow his instructions and submit to his will.

It was so funny how the boys this age chased after the popular girls, did as they were asked, and in some ways submitted to them, as Callie did to him. They did it out of the hopes of getting between these little bitches legs, when in fact every time they did as requested, they were one step farther from their goal. There was something karmic about that.
 
She nodded as he called her name. Oh she could tell him, and the entire class, anything they needed to know about this subject. It was all there in the book anyway. He was putting her on the spot, making her move, and she had to perform. Under the spotlight for his amusement. That's what she was.

Her hands till firmly held her panties. The girl's white knuckles were proof of that. She had just seconds to think as he had instructed, openly in front of everyone, to proceed before them all at the chalkboard. I could put them under my book, but what if they slide along the desk? What if my book slides and takes them to the floor with it? I could reach for my bag, but everybody in here will be watching, looking. What if they see? She gulped looking around before settling her gaze on his desk. In the center, near the front edge closest to her was a stack of papers along with some books. To the right of this stack were two baskets. One was labeled IN and the other OUT. The stack worked as a nice cover. The baskets were not see through. Solid, metal baskets. She smiled. "Yes Sir."

Callie rose to her feet, still clutching the garment in her hands. To the class it must have simply looked like she was nervous. As she passed by his desk, her left hand held the solid white fabric, and she simply let the proof of his current order being followed slide from her fingertips into his IN basket. Such a graceful move. Like water she seemed to glide to the board as if nothing was amiss.

Once there though, another realization sank in. Now she was before everyone, before him, with no panties. Her forehead beaded up with a thin layer of sweat as her shaky hand reached for the chalk. "Um....well I....don't know how....to draw....well, but I can try," she added rather quickly. It took her longer than it should have to render a substandard drawing. If the class didn't know what it was suppose to be, they probably would have never guessed. She could feel their eyes on her back watching every move she made, but it wasn't them that burned into her. It was him. Her hands were clamy. She licked her lips as she drew. Amazed she could even feel her sex growing wetter. There was nothing sexual about this act, drawing a muffler on the chalkboard, and yet her body was still reacting. The tremble in her shoulders wasn't from being put on the spot. It was knowing he was watching. The skin on her arms cooled and goosebumps formed. Callie was focused on her breathing as much as her drawing. She could hear every intake of air and every release. Even the sound the chalk made on the board as she moved it, guiding it, pressing down creating this diagram of sorts. "And that's how the basic system works, " she finished up putting the chalk back in the tray. Her eyes looked over to him for approval and for the okay to take her seat once more. "How is that Sir? Is that....pleasing?"
 
Jake appeared to be nonchalantly standing there waiting for his newest student to fulfill his directive as she sauntered up. Most of the students as they usually did, were paying almost no attention to what was happening, and he himself almost missed the little sleight of hand as she deposited her panties into his IN basket. He tried not to smile, but he was impressed with her choice of location to discard her undergarment. Standing in the isle between desks, he watched as did a few others, Callie’s presentation of the subject matter. The other students wouldn’t notice that she didn’t have any panty line on her outfit, but he did, giving the briefest of sly smiles as she began drawing. There was stiffness to her movements, and having seen enough young students, he knew she was nervous, and some of the other students would too, even if they didn’t know the reason. A few where even mumbling various critiques and criticisms on the quality of her drawing. The young thing asks for his approval as she stood there before him. He looked there for long moment, his eyes not so much casting over the drawing, but over her body, as only she would see, as she was looking directly at him. She asked if he found it pleasing.

Yes I do.

Only the two of them would know exactly what he was referring to in his answer. The others if they had been paying attention were now engaged in personal conversations or other distractions. None of the boys probably realizing what stood before them, and if only they’d been a little more mature, could have had so easily, their loss his gain. As he spoke he began to walk directly towards Callie.

I hope the rest of you were paying attention. And since some of you think this was so easy, and clearly you could have done better, we’ll just test that theory.

Jake came right up to Callie within inches of her and reaches past her to pull down the white video background that was sometimes used for movies or projections, covering Callie’s work.

Now everyone will do their rendition of the muffler system, and turn it in before leaving. They are to be in my IN box before you leave class today.

Jake still standing but inches in front of Callie turns his head towards her.

You may sit down now.

She would almost have to brush by him to get past.
 
He was heading right for her, and her heartbeat raced in her chest. She was sure her shirt was moving from the rapid pumping. Callie didn’t take her eyes off him. There was no fear of the other students noticing this moment, this tension between them. Part of her mind willing him closer as her lips parted. That’s it. Come closer Mr. Emerson. Please. Let me smell your scent. Let me feel the warmth from your body. With every step he took, every sway of his body, flashbacks from the day before flooded her mind. Touching his chest, tasting his nipple, his hands on her body, his voice, that sultry, commanding voice, telling her, guiding her to give herself over to him.

Her breathing hitched as he stopped just shy of her reaching past her. Her eyes followed the length of his arm. She made no effort to move him or distance herself as well. A smirk on her lips as he challenged the class. It would serve them all right, she thought. Finally. Someone stands up to those who make fun of me. Someone if finally standing up for me. Thank you Mr. Emerson. Her elation was short lived however, as he further addressed the class to turn their work into his IN box. The IN box, her mind panicked. My panties are there! When his eyes meet her own, she knows he can see her concern, her fear, but he had to have known she would feel this way. Why would he do this? The other students will see? His secret will be out? Did they see me put them in? If they did, then they’ll know it was me? I have to get them back. I can’t leave them there, but I can’t reach in there and get them. They might see. Her face implores him. Please don’t do this. She takes a step, her body brushes against his, and her eyes lock to his. On the verge of trembling, she pauses in this moment wanting to beg him to change his mind. She only takes a sharp breath as she heads towards her seat. Her hands run along his desk, over the wire basket, and touch the fabric of the panties she left there. It would be so easy to just grab them, but what if someone sees? What if I drop them? Her fingertips glide out of the basket and along the edge of his desk. Her chance is gone, and she turns sitting down at her desk meeting his gaze once more.

