MILF Teacher: Becoming a Present - Sex Stories

MILF Teacher: Becoming a Present

... The blunt declaration had me frozen in my tracks. The cock half inside me felt so good and I wanted more, but the revelation Latoya had just announced scared me. I stammered, “W-w-what do you mean?” “I mean exactly what I said. Once my cock is buried inside your whore cunt, I own it. I own you. You will lick my pussy whenever I tell you to. Your pussy will be available for me and others whenever we want it. You need a black Mistress, you crave a black Mistress, and you crave complete submission to me.” “B-b-but I have a job,” I pleaded. “Oh, I won’t wreck your career, slut. Unless you disobey me, then all promises are off. At school, you are the teacher and I the student, but when we are alone, I am the teacher and you the student; I am the Mistress and you the slave. Is that clear?” “Ummmm...” I began. “Don’t answer with your mouth, slut. Answer with your wet, eager, cunt. Which I bet right now wants nothing more than to be filled by your Mistress’s cock. With complete submission, comes complete pleasure. Now do it, slut. Bounce your fat white ass back on my cock, submit to me completely. Become my whore, my cunt, my white dyke, my....” The nasty onslaught was too much and I ended it by taking the rest of her cock deep inside me. I moaned uncontrollably as the plastic cock filled me much deeper than my husband’s cock ever could. “Good girl,” she purred, “who owns you?” “You do,” I moaned, beginning to believe it, loving the pleasure I was currently feeling. “Good girl,” ...

... she repeated. Her approval suddenly becoming important. “Now I am just going to kneel behind you as you fuck yourself. Go ahead slut, fuck yourself like the dirty whore you are.” Desperate to come, I began to move up and down on my 18-year-old’s strap-on cock. Closing my eyes, I ignored the fact that I was submitting to a student, and instead just allowed the pleasure inside to take over. My moans increased and within only a couple of minutes I was close to an orgasm. Suddenly, Latoya pulled the cock out of me and stepped off the bed. I moaned involuntarily, “Noooooooooo.” She laughed, “You were close, weren’t you?” “Yes,” I admitted, my hand going to my needy vagina. “Stop!” she demanded. I froze. “You don’t get to come yet. Your Mistress, always, and I mean always, gets to orgasm first. Is that understood?” “Yes,” I replied, dejected and desperate. “If you please me adequately, I may allow you to come,” she explained, taking off her cock, sliding off her panties and climbing onto my bed. She straddled my face with her hairy vagina and slowly lowered it onto my mouth. Having never done this before, I was unsure what to do. Her scent was strong, and realizing that I was stuck like this until she came, I attempted to lick her vagina. Her taste was surprisingly good and addictive. It was incredibly awkward and hard to breathe. After a couple of minutes of licking, she began to rub her vagina on my face and I just lay there, my tongue extended, as she used my face to get off. ...