As I walked into my class, I wore a knee-length skirt and a slightly open blouse, my red hair cascading down my shoulders, and my cleavage subtly accentuated. I began to teach and noticed Mark, a student known for his crude remarks, smirking in the back of the class.
As I was looking for my papers on my desk, leaning forward, I was unaware that the class could see down my blouse.
“Omg, miss, lean down more. Your tits might fall out of your top, haha,” Mark shouted from the back of the class as the students laughed.
I stopped my lecture, looked straight at Mark, and said, “Mark, I need to talk to you about your behaviour in class.” My firm yet calm voice caught the attention of the entire class.
Mark smirked again and said, “Aww, are you flirting with me, Miss Sarah?” The room fell silent as everyone awaited my reaction.
I frowned, “Absolutely not, Mark. I am here to teach, not to entertain inappropriate comments. It’s unacceptable and disruptive to the learning environment. I need you to refrain from making such remarks in my class.”
Mark looked surprised and muttered under his breath, “Bitch.”
I heard what he said and would make sure he regretted it. He will see what of a bitch I can be later.
I took a deep breath and continued my lecture, ignoring Mark’s childish behaviour. But I could feel his eyes on me, piercing through my clothes, undressing me. It made me uncomfortable, but I refused to let him win. I had to maintain my dignity and professionalism.
As the class went on, I noticed Mark getting restless. He kept fidgeting in his seat, his gaze fixed on me. I tried to avoid looking at him, but it was hard to ignore his constant distractions.
He threw a ball of paper at Zoe who was sitting in front of him, I stopped and approached her with my hand out.
“Give me,” I said as I took the ball of paper, I opened it up and it was a drawing of a furry. You know that weird shit some people are into.
Finally, the class ended, and as the students packed their bags and left, I called Mark to stay back. He smirked as he approached my desk, thinking he had won. But I had other plans.
“Mark, I want to talk to you about your behaviour in class. Making inappropriate comments or disrespecting me in front of the other students is unacceptable. It disrupts the learning environment and creates an uncomfortable atmosphere for everyone, and oh, my eyes are up here,” I said, looking him straight in the eye.
He just stood there folding his arms. Mark’s smirk faded, and he looked at me, puzzled. “I didn’t mean anything by it, Miss Sarah. I was joking around.”
I raised an eyebrow, “Joking around? Mark, there’s a time and place for jokes, not during my class. You must understand that your behaviour is inappropriate, and I won’t tolerate it. And, it’s Miss Jade to you, so disrespectful as a student calling me by my first name.”
He laughed and then made another crude comment as I looked at him angrily, leaning forward with my hands flat on the desk.
“Nice rack, Miss,” he licked his lips.
I couldn’t believe his audacity. “Mark, that’s enough. Show me some goddamn respect as your teacher.” I tried to keep my voice steady, but I was boiling inside.
He seemed taken aback for a moment, but then he smirked again. “Come on, Miss Jade, don’t be so uptight. I was having a bit of fun.” He stepped closer to me, and I could feel his hot breath on my face.
I leaned back against the desk, eyeing him with a smouldering gaze.
“Fun? Not from where I’m sitting. You’d best leave now, young man, before I set this classroom on fire, only with your ego thoroughly melted. You wouldn’t know what to do with a real woman.”
Mark’s ego was deflated, and I could tell he was not expecting this response. He hesitated for a moment, then let out a sigh and muttered, “Sorry, Miss Jade.” He slowly turned around and walked away, his head down and his steps heavy.
So he’s all talk, is he? I thought to myself. I walked over to the door before he left and locked it.
“What are you doing, Miss?” he looked confused.
I took a step closer to him, my gaze steady and unyielding. “I’m about to show you the difference between talk and action, Mark.” I unbuttoned my shirt.
I slowly let my shirt slide off my shoulders, revealing my lacy bra.
“I think it’s time you learned some manners, Mark,” I said, my voice low and seductive. I took a step closer to him, our bodies almost touching. I could feel his breath quickening, his heart pounding in his chest.