The class seems to drone by. The chatter, the whispers of the boys and the girls that are going to be giving into the boys fulfilling their desires and securing their rank in the popularity society that clearly existed was at a low, dull hum. They were all so relaxed, so at ease, and there was Callie. Sitting there wringing her hands together so tightly her fingers were white. A thin sheen of sweat on her forehead as she watched the clock with anticipation. What would happen just before the bell sounded? So many possibilities. Perhaps I can get up and offer to take the basket around collecting the papers? I could hold it up high enough so that the other students would be able to see inside. They wouldn’t pay me any attention. What if they found the panites anyway? They would assume they were mine since I was holding the basket. No. That won’t work. Among her rampant thoughts, there was Mr. Emerson. Cool, calm, and collected. He almost seemed to be enjoying this, her discomfort and the uncertainty of all. Please Mr. Emerson, she thought. End this. Don’t let this happen. Take my panties from the basket. It was a kind gesture, and you’re turning it into a chance for us to be discovered. She rubbed her knees together under skirt, and her shoes made a dull squeal as she fidgeted. She slowly raised her hand. “Mr. Emerson? May I….please be….excused? I need to go….to the….bathroom again. I’ll just leave class..early..today since it’s almost over anyway.”
 
Jake watched as his newest student fretted, but finally sat down. The other students with a groan of defeat, began getting paper out to draw, what they had been paying the minimalist of attention to. Sitting at his desk, he saw Callie fidget, and move, as she looked at him, then his in box, then him again. Her shorter skirt, and the nervous movement of her legs, gave him several momentary views of her hairy little pussy. He wondered in her current state if she even knew what she was doing, as she looked about, like a trapped animal. Jake patiently sat there, not saying a word, occasionally looking down and grading a paper as the glass became silent as he students tried to finish the assignment. The quiet was interrupted by Callie raising her hand and asking if she could be excused, so she could go to the bathroom. Jake had to give her kudos for effort.

No you may not. Class will be over in a little while you’ll just have to wait.

The tone was firm, and it didn’t come across so much as cruel, but as final. It was Jake’s class, and such things weren’t allowed, and in Jake’s class, you followed Jake’s rules. Once he started to allow such things, more and more students would find reason good or bad to be excused early. So he just shut down her request with his answers. His other students already knew such things weren’t allowed, and asking was useless. The students continued to scribble away, and few mumbling to each other trying to get help. Jake gave each a stare, and they returned to their own work, while others looked to the ceiling, trying to remember the details. All this time, Jake let Callie stew, and knew she was getting more desperate. Several students finished, one starting to come forward and turn in his work.

Please be seated until the bell rings.

Jack knew the bell would ring and there would be a mass rush for the box and the door. He waited letting the ticking of the clock above the door continue, they were all synchronized, so the bell went off exactly on the hour. Students were already shuffling their books, loading their backpacks, and moving into position, as they too knew the appointed hour mark approached. Just before the bell rang, he looked at Callie and smiled, ever so briefly, letting her know he knew exactly what he was doing and the effect it was having on her. Most of the students had their attention on the clock, and didn’t see the smirk. Such a simple show of will and exchange of power this was. The bell rang, and just as the first student was rising up to turn in the assignment, Jake rose up to. In simple move, he came to stand before his desk and in front of the in box, his hand out.

I’ll take those.
 
The minutes ticked by, and she felt as if she were being led to the gallows. The others would get up, all in a rush, happy for the day to be coming to a close. They would have their backpacks ready, stuffed full of their belongings, as they make their way to his desk. The scene unfolded in her mind, as if she were watching a movie only was privy to. Somebody will begin to put their paper in the IN box, and they will see my crumpled up panites in there. They’ll look up to him, smiling, laughing, and ask him, “what the hell is this?” They’ll remember I went up to the board. I’m the only one that has passed by that IN box in this class today. They’ll look at me all wide eyed. They’ll point. “Mr. Emerson! Callie put her panites in your IN box!” It will be a big joke to them. They’ll all laugh at me, and he just sits there, knowing this is going to happen. He won’t let me get out of here so I can avoid the whole situation. He won’t even take them out. He’s got plenty of chances right now, and yet, he sits there. How could you do this to me? Do you want them all to know? If you truly did not desire me, all you had to do was tell me so. I can handle rejection. I’m rather well acquainted with it.

Her thoughts, her commentary to special screening in her mind, all came to a close as she looked up at the clock literally able to hear the second hand as it counted down the last few seconds of class. Callie had made no efforts to pack her backpack. She had been too engulfed in her own thoughts, her own worries, to even consider it. To try and make a mad dash at an attempt to do so now was her only hope. Grabbing her books, she moved silently opening her bag and shoving them in.

She glanced up to see his smile. Entranced by that, when the bell rang, she jumped in her seat. The students all shuffled towards the desk, and she went back to packing her bag. He stood up and made his way to open space in front of his desk and came to rest there. He was going to take the papers from them! They weren’t going to put them in his IN box! Had he known this all along? They were not going to find out her little, torrid act.

