Title : senior dare
generator : dent Schwartz
Keywords : MF, teacher, student, school, bdsm, dom, sub, maledom, femsub, sex
sum-up : A senior in college turns in a dirty taradiddle on a dare.


It started off as a dare. My senior yr of college had come. I was about to graduate I had practically passed all my course of instruction. I had to wrench in a pair papers, take a few exam, and land up my elective, free penning. A class I couldn't fail.

In Free Writing, on the first day of course of study our professor handed out a serial of dates. She explained that as long as we handed in one history of the appropriate length on each of those dates she would throw us all As. The papers just had to be acceptable to English standard she laid out and taught in class and with that she gave us a grin.

Most guys in class ignored the lessons and almost anything she said, and just stared dreamily at that smiling, and the body it was connected to and what a consistency it was.

Rebecca Parker was a knockout fox. She was the youngest professor on the staff at 25 when she joined the faculty last class. Her age allowed her to be instantly in pinch with her pupil, and she dressed like a college bookman instead of a stuffy old professor. She made no attempt to hide her eubstance like most instructor at the school, and her body was amazing. While no one knew for sure, there was many hypothesis about her precise measure. She had an rich bosom that turned heads and bounced provocatively. I often had trouble keeping my middle off of it, at least once I thought she had caught me staring at them in class, but rather than make water a scene, she flashed a smiling and go forward teaching as if she did n't deal. What a teacher.

I was forced to take prof Charlie Parker's stratum in my junior yr as a mandatory english grade, but I barely passed due to being distracted by her feeling. However it didn't take long for me to ratify up for another socio-economic class taught by her in my fourth-year year. I just wanted to spend an hour each day watching her move and dreaming about that consistence and cute smile.

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The subject of the dare however started off as a joke. I wrote a story about Professor Parker in my next-to-last year as a trick, and I sent it to my friend Dave. I trusted him and he had proved he had could be trusted often. That fib was in Dave's possession for a wide-cut year and he never mentioned it.

The story involved Professor Parker and me meeting after social class we had a shortsighted conversation that lead to me listing off a diversity of matter I would care to do with her. The melodic theme 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 story she even suggests a few filthy matter herself.

Most of the story was just mesmerism or hints at what we'd do, but I the idea of my beautiful buxom teacher letting me birth 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 stifle offering herself to me in any way I want.

I kept the story 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 first time. It wasn't making love fashioning, and I didn't want it to be love making. It was just a large amount of smut in which I chose how to receive sex and she tried her outdo to delight me. I even gave Dave the new variant when I finished something I wanted to share. Every fourth dimension he got a new transcript he would flash me a quarter round up the next day and didn't honorable mention it after.

A month before Finals, Dave and I were hanging out with some ladies, and playing truth or dare. The secret plan had alcoholic drink involved, and we had gotten pretty far, but at some point Dave asked me the true or dare, and I laughed and said"Dare"thinking he'd feature me gazump up with one of the girls.

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

It wasn't until the adjacent day that Dave told me he was serious in the dare, he explained the last was 25 percent of my grade 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 Charles Christopher Parker made it hard to believe about anything else other than my narration. She continued to set provocatively. On the coldest day of the twelvemonth, she wore an overcoat to division, and took it off revealing a low cut blouse and a short skirt. I think I she only wore a sweater once for a schooltime event to establish off a whacky Xmas Sweater, and it was the dense lesson I had in her class. Though she still wore a short skirt which kept the course somewhat interesting.

I always thought Professor Charles Christopher Parker was aware the burden her eubstance had on the men in her class, but didn't mind a steamy class, as long as they we were attentive. I could attest it worked. I don't think a bingle guy in the socio-economic class ever slept through it, something I couldn't say about former family. Instead the but problem she ever had was getting a guy's attention to respond a question.

When the time for the final arrive Professor Charlie Parker sat in her chair at the front of the form, behind her desk, and crossed her leg, making me wish her desk would just evaporate. She then laid out the theme of the report.

"I don't want you to try over your final exam paper. It's only a newspaper publisher like you've been handing in so far. However it's your final, so I'd like to devote you a large theme. verbalise about the one matter you desire most in the whole creation. I don't care if it's a car, or a job, or just a commonwealth of intellect. I want to know what all of you want deep in your heart."

It was at that consequence I decided to go for it. Win, lose or draw, I was odd what she would think about my desire.

I spent the next week working on my paper to make trusted it was up to her measure. I removed a few proffer 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 than just leaving her as a silly fuck 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 confident I could still pass. Just something about the way she said desire made me sleep with I had to let her know the truth.

I worked more on that paper than any former concluding. I didn't do bad on any final, but I could give birth better used my time on classes that would matter. Yet I turned my paper on time, and she flashed her winning grinning as she accepted my assigning. That same grin I saw every day in course of instruction was the Lapplander 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 last metre I'd see it, as I'd get my theme back when I got my final class 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 drink calling me the gutsiest guy he knew.

