Mrs. Anderson stood up from behind her desk and walked around the classroom. It was a Monday morning in the last semester of school. When she passed my desk, she leaned in and whispered in my ear.
“I’m gonna slap your tits!”
“WHAT?” I blurted out. I couldn’t believe my own ears. My face went red.
Mrs. Anderson looked straight at me. “I said: Remember that you have to snap some pics! For your assignment! What did you think I said?”
All my classmates looked at me, nervously awaiting my response.
“Oh… nothing… I… I thought… nothing…” I stuttered.
Mrs. Anderson smiled and sat back down at her desk as we continued reading.
Half an hour later, class ended, and all my fellow students stood up, packed their bags, and started leaving the classroom.
“Tina!” Mrs Anderson said in a firm voice. “Please stay. I need to speak with you for a minute.”
When all the students had left the room, Mrs. Anderson closed the door with a bang. “What did you really think I said to you earlier, Tina?”
As I didn’t want to make my teacher angry, I hesitated to tell the truth.
Mrs. Anderson was a formidable woman. At 6 feet, she was as tall and often taller than most of the male teachers. You could tell she used to be a professional athlete. She was still really muscular with strong legs and arms, and a butt you could bounce coins off of. No wonder she usually wore tight skirts, even at the age of 43. With a physique like that, I think anyone would like to show it off!
As she towered over me, I could smell her perfume. It smelled freshly of citrus and roses. She put her hand on my arm and smiled down at me. She squeezed my shoulder, smiled, tilted her head, and asked again. “What did you think I said, Tina? It’s okay, you can tell me.”
“No, Mrs. Anderson. Sorry. I misheard. It happens sometimes. It was nothing!”
She stroked my cheek softly with her finger. “Nothing? I don’t think it was nothing, Tina. Go on and tell me. I promise I won’t get mad.”
My mind was racing, and my cheeks were getting warmer. Mrs Anderson was standing so close that I could feel the warmth of her body. I decided to tell half of the truth.
“I thought you said you were going to… slap me! Sorry!”
Mrs. Anderson smiled. “Oh, my sweet Tina. Slap you? Why would I slap someone like you? And where would I slap you?”
I looked up at her. “I don’t know… It sounded like you said… that you wanted to slap my tits?”
The tall, strong woman smirked as she looked deep into my eyes.
Without warning, she slapped my right tit. Her manicured hand hit me straight on the nipple! It stung like hell!
“Like that, Tina? Is that what you thought I said I’d do?”
I was still in shock when she slapped my tit again. It hurt, but it was also kind of… nice?
“Oh fuck!” I yelled. “Mrs. Anderson!!!”
She slapped my tit a third time, even harder than the first two hits.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom opened. It was Jackie. She had forgotten her backpack. “Oh, sorry,” she said. “Am I interrupting?”
“Absolutely not, Jackie. We’re just talking about Tina’s grades.”
As Mrs. Anderson and Jackie were chatting, I looked down at my tits. My nipples were poking hard against the fabric of my white shirt, and I could feel my pulse in my right tit. I was thinking to myself, “Did I actually enjoy that? What’s wrong with me?”
Jackie left the classroom, and Mrs. Anderson put her finger up against my lips. “Not a word from you about this to anyone, okay?”
I nodded.
“Because I’m not done with you, young lady!”
Mrs Anderson pushed her finger slowly into my mouth. Further and further in, searching for my gag reflex. She didn’t know that I never gag, so she pushed a second finger into my mouth, fingering my throat, trying to make me gag. I felt my nipples grow even harder as she fucked my mouth with her fingers.
She pulled her wet fingers from my mouth while she kept eye contact.
“Off you go, Tina. Go to your next class.”
On my way out the door, I looked back. Mrs. Anderson stood there, looking at my red face while she sucked my saliva off her fingers.
I was confused. Her words rang in my head. “I’m not done with you…” What did she mean by that?
