Miss Udders - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Miss Udders - Part 1

“Hmmm…” said the young, blond teacher, putting her hand to her chin, pretending to be deep in thought.

She was standing in front of a crude painting of a man holding a football, and Tyler Carlson stood nervously to the side. He was close to passing, and if Miss Uden was merciful, then he would earn his credit and stay on the football team.

Miss Uden’s flashing green eyes turned to Tyler, her lip slightly curled up into a sneer. His heart sank: he saw no mercy there.

“I see no inspiration. No talent. No understanding of the principles we’ve been learning about all semester,” she said in a cruel voice. Tyler heard giggles from the girls and arty guys that filled the rest of the class. They loved to see their school’s quarterback get knocked down a peg.

“Well, class, what grade do we think that this masterpiece deserves?” asked Miss Uden with a sweep of her arms. She was wearing one of her usual baggy, flowing sweaters, which added extra dramatic flair to her arm movements.

The class erupted in boos, making a flush of anger creep into Tyler’s cheeks.

“Well, Tyler,” said Miss Uden smugly, her beautiful, delicate face twisted into a gloating smile. “It looks like the class has spoken.” She grabbed a thick red marker from her desk and walked to the painting, uncapping the marker and drawing a fat “F” across it, ruining the artwork.

“Better luck next semester,” she said tauntingly, walking with a sway of her hips back to her desk and sitting in triumph.

Tyler ...

... swore then and there that he would get his revenge on Miss Uden for this public humiliation if it was the last thing he did.

…

Faria finished counting the money and leaned back in her chair.

“Why don’t you tell me a little bit more about the situation,” she said, rolling her shoulders and stretching her long, shapely neck. It had been a late night last night, finishing up a job for her last client, and she was a little tired and sore.

The young man in front of her scowled. “I paid you the money, right? Shouldn’t that be enough?”

Faria sighed and shook her head, tapping well-manicured nails on the shining hardwood desk.

“Mr…. Carlson, was it? My gifts are highly in demand. I only take cases that … interest me on a personal level. I thought yours sounded promising, but I can still walk away at this point. And I will, honey, if you don’t give me the details I asked for."

The square-jawed young man across the desk from her rolled his eyes, but launched into his explanation. "I'm paying for you to use your …techniques on Lily Uden."

"And what is your relationship to this woman?"

"She teaches art at my school. I had her last semester."

Faria chuckled. Another senior who was a little too hot for teacher. It wasn't the first time she had seen it in her client requests.

"And why do you feel you need revenge on Miss Uden?" she drawled lazily. The sullen Mr. Carlson was correct, he had already sent this information to Faria when he made his request, but ...