“I… I’m sorry, Miss Jade,” he stuttered, stepping back.
“Surely you’re not shy; I mean, you were talking about my tits in class, making me look stupid. Now you can see them better. Oh, wait,” I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor.
“See, talk is cheap, but actions speak louder than words,” I said as I folded my arms, which pushed my tits up.
As I stood there, half-naked, in front of Mark, I could see the shock and confusion in his eyes. He had no idea how to react, and I saw him struggling to find the right words. I took advantage of his silence and stepped closer to him, our bodies now touching.
“You see, Mark, I’m not just a teacher. I’m a woman with needs and desires just like anyone else. And when you disrespect me in front of my students, it’s not just unprofessional, it’s hurtful. Oh, and as you can see I am real, not like that furry you drew earlier.”
As I stood there, half-naked and vulnerable in front of Mark, a thousand thoughts ran through my head. Part of me couldn’t believe I had let myself go so far. But another part of me revelled in the feeling of taking control and standing up for myself.
Mark just stood there, staring at me with his mouth wide open. His eyes flicked down to my breasts, then up to my face, and then back down again. I could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to make sense of what was happening.
I leaned in closer, my lips almost brushing against his. “I want you to apologize for disrespecting me, and for any future inappropriate comments,” I said, my voice husky and commanding.
Mark seemed to snap out of his daze and nodded hastily. “I’m sorry, Miss Jade. It won’t happen again.” He sounded sincere, and I could tell he was genuinely shocked and overwhelmed by what had happened.
I straightened up and took a step back, picking up my shirt and bra from the floor. “Good,” I said, putting them on the desk. “Let’s remember that respect goes both ways. You disrespect me, I will not hesitate to return the favour.”
Mark looked contrite and ashamed. He apologized again, more genuinely this time. “I am sorry, Miss Jade. It was stupid of me.”
I looked him straight in the eyes, making sure he could see how serious I was. “You are damn right, it was stupid,” I said, a small smirk on my lips. “Let’s get back to the lesson.”
“Erm… Lesson? The lesson is over,” he said confused.
“Oh, so you don’t want an extra private sex education lesson with me then after school?” I said teasing him.
“Yes, yes, I apologize. Please, continue with my private and my own lesson,” he stammered, trying to compose himself.
“Ahh, miss, you don’t mean… erm…” he started to blabber.
I could sense his wavering resolve and decided to test it even more.
“That’s settled then,” I say firmly as I get dressed. “Come to my classroom right after the school is dismissed, and I’ll show you things that would give your tiny little peanut mind something extraordinary to comprehend, fuck boy,” I stated.
I unlocked the door and made my way back to my desk.
“Good, I’m glad we understand each other, Mark,” I said as I walked back to my chair, taking a seat behind the desk. “I’ll see you after school then,” I added with a wink as he left the classroom.
The rest of the day went by without incident, and I was relieved when the final bell rang. I packed up my things and waited for Mark to show up. I had to admit, I was a little nervous about what would happen next. Would he show up? And if he did, what would we do?
Finally, I heard a knock on the door. I took a deep breath and called out, “Come in.” Mark entered the room, looking nervous and unsure. I gestured for him to take a seat in front of my desk.
“So, Mark,” I began, my voice firm and confident. “I hope you’re ready for your private lesson. Might be risky here, come with me if you are up for some real adult fun.”
He followed me and I took him to a store room as I looked up and down the long hallways to make sure we weren’t spotted. I took his hand and took him inside closing the door. I normally never do anything with 18-year-olds as I am normally an older guy lover. But I needed to make an example of him, in my filthy way.
I pushed him up against the wall and kissed him hard, tasting the fear and anticipation on his lips. I could feel his body trembling as I slid my hand up his thigh and squeezed his growing cock through his pants. I pulled back and looked into his eyes, “Is this what you wanted, Mark?”
He nodded, unable to speak, his eyes wide and glassy with desire. I smirked and started to undo his pants, freeing his hard cock from its constraints. I wrapped my hand around it and started to stroke him slowly, teasing him with each movement.
