Title : Senior dare
author : gouge Schwartz
Keywords : MF, instructor, pupil, shoal, bdsm, dom, sub, maledom, femsub, sex
sum-up : A senior in college turns in a muddy story on a dare.


It started off as a dare. My senior year of college had come. I was about to calibrate I had practically passed all my grade. I had to turn over in a couplet composition, take a few examination, and finish my elective, give up writing. A course of instruction I couldn't fail.

In free people Writing, on the commencement day of class our professor handed out a series of dates. She explained that as long as we handed in one story of the appropriate distance on each of those dates she would hold us all As. The papers just had to be acceptable to English standards she laid out and taught in category and with that she gave us a grinning.

Most bozo in class ignored the object lesson and almost anything she said, and just stared dreamily at that smile, and the dead body it was connected to and what a body it was.

Rebecca Parker was a lulu fox. She was the youngest prof on the faculty at 25 when she joined the faculty final year. Her age allowed her to be instantly in touching with her student, and she dressed like a college student instead of a stuffy old professor. She made no effort to shroud her consistency like most teachers at the school, and her body was amazing. While no one knew for sure, there was many guesses about her claim mensuration. She had an ample bosom that turned heads and bounced provocatively. I often had trouble keeping my oculus off of it, at least once I thought she had caught me staring at them in class, but rather than make a scene, she flashed a smile and continue teaching as if she did n't manage. What a teacher.

I was forced to rent prof Parker's grade in my junior twelvemonth as a compulsory english grade, but I barely passed due to being distracted by her feeling. However it didn't take long for me to signalize up for another class taught by her in my elder twelvemonth. I just wanted to spend an hour each day watching her movement and dreaming about that body and precious smile.

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The field of study of the dare however started off as a joke. I wrote a history about professor Parker in my junior year as a antic, and I sent it to my supporter Dave. I trusted him and he had proved he had could be trusted often. That story was in Dave's self-command for a full year and he never mentioned it.

The fib involved professor Parker and me meeting after course we had a light conversation that lead to me listing off a kind of thing I would like to do with her. The mind revolved around the fact she would be subservient to me and let me try anything I wanted with her, and often on her. In my taradiddle she even suggests a few filthy things herself.

Most of the story was just suggestion or tinge at what we'd do, but I the theme of my beautiful buxom teacher letting me have got my way with her was enjoyable. I'd often read the story when I didn't have a date and enjoy myself to the thought of her on her knee joint offering herself to me in any way I want.

I kept the account around and ended up adding to it when I was bored and horny, a horrible combination. I added a scene where we had sex for the kickoff time. It wasn't erotic love making, and I didn't want it to be love qualification. It was just a large amount of carbon black in which I chose how to have sex and she tried her best to delight me. I even gave Dave the new variant when I finished something I wanted to share. Every metre he got a new copy he would flash me a thumbs up the succeeding day and didn't acknowledgment it after.

A month before Finals, Dave and I were hanging out with some noblewoman, and playing truth or dare. The game had alcoholic beverage involved, and we had gotten pretty far, but at some point Dave asked me trueness or Dare, and I laughed and said"Dare"thinking he'd have me hook up with one of the girls.

Instead Dave just smiled at me and said"springiness your story to Professor Parker as your final exam."I laughed until Dave just nodded and then motioned me to acquire a crook.

It wasn't until the next day that Dave told me he was serious in the daring, he explained the final exam was 25 percentage of my grad and at unsound I would get a C. Though I could get an A and be a hero to Dave.

I just laughed at him but he called me a doormat, and I just told him that we'd see with no chance of me actually following through.

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prof Parker made it hard to think about anything else former than my story. She continued to do provocatively. On the moth-eaten day of the class, she wore an overcoat to class, and took it off revealing a low cut blouse and a brusk skirt. I think I she only wore a sweater once for a schooling case to show off a silly Christmas jumper, and it was the tedious lesson I had in her year. Though she still wore a short skirt which kept the class somewhat interesting.

I always thought Professor Parker was aware the effect her body had on the men in her social class, but didn't head a aroused course of instruction, as long as they we were paying attention. I could certify it worked. I don't think a single guy in the division ever slept through it, something I couldn't say about other stratum. Instead the only problem she ever had was getting a guy's attention to answer a question.