There was still plenty of room for the students to pass in front of her. She let them pass as she finished packing her things away. By the time she was finished, the door shut, and she looked up to an almost empty classroom. Closing the bag, Callie shook her head. “How could you do that to me? I thought….you liked me. I was so scared they would find out. If they find out, I don’t want to think about what could happen.” She stood up throwing her bag over her shoulder. “I’m not naïve or stupid Mr. Emerson. I know what we did could get us both in trouble. I would never tell anyone, but if they found out some other way, then that would mean….”

She looked down to the ground before her eyes averted over to the door. On the verge of admitting to something so great, she suddenly felt like the scared, reserved nerd she was, but there was something else there. Amid the quaking, the cowering girl that wanted to go for the door and leave, there was the slow burning slut who had her legs spread for him yesterday letting him touch her sex and not wanting him to stop. She wanted more. Then that would mean I couldn’t see you anymore, and I couldn’t feel your touch. I don’t want to risk losing that. Sir. I….I’m sorry. I should have trusted you. Please forgive me. Sir.” She looked away from the door, without hesitation and her fear subsiding. She didn’t know if he wanted her to stay today or go. “Well. I guess I should go.” It sounded like more of a question from her lips than a statement. “Unless you want me to stay. I’ll do as you ask. Anything. Sir.”
 
The class didn’t so much slowly disburse, but like flood from his room, like little sperm shot from a cock, they emptied out into the hallway, now filling with other students. None paying attention or caring that one student was going slowly and lingering, her face clearly concerned, worried, and confused. Jake took the gathered papers and turned partially and set them down on his desk, as his last remaining student approached, and started her stilted conversation. He let her little monologue go on as she confronted him, apologized to him and then finally confessed her desire to do anything for him. Jake patiently waited, as all these converging emotions and feelings she had come forth with. He let her say her piece, and get it of her sexy chest, and not all of it was completely wrong, still she was almost begging to submit again, which pleased him.

Sit!

The voice was strong and clear.

You should have trusted me, otherwise what are you doing here?

He looks down at her, his body lean and tall above her. His face showing no emotion, no hate, or compassion. The teacher in him coming forth as he now commanded her and instructed her.

You wanted to play the cute little girl and put your panties in my desk, even though you weren’t told to. Then when it gets flipped around you panic, all afraid of what would happen if they were discovered.

Jake reaches out and strokes her hair, while he towers over her. His hand petting her head as he admonishes her for her little game.

If I wanted your panties, I would have told you to deliver them to me.

Jake reaches back, taking them out of the In box, and for a moment brings them up to his face to inspect, and then to whiff as he notes the dampness on them. He momentarily holds them out to her so she too can see the evidence, much like he would to a dog that had made a mess.

I see your panties are wet, did it turn you on, thinking about taking them off and giving them to me? However since you have given them to me, I believe I will keep them now.

He just wads them up and puts them in his pocket for safe keeping, leaving her without anything to cover her exposed little pussy, for the rest of the day.

Since you said you wanted to learn, I hope you have. Now are you still wet?

Jake already suspect the answer so if she said yes, he would give her another instruction.

Show me.

Again he knew he was making her vulnerable and exposed. He didn’t want some sort of puppy love of a teenage girl. Luckily he didn’t have another class, not that he had locked the door, but who was going to come by and hang out in his room between classes, the shop maybe, but not the classroom.
 
Her reaction to sit was quick and without hesitation. He had spoken and told her to do so. The decision to follow his command came as easily as breathing. He made a valid point with his question. Just yesterday she had told him how she would follow his instructions. There would be no whinning, no complaining, and already she was going against her word. She should have trusted him, and it filled her with guilt that she had not done so. She feel intimadated as he towered by comparison to her body sitting down. She flinched at his touch at first. Surprised she thought he would send her away. Surly this man, this teacher, could have any girl he wanted. So to replace her would be an easy enough task. Still she melts under his touch. There was nothing complex about this gesture, his stroking her hair, and yet the familiar feelings from the day before began to slowly seep back into every fiber of her being.

She looks up stealing a small glance as he retrieves the article of clothing that had started all of this. A curious grin on her lips, one she can’t supress, as he smells them. Why would he do that, she wondered. Her lack of experince left her in awe at this simple act. She was sure his question wasn’t meant to be answered, but not wanting to assume that was the case, she nodded. “Yes Sir.” Her face blushed at the thought that this man wanted to keep her panties. What will a grown man do with panties? “Yes Sir,” she replied to his last question. She was indeed still wet. Callie could feel her own moisture between her legs as she sat there. Her body didn’t shift or fidget, but the dampness was still evident. In fact, she was certain the seat would be wet when she stood up.

Show him? At first, the thought seemd foreign. How am I suppose to show him? If he wants to see for himself that I’m wet, all he has to do is reach between my legs. Like he did yesterday. Touch me. As she looked up at him, the intimadation fading, the realization began to sink in. He doesn’t want to reach down and feel how wet I am. He wants me to show him. She swallowed hard, her eyes still fixed on him. Yesterday she had opened her blouse to him, allowing him to see her chest. Her pussy was different. It seemed more private, more personal, and yet even the thought of doing this was pushing her arousal further.