“Tell me, Mark, do you like this?” I asked, my voice husky and seductive.
He nodded again, his breathing quickening as I continued to stroke him. I leaned in and whispered in his ear, “You know, Mark, this is just the beginning. I have so much more to teach you.”
I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his shaft and sucking him deep. He groaned and thrust his hips forward, trying to push himself deeper into my throat. I reached up and grabbed his ass, pulling him closer as I sucked him harder.
I could feel his legs trembling as I worked my magic on his cock. His moans became louder, and I knew he was close. I quickened my pace, using my lips, tongue, and hand to pleasure him. Suddenly, he tensed up and his cock twitched in my mouth. He let out a loud moan as he came, filling my mouth with his warm seed. I swallowed every drop, savouring the taste of his release.
After catching his breath, he looked at me with wide eyes and a sheepish grin. “I… I can’t believe that just happened,” he stammered.
I smirked and said, “That’s the fastest I have made someone cum.”
As I looked up at him, his face flushed, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and satisfaction. I stood up and adjusted my clothes, feeling a sense of power and dominance I hadn’t felt in a long time.
“Well, Mark, that was just a small taste of what I can teach you,” I said, my voice dripping with confidence. “But I think we should leave it at that for now. Get ready for your private lesson number 2 tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Mark stuttered, still reeling from the unexpected encounter. “But I have to go to football practice…”
“I thought football players like to score?” I replied slyly, with a wink. “Sounds like a perfect reason to skip practice to me.”
Mark shifted nervously, his flush deepening. “Yeah, but I don’t know…”
I leaned in close and whispered into his ear, “tomorrows lesson involves my clean-shaven pussy, now what do you think.”
I smirked as I saw his eyes light up at the mention of my pussy. I knew I had him hooked. I took his hand and led him out of the supply closet, I had to make sure no one was around to see us.
“Meet me here again tomorrow, same time. And come prepared,” I said, squeezing his hand before letting go. I turned and walked away, feeling a surge of power and confidence coursing through my veins.
I went home and went to shower, I couldn’t believe what had just happened. My mind was reeling, and my body was buzzing with a mix of excitement and disbelief. I stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading down my body, washing away the sweat and residue from Mark’s cock.
I closed my eyes and leaned against the cold tiles, letting the water wash over me as I replayed the afternoon’s events in my mind.
I felt a rush of excitement as I thought about the control I had held over Mark. It had been a long time since I had felt so powerful, so desired. I ran my hands over my body, feeling the slickness of the soap as I relived every moment of our encounter.
As I soaped up my breasts, I couldn’t help but think about how Mark had stared at them in class. The way his eyes had wandered down my blouse, the way he had licked his lips. It had been disrespectful, but it had also been thrilling. I had never been objectified like that before, and it had awakened something inside me.
I let my hands drift down to my pussy, feeling the softness of my labia as I imagined what Mark would do to me tomorrow. I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine as I thought about him between my legs, his tongue exploring my most intimate parts.
As I stepped out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and walked towards my bedroom. I got dressed in my nightgown and went to make something to eat.
The next day
I woke up, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. Today was the day of Mark’s second private lesson, and I couldn’t wait to see what would happen.
I got dressed in a tight-fitting dress that accentuated my curves and left off my underwear as I put on a pair of heels that made me feel powerful and dominant.
As I walked into class, I could feel the eyes of the students on me. I could sense their curiosity and their anticipation, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I was in control, and they all knew it.
As the students arrived, I noticed Mark’s gaze lingering on me, his eyes dark and hungry.
“Alright class, let’s begin,” I said, my voice steady and confident. I ignored Mark’s presence, focusing on the lesson at hand. But now and then, I would catch his gaze and smirk, letting him know I hadn’t forgotten about our little arrangement.
As the class went on, I could feel the tension building between us. It was like a live wire, crackling and sparking with every glance we exchanged. I could sense Mark’s desire growing stronger, his need to submit to me becoming more and more urgent.