The rest of the day ran without incident. Mrs. Anderson was nowhere to be seen, but I felt the impact of her slaps for hours.
The next morning, I found a note in my locker. It said: “My office, ten minutes before class. Mrs. A.”
I was already a bit late, but I hurried to Mrs. Anderson’s office. I arrived eight minutes before class. Short of breath, I opened the door to her office.
“Lock the door!” she said with a stern voice. “We are late, aren’t we?”
Before I could answer, she slapped my right nipple. Instead of responding with shock or words of any kind, I only let out a big moan. It felt so fucking good. She slapped it again. My skin burned!
“Don’t ever be late again, okay?”
I nodded.
She reached out and squeezed my tit hard. Almost as if she tried to milk it. I could feel the blood rush to my nipple as her grip got tighter and tighter. “Your tits belong to me now. Understand?”
I nodded again as I could feel my pussy getting moist.
“Tomorrow you will come to my office fifteen minutes before your first class. You will wear red lipstick and your tightest shirt. Okay? Fifteen minutes!”
Once again, I nodded.
She loosened her grip, straightened my shirt, and smiled. “Off you go. Class awaits.”
My heart was racing. What the fuck was happening? And why the hell did I like it so much? I rushed to the bathroom to wipe the juices from my pussy, making sure I didn’t make a wet stain on my chair during class.
The rest of the day went by in a haze. All I could think of was my gorgeous Amazon of a teacher treating me like something of a sex toy. It was bizarre, pretty depraved, and incredibly hot.
As I was lying in bed that night, I played with my nipples and masturbated and fantasized about what might come the next morning. I orgasmed so hard that my whole body convulsed.
The next morning, I made sure to arrive at school really early. I put my tightest white shirt on and applied red lipstick, just like Mrs Anderson had told me to.
I knocked on her door. “Come in!” she said with a stern voice. I walked into her office. The air was thick with her lovely perfume. She wore a tight black pencil skirt, a white shirt that accentuated her large fake boobs, and a pair of heels that must have cost a fortune. With those heels on, she was probably six-foot-three. One foot and three inches taller than me! As I admired her strong arms, muscular legs, and large boobs, she barked at me: “Hey! Take your bra off!”
She took me by surprise.
“What?” I stuttered.
“Take your bra off! You will not wear a bra today. Those eighteen-year-old tits of yours will swing freely under your shirt today.”
“Oh, okay, Mrs. Anderson.”
I started to unbutton my tight shirt as she walked up to me from behind. She squatted behind me and started to slide her hands up my legs.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Stand still and take your bra off!”
“Yes, Mrs. Anderson.” My fingers nervously continued to unbutton my shirt.
Her strong hands worked their way up my legs, and I could feel her nails scraping against my hips as she gripped my panties and started pulling them down.
“You won’t be needing these today either.”
I finally managed to unbuckle my bra, letting my large, round, and firm tits hang free. Mrs Anderson stood up, still standing behind me. She reached around my narrow shoulders and pinched my nipples really hard.
“These are mine,” she whispered. “Now turn around!”
I did as I was told, showing my teacher my young, larger-than-average tits.
“You know what comes next,” she said.
As I nodded, she slapped my right tit. My nipple went hard in a microsecond. Then she slapped my left tit. And then my right again. She alternated between them, slapping harder and harder. Suddenly, she stopped. My nipples were hot, hard, and pulsating.
“Seven minutes until class, Tina. Put your shirt back on. I’ll keep your bra and panties. Same time and place tomorrow.”
I started buttoning my shirt under the watchful eye of my teacher. As I was finishing the last button, I felt her hand against my soaking wet pussy. She wiped the moisture off my pussy lips and held her sticky hand up in front of my face. She smiled a naughty smile and smelled her hand.
“I love the smell of young pussy in the morning,” she said triumphantly as she shoved her wet fingers deep into my mouth.