Her fingers moved down to her thighs where she began to grab at the material of her skirt, bunching it up, pulling it up her legs revealing her pale skin. She felt the air suddenly touching her sex, sending shivers along her spine, halting her efforts for a moment until she was aclimated. Again her fingers began to work hiking the skirt up until her pussy came into his view. She opened her mouth wanting to say something to him, but all she managed was a few loud sighs. Already exposed to him, it seemed even the next step was yet a bigger leap still. In fact, it was. Her fingertips reached for her pussy lips, and slowly Callie spread herself open to him. Her skin glistened from her juices as she took a quick intake of air. Her clit, already swollen, was clearly visible to him. Her pussy was coated with the proof he sought, and now she was showing him.
 
Jake stayed sitting on the top edge of his desk; his feet extended before him, as he confronted her, and then gave her an instruction. There was a momentary look of amazement and befuddlement that she exhibit as she listened to his instructions, clearly for a moment not believing what he’d asked her to do. Then slowly she began to comply lifting her skirt up, an inch or two at a time, till she revealed her hairy little sex. No words came from between her lips, just the few growing sighs. He’d never told her specifically what she was to do, but she took it to mean not only show her pussy, but to show dampness that was growing between her legs, the sexy pinkness of her pussy that was exposed as she spread her cunt lips. Jake knew that it was turning her on, and that her body was reacting to all that had gone on, and enjoying it, even if she was unsure or afraid. He made no effort to hide his own reaction, as the first signs of a ridge trailed down the front of his pants.

I see you are enjoying yourself. Good. Now spread your legs wider, I want to see more.

By making her expose herself, he knew how vulnerable it would make her. She was young and even though very smart, if didn’t mean she had any sexual maturity. He was not only exerting control over her, but making her most private of areas, totally and lewdly available for his visual inspection. Touching a girl, or even playing with them with your hand down their pants, was nothing compared to this display and act that had commanded her to, and Jack knew it.

Show me more.

Like some spread in an adult magazine, he was requiring her to go beyond what would happen in any normal relationship. He was directing her to make herself into a sexual object, a thing for his viewing pleasure. And even though she was doing this, he made no effort to close the distance or to touch her. All he’d done was command her compliance and to see how far she would go.

How does it feel? Do you like me looking at your pussy?

The ridge in his pants grew a little more obvious as he leaned back against his desk and watched this sexual show. Like some porn director, on a set, he gave her basic instructions, and watched to see what she did.

You look wet, why are you wet? Do you want it touched?

One step, led to the next, and Jake liked the path they were going on. Some girls thought a guy only cared for them, if they fucked them or he got off. Not that he didn’t enjoy such things, but this was also very arousing and satisfying to him, as she slowly and perceptively gives more and more of herself up to him. The line drawn between them was disappearing, as he pushed her sexual boundaries. Their relationship far from conventional was developing and growing deeper with each of her acts of submission.
 
“Yes Sir.” There was no nod, no other words as she peered up at him. The shy, timid fear that was exhibited by the girl just the day before was still there within her, but she seemed to have more of a handle on it. There was something else driving her. A need, and it wasn’t just the growing one between her legs. It was a longing to please him, to keep him talking to her, and issuing orders. When his mouth opened and his voice delivered a command for her to follow, there was a surge of something inside her. It ran through her body, down her spine, and to her toes curling them. It was an addictive feeling, and slowly she was becoming hooked. She always wanted more. From the moment she walked into his class, she wanted to hear his voice talking to her. The exchanges between them, so simple and innocent to most others, but to her they were more.

Her knees fell open wider for him, and she felt the air touch her moist skin. Her fingers splayed her pussy lips open further for him as her swollen clit protruded. In an attempt to further display herself, as she moved her fingertips, she accidentally brushed the sensitive bud pulling a sharp gasp from her mouth. Callie had played with herself before several times. What girl that age hadn’t? It was different behind closed doors in the safety of her own bed though. No prying eyes watching, no grown man with a distinct bulge in his pants, and no chance of anything more happening other than what she wanted. She was in control. That was no longer the case, and she found she was excited by that.

Leaning further down into the seat, her knees spread even wider still for him. The hard seat beneath becoming less supportive to her ass she was now barely hanging on to it. “It feels….exposed.” She still felt awkward, but it was the addictive energy that swelled through every pore in her body that drove her to keep her legs open as she knew he was looking at her. “Yes Sir.” There was no hesitation in her answer. Though her nerves were still present, she was certain of her answer.

His questions only made her condition more noticeable. She knew her lips, her virginal pussy, were glistening now, wet with her excitement and arousal. “I am….wet. My heart….is racing. I’m wet because….of you. Your words..what you want me to do..you’re watching me.” She swallowed hard. “It makes me….feel good.” She paused looking at him feeling the warmth in her cheeks. “Yes Sir. I want..you to..touch me.” The words were nearly a whisper, but they were there, spoken and out in the open now.

Callie had no idea where this was going today, but much like yesterday she was feeling the same, familiar feelings from the shop. This was just another one of his lessons, and she remembered her words to him. No whining. No complaining. If compliance would lead to more pleasure from him, at his hands, then she was his to mold. Already she was changing her appearance. Her attempt to dress sexy was still far from the mark of what truly embodied sexy, but it was a move in the right direction. An attempt made at his prompting, for him, to show her willingness to learn. She felt free somehow even though she was bound by his commands. It was such a wonderful feeling, and her glossy eyes glared up at him, only dropping to trail down the ridge in his pants, she knew she didn’t want it to end.
 
