MILF Teacher: Becoming a Present - Sex Stories

MILF Teacher: Becoming a Present

... bedtime, I tossed and turned, my thoughts continually teasing me. After an hour of restlessness, I gave in to my temptations. I got up, grabbed the soiled panties and returned to bed. I lay back on my bed and began pleasuring myself as my other hand moved her panties to my nose. The scent was different, but still intoxicating. I moved the panties inside out and looked at the dried stain. I put it to my mouth and sucked on her panties while sliding two fingers inside my fiery vagina. The naughty act made me even hotter. I came hard from my feeling of moral degradation and the filthy act I was performing. I spit the panties out, and, past exhaustion, fell asleep in seconds. ***** I dressed the next day and wore the thigh highs she had requested. I was petrified at the thought of what Latoya had planned for me, yet a small part of me was intrigued and had me distracted and horny all day. Latoya gave no hints during class and once class was done she handed me a folded piece of paper and left without a word. Once alone, my hand quivering, I opened the paper and read the brief note: My teacher slut, Be at the following address at 4:30...not one second later. Your Mistress P.S.-Expect a long night. I sighed, terrified of what might occur, and yet I could feel wetness forming in my panties. I attempted to ignore my problem by marking a few essays. I left early enough to make sure I arrived on time, pulling into her driveway a few minutes early. I sat in my car a nervous wreck: a ...

... mixture of anxiety and excitement that had my head spinning. Finally, three minutes early, I got out of my car and knocked on her front door. I waited a couple of minutes, which allowed my anxiety to build. I felt like any car that drove by could see through my conservative outer attire to the submissive woman I was becoming. She finally opened the door and ordered, “Get in here, slut.” I quickly entered her home and followed her to the living room. She ordered, “On your knees, slut.” I obeyed and felt my stickiness swish between my legs. Latoya sat down and ordered, “Come get a snack, slut.” As she opened her legs, my mouth watered and I without any thought crawled over to her and between her waiting legs. Although her panties had pacified my craving the past couple of days, that was nothing to the captivating aroma of the real thing. I actually lingered between her legs and allowed her luxurious scent to fill me. Finally, I leaned forward and began licking her already wet pussy. Her sweet juice was so appetizing that I wanted to sit between her legs forever, ignoring society’s values and just allowing myself to let go...in many ways it was liberating to not be in control. I slowly licked up and down, allowing her wetness to slowly leak out. I continued this slow pleasing for minutes until her moans increased and she demanded, “Faster, slut.” Obeying, I buried my face into her pussy, sucking her clit into my mouth and being encompassed by her scent. As her moans increased I slid ...