When the time for the final arrive professor Parker sat in her chair at the movement of the course of instruction, behind her desk, and crossed her leg, making me regard her desk would just disappear. She then laid out the composition of the paper.

"I don't want you to stress over your final paper. It's only a newspaper like you've been handing in so far. However it's your final, so I'd like to establish you a great report. babble about the one matter you desire most in the whole world. I don't tutelage if it's a car, or a job, or just a state of mind. I want to get it on what all of you want deep in your heart."

It was at that moment I decided to go for it. Win, lose or draw, I was curious what she would cogitate about my desire.

I spent the following week working on my paper to make sure it was up to her criterion. I removed a few proposition I thought would be over the top, added a little more description to what happened between us, and fleshed out her a little more than just leaving her as a wacky fuck puppet. I didn't want to affront her, I wanted to register what I desired, her giving herself to me.

It struck me that I was looking at an F but I felt confident I could still pass. Just something about the way she said desire made me know I had to let her experience the truth.

I worked more on that composition than any former final exam. I didn't do bad on any final exam, but I could stimulate just used my time on classes that would matter. Yet I turned my paper on time, and she flashed her winning grin as she accepted my assignment. That Saame smile I saw every day in class was the Lapp one I wrote about in my paper on her body as she kneeled before me and asked me to use her. I knew it was the concluding time I'd see it, as I'd get my paper back when I got my net grade but it wouldn't be in person.

As I walked out of the schoolroom, I saw Dave and threw him a thumbs up letting him know I went through with it. I didn't even have to lie. Dave just laughed and bought me a drinking calling me the plucky guy he knew.

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There was week before our final grades were released during which as seniors meant we drank partied and caused a commotion. Then we came back to earth as our grades were posted. I went around the campus and gathered my grades, one C, a duad Bs, and an A. Finally I wandered over to see what I had assumed would be the F from Free Writing… However Dave was standing by it waiting for me, and looked like he had bad news.

"Sorry, man.."

Dave kind of ran off after apologizing. I looked for my degree to see how bad it could be and I saw the mark next to my name."See Me."There was even time listed after school hour. Shit. That wasn't just. I was going to go bad, and she probably was going to try to get me expelled. Why the fuck did I listen to Dave ? Why the fuck did I have to turn that story in ? I should deliver just wrote something stupid about wanting a married woman and a white spotter fencing and 2.6 tiddler or some lame shit like that.

I realized I had a distich hours before the time listed so I ditched Dave and went back to my room to think. There had to be some reason for me to turn in that paper. I could enjoin her it was a joke. I could state her I didn't bring in what I had handed in because someone switched my composition. I could just beg her not to fail me outright.

Eventually the meter came, and I started over to her authority at the time she requested. I had to drive my way past the bunch of students leaving their last socio-economic class of the day, but got to professor Charles Christopher Parker's office and I found a note on the door. Professor Dorothy Parker must have got tired of waiting and told me she was expelling me in a eminence.

As I read the note, it had a room turn, the room that our socio-economic class would meet in. I took the bill off the door as I thought it was meant for me and went to the room, worried about why she didn't want me in her office. Was she afraid I would cave in something.

When I got to the classroom I noticed that the blinds were drawn, and I wondered who would be waiting for me on the other side. I imagined the dean, the provost and about every other self-confidence figure waiting to carry a turn at me behind the door I took a deep breath and opened the door walking through to front the music.

I looked around and noticed there wasn't a room full of people waiting for me. In fact there was only one person, and she was sitting down behind the desk. As the room access closed, professor Yardbird Parker looked at me and said"Would you mind locking that ? I think we need privacy for this discussion."

I locked the room access and walked towards my seat before prof Charlie Parker coughed and motioned for me to border on her desk. Then I slowly walked up to her, and she rose out of her can. She wore a farsighted coat that fully hid her body, I figured she must sustain just walked from the administration building to here and needed to continue up due to wrap, or just didn't want to picture me anything after reading the narrative. I noticed a folder on the desk as she motioned for me to sit down in the same chair she was in.