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There was hebdomad before our final class were released during which as senior meant we drank partied and caused a ruckus. Then we came back to earth as our grades were posted. I went around the campus and gathered my score, 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 news show.

"Sorry, man.."

Dave kind of ran off after apologizing. I looked for my course to see how bad it could be and I saw the home run next to my gens."See Me."There was even time listed after shoal hours. asshole. That wasn't good. I was going to bomb, and she probably was going to try to get me expelled. Why the fuck did I heed to Dave ? Why the fuck did I have to turn that news report in ? I should hold just wrote something stupid about wanting a wife and a T. H. White piquet fence and 2.6 kids or some lame shit like that.

I realized I had a twosome hr 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 plow in that newspaper publisher. I could state her it was a joke. I could tell her I didn't realize what I had handed in because person switched my papers. I could just beg her not to fail me outright.

Eventually the clock time came, and I started over to her part at the clip she requested. I had to crusade my way past the gang of students leaving their lowest year of the day, but got to Professor Parker's bureau and I found a greenback on the door. Professor Parker must have got tired of waiting and told me she was expelling me in a note.

As I read the tone, it had a room issue, the elbow room that our class would meet in. I took the short letter off the doorway as I thought it was meant for me and went to the elbow room, worried about why she didn't want me in her office. Was she afraid I would burst 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 assurance figure waiting to pack a bend at me behind the threshold I took a deep breath and opened the door walking through to look the music.

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

I locked the door and walked towards my seat before Professor Parker coughed and motioned for me to draw near her desk. Then I slowly walked up to her, and she rose out of her seat. She wore a long coat that fully hid her body, I figured she must ingest just walked from the administration edifice to here and needed to incubate up due to wind, or just didn't want to render me anything after reading the story. 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 tooshie, she opened the folder, in the folder was a storey I didn't recognize. There was a big red A and a undecomposed job written on it. I noticed my name was in the upper left turning point. I started to read the composition but professor Parker stopped me.

"Tomorrow I'm going to helping hand in this fib as your elder projection for the schoolhouse record."She explained."However it needs a signature to designate it's yours."

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

Except if it was ill-famed, what was an A doing on it. There was serveral notes on the newspaper publisher. I read a few on the first off Sir Frederick Handley Page."I would never say that."“ This is unlikely, but intriguing."“ How dirty."

I swallowed, as she turned the page, on the next page I saw a musical note that changed everything. The billet 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 read any to a greater extent, I turned to look at her, and saw her bright smile looking down at me as she nodded. She pointed down at the report 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 final scuttlebutt almost knocked me out of the chair. She simply had wrote"I came ”.

I looked up to where she was standing following 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 admit this to anyone but I've always wanted individual to use me. To… rule me. I've had many fellow, but they all would do anything I want… I couldn't order them to just use me. That's just not who I am."

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

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

I decided to campaign my lot."I'll call you what I want, Professor."

This time I knew I saw her body jerked meat."Yes sir. It's prison term to introduce myself to you."

Before I could respond, she took a mysterious breathing spell and unbuttoned her pelage and opened it. Her head looked at the floor as I took in her outfit, or deficiency of it. She stood in a bra that barely covered her teat, her large heart threatened to run out over with almost any motion she made, and I was trying to will that bra to rip and let those breasts hang free for me to scrutinise. My optic trailed down over a perfect tense belly button and a shockingly flat tummy. At number one she appeared to be wearing nil but then I realized she was wearing a very lilliputian thong that left aught 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 ramification looking amazing. I looked her all over and realized I was looking at my idea of flawlessness.

My mouth dropped outdoors. Here was my prof 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 take up now.

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

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

"I'm so glad 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 commendation. Her desk had been cleaned off except for a small-scale stereo she kept on it though I had never seen her use it.

"I made this CD just for this."

She pressed play on the stereophony and climbed up onto the desk. A cd played."Now introducing Rebekah !"shouted a male vocalism from the stereophony as if introducing her at a strip clubs, and then suddenly a rock 'n' roll song blared out of the stereo, I tried to recognize it as my prof 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 articulatio coxae and shook her trunk while standing on the desk, I stared up at her even as I took her seat again. She danced around the desk in very provocative direction turning me on. Her script moved over her body as I watched and she kept throwing winks 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 care about the utilization"She smiled at that and hang over facing away from me.

I had seen a striptease once, and I never understood the affectation, but her pose was just pure sex. I could see through her legs as her declamatory breasts hanged, but I could also look up and see her puss through her flip-flop, and what looked like a wet spot starting to shape. Her body screamed to be touched, but I held myself back. She shook her body and then grabbed her ass and spread it a little.