“Lick my fingers clean, Tina.”
I felt the taste of my dirty, dripping pussy on her strong fingers as she forced them deep down my throat.
“See you tomorrow!”
I adjusted my skirt and started stumbling out of her office, trying to cover my stiff nipples that were trying to poke through the fabric of my tight shirt.
“Stop!” she shouted at me as I exited her office.
“No covering up! Walk straight! Let people see your… assets!”
I did as I was told and straightened up and walked to class with my back straight and my chest out. I felt so empowered and so, so, so horny. My pussy was dripping wet through the rest of the day. At lunch, I could feel my pussy juices starting to run down the inside of my thigh. I reached down and wiped it with my hand. Not knowing what to do with my wet fingers, I turned away and tried to secretly lick them clean. As I started licking, I noticed my English teacher, Mr. Johnson, watching me. He walked up to me. “Are you okay, Tina? Why are your cheeks so red? Why are you licking your fingers like that? Are you doing drugs or something?”
“Drugs? No, no, no, Mr. Johnson. No! Absolutely not!”
He grabbed my wrist and whispered, “Show me your hand, Tina!” He took my wet hand and looked at it for a few seconds. He then looked me in the eye and brought my hand up to his nose. As he started smelling it, his eyes widened, and a smile spread across his face. “I see, Tina. I see… that is my favourite smell in the whole world.”
I smiled back at him. “Really, Mr. Johnson? That’s good to know.”
I looked around me, making sure no one else was watching as I put my hand under my skirt, collecting more of my pussy juice in my hand. I grabbed Mr. Johnson’s rugged hand, rubbing my teen juices all over it. I leaned in and whispered, “Go back to your office and enjoy that, Sir.”
I could see a bulge forming in his jeans as he turned around and hurried back to his office.
The rest of the day, I could smell my pussy every time my hand was anywhere near my face. Every bite of my apple came with a whiff of pussy, and every time I applied lipstick, I licked the tip of my finger.
The hours came and went, and once again I masturbated myself to sleep, fantasizing about what Mrs. Anderson had in store for me tomorrow.
I woke up the next day to a text message from an unknown number.
“Good morning, Tina. It is Thursday. I always go for a long morning run every Thursday, and after that, I shower at work. You will therefore show up in my office an hour before class today. Just after my run, but before my shower. No bra or panties. Mrs. A.”
An hour before class? That’s in half an hour! I skipped shower and breakfast and jumped into a white shirt, a white mini skirt and white sneakers and hurried to school. I didn’t want to be late and disappoint Mrs. Anderson. I made it just in time. And as I stumbled into her office, I looked straight into her spandex-covered ass. She was stretching on the floor after her run.
“Lock the door!” she shouted. I locked the door and asked her, “Was it a good run?” She mumbled, “Mmmhhmmm, it was.”
As she stretched, I admired her muscular ass and thighs. She was so hot, even though she is much older than me.
“Undress!” she commanded.
I did as I was told and took my clothes off.
She got up from the floor and turned towards me. Sweat was running down her face and further down to her sweat-soaked top. She smiled as she looked at my tits. “Nipples hard already? Good!”
She reached out and pinched my nipples. She started pulling at them. “Stand still!” she yelled. “I think they need some stretching. No matter how hard I pull, you shall stand still. Okay?”
I nodded.
Her strong fingers squeezed, twisted, and pulled my nipples harder and harder towards her. I struggled to keep my balance because she was pulling so hard.
“Do you like that, Tina?”
I moaned. It felt so fucking good. “Pull harder!” I whispered. “Harder!”
Mrs. Anderson whispered back, “Oh, Tina… you are special.”
She suddenly let go of my nipples. They were red and swollen, and I could feel my pussy getting wet again.
Mrs. Anderson circled me. I could smell the mix of perfume and sweat on her skin as she moved around me.