After I sat in her seat, she opened the folder, in the brochure was a story I didn't recognize. There was a large red A and a ripe job written on it. I noticed my public figure was in the upper left hand corner. I started to scan the paper but Professor Parker stopped me.

"Tomorrow I'm going to hand in this story as your Senior projection for the school record."She explained."However it needs a theme song to show it's yours."

I realized this was an out, if there was no functionary record, she couldn't do anything to me, I saw a pen next to the folder and immediately signed the paper. Professor Charlie Parker moved the theme to the early position of the brochure exposing a endorsement report underneath it. Instantly I recognized the layout. My ill-famed theme.

Except if it was infamous, what was an A doing on it. There was serveral bank bill on the report. I read a few on the first gear Thomas Nelson Page."I would never say that."“ This is unlikely, but intriguing."“ How dirty."

I swallowed, as she turned the page, on the adjacent page I saw a greenback that changed everything. The note read"I'd like to try that."I look over at what she was talking about and realized that she had highlighted an entire paragraph detailing the idea that I would be allowed to use her any way I wanted. The thought of her wanting to try it stunned me. I couldn't stand to translate any to a greater extent, I turned to look at her, and saw her brilliantly smile looking down at me as she nodded. She pointed down at the report and I continued to record her comments, each one sounding like she was enjoying the story.

I eventually got to the end of the story, and her net gossip almost knocked me out of the chair. She simply had wrote"I came ”.

I looked up to where she was standing next to me and saw she was gone, I got disturbed and then notice she was standing in the first row of desks right in the middle of the classroom. She gave me a smile."I've been afraid to include this to anyone but I've always wanted someone to use me. To… command me. I've had many fellow, but they all would do anything I want… I couldn't distinguish them to just use me. That's just not who I am."

I stood up from the desk and crook over it, feeling the world power of being behind it. I tried to muster up up the voice that demanded respect"Well prof that clip is over, I'm going to show you exactly how a man should use your body."

I could see her shake at my words."Just one affair, I'm not your professor… visit me Rebecca."

I decided to push my luck."I'll call you what I want, Professor."

This metre I knew I saw her organic structure jolt."Yes sir. It's time to demo myself to you."

Before I could react, she took a oceanic abyss breath and unbuttoned her coat and opened it. Her school principal looked at the floor as I took in her turnout, or lack of it. She stood in a bra that barely covered her pap, her large boob threatened to spill over with almost any gesture she made, and I was trying to will that bra to rip and let those tit hang release for me to inspect. My eye trailed down over a perfect belly button and a shockingly prostrate abdomen. At offset she appeared to be wearing nothing but then I realized she was wearing a very midget lash that left aught to my imagination. In fact I could see she was unclouded shaven when I looked closer. She even wore a set of high heels I mentioned in my story and they made her legs smell amazing. I looked her all over and realized I was looking at my idea of ne plus ultra.

My back talk dropped open. Here was my professor practically naked in front of me offering herself to me and now showing me everything I dreamed of since I met her. She wanted me to do every filthy thing I had written down to her, and she wanted to start now.

I stared and didn't know what to say, she dropped her coating and looked up with me, she had an impish smile that almost dared me to keep an eye on through and that broke the ice for me. I had always imagined her doing one thing for me, and now I had the prospect.

"Get over here professor, I think you're still overdressed for my taste.."

"I'm so beaming you approve, sir. I know just how you want me to take it off."I was confused, but she moved towards her desk, moving her body in a way that told me she craved my approval. Her desk had been cleaned off except for a small stereoscopic photograph she kept on it though I had never seen her use it.

"I made this CD just for this."

She pressed period of play on the stereo and climbed up onto the desk. A cd played."Now introducing Rebecca !"shouted a male voice from the stereoscopic photograph as if introducing her at a strip gild, and then suddenly a rock candy song blared out of the stereoscopic picture, I tried to recognise it as my professor started to dance and climb on the desk as she shook her soundbox. I suddenly got it, it was Van Halen playing Hot for teacher.

As she gyrated her pelvic girdle and judder her dead body while standing on the desk, I stared up at her even as I took her bum again. She danced around the desk in very provocative style turning me on. Her hands moved over her consistency as I watched and she kept throwing blink at me.

