MILF Teacher: Becoming a Present - Sex Stories

MILF Teacher: Becoming a Present

... classroom in five minutes and don’t you dare be late.” Before I could reason with her she was gone. Anxiety overwhelmed me, but also an excitement I couldn’t control. Maybe she would let me come. Just as quickly, I realized how absurd it was that I was worried about getting permission from a teenager to orgasm. I looked around and silently slipped out and headed towards my classroom determined to end this once and for all. I was the adult. I unlocked my door and waited and waited. Five minutes became ten and just as I was getting up to return to the dance she sauntered in. “You weren’t leaving, were you?” she asked, her voice implying I’d better not have been. I stammered, suddenly feeling weak again, “N-n-no.” “Good, because I need to get off again,” she announced, walking to my desk. She demanded, “On your knees, teach.” “Not here,” I pleaded. “Would the gym be better?” she questioned. “God, no,” I gasped. “Then I’ll only say this one more time. On your knees.” Seeing no way out of this other than to quickly please her, I obeyed. Latoya sat in my chair, opened her legs and said, “Get to work on your homework, slut.” The word slut made me wince, but I ignored it and moved between her legs. Her strong scent still lingered and as soon as I tasted her wetness I let go of all inhibitions. I licked her pussy slowly, suddenly wanting to savour her flavour, just as suddenly I felt an undeniable tingle down below. Her scent was overpowering, somehow held in by her abundance of ...

... pubic hair. Her moans were low, but constant, which was an indicator I was doing ok. I continued this slow lapping for a long time before my knees began to get sore. Determined to get her off soon, I took her clit into my mouth and put pressure on it. Her legs twitched and she let a little scream and her moans increased exponentially. Doing what I would want done next to me if our roles were reversed, I slid a finger inside her vagina and began pumping it in and out. Within seconds, my face was again coated by her juice. I kept licking her pussy until she pushed my head away. She stood up and ordered, “Sit on your desk, teach.” Praying for the sexual release my body longed for, I obeyed her order. “Do you want me to eat your pussy?” she asked, pushing my legs apart. “Yes,” I answered, no longer a teacher, but simply a vessel of pleasure. “In your classroom? On your desk?” she questioned, her finger sliding inside my panties. “Yes!” I answered, frustrated. She fell to her knees, moved her head between my legs and paused. I held my breath waiting for her touch, craving it. Suddenly, she ordered, “Take off your panties.” I quickly obeyed, discarding my panties in front of this 18-year-old black student. Propriety vanished; I was completely at her will. “Good slut,” she purred, picking up the panties. She reached for an empty coke bottle on my desk and handed it to me. “Fuck yourself, slut.” An overwhelming disappointment hit me, and my need to come vanished. “No. I can’t,” I ...