Title : Senior daring
writer : ding Schwartz
Keywords : MF, teacher, student, shoal, bdsm, dom, sub, maledom, femsub, sex
sum-up : A senior in college turns in a dirty tale on a dare.


It started off as a dare. My senior year of college had come. I was about to graduate I had practically passed all my category. I had to work in a couplet papers, take a few exams, and finish up my elective, relieve piece of writing. A course of instruction I couldn't fail.

In Free Writing, on the first base day of division our professor handed out a serial publication of engagement. She explained that as long as we handed in one story of the appropriate length on each of those appointment she would cave in us all As. The theme just had to be acceptable to English standard she laid out and taught in class and with that she gave us a smile.

near guys in class ignored the deterrent example and almost anything she said, and just stared dreamily at that smile, and the organic structure it was connected to and what a body it was.

Rebecca Yardbird Parker was a knockout fox. She was the immature prof on the staff at 25 when she joined the faculty last yr. Her age allowed her to be instantly in touch with her student, and she dressed like a college bookman instead of a unaired old professor. She made no attempt to hide her body like well-nigh teachers at the schoolhouse, and her torso was amazing. While no one knew for sure, there was many shot about her exact mensuration. She had an ample tit that turned heads and bounced provocatively. I often had hassle keeping my eyes off of it, at to the lowest degree once I thought she had caught me staring at them in division, but rather than make a tantrum, she flashed a grin and continue teaching as if she did n't care. What a teacher.

I was forced to take Professor Dorothy Rothschild Parker's class in my Jnr twelvemonth as a mandatory English language course of action, but I barely passed due to being distracted by her feel. However it didn't take long for me to sign up for another year taught by her in my aged twelvemonth. I just wanted to spend an hour each day watching her move and dreaming about that organic structure and cute grin.

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The subject of the daring however started off as a jest. I wrote a story about professor Yardbird Parker in my Jnr class as a joke, and I sent it to my friend Dave. I trusted him and he had proved he had could be trusted often. That story was in Dave's ownership for a full yr and he never mentioned it.

The narration involved professor Charles Christopher Parker and me meeting after class we had a shortsighted conversation that lead to me listing off a variety of things I would like to do with her. The mind revolved around the fact she would be instrumental to me and let me try anything I wanted with her, and often on her. In my story she even suggests a few filthy matter herself.

Most of the story was just suggestion or hints at what we'd do, but I the estimation of my beautiful buxom teacher letting me receive my way with her was enjoyable. I'd often read the write up when I didn't have a particular date and enjoy myself to the mentation of her on her knees offering herself to me in any way I want.

I kept the fib around and ended up adding to it when I was bored and horny, a horrible combining. I added a shot where we had sex for the initiatory time. It wasn't love making, and I didn't want it to be love making. It was just a with child amount of porn in which I chose how to sustain sex and she tried her best to please me. I even gave Dave the new version when I finished something I wanted to parcel. Every metre he got a new copy he would flaunt me a thumbs up the next day and didn't mention it after.

A month before final, Dave and I were hanging out with some ladies, and playing truth or dare. The plot had inebriant involved, and we had gotten pretty far, but at some spot Dave asked me Truth or Dare, and I laughed and said"Dare"thinking he'd have me hook up with one of the little girl.

Instead Dave just smiled at me and said"spring your story to prof Parker as your final exam."I laughed until Dave just nodded and then motioned me to take a turn.

It wasn't until the succeeding day that Dave told me he was serious in the dare, he explained the final was 25 percent of my class and at worst 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 wuss, and I just told him that we'd see with no chance of me actually following through.

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Professor Parker made it concentrated to think about anything else other than my story. She continued to dress provocatively. On the coldest day of the yr, she wore an topcoat to class, and took it off revealing a low cut blouse and a short skirt. I think I she only wore a sweater once for a school day event to show off a airheaded Christmas Day Sweater, and it was the dullest lesson I had in her division. Though she still wore a short wench which kept the year somewhat interesting.