"When I was in college I took a strippercise class. Honestly I liked everyone looking at me as I danced, I didn't precaution about the exercise"She smiled at that and bent over facing away from me.

I had seen a sprigger once, and I never understood the pose, but her mannerism was just pure sex. I could see through her legs as her large breasts hanged, but I could also calculate up and see her pussy through her thong, and what looked like a wet spot starting to form. Her torso screamed to be touched, but I held myself back. She shook her body and then grabbed her ass and spread it a slight.

I didn't say anything. My gorgeous teacher was dancing in her bra and panties, showing off her motility and doing it for just me. I was in heaven and I whistled. She smiled and kept showing off her soundbox. Finally she squated down in front of me and brought her breasts to my eye storey and motioned for me to move forward.

I sat up and leaned forward and she took my read/write head and pressed her breasts around it, even with her bra still on they felt heavenly. The cushy warm fleshed rubbed my nerve. She then raised a finger as she let my brain go, and I waited. She reached behind her back for a s. It was like the sea parting. Her breast dropped out and pass for me. The low distance between us disappeared and her tit surrounded me. I pressed my grimace back in between those perfect orbs. Now with zip holding them back they bounced and rub down my grimace, and I kissed her between them. I moved my face back and forth feeling those breasts on my typeface.

I knew couldn't birdcall this woman my professor any more, this was the hot young woman Rebecca Yardbird Parker, a woman I was about to get to know far better than I should.

As I rubbed her titty with my face, she gently held my head."I know you must make wondered since you saw me. They're 38 Es. and I hope you enjoy them sir."

I looked up at her and sat back, breathing heavily. I tried to slow down my breathing and get in the amazing sight before me."They are wonderful, far better than I could ever imagine, and I imagined them often."

Rebecca smiled at me and raised up in a manner that made her white meat bounce. Hot for Teacher stopped and the next song began. I instantly knew it, cerise Pie. Not that I listened to the song, all I could focus on was those declamatory breasts and the way her hands rubbed them.

Rebekah's breast were even bigger than they looked in her kit. They felt perky but hung under their weighting, showing a cancel bounce. She played a version of peek-a-boo with the white meat that drove me crazy.

She then turned around and teased me by turning her torso and giving me a peek of her tit until I finally spoke up."Turn around Rebecca, you're driving me crazy."

She looked over her articulatio humeri and turned back towards me, smirking."Yes sir, is there something you'd like me to do, or do for me ?"

Before she was facing me my hands were on her as I sprang out of my chairperson. I grabbed her flip-flop and rather than slip them off I pulled hard ripping them in two."You're not going to postulate those again."This evoked a moan from her which beat back me on."Now get down on this desk it's time I get to try you."

I saw her tingle as she lowered herself and skid her metrical foot to both English of my body. She looked at me and all I could see was desire in her eye as she reached over and turned off the music and then cupped her titty, holding them up.

"Is this how you would wish me, sir ?"

I smiled and removed my shirt and then dropped my bloomers as fasting as I could. I would care to say I tried to be aphrodisiac. In world I had a hot naked woman in forepart of me I fantasized about. I wanted the apparel off. But I held myself back reminding myself I was in dominance here, even if it didn't seem like it so far.

"clutches those up, it's time for me to see how sore your tit are."I commanded

"Yes, sir. Please know they're very sensitive, but use them as you'd like."

I smiled as my back talk seeked out her right white meat and started to suckle at her breast. I cupped her breast, and she brought her helping hand down to come to my trunk. She traced a digit down towards my genitals.

She let out a moan and said"Oh sir, I love that.. please savor my body."

I continued to draw as I let her mitt trace down to my cock. While I doubt I was the biggest guy on campus, I have never heard a complaint and the moan she let out as she finally touched it told me I had another satisfied customer.

I moved my sass to her former boob and suckled again. I knew I had the prize only inches from my cock, and the way Rebecca's script was rubbing it and pulling it towards her, I knew she wanted it, but I had my hands on her body, and I wasn't going to stop yet.

"Please sir, I need your cock."

I stood up and looked at her towering over her."Not yet. I'm going to delight myself first and then I'll take what's mine."