She took her hand between her large, fake tits and wiped sweat from her cleavage. She wiped the sweat over my half-open mouth. She slipped two fingers into my mouth, letting me taste the salty moisture from her cleavage.
“Do you like that, Tina? Do you enjoy the taste of my sweat?”
I nodded.
“Good!” she said. “Because you are going to taste much more of it. But first…”
All of a sudden, she slapped my tits again. The sweat on her hand made it sting even more than usual.
After about twenty slaps, she took her top off, exposing her firm tits. “Lick them clean, Tina. Lick all the sweat off!” She grabbed my ponytail and pushed my face into her cleavage. “Fucking lick them clean!”
I did as I was told. I licked off every drop of sweat that I found. When my tongue hit her stiff nipple, I could hear her moan slightly, but instead of sucking or biting it, I continued licking her nipple.
“Good girl,” she whispered. Suddenly, she pulled my face away from her. She was still holding my ponytail in a tight grip, and started inspecting my hair. She smelled it and said, “You haven’t showered today, have you?”
I looked up at her stern face and shook my head. “I didn’t have time to shower. Sorry.”
Without letting go of my ponytail, she used her other hand to touch my pussy. It was soaking wet. She swiped her hand across my dripping pussy lips and brought it up to her face. She smelled her wet fingers. “You didn’t even wash your pussy? Naughty, naughty girl.”
She paused, contemplating what to do to me and what to do with her smelly hand. Then she smiled.
“Pull my shorts and panties off! Now!”
As I pulled her panties off, I got to see the firmest and most muscular ass I had ever seen. It was perfect. I think I even let out a moan as her ass was unveiled in front of my eyes.
After I got to admire her ass for a few seconds, her hand with my dirty and unwashed pussy juices on it slid into her ass crack. She was wiping my smells in between her own sweaty ass cheeks. Mrs. Anderson turned to me, slapped my tits a few times, and hissed into my ear, “Clean my dirty ass, Tina. With your tongue. You will soon notice I haven’t showered today either…”
And just when I thought I was about to get my head shoved in between her sweaty, muscular glutes, she leaned in and gave me the best kiss of my life. Her tongue tasted like cherry as it forced its way into my eager mouth. We kissed for a minute while she was pulling and pinching my sore nipples.
“Now lie down on your back!” she suddenly commanded me.
I got down on the cold floor. “Tongue out!” she yelled as she lowered her ass down on my mouth. Her muscular, filthy ass covered my face, and my nostrils filled up with the smell of her sweaty, unwashed ass and my own day-old pussy juices. She started grinding her ass against my mouth and my face.
I struggled to get enough air, but every now and then she gave me a second to catch my breath. But never more than a second.
The taste was pungent, strong and dirty, but it turned me on beyond belief. I could hear Mrs. Anderson moaning as she was grinding her smelly, tasty ass even harder down on my face. My whole face was wet with sweat, spit and other juices. Every time my tongue touched her asshole, I noticed that she slowed down, letting my tongue play with her slightly gaping hole a little extra.
As I tried to push my tongue into Mrs. Anderson’s asshole, I felt her strong hand on my pussy again. It was collecting my pussy juices.
Suddenly, she stood up, leaving me gasping for air.
“Look at you!” Mrs. Anderson said, standing over me. “I think you need some more of this!” She was holding up the hand that touched my pussy a few seconds ago. It was glistening with my sticky teen juices. She squatted over my chest, giving me a full view of her thick, protruding clit. Slowly, she slid four fingers into my mouth. “Taste that, Tina. It tastes better with a little ass sweat mixed in, doesn’t it?”
Before I got to answer, she pulled her hand out and wiped it all over my face.
“Almost time for class, Tina! You are going to get dressed while you watch me play with this!” She pointed to her huge clit and grinned.
I stood up and started putting my shirt on. Mrs. Anderson sat in her chair with her legs over the armrests, exposing her pussy.