Jake leaned against his deck, his black dress slacks and collared shirt gave him the look of a dedicated professional, as he watched his newest student spread her legs and reveal her virgin hole. His peers thought him to a devoted and enthusiastic teacher, his students the same, most would be shocked if they were to walk in the room, and see what he’d just commanded his student to do. Yet Jake did that and more, for he just saw the world in a different way, and knew he was asking for nothing that she wasn’t at some level willing and maybe even eager to give. So he watched her with the same professionalism and dedication he applied to his teaching, but now applied to her sexual awaking. The girl responded to each of his questions, confessing her state, her desire and her need for his attention. Jake nodded accepting her answers as forth coming and truthful, for she wasn’t holding back or trying to hiding a thing from him, as was clearly evident from her ever spreading womanhood.

Since you asked so nicely, I think I can accommodate you. Hop up on my desk.

Jake patted a spot on his desk where he normally did his grades, indicating for her to sit facing his chair. While she moved he, went to the door to the hallway and locked it, as there was no reason to take undo risk of discovery. With the door locked, he moved back to his desk and his regular chair, pulling it out as he normally did and taking a seat. Knowing she would be there, he briefly smiled, as his strong hand reached out, each taking hold of top of her legs and spreading them as he slid his chair closer.

Lift your legs, put your feet on the desk, and scoot your ass to the edge.

The position was almost like a gynecological exam, except her teacher was the playing the doctor, and his reasons for being there were far different. The hands that had rested on the tops of her thigh now move inward pushing her legs wider apart exposing her completely and giving him total access. Before he had been a distance away, and now directly right in front of her normally hidden treasures, but now she had nowhere to hide, and her condition was seeping from her wet blooming little flower. Jake could see her pinkness, and the arousal that coated her engorged pussy lips.

Are you scared?

He asked as his head tilted slightly down and his breath caressed her soft moist folds. His hands kept their distance, keeping her spread, as he looked up from between her legs, at her while he talked, the touch of his words continuing to touch her exposed dampness.

Don’t cum! You only cum when I tell you can! That’s my pussy now, and I’m the one that controls it, it does what I want, when I want it too. Do you understand? Say it!

Each word he spoke touched her heat, caressed it, stroke the fire that burned between her legs, as if he were blowing on a campfire to ignite it.
 
Accommodate me? The words shocked and resonated with her. He was going to do it. He really wanted to do it. Despite their conversation, their encounter just the day before, Callie was still shocked he actually wanted to do this again. This wasn’t so some sick joke. This was Mr. Emerson wanting to touch her, teach her, and make her feel good. There was no need to complicate it, make it sound like it was far more than it was with complicated words. It was what it was, and Callie accepted it.

She moved sliding from her seat watching him lock the door. Good. At least I don’t have to worry about someone coming in. I wasn’t able to enjoy the rest of class because I was worried about someone finding my panties. At least this time with him, I can enjoy. When she sat down, she simply rested on his desk much like she did at the desk. He was a pleasant sight to see as he took his seat in front of her. She offered him a smile that only grew when she felt his hands touching her legs. Mr. Emerson really had no idea the effect he had on her. It wouldn’t take much for her to cum. She could cum simply from hearing the man’s voice. That alone had lent to her remaining wet between her legs as the class had gone on. She thought about his voice. She had done that often since the day before. It was strong, powerful, and it dripped with his dominate side. It was different from when he taught class. In front of the class, his voice was still deep and guiding them. Behind locked doors, it was far more than anything the others had heard, and she liked it.

“Yes Sir,” she told him as she inched her way further to end of his desk before picking her legs up resting her feet on either side of her body. In this position, she was forced open to him, wide at that. Her skirt had fallen up around her thighs, and her heart was already racing. So exposed, right in front of his face, and yet there was no desire to run. Her hairy pussy just inches away from him as she felt like he was inspecting her. A light blush to her cheeks as through parted lips she took deep breaths always ever watchful of Mr. Emerson.

She could feel the moisture on her pussy, and as he spoke to her, she felt his breath touch her moist sex. “Yes Sir,” she squeaked. “I’m afraid.” Her toes curled as he spoke to her once more issuing his orders, what he expected, what would be done. What was it about this man? What drove her so insane when he issued an order to her? It was food to a starving person. She thrived on it, wanted to devour it, and further prove herself to him. “Yes Sir,” she slowly nodded allowing her legs to fall further apart than his own prompting. “This is your….” Callie hesitated. Not because she didn’t want to say what he was asking, not because she wanted it to stop, but because this sort of language was something she never really said. She blushed even further, and she knew he would be disappointed if she didn’t. Her voice dropped to a whisper as she spoke the word that had halted her. “Pussy now, and you the one the controls it. It does you want, when you want it to.” Though her face was burning, she was proud for having done as he asked. It was a tiny boundary, but it was one she had pushed willingly and for him. “I don’t….say words like that….Mr. Emerson. I don’t….talk like that. Never have. Those words are so….dirty. They feel dirty, but….I liked it.” Her confession was asked of her. She simply offered it to him, and in doing so, her condition became worse.
 
There is nothing wrong with dirty words with the right person on the right occasion. If they were used all the time, they wouldn’t have the same power, the same effect on us, would they?

Jake large strong hands moved inward down her legs, sliding ever closer to her glistening feminine flower. Not yet touching the delicate folds, his fingers on the edges, begin to pulls these luscious wet lips even further apart, so his breath can go even deeper. The freshness, the pinkness, the exquisite beauty of it, was breathtaking, as he manipulated her body for his pleasure, and thus hers. Jake didn’t hold back, he told in a much different kind of flowery language.