Finally, the bell rang, and the students began to pack up their bags and leave. Mark lingered in his seat, waiting for the last student to leave before approaching my desk.
“You know where to meet me later, now go to your other studies,” I said as I smiled at him.
Later that day I walked to the storage room, my heart pounding in my chest. The hallway was deserted, and I could hear my heels clicking against the tile floor. As I opened the door and stepped inside, I could feel the darkness enveloping me. Mark was already there, standing in the corner, waiting for me.
I closed the door and then walked over to Mark. His eyes were fixed on me, and I could see the hunger and desire in them. I took a step closer to him, and he reached out, taking my hand in his.
“I can’t believe I’m here,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Believe it, Mark,” I replied, my voice husky and seductive. I leaned in and kissed him, my lips meeting his in a fierce, passionate embrace. I could feel his body responding to me, his cock growing harder against my leg.
I pulled back and looked into his eyes, “Are you ready for your next lesson, Mark?”
He nodded, unable to speak, his eyes filled with desire. I reached down and pulled up my dress, exposing my bare legs and pussy. I stepped closer to him, our bodies almost touching.
“This is what real women look like, Mark,” I said, running my hand over my thigh. I could feel the heat emanating from my body, the dampness between my legs.
I guide Mark’s hand to my pussy, letting him feel the wetness, the warmth. He lets out a low moan as he realizes what he’s touching, and I smirk, feeling a surge of satisfaction.
“Touch me, Mark,” I whisper, leaning in to press my lips against his ear. He hesitates for a moment before obeying, his fingers tracing the lines of my labia, exploring every inch of my wet folds. I let out a soft gasp as he entered me, sliding a finger inside me and curling it upwards to brush against my G-spot.
I break away from his ear and look him in the eyes, “This is how you please a woman, Mark. Now, don’t stop.” He nods, his face a mixture of shock, excitement, and determination as he continues to touch me.
I take control, grinding my hips against his hand as he finger-fucks me with a growing confidence. He adds a second finger, stretching me open as he thrusts them into me with increasing speed and intensity.
“Uh… Mmmm,” I moan as is fingers are going rapid speed. He kisses me at the same time I put my tongue in his mouth as he continues to finger me.
He pulls away and says, “Oh fuck Miss, I want to put my dick inside you so badly.”
“Mark,” I said with a husky tone. “If you want my tight cunt around your meat stick, then prove me worthy by making me cum with just your fingers.”
He nods eagerly, redoubling his efforts to please me. His fingers move in a blur, each thrust causing my body to shudder with pleasure. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Oh fucking hell, uh, mmmm you working hard to nail me ain’t you,” I said while moaning as he finger thrusts my cunt so hard.
“Oh, I’m not even trying yet, Sarah,” he replies with a sly smile, “But you’re soaking wet for me, and your moans tell me you’re enjoying it.”
He starts to speed up his movements, making me gasp and squirm against him. His fingers are driving me crazy, and I can feel myself building up to an explosive orgasm.
“Mark, I’m so close, and it is ugh… ugh… its… oh fuck, it’s Miss Jade,” I panted, barely able to speak.
With a final, desperate thrust of his fingers, I feel myself tip over the edge. My whole body shudders as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, leaving me breathless and dizzy.
Mark pulls his fingers out of me, grinning with satisfaction as he watches me recover from my orgasm.
Next thing I know he roughly pulls my leg up to his waist and kisses me again. I then feel the head of his cock at my dripping wet slit.
He thrusts into me with one swift motion, sliding his dick deep inside me.
I let out a moan of pleasure as I felt him inside me. He starts to move, pumping in and out of me with a growing intensity.
“Don’t… uh ah… don’t cum so… uhh fuck, don’t cum so quick this time,” I said as he was screwing me hard against the wall while tightly holding my leg up.
Mark is fucking me harder, his hips slamming into me with brutal force. I can feel the wall digging into my back, but I don’t care. The pain only adds to the pleasure, intensifying every sensation.
