MILF Teacher: Becoming a Present - Sex Stories

MILF Teacher: Becoming a Present

... it went under my dress and directly to my vagina. "Oh my," she teased, holding me with her other hand so I couldn't break free, "You wore thigh high stockings for me. You really are a slut, aren’t you?" "No, my pantyhose had a run in them," I argued and then attempted to fight back, "now let me go right now!" She chuckled, her finger sliding inside my vagina, and me letting out an uncontrollable moan-gasp, "Why are you so wet?" I went to push her away but she was too strong. She smiled, using my first name again, "Now be a good little white slut, Linda and fall to your knees and into your proper place before me." I let out a second involuntary moan when she found my g-spot. "Hmmm, you like that, don't you, teach?" "No," I responded, humiliated by the way my body betrayed me. "Please, stop." She smiled, "Now here is how it is going to work, Ms. Malone. I want you to be my white little dyke and I always, I mean always, get what I want." She slowly pumped her finger inside my long ignored vagina, which hadn’t been touched by anything other than my own fingers in over a year. I was mortified by her words, yet her finger inside me had me morally weak. I attempted to stand up for myself, "We can't do this." "Oh, we can and will. You have been so eager to please me all semester." "No," I contradicted, "I was just trying to get the best out of you." She countered, "And I plan to get the most out of you." Her finger inside me had me distracted, as she continued, "So why are you so ...

... wet, Ms. Malone?” The way she said my name with such disgust was insulting, yet I couldn’t deny that her finger inside me had me sexual stimulated. I answered with the only logical reason I had, “It isn’t you, I am not a lesbian. It is just I haven’t been touched in a long, long time.” “I’m not a lesbian either, Ms. Malone. I love a big hard dick in me sometimes too, but turning white bitches like you into the submissive sluts they crave to be deep down is a fun distraction.” I again tried to pull away, but she was too strong. “Please, don’t do this.” “Do what?” she asked. “Don’t treat me this way.” “What way?” “Like I am a slut,” I finally blurted out of frustration. “But you are a slut,” she said. “I am not,” I adamantly replied. “You are allowing your 18-year-old student to finger you in your own bedroom, that seems kind of slutty to me,” she countered. I tried one more time to break free and this time with enough exertion I succeeded, but fell to the floor. She smiled, walking over to me, “They all fall for me eventually.” I stood back up and she immediately gripped my shoulders, lowered me onto my knees, and ordered, "Take off my boots." She lifted her foot up a bit and presented me with her foot. “No,” I responded, meekly. She looked down at me from her position of power and replied, “I am only asking you one last time. For now on any disobedience will come with a punishment. And trust me, you will not like the punishment.” I suddenly feared what she might do, as I was ...