Oh you’ve got a nice pink little pussy! It’s such a sweet little cunt, just look how wet and dripping it is. I bet your stomach is in a knot, and it aches between your legs, doesn’t it?

Jake’s head moves a little lower, his tongue slipping from between his lips, to move between hers. Ever so gently he begins to lap at her wetness, letting it cling to his tongue and taste buds for the very first time. He had no doubt how her body would react to this intrusion, and he reminded her of his prior instruction, to make sure he was clear, even though she’d spoken of it somewhat before at his urging.

That’s my pussy, my cunt now. I own it, it belongs to me to do with as I please, when I please.

To affirm that his tongue again extends out and parts between the moist folds, from the bottom to the top, with a skill brought on by much practice. His fingers holding her open, as his tongue lashes out at the little sensitive nub at the top, especially as it came out more and more to play. His eyes looking right up between her legs and straight at her.

Don’t Cum! Don’t you dare fucking cum! Not till I tell you can.

The words made clear, and the tone even more so, that she would have to fight her natural urges, and she would have to hold back, or displease him. After his command, his tongue now accompanied by his lips began to feast upon her snatch, slurping, sucking, and delving into it further. Never did he ask if she liked it, as it wasn’t unnecessary, her answer was coating his tongue, filling him mouth, and dribbling down his chin. Between such things his tongue and lips would rise up, and play, no wrestle her clit, till it was clear who was in control here. Satisfied his mouth and tongue needed no more assistance, his hands in tandem rose up between her legs, and traveled upward over her young taunt body, rising to cup her covered tits. Squeezing them through her top as his tongue buried itself deep in her, his broad shoulders, keeping her legs splayed wide.
 
“No Sir,” she replied. Mr. Emerson seemed to have a way of making the impossible make perfect sense to her. If anyone else had told her a grown man, a teacher no less, could make her feel this good, would want to make her feel this good, and that it was alright to indulge in it, she would have never believed it. Her lessons with Mr. Emerson extended far beyond how he made her feel. She could see that. He was teaching her about life itself. It’s alright to allow your body and mind to be given over to pleasure. It’s alright to push the normal boundaries society has set up. It’s alright to willingly follow the orders of another for the simple fact you know it will please him and he will, in turn, please you. It’s alright to say dirty words in the right situation with the right person, and right now was one of those times.

The air in the room kissed her sex. Callie’s breath hitched, and she simply hoped she wouldn’t rise up from the desk at his touch. “Yes Sir. It is wet. So wet. It hurts between my legs. Like yesterday. My stomach is in a ball. I can’t breathe. My heart is pounding, and all I know is I don’t want you to stop.” Not once did she stutter. She never stumbled over her words. She spoke with confidence. Her eyes never left his. She wasn’t looking for the door. Callie wasn’t relaxed, but her nervous, her condition, it was all of a sort she wanted, that she had found out she needed, craved even, and Mr. Emerson was the man who not only brought her to this state, but he was going to take her further.

She flinched as she felt his tongue. It was a feeling she had never felt before, and one that she thought she never would. Her legs drew in slightly, almost instinctively, but she quickly allowed them to fall open again. “Yes Sir. Your pussy. Do with it as you wish. Please. Do with it as you wish.” Callie would have repeated, followed anything he said as his tongue lapped up her sweetness. With her eyes locked to his, she felt the electricity surge through her as he touched the very bud that she had grazed and touched in the privacy of her own bedroom. She knew it was the same thing she had caressed and manipulated, but yet it felt so different when it was his tongue, when it was him that was the one doing it. She broke eye contact to gaze up to the ceiling quickly as she shook her head back and forth. “Yes Sir,” she cried out. “I won’t cum. Not until you tell me I can.” Pushing her chin to her chest, she fought hard to retain focus. It was beyond easy to become lost in the feelings he was thrusting upon her. Her breathing sounded more like moans of pleasure. “Mr. Emerson. Oh my goodness. Sir. I….I can’t hold it. Please Sir. Tell me I can cum. She drew her knees in once more, pressing them into the sides of his head. “I’m sorry. I’m trying.” Her hands reached for his pressing them to her chest. “Don’t stop touching me. Please. I’ll do anything. I….I” Her eyes clenched shut, and her jaw was tight. Her struggles had her breathing ragged, and yet she still spoke to him. “I won’t cum Sir. I won’t displease you.”
 
She was so ready to serve, every essence of her being spoke to it, from her actions to her words. Jake was enjoying every minute of her submission, reveling in the experience. Relishing every word of her capitulation to his will. The poor little thing her body so wanting to give into the pleasure, and her doing her very best to stop it. The strain she must be under, for he was already sure that she was a very sexual creature, and the more pleasure she got, the more she wanted. Still he wanted to test her resolve and she how well or at least how long she could go trying to hold off her orgasm. This close to her sex, he could smell and taste her arousal, as it flowed from between her legs and into his mouth by way of his tongue.

Good you are learning. Hold it back, and when I tell you to cum, it will be so much better. Because you aren’t going to cum for yourself, you’re going to cum for me. You’re going to know you did it for me.

Jake said just before his head tilted and he slurped up her copious pussy juices, even going down and licking off her legs the moisture that clung there. He took his time, he wasn’t in any rush, he wanted to enjoy every shiver and quake of her body, as he leisurely licked and tongued her pussy. He made no attempt to bring her off, though he gave her no respite either, he just enjoyed the experience, one tongue lash at a time. Her young body so superbly ready for the moment, so firm and luscious, and he planned to explore every nook, cranny, crevice and orifice.