“Look at it while you get dressed!” she commanded. As I tried to button my shirt, I watched my gorgeous teacher play with the largest clit I had ever seen. It was over an inch long, and she was rubbing, pinching, and flicking it in my direction.
“Five minutes until class, Tina! Wash your face and fix your hair! And then I’ll give you instructions for what’s next!”
I hurried and washed my face in the sink in Mrs. Anderson’s office and fixed my ponytail. I could still smell her sweaty ass, but I didn’t mind. Not at all, actually. It only made me hornier.
“Okay, Mrs. Anderson. I’m ready!”
She was still sitting in her chair with her legs spread wide. “Come over here,” she said.
“Give me your hand!” I put my hand in hers. It was inches away from her sweaty, wet pussy. “Two fingers,” she whispered.
I knew exactly what she meant. I pointed two fingers towards her pussy. She looked me in the eyes and said, “Tomorrow you will be here at 7 a.m.” I nodded as she pushed my two fingers deep into her wet pussy. “You will make sure that your pussy is fully shaven. You shall bring your highest heels and some handcuffs. Okay?” I nodded while she pulled my fingers out of her pussy and shoved them deep into her gorgeous ass. “And I want you to start the day by stretching your nipples for at least half an hour. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, Mrs. Anderson,” I whispered. She pulled my fingers out of her ass and looked me in the eyes again. “Suck them clean on your way to class, Tina. See you tomorrow.”
I started sucking my fingers clean, grabbed my backpack, and left her office. The smell of her ass and my smelly pussy was still all over my face, in my mouth, and up my nose.
I was beyond horny, my pussy was dripping, and my hair was a mess. But all I could think about was “What the fuck has she prepared for me tomorrow?”
On my way home from school, I bought handcuffs from the local sex shop. I even bought nipple clamps, a buttplug, and a huge double dildo.
I jumped straight into the shower when I got home and fucked myself with my new dildo and masturbated violently while reliving all of the morning’s events. I could not stop thinking about Mrs. Anderson. She was driving me insane with lust!
My alarm went off at 5.30 a.m. the next morning. I cleaned myself, shaved my pussy, and started stretching my nipples, like Mrs. Anderson had told me to. I placed a nipple clamp on both of my nipples and fastened them with a rope to the doorknob in my bedroom. I leaned back, making sure my tits were stretched as much as possible. I closed my eyes, thinking of Mrs. Anderson’s muscular ass, hard tits, massive clit, and cheeky smile. It was tempting to touch my pussy while I stretched my nipples, but I contained myself, saving myself for my hot teacher.
As I walked to school, I could feel the breeze on my wet, shaven pussy. My inner thighs were already wet and glistening from my pussy drippings, and my nipples were harder and stiffer than ever.
I arrived at school on time. Right before I knocked on her office door, I put my high heels on. I pinched my nipples to make sure they were as Mrs. Anderson likes them, and hiked my skirt up just a little bit extra.
“Come in!” she yelled.
I opened the door and stepped in. As I was locking the door, I felt two strong hands on my tits, ripping my shirt off in a rough, swift movement. Mrs. Anderson pushed me up against the door with a hand on my throat. “Open your mouth!” she hissed.
I was so caught off guard that I didn’t have time to think. So I opened my mouth. Mrs. Anderson pushed her mouth against mine, French kissing me intensely, without removing the hand on my throat.
“It’s time for your test, Tina,” she whispered in between kisses.
She grabbed my ponytail and started licking my face. “Keep your mouth open!” she told me. She licked my neck, my lips, my ears, my cheeks, and my mouth again. She had the horniest look I have ever seen in anyone’s eyes.
Suddenly, she spat in my mouth. “Swallow it! Swallow it for me!” She spat again. And I swallowed. Then she spat all over my face before she licked it up. “Do you like that, sweetie? Huh? Does it make you horny?”
I nodded. Not because she expected me to nod. I nodded because I was turned on beyond belief!