She shivered again as I sucked her breast again. I heard a small whimper escape from her back talk from being made to wait. I enjoyed seeing that and realized she really did get off on my story. I bit her chest and watched as she threw her top dog back.

I continued to play with her bosom, watching her moan, whimper and beg as I teased and enjoyed her prominent boob. Watching them in division had me hungry, now I was feasting on her, and causing her desire to ramp up. Finally after teasing her for so long I knew I couldn't wait, and I stood up, bringing my pecker to her eubstance and I felt it brush against her hot wet opening move.

I decide to continue to bait her as I rubbed the head of my stopcock on her kitty."It looks like we were made for each other."

She begged."Please sir, I'm ready. Just put it in."

"I can tell but who's in charge here ?"

"You are, god you are, just please I need it. It's been too long."

I was shocked."How long has it been Rebekah, how hanker since you've even felt this ?"

She looked at me, her face looking like a woman possessed, her rima oris puckered in an almost constant moan and her eyes begged me silently. However what was most obvious was her pussycat. It pulsed almost in time with her instant, it was the neediest region of her and tried to pull me in.

"I have never felt like this, but I haven't been with a man in a year. Not that he was much of a man."

I was floored, but I knew what needed to be done. I slowly slew my cock giving her exactly what her body was calling for. Her whole body shivered as her arms reached out for me and pull me into her. I grabbed her by the waist as I pressed forward. I realized suddenly I could feel all of her body around my stopcock, the moisture from her desire provided Thomas More lubrication than I could give birth asked for.

Her pussy quivered around me I could feel it squeezing me. Her eyes rolled up into her head and her manus gripped me tightly. I continued to press my cock into her and out of her enjoying the feeling. Finally she relaxed and her eyes fluttered.

"I'm sorry, sir. I've come I hope you won't punish me for it but I had to, it felt so good."

I slowed down my drift and stroked her hair."Rebecca, I won't trammel your body from feeling good, but you know you're here for."

She nodded bitting her lip."Yes sir. I'm here to be used for your pleasure.."

I smiled and fucked her like I wanted. I grabbed her articulatio humeri and squeeze my consistency on top of her. Her wooden leg curled around my organic structure and squeeze me as her heels rested on my ass. I thrust into her as far as my cock could reach. I held her tightly with my custody. I realized I had never been this rough with any of the girl I slept with. This wasn't"lovemaking ”, the way I was pressing into her was using her for my gratification. Her eubstance was mine to use.

I felt myself moaning out, and she was watching me, letting me use her. Her body was open to me as I needed, and I thought about every naughty matter I had written in the storey. The estimate of doing each of them to my prof drove me crazy. I felt myself responding as I pressed into her for one last time.

I started to orgasm inside of her and her legs pulled me into her as trench as I could. I stared down at her as I came down from the feeling. Rebekah looked up at me unsure as if what would come about following. I took her case in my hired man and kissed her lips and moaned into her mouth.

"That was very effective for a first time, pet. But I think my cock motivation to be cleaned and refreshed for the next event."

I allowed my body to strike back into her chairperson. Her body raised up from the desk and then bury to the level before me before I could do anything else she engulfed my shrinking cock and licked it sportsmanlike while looking up at me with those lovely eyes.

I rested a hand on her headland and she gave me a pleasing moan that vibrated around my rooster. I watched as she licked me clear and worked on my peter while I rested.

My putz showed mark of life again, growing again to it's good duration. Rebecca's head slid off of my turncock and she smiled up at me.

"Before we move on to our next act, I should let you be intimate that the university is offering me the opportunity to hire a Teaching Assistant for next year. Should I put your figure in ?"I smiled and nodded at her.

"Excellent, now master, what would you like me to do next to serve you ?"

I laughed as she knelt down, still in her heels but looked down at my feet waiting for me to tell apart her what to do next as I sat in a electric chair in strawman of her. I looked down at her amazed that this sybaritic beast was now all mine to love as I'd like. I admired her realizing that I finally found a everlasting char. One who's craving was serving and pleasuring her man. As her new and number one master I was going to relieve oneself use of every service she was offering and manufacture some new ones .