As he slammed into me harder, the head of his cock brushed against my G-spot with each thrust, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. My nails dug into his back, marking his flesh with crescents of red. My breath caught in my throat, my moans turning into gasps.
“Oh, Mark,” I groaned, my head falling back against the wall with a thud. I could hear the faint noise of the wetness of my pussy as his dick gliding in and out.
“Miss, Miss, I want to suck your tits while I fuck you, please,” he begged as he moaned not stopping pumping me.
I took the straps of my dress off my shoulders and slid them down. I reached up and unclasped my bra, letting my breasts spill out into his waiting hands. He eagerly cupped them, his thumbs flicking over my nipples, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.
“Yes, Mark, suck them,” I moaned, arching my back to press my breasts closer to his mouth. He eagerly obeyed, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking it hard. I cried out in pleasure, my hips bucking against him as he continued to fuck me.
He switched to the other nipple, biting down gently before soothing it with his tongue. Mark continued to fuck me, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm, slowing down at some points from stopping himself from cumin.
After sucking on my nipples for a while longer, Mark couldn’t hold back any longer and he began to thrust into me with more intensity.
He then pulled out of me, “I want to fuck you doggystyle,” I soon got on all fours. He slipped back inside me, “I… uh… I didn’t know you had it in you… Oh fuck,” I moaned as he drilled my cunt.
I could feel his cock hitting my G-spot with each thrust, and I knew I was close to an orgasm.
After Mark fucks me doggystyle, I feel a tidal wave of pleasure building up inside me. I push my hips back to meet his thrusts, my moans growing louder and more desperate. My ass cheeks slap against him as he forces it inside me with huge thrusts.
“Oh, Mark, I’m so close. Don’t stop,” I beg, my voice trembling with desire.
Mark grunts in response, his hips slamming into me with even more force. I can feel his cock swelling inside me, and I know he’s close too.
A few more slams in my cunt and my pussy clenches and grips him tightly, “OH FUCK,” I scream out as he continues to pound my dirty little pussy. It ached, it was sweaty and it was cumin. My pussy fired out juices as I squirted over his cock and abdomen as he kept on with his pace and didn’t stop.
“I… I am going to cum,” he struggled to get the words out as he kept fucking my drenched hole. His grip on my ass tightens as he fired his cock into me harder. Is whole cock slamming into me with the base of his cock dripping with my juices.
“Unngh, Ah fuck,” he pumped and pounded, I felt the impact of his orgasm as I felt him fill my cunt with his man juice.
After Mark’s intense orgasm, he collapsed onto my back, panting heavily. I could feel his cock still twitching inside me, coated in a mixture of our juices. I slowly stood up, my legs shaky and weak. Mark’s cock fell out of me, his cock glistening with my wetness.
I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. “Did you enjoy that darling,” I said, my voice soft and gentle.
“That was… incredible, Sarah, I mean Miss,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I smiled at him, feeling a sense of pride and power. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Mark,” I said, running my fingers through his hair.
We stood there for a moment, our bodies still entwined, our breaths still mingling. I could feel the tension between us slowly dissipating, replaced by a sense of closeness and intimacy.
“I… I should get going,” Mark said, breaking away from me. He quickly pulled up his pants and adjusted his clothes.
“Yeah, you should,” I said, trying to keep my voice light and casual.
Mark walked over to the door and opened it, but before he left, he turned around and looked at me. “Thank you, Sarah,” he said, his eyes filled with gratitude and respect.
I smiled at him, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “You’re welcome, Mark,” I said, my voice soft and sincere.
Mark left the storage room, and I was left alone, my body still tingling with pleasure and satisfaction. I leaned against the wall, feeling a sense of exhaustion and contentment wash over me.
I took a deep breath and straightened up, sorting out my clothing making myself look like nothing as happened.
I walked out of the storage room, my head held high and my heart filled with pride. I had shown Mark that I was not just a teacher, but a woman with desires and needs, and I was not afraid to assert myself.