I know you will do everything I tell you to. You going to learn to serve me, you’re going to learn to beg for it. You’re not going to hold back, you’re not going to hide, you’re going tell me your deepest, darkest desires.

As he talked his hands moved up and each grab one of her young firm tits squeezing them through the fabric of her top, his eyes staring up at her, as his tongue delved into her soft softs and deep into her womanhood. Jake tongue fucked her as his hands dug into her mounds digging into the soft flesh, only the cloth of her outfit giving her any protection.

Pull your legs up spread them for me, spread them wider, and show me that fucking wet twat of yours.

Jake already had seen it, but he was making her really expose herself. Loving every moment of her vulnerability. His head dipping down again, his tongue starting lower, almost her little exposed asshole, than working its way up. He knew the torture he was putting her through, and knew how much she would in the end enjoy the result.
 
“Yes Sir,” Callie nods, her level of discomfort clear on her face. Holding back her cum was going to be much more difficult that she imagined. With little experience, she started to view this as a challenge. Her mind began to look at this situation as if it were a science project. How to prevent the body from releasing even under the most strenuous of circumstances. It was a way to try and keep her mind off of how badly she wanted her pussy to flood with her juices. Still his words, the thought, kept creeping back into the corners of her mind. ‘When I cum, it’s going to be for him. It’s going to be because he said so. It’s going to be to please him.’ Those three statements running through her mind were enough to drive her insane. Callie wanted all three of them to happen, to be true, but it was becoming a battle she could not win.

Mr. Emerson continued to lavish her cunt with his attentive tongue. The skilled man bathed her, tasted her, and pushed her up higher and higher only to stop, it seemed, right when she was about to lose it completely. Callie never questioned if he knew he was doing that on purpose, or if he was just lucky. If she was honest, she already knew the answer. There was no way Mr. Emerson was that lucky. She shivered and quaked for him, enjoying every manipulation of his mouth, his tongue to her young body. She was just a young student with him now finally truly being taught.

“My deepest, darkest desires? Right now….I desire to cum Sir. I wanna cum. I want my….” She grew quiet, knowing what she wanted to say, knowing it was okay to use such language, but never had words like that come from her lips. ‘I want my pussy to drip,’ she thought, unable to voice her wishes. Her eyes are entranced by his hands at this point. Squeezing, kneading her breasts. She wants to peel her shirt off for him. Her body craves skin on skin contact with him. Even after just one encounter, it seems she is addicted to him. A thought that should have scared her, but there was only one thing she was scared of right now, and that was that this might be the last time she’s with him like this. She wanted so much more, and this lesson had no even come to a close yet.

His hands further took control of her body, groping her breasts. She remembered their only other time being like this. His office. How he wanted her to suckle his nipple, and how he had return the action in kind. ‘The skin! The skin reacts to touch. Hairs….stand on end. Sweat begins to build! Sweat also serves the function of cooling the skin! Uh….Uh….The pupils dilate. The lips become fuller. The body….oh crap….oh boy. The body! It….begins to make it’s own….lubrication.’ Her mind racing through various facts, spouting them off in an attempt to thwart off on her ever impending orgasm. Callie honestly thought someone with her little experience at all could do so. ‘Twat! He said that word’ Her face was the picture of frustration, shock, and arousal. “Yes….Sir,” she slowly nodded grabbing behind each knees. Callie lifted her legs up towards her chest and spread her legs even wider feeling the air, his breath, and his eyes touching her, scanning her, taking in the sight before him. Callie drew an exasperated gasp as his tongue connected with every part of her being once more. “I can’t….I can’t hold it Sir! I’m gonna cum! Please,” she began to beg and plead with him, as her eyes filled with the tears of her concentration. “Please let me cum Sir. I don’t….wanna let you down!”
 
As Jake applied himself to the task, he saw the determination and resolve the young woman had as she strained to hold back, to the release that her body so clearly desired. The pungent nectar that poured forth from her slit, spoke to his tongue and nose shouting to him of her need and desire. She never backed away or tried to escape his skilled tongue, her hips lifting up to feed him, to fill his mouth. Even in this aroused state she tried to talk to answer his questions, her mind adapting to the changed world he was now engaging her in. The hairs on her wet pussy tickled his face and chin as his tongue delved deeply into her slit, his tongue giving her the very first indication of what it would be like to be fucked. The pleading, the begging pleased him for he knew she was giving into it, not that he gave any reaction to it, instead he looked up with a stern determined look, watching her as she beseeched her desire to cum. He hadn’t said a thing while he filled him mouth with her syrupy juices, finally as if to offer her respite, his mouth disengage from her slit, and pulled back, letting the cool air of the room caress her now, rather than his long tongue, in the same motion he stood, his eyes never leaving hers.

Most girls don’t get on her teacher’s desk and spread their legs and pussy, then beg to cum, do you know that? Most girls don’t dream of making their pussy’s drip do they?

Jake hand lowered down and his hand slid over her womanhood, his finger sliding through the slick lips of her pussy, tempting it again with what could be. The finger rising up through the soft folds, till it briefly brushed her clit, before withdrawing.

You know there is a name for that kind of girl. The kind of girl that craves for her body to be touched, to be used, that would leap onto a desk and spread her legs so wide and willingly.

Jake brings his dripping finger up to her face, letting her see how slick and wet it is. Not that her condition wasn’t known to both of them, but he was confronting her with it, making clear and vocal what he saw her as.