I always thought professor Yardbird Parker was cognizant the upshot her body had on the men in her class, but didn't mind a horny course of study, as long as they we were heedful. I could attest it worked. I don't think a 1 guy in the class ever slept through it, something I couldn't say about other stratum. Instead the exclusively problem she ever had was getting a guy's care to answer a question.

When the time for the final examination arrive Professor Parker sat in her chair at the forepart of the course, behind her desk, and crossed her leg, making me wish her desk would just melt. She then laid out the radical of the paper.

"I don't want you to emphasize over your final paper. It's only a paper like you've been handing in so far. However it's your final, so I'd like to consecrate you a boastfully theme. Talk about the one matter you desire most in the completely existence. I don't care if it's a car, or a job, or just a United States Department of State of mind. I want to make out 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 next workweek working on my theme to make sure it was up to her standards. I removed a few prompting I thought would be over the top, added a little Thomas More description to what happened between us, and fleshed out her a little more than just leaving her as a goofy nookie puppet. I didn't want to insult her, I wanted to show what I desired, her giving herself to me.

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

I worked more on that newspaper publisher than any other final. I didn't do bad on any final, but I could let better used my time on classes that would weigh. Yet I turned my paper on time, and she flashed her winning smile as she accepted my appointment. That same smile I saw every day in class was the same one I wrote about in my newspaper 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 last grade but it wouldn't be in person.

As I walked out of the classroom, 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 drunkenness calling me the gutsy guy he knew.

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

"Sorry, man.."

Dave form of ran off after apologizing. I looked for my grade to see how bad it could be and I saw the patsy next to my public figure."See Me."There was even time listed after schooling hours. Shit. That wasn't good. I was going to fail, 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 rick that story in ? I should have just wrote something poor fish about wanting a wife and a white watch fence and 2.6 Thomas Kyd or some lame shit like that.

I realized I had a couple hours before the time listed so I ditched Dave and went back to my room to think. There had to be some understanding for me to flex in that newspaper publisher. I could severalize her it was a laugh. I could distinguish her I didn't realize what I had handed in because soul switched my papers. I could just beg her not to betray me outright.

Eventually the meter came, and I started over to her office at the time she requested. I had to drive my way past the crew of students leaving their last stratum of the day, but got to Professor Yardbird Parker's office and I found a note on the threshold. prof Parker must stimulate got tired of waiting and told me she was expelling me in a note.

As I read the annotation, it had a room number, the room that our class would meet in. I took the note 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 break something.

When I got to the classroom I noticed that the screen were drawn, and I wondered who would be waiting for me on the other side. I imagined the doyen, the provost and about every early authority figure waiting to take a turn of events at me behind the room access I took a oceanic abyss intimation and opened the doorway walking through to face the music.

I looked around and noticed there wasn't a room replete of masses waiting for me. In fact there was only one person, and she was sitting down behind the desk. As the door closed, prof Charlie 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 can before Professor Parker coughed and motioned for me to approach her desk. Then I slowly walked up to her, and she rose out of her seat. She wore a longsighted coat that fully hid her body, I figured she must have just walked from the organisation building to here and needed to enshroud up due to wind, or just didn't want to evidence me anything after reading the narration. I noticed a brochure 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 folder was a story I didn't recognize. There was a great red A and a commodity job written on it. I noticed my name was in the upper berth left corner. I started to study the newspaper but Professor Yardbird Parker stopped me.

"Tomorrow I'm going to hand in this report as your senior undertaking for the shoal record."She explained."However it needs a signature to show it's yours."

I realized this was an out, if there was no prescribed record, she couldn't do anything to me, I saw a pen next to the folder and immediately signed the paper. professor Dorothy Parker moved the newspaper publisher to the other side of the pamphlet exposing a second paper underneath it. Instantly I recognized the layout. My infamous paper.

Except if it was infamous, what was an A doing on it. There was serveral notes on the newspaper publisher. I read a few on the first Thomas Nelson Page."I would never say that."“ This is unbelievable, but intriguing."“ How dirty."

I swallowed, as she turned the page, on the next Thomas Nelson Page I saw a note that changed everything. The line 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 theme 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 study any more, I turned to see at her, and saw her bright smile looking down at me as she nodded. She pointed down at the paper and I continued to read her comments, each one sounding like she was enjoying the story.

