MILF Teacher: Becoming a Present - Sex Stories

MILF Teacher: Becoming a Present

... responded. “You don’t want to come?” she asked. “Yes, no, not like that,” I replied, suddenly no longer wanting to. She again pushed my legs apart and again fell onto her knees. The second her tongue made contact with my vagina I was a puddle of goo. She sucked my clit into her mouth and I screamed, “Oh sweet mother of mercy.” I felt my vagina vibrate as she chuckled at my reaction. Literally within seconds I was sopping wet and when she demanded, “Hand me the bottle,” I didn’t even hesitate. I suddenly wanted it in me. She rubbed it up and down my vagina lips for a few seconds and then in one sudden thrust she filled me with the bottle. I whimpered, the sudden thrust filling me completely and spreading my vagina wider than I was accustomed to. She stood up, leaving the bottle in me. “Fuck yourself, Ms. Malone.” My building orgasm all I cared about now, I grabbed the bottle end and began fucking myself with it. I pumped it in and out of my cunt ferociously and in less than a minute I was having my most powerful orgasm in my life. I bit my lip to hold in the scream that usually echoed off walls when I orgasmed. I looked up and saw Latoya with her iphone and I assumed she had taped my sexual perversion. She smiled and said, “And you say you are not a slut.” She put her phone in her purse and said, “There is a gift in your desk from me. It is one of your punishments. I expect you to wear it at school on Monday.” “What is it?” I asked, my orgasm still sending shivers of joy ...

... through me. “Take a look when you are done coming, slut,” she answered, heading for the door. I pulled the bottle out of me and stood up, attempting to regain my composure. “Where are my panties?” She pulled them out of her purse. “A souvenir. Hopefully, you are not a leaker.” With that she was gone. I fell back onto my chair and attempted to recover. Opening my desk drawer, I saw a silver egg shaped thing. I looked at it and after thinking for a few seconds I was horrified. She wanted me to wear this in my vagina for school on Monday. I put it in my purse; no way I wanted some colleague to go through my desk for some reason and find a sex toy. I realized I still had her juice on my face, so I quickly left my room and luckily made it to a bathroom without detection. I cleaned myself up, again, and returned to the dance. Thankfully, Latoya seemed to be gone and I supervised the remainder of the dance with a constant reminder of Latoya: a bit of leakage from my well-pleased vagina. ***** All weekend I tossed and turned about what to do about my predicament. She had pictures and video to blackmail me. If I attempted to resist her, my career would be over. On the other hand, if I continued to obey her, my career was bound to be in jeopardy as well. Yet, every dream I had over the weekend included me pleasing Latoya. By Monday, I was an anxiety-riddled mess and considered calling in sick, but was worried that she would take that as disobedience. I put the egg in me over the weekend and ...