I didn't say anything. My gorgeous instructor was dancing in her bra and panties, showing off her relocation 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 nominal head of me and brought her tit to my eye story and motioned for me to strike forward.

I sat up and leaned forward and she took my head and pressed her titty around it, even with her bra still on they felt heavenly. The indulgent warm fleshed rubbed my nerve. She then raised a finger as she let my school principal go, and I waited. She reached behind her back for a mo. It was like the seas parting. Her breasts dropped out and reached for me. The small distance between us disappeared and her knocker surrounded me. I pressed my look back in between those perfect orbs. Now with nothing holding them back they bounced and massage my face, and I kissed her between them. I moved my facial expression back and forth feeling those breasts on my face.

I knew couldn't call this adult female my professor any More, this was the hot young woman Rebekah Bird Parker, a woman I was about to get to know far honorable than I should.

As I rubbed her tit with my font, 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 up down my ventilation and take in the amazing sight before me."They are wild, far advantageously than I could ever imagine, and I imagined them often."

Rebekah smiled at me and raised up in a fashion that made her white meat bounciness. Hot for instructor stopped and the next song began. I instantly knew it, Cherry Pie. Not that I listened to the song, all I could concentrate on was those declamatory bosom and the way her workforce rubbed them.

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

She then turned around and teased me by turning her consistence and giving me a peep of her chest until I finally spoke up."Turn 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 custody were on her as I sprang out of my chairwoman. I grabbed her thong and rather than slither them off I pulled hard ripping them in two."You're not going to require those again."This evoked a groan from her which repulse me on."Now get down on this desk it's time I get to taste you."

I saw her shiver as she lowered herself and slide her infantry to both sides 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 breasts, holding them up.

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

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

"Hold those up, it's time for me to see how sensitive your teat are."I commanded

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

I smiled as my sass seeked out her rectify breast and started to suckle at her breast. I cupped her bosom, and she brought her hand down to reach my body. She traced a finger's breadth down towards my crotch.

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

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

I moved my mouth to her other tit and suckled again. I knew I had the prize only inches from my cock, and the way Rebecca's mitt 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 enjoy 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 sass from being made to wait. I enjoyed seeing that and realized she really did get off on my write up. I bit her bosom and watched as she threw her head back.

I continued to wreak with her breasts, watching her moan, whimper and beg as I teased and enjoyed her large breasts. Watching them in category had me athirst, now I was feasting on her, and causing her desire to build up. Finally after teasing her for so yearn I knew I couldn't wait, and I stood up, bringing my cock to her consistence and I felt it brush against her hot wet possible action.

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

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

"I can enjoin but who's in tutelage here ?"

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

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

She looked at me, her face looking like a woman possessed, her sassing puckered in an almost unvarying groan and her heart begged me silently. However what was most obvious was her pussy. It pulsed almost in meter with her trice, it was the neediest part of her and tried to rive 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 slide my cock giving her exactly what her organic structure was calling for. Her whole body shivered as her weapon system reached out for me and get out me into her. I grabbed her by the waistline as I pressed forward. I realized suddenly I could finger all of her torso around my cock, the moisture from her desire provided more lubrication than I could have asked for.

Her pussy quivered around me I could find it squeezing me. Her centre rolled up into her nous and her hired hand gripped me tightly. I continued to press my shaft into her and out of her enjoying the feeling. Finally she relaxed and her center 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 hairsbreadth."Rebecca, I won't restrict your torso 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 shoulders and weightlift my body on top of her. Her legs curled around my trunk and contract me as her heels rested on my ass. I thrust into her as far as my turncock could contact. I held her tightly with my custody. I realized I had never been this jumpy with any of the little girl I slept with. This wasn't"dear ”, the way I was pressing into her was using her for my satisfaction. Her body was mine to use.

I felt myself moaning out, and she was watching me, letting me use her. Her body was receptive to me as I needed, and I thought about every naughty thing I had written in the story. The idea of doing each of them to my professor 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 deeply as I could. I stared down at her as I came down from the belief. Rebecca looked up at me unsure as if what would pass side by side. I took her face in my hands and kissed her lips and moaned into her mouth.

"That was very good for a outset fourth dimension, pet. But I think my dick needs to be cleaned and refreshed for the next event."

I allowed my body to descend back into her chairperson. Her organic structure raised up from the desk and then go down to the floor before me before I could do anything else she engulfed my shrinking cock and licked it clean while looking up at me with those lovely eyes.

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

My peter showed mark of liveliness again, growing again to it's total length. Rebecca's head slid off of my cock and she smiled up at me.

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

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

I laughed as she knelt down, still in her heels but looked down at my feet 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 bosomy creature was now all mine to enjoy as I'd like. I admired her realizing that I finally found a perfect woman. One who's craving was serving and pleasuring her man. As her new and maiden captain I was going to shit use of every military service she was offering and fabricate some new ones .