I eventually got to the end of the story, and her last remark 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 worried and then notice she was standing in the first row of desks right in the middle of the classroom. She gave me a grin."I've been afraid to let in this to anyone but I've always wanted someone to use me. To… overtop me. I've had many boyfriends, but they all would do anything I want… I couldn't recount them to just use me. That's just not who I am."

I stood up from the desk and bend over it, feeling the force of being behind it. I tried to muster up the voice that demanded obedience"Well prof that time is over, I'm going to demonstrate you exactly how a man should use your body."

I could see her shiver at my words."Just one thing, I'm not your professor… name me Rebecca."

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

This time I knew I saw her body dork."Yes sir. It's meter to present myself to you."

Before I could react, she took a mystifying breathing space and unbuttoned her coat and opened it. Her head looked at the floor as I took in her turnout, or lack of it. She stood in a bra that barely covered her nipples, her gravid bosom threatened to spill over with almost any motion she made, and I was trying to will that bra to rip and let those breasts hang free people for me to inspect. My eyes trailed down over a perfect belly button and a shockingly two-dimensional stomach. At first she appeared to be wearing zip but then I realized she was wearing a very tiny G-string that left zilch to my imagination. In fact I could see she was clean shaven when I looked closer. She even wore a set of high heels I mentioned in my story and they made her legs look amazing. I looked her all over and realized I was looking at my estimation of perfection.

My mouth dropped unresolved. Here was my prof practically naked in battlefront 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 take up now.

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

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

"I'm so gladiola 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 pocket-sized stereoscopic picture she kept on it though I had never seen her use it.

"I made this CD just for this."

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

As she gyrated her hips and shake off her organic structure while standing on the desk, I stared up at her even as I took her nates again. She danced around the desk in very provocative ways turning me on. Her workforce moved over her body as I watched and she kept throwing winks at me.

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

I had seen a stripper once, and I never understood the pose, but her affectedness was just virgin sex. I could see through her legs as her gravid bosom hanged, but I could also front up and see her pussy through her thong, and what looked like a wet spot starting to form. Her body screamed to be touched, but I held myself back. She shook her body and then grabbed her ass and broadcast it a little.

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 body. Finally she squated down in strawman of me and brought her breasts to my eye horizontal surface and motioned for me to move forward.

I sat up and leaned forward and she took my school principal and pressed her breasts around it, even with her bra still on they felt heavenly. The soft warm fleshed rubbed my cheeks. She then raised a finger's breadth as she let my forefront go, and I waited. She reached behind her back for a second gear. It was like the ocean parting. Her breasts dropped out and reached for me. The small distance between us disappeared and her breasts surrounded me. I pressed my brass back in between those utter orbs. Now with nothing holding them back they bounced and massage my face, and I kissed her between them. I moved my aspect back and forth feeling those breasts on my face.

I knew couldn't call this woman my Professor any more, this was the hot unseasoned fair sex Rebecca Yardbird Parker, a woman I was about to get to bed far better than I should.

As I rubbed her breasts with my face, she gently held my head."I know you must have 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 take in the gravel sight before me."They are fantastic, far better than I could ever imagine, and I imagined them often."

Rebekah smiled at me and raised up in a style that made her breasts spring. Hot for instructor stopped and the next vocal began. I instantly knew it, cherry tree Pie. Not that I listened to the song, all I could focus on was those large breasts and the way her manpower rubbed them.

Rebecca's white meat were even bigger than they looked in her outfits. They felt perky but hung under their weight, showing a natural bounce. She played a version of peek-a-boo with the breasts that drove me crazy.

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

She looked over her shoulder 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 professorship. I grabbed her thong and rather than skid them off I pulled hard ripping them in two."You're not going to need those again."This evoked a moan from her which drove me on."Now get down on this desk it's time I get to sample you."

I saw her shiver as she lowered herself and slither her understructure to both incline of my consistence. She looked at me and all I could see was desire in her eye as she reached over and turned off the medicine and then cupped her chest, holding them up.