“Undress!” she yelled while slapping my left tit. “But keep the heels on!” I removed the remains of my ripped shirt and lowered my tiny skirt, exposing my wet, newly shaven pussy.
“Oh, look at that,” Mrs. Anderson purred. “I guess I have to undress too,” she said.
“100 percent!” I whispered back.
Mrs. Anderson started by taking her skirt off. I could see her clit pushing against the fabric of her sheer thong.
As she took off her shirt, I couldn’t help but say “Wow!” to myself.
“You will make me cum today, Tina. And if you’re a good girl, I will return the favour. Does that sound like a good plan?”
I bit my lower lip, nodding in agreement.
“To get me going, I need to feel those young tits of yours!” She gestured to me to come closer. “They are so full, so firm, so…mine.”
She grabbed my tits firmly, squeezing them hard. “I think they deserve to be tied up.”
Mrs. Anderson brought out a long rope while looking me in the eyes. “Don’t worry. I’m good at this,” she whispered. She grabbed my left tit and started tying the rope around the base of it, making the skin tighten and turn slightly redder. She repeated the procedure on my right tit, making my fleshy boobies stand almost straight out from my body. “Oh, babe…” she moaned. “That looks so good!”
I could feel my nipples pulsating as I saw the lust in Mrs. Anderson’s eyes. “How does it feel?” she asked me.
“I love it! But it would feel better if you touched them.” She smiled at me.
“Like this?” she mumbled.
Mrs. Anderson started sucking my left nipple while carefully pinching my right one. It felt fucking amazing!
She was sucking harder and harder. It hurt, but in a nice and super hot way.
She stopped sucking my nipples and slapped my tied tits. “How about that? Is that nice? Do you like that? I’ll stop if you ask me to!” she said in a voice filled with lust.
“Harder!” I told her! “Slap them harder!”
Mrs. Anderson grinned. “Count to ten! I’ll slap them both ten times, and then I will let them rest!”
“One…” slap!
“Two…” slap!
“Three…” slap!
…..
“Ten!” SLAP!
My tits were pulsating and stinging from the delicious abuse. I was so horny that a small puddle of pussy juice had formed on the floor. Mrs. Anderson got down on all fours and licked the floor. When she stood up, she carefully untied my tits while she French kissed me. The taste of my own juices made me even more horny.
My tits were red and my nipples swollen. Mrs. Anderson started massaging them with her strong hands as she pushed her body harder against mine.
“I think I will be ready soon. Are you ready to please me, Tina? Touch my pussy! Is it wet yet?”
I moved my hand towards her shaved pussy. Her rock-hard clit brushed against my fingers as I found my way to her slit. Mrs. Anderson moaned as my fingers touched her wet pussy lips.
“You are ready, Mrs. Anderson.”
She grabbed me by the ponytail and pulled me over to her desk. She opened a drawer and gave me a tiny rubber band. “Take this!” she told me. “And place it around the root of my clit. Like a cock ring!” As she lay down on her back on her mahogany desk, she spread her legs, exposing her asshole, her soaking wet pussy, and a rock-hard clit that was almost the size of my thumb!
I leaned in between her legs, feeling the smell of her ass and pussy coming against me in delicious hot waves.
I spread her pussy lips, making sure her clit was as accessible as possible. I placed the rubber band around her poking clit, and Mrs. Anderson moaned so loud I worried people outside her office might hear us.
She grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them for me.
“Oh, fuck, Tina! Fuck! That’s so good! Now suck my ass! Don’t lick it! Suck it! Suck the rim of my asshole! Lick the goddamn hole!”
The sight of my teacher like this drove me crazy. I pushed my lips hard against her asshole and start edsucking it. She pushed against my mouth, grinding and moaning. Her ass gaped slightly as I sucked the rim, allowing me to push my tongue into her. As I was sucking her tight, delicious ass, my eyes were focused on her clit. It throbbed! And it was actually growing even bigger!
