Miss Udders - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Miss Udders - Part 1

... she said impatiently, “What is the result that you want? How do you want me to influence her?”

Faria thought the young man would let her down for a moment, but then she saw the familiar dull light of perverted lust burning in his eyes.

“I want her humiliated, like I was. I want her to beg for forgiveness in the most depraved way possible, only for me to say no. I want her in my power. I want to see her get knocked down off her pedestal and look up to see me above her. I want to feel that cow’s tits in my hands and hear her moan for more.”

“Fantastic,” said Faria with a wide, shining smile.

…

Faria found it easy to slip into any place she chose. Her shiny black hair and tanned complexion allowed her to pass for Greek, Arabic, latina, Italian, or others. She had even managed to leave people with the impression that she was Thai once, with some clever makeup.

Today, she had chosen a simple professional suit. Faria left the school secretaries with the vague impression that she was some sort of social worker checking up on a student, and effortlessly led them to forget to sign her into the visitor log. It was important to cover her tracks as much as possible: if she was able to pull off what she had planned for this target, it might be a good idea to leave a low profile.

Faria waited in the staff lounge for a few minutes until the bell rang for the end of the day, then made her way up to Miss Uden’s room, nodding forgettably to the students and staff that she ...

... passed.

As Faria walked into the airy, bright art classroom, Lily Uden was bent at the waist, reaching for a paintbrush that had fallen behind a table. It should have been a magnificent view of her ass, but it was spoiled slightly by the fact that Lily was wearing baggy overalls.

As she straightened, the young teacher realized that she had a guest, and whirled with an apologetic smile.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! Didn’t hear you come in!” She had a long sleeve shirt under her overalls, and her hair, like in the photo, was braided and held back in a kerchief, which must be a signature look of hers.

There was a splotch of yellow paint on one of her cheeks. The effect, Faria had to admit, was adorable. But it was clear that the nip slip at the beach was completely out of character for her.

She looked like she might have even had to be talked into wearing the bikini, if this is what she considered normal clothes.

“What can I do for you?” asked Lily, bringing the brush to a sink and rinsing it as she talked over her shoulder. “Are you a parent?” Lily’s brows furrowed a little as she realized that Faria looked far too young to be the mother of one of her students. “Err, I mean… sister of one of my students?”

“No, no, no,” said Faria smoothly, a cool appraising look on her face as she studied the contours of Lily’s body, “Nothing like that. I’m actually part of a new district program. Stress levels have been through the roof in education these past few years. I’m ...