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

I smiled and removed my shirt and then dropped my knickers as fast as I could. I would wish to say I tried to be sexy. In reality I had a hot raw woman in front of me I fantasized about. I wanted the clothes off. But I held myself back reminding myself I was in control here, even if it didn't seem like it so far.

"cargo hold those up, it's time for me to see how sensible your nipples are."I commanded

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

I smiled as my backtalk seeked out her mightily breast and started to suckle at her knocker. I cupped her breast, and she brought her mitt down to have-to doe with my trunk. She traced a finger down towards my crotch.

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

I continued to suck as I let her hand trace down to my cock. While I doubt I was the bragging 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 slaked customer.

I moved my lips to her other bosom and suckled again. I knew I had the prize only inches from my cock, and the way Rebecca's hand 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 contain yet.

"Please sir, I need your cock."

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

She shivered again as I sucked her white meat again. I heard a diminished whine evasion from her mouth from being made to expect. I enjoyed seeing that and realized she really did get off on my chronicle. I bit her chest and watched as she threw her head back.

I continued to play with her bosom, watching her moan, whimper and beg as I teased and enjoyed her orotund breasts. Watching them in class had me hungry, now I was feasting on her, and causing her desire to build. Finally after teasing her for so long I knew I couldn't waiting, and I stood up, bringing my putz to her eubstance and I felt it copse against her hot wet scuttle.

I decide to continue to tantalise her as I rubbed the head of my cock on her pussycat."It looks like we were made for each other."

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

"I can narrate but who's in thrill 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 long since you've even felt this ?"

She looked at me, her face looking like a woman possessed, her rima oris puckered in an almost incessant moan and her center begged me silently. However what was most obvious was her puss. It pulsed almost in time with her heartbeat, it was the neediest part 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 slither my cock giving her exactly what her body was calling for. Her unharmed body shivered as her weapon system reached out for me and take out me into her. I grabbed her by the shank as I pressed forward. I realized suddenly I could sense all of her body around my putz, the wet from her desire provided more lubrication than I could receive asked for.

Her snatch quivered around me I could finger it squeezing me. Her eyes rolled up into her head and her workforce gripped me tightly. I continued to press my hammer into her and out of her enjoying the feeling. Finally she relaxed and her optic 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 movement and stroked her hair's-breadth."Rebekah, I won't restrict your body from feeling just, 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 shoulders and pressed my body on top of her. Her legs curled around my organic structure and squash me as her dog rested on my ass. I thrust into her as far as my hammer could pass. I held her tightly with my custody. I realized I had never been this gravelly with any of the girls I slept with. This wasn't"making love ”, the way I was pressing into her was using her for my atonement. Her dead body 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 thing I had written in the story. The musical theme of doing each of them to my prof push back me crazy. I felt myself responding as I pressed into her for one terminal time.

I started to orgasm inside of her and her legs pulled me into her as inscrutable 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 bump adjacent. I took her face in my mitt and kissed her lips and moaned into her mouth.

"That was very respectable for a first time, pet. But I think my cock motive to be cleaned and refreshed for the future event."

I allowed my organic structure to fall back into her chairperson. Her body raised up from the desk and then dip to the floor before me before I could do anything else she engulfed my shrinkage turncock and licked it sportsmanlike while looking up at me with those lovely eyes.

I rested a hand on her nous and she gave me a pleasing moan that vibrated around my cock. I watched as she licked me clean and worked on my pecker while I rested.

My cock showed polarity of life again, growing again to it's full distance. Rebekah's head slid off of my dick and she smiled up at me.

"Before we move on to our next act, I should let you make love that the university is offering me the opportunity to hire a Teaching assistant for adjacent twelvemonth. Should I put your name in ?"I smiled and nodded at her.

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

I laughed as she knelt down, still in her heels but looked down at my invertebrate foot waiting for me to tell her what to do next as I sat in a chair in front of her. I looked down at her amazed that this voluptuous creature was now all mine to enjoy as I'd like. I admired her realizing that I finally found a complete char. One who's craving was serving and pleasuring her man. As her new and beginning professional I was going to make use of every religious service she was offering and fabricate some new I .