I’m going to let you cum, but not as some goody prefect student, a father’s dream, not as some boyfriend’s perfect girlfriend, no you’re going to cum for me, you’re going to cum for me as my slut! And not just any leg spreading, fuck me anytime anyone slut, no you’re going to cum when I tell you, because you’re MY OBEDIENT SLUT!

Jake pushed juice covered finger into her mouth, letting the words now meet the fact. He’d never used such language and yet the way he said the word slut, didn’t sound derogatory, but in fact almost as an endearment or praise. Still Jake didn’t sound at all like a love sick man, there was no doubt that he was in command, and she was just learning who and what she was to become under his tutorage.
 
As he pulled back, her trembling body watched him with curiosity, almost afraid she had done something wrong or let him down. His body rises, towering over her. She felt intimidated. She always felt that way in front of him. His massive broad chest, the very one she had suckled a nipple from, exuded power and strength. His strong arms hung beside his body, and the intensity she felt from his eyes made her cower before him. She never let go of her legs. He hadn’t told her to. Already she was learning that fast to do exactly as he commanded. The cool air was a stark contrast to the warmth of his mouth and tongue, but even that did draw the reaction within her body that the look on his face or the words he spoke did.

“No Sir,” she shook her head responding to his question. She knew he was right. How many girls in this school would actually do what she was doing? It made her different in so many ways. Some good. Some bad, but she didn’t care about any of that. It wasn’t important to her that the boys would love to know how much of a willing slut she was to spread her legs at any given moment if ordered to. They had looked past her for her entire life, but this man, this teacher saw through to what she could become. He was going to coax out who she truly was, guide her, aid her, not with skilled soft hands, time, and tender care. No. What she was inside required so much more, and she was beginning to see that. A simple horny boy from her class would not be able to make her climb atop a desk, spread her legs, and let him feast from her virgin cunt. No. It was going to take a real man to capture the attention of this shy, meekly, little girl. She looked at those little boys and saw them as beneath her because her intelligence was far more superior to them. She knew it. They knew it, but this man was different. He was some over sexed little teenager running around trying to stick his dick in any open, available hole he could find. He had tastes. He had standards. Tastes and standards he saw inside her, and now he was willing to work to set them free.

His finger dipped down to her quivering sex, being coated in the proof of exactly what she was and willing to do. She knew as she looked at the glistening finger he showed her what kind of girl would do something like what she had, and she held her breath waiting for him to say it. She wanted to hear the words from his mouth. Her clit quaked waiting to hear it. ‘Come on. Say it. Please. I wanna hear it. I have to hear it. Call me what I am.’ Never before did she look at hearing that word as almost a complement, as something that would urge her on, arousing her, but now as she looked as his lips waiting to hear it, she did.

Slut. There it was. His lips moved, and the words spilled from his mouth. That one word seemed to add more fuel to the fire raging inside her than even she thought it would. She squirmed, still grasping her legs behind her knees. Obedient slut. Another jolt of electricity surged through her, and she moaned looking at his mouth. She accepted the finger hungrily, suckling it as if were life sustaining. Her tongue lashed, wrapping around him, as her head bobbed taking his entire finger into her mouth. She moved along his digit as if she were fucking her own mouth with it. It just seemed natural; it was an instinct, to do so. Her mouth pulled away from him for a moment with a pop as she released him. “Yes Sir. I want to be your obedient slut. Show me. Teach me. Please. I’m begging you.”
 
The words though commanded and guided by his own, rang true as she begged to be taught while professing her desire to be his obedient slut. So young, so fresh, and now so willing, the boys her age not even grasping the potential that had been buried within. All she’d needed was some guidance, some words to draw her out, for her to open up to her true potential. Those same boys would have blown their loads, not having any idea how to handle this, but for Jake, it was perfect, the sexual awakening of a young woman. Far more meaning and impact then just taking a woman’s virginity, for that was a physical thing, and this was more than that. The young woman was giving herself, completely to him without strings, without limits, and begging him to use and possess her. Jake wanted so badly to rise up and quench his own need between her legs, but that wasn’t enough. This was a moment of passion, what would really prove it, was when she came back again, still wanting it as badly as she did now.

Then cum slut, cum for me, NOW! Let it all out, don’t hold back!

Jake’s fingers now clean, move down, to skillfully rub her pussy , his eyes moving down to briefly watch her soft wet pinkness give in to her wanton desires. That he’d commanded her to cum was probably enough, especially given her aroused state, but he made sure with his fingers he pushed her over and hard. Even if she didn’t know it yet, this was the moment her life truly changed, the day she rejoiced in being a real woman. Some might say it was horrible or even misogynistic, but the reality was it was sexy, beautiful and always wonderful. Jake never regretted it, and thought it the most wonderful gift possible when a woman gave her self completely to him, without limits or reservation. It was far more meaningful and intimate than a date, or a regular mundane session of sex, this was more powerful. He was going to accept her gift, and nourish it, letting her reach her full potential without others telling her she shouldn’t enjoy it, or that it was wrong, or not normal. Why anyone would squash such a beautiful thing like submission he didn’t know, he only thought it might be because they were afraid of giving in. So his fingers continued to vigorously rub her, never relenting or stopping, but continuing all the way to completion, she deserved that and so much more for her gift to him. As much as he enjoyed teaching his students, it was this education that he enjoyed the most, for he knew it was profound, something that would change their lives forever.
 
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