“Fingers!!!” Mrs. Anderson yelled. “Fingers!!!”
I slid two fingers up her wet asshole, hoping that that was what she meant by “Fingers!!!”.
I was right!
Mrs. Anderson started swearing and moaning as she pushed her ass against my tiny hand.
I tried sliding a third finger into her ass. Mrs. Anderson grabbed the edges of her desk as she tried to muffle a horny scream.
I could feel her asshole stretching around my fingers as she yelled, out of breath: “Four fingers! Suck clit!”
I shoved a fourth finger up her willing ass and placed my lips around her throbbing clit. I have never sucked a clit this huge before, but it was like sucking a small cock! She started fucking my mouth with her almost two-inch-long clit as my fingers were plunging in and out of her asshole.
Suddenly, she stopped. Her asshole tightened around my fingers. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed her clit deeper into my mouth. All of a sudden, she let out a primordial grunt, and her clit started pounding my mouth violently. Within seconds, she started cumming. And Mrs. Anderson was a squirter! She filled my mouth and covered my face in squirt as her clit was banging my mouth.
She let go of my head and threw herself back, trying to catch her breath.
“Kiss me!” she yelled. “Kiss me!”
I crawled onto her desk and lay on top of her. I pinched her nipples and kissed her deeply as I spat some of her squirt into her mouth.
We made out for at least five minutes. Every now and then, we sucked my fingers clean before we continued kissing. It was really nice. Almost romantic.
“Now it’s your turn, Tina.”
The tall, strong woman lifted me up and lowered me down on her desk. “Are you ready?” she asked.
“Yes, Mrs. Anderson. I am ready.”
“Do you trust me?” she asked.
“100 percent!” I confirmed.
She grabbed my throat and slapped my tits again. I moaned loudly. “Good girl!” she smiled.
Mrs Anderson opened my bag and found the handcuffs. “Give me your hands, sweetie,” she whispered.
I did as she asked me to. She slipped the handcuffs on me and fastened them to a pipe on the wall. My hands were cuffed over my head to a pipe, and I was exposed, fully naked on my teacher’s desk, only wearing my high heels. It might sound bizarre, but it felt extremely natural.
“Not too tight?” she asked.
“They’re perfect,” I answered.
Mrs. Anderson rummaged through the drawer of her desk once more, fishing out something made of metal.
“I think these clamps will suit you perfectly!” she said as she placed a tight metal clamp on my right nipple. A jolt of lust ran through my body. Suddenly, I felt the same sensation on my left nipple.
“And then there is this one!” Mrs. Anderson said triumphantly as she placed a clamp on my clit as well. My ears started ringing, and I immediately started orgasming. As I was cumming, she leaned in and placed her nipple in my mouth. As if to soothe me. I sucked so hard on her nipple that Mrs. Anderson screamed out loud.
When the orgasm was over, she looked at me and said, “First of all: That is how hard I want you to suck my tits every time! And second of all, you are not leaving his office until you have had five orgasms. Understood?”
“Understood!” I whelped.
The clamps were still on, and I was still handcuffed to the wall, so I couldn’t move too much.
Mrs. Anderson positioned herself between my legs and commanded, “Spread and lift your legs!”
I lifted them and spread them as wide as I possibly could, exposing my newly shaved pussy to my gorgeous teacher.
Mrs. Anderson immediately and swiftly slid three fingers right up my slippery pussy, making them nice and wet. In a quick movement, she moved her lubed fingers from my pussy straight to my asshole. Immediately, they went deep into my ass. Hardly any resistance at all. It turns out that my nickname, The Anal Princess, is pretty accurate after all!
“Oh fuck!” We moaned in unison as she started fingerfucking my ass. After only a few thrusts, I started cumming again. I was nowhere near controlling my urges. Mrs. Anderson slid a fourth finger up my ass as I started screaming, “I’m cumming!”
She pounded my ass harder and harder as I came. Sweat was running down my body, and just as the orgasm ended, Mrs. Anderson yanked the chain that was connected to my nipple clamps, and I started cumming for a third time!
I thought I was about to faint, but I just kept on cumming. When I stopped convulsing, Mrs. Anderson released the clamp on my clit and started sucking it. Her fingers were still pounding my wet asshole as she sucked my clit and licked my shaved pussy.
Suddenly, I came for a fourth time! I was getting dizzy. My hands were cuffed, and her fingers were in my ass, and I felt my pussy starting to squirt all over Mrs. Anderson’s face.
And then everything went black.
I passed out.
“Sweetie…wake up….wake up…” Mrs. Anderson’s sweet voice whispered in my ear. “You passed out from the orgasms, sweetie. Are you okay?”
“If I’m okay? I’m over the moon! How long was I out?” I whispered.
“Maybe thirty seconds. Nothing serious,” she comforted me as she leaned in and kissed me tenderly.
She grabbed my nipples and twisted them carefully as we kissed for a while.
“One more,” I said.
“One more?” she answered.
“Yes. One more orgasm! You promised me five! One more left!”
A wicked smile spread across her face. “As you please, Tina.”
She loosened the handcuffs from the pipe. “Hands behind your back!” she barked as she slapped my ass.
I put my hands behind my back, and she tightened the cuffs really tight.
“Squat!” she commanded me.
I did my best, squatting, stark naked in my high heels, with my hands cuffed on my back.
“Open your mouth!” she barked again.
I opened my mouth, and Mrs. Anderson proceeded to push her hard, two-inch clit into my mouth. “Suck it until I squirt again!”
As her massive clit entered my mouth, she grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face hard against her sweaty crotch.
“Harder!!!” she yelled. “Harder! Suck harder!”
She was fucking my mouth so hard I could feel my lips swell slightly. Just like when I get to suck a guy’s cock properly.
Suddenly, I was showered in her squirt again. Her fluids washed over my swollen lips and red tits.
“FUUUCK!” she screamed.
Squirt was gushing all over my body, down my legs, and into my high heels.
When her orgasm stopped, she squatted right in front of me and started kissing me again. I could feel my pussy getting ready for my final orgasm.
Her kisses are so hot and sensual, and her body is the hottest I have ever seen, but the thing that turns me on the most is her mind! She is batshit crazy, caring, sensual, wicked, and horny. And she knows exactly how to push my buttons.
As we were squatting in front of each other, looking into each other’s eyes, I felt three of her strong fingers sliding into my pussy, grabbing it tight, and hitting my G-spot in the process.
The slurping noises from my pussy got even louder as this strong, beautiful woman lifted me up with three fingers in my pussy and one around my neck. Like a move from wrestling!
Her fingers were buried deep into me as she lifted me onto her desk, leaving me face down with my hands cuffed behind my back.
After spitting on my asshole and slapping my ass cheeks, she straightened me up, giving her access to my young, large tits again. She pushed three fingers into my mouth as she started sucking my swollen nipples for several minutes. She sucked them as if her life depended on it.
She let go of my nipple, grabbed my face with one hand, and my throat with the other.
“Are you ready, babe?” she asked.
I nodded.
She pushed my face back down on the desk, leaving my ass in the air.
Mrs. Anderson grabbed the clamps and placed them on my clit again.
I could feel her pushing two fingers into my ass. Then three. When she started pushing a fourth finger into my asshole, I couldn’t hold it together anymore. I lost control completely and came harder than ever before. As I collapsed on her desk, she uncuffed my hands and removed the clamp from my swollen clit.
Mrs. Anderson squeezed my ass, spreading my ass cheeks, and made out with my gaping hole while she rubbed her huge clit.
I heard a muffled groan between my ass cheeks as she orgasmed behind me. She collapsed on the floor in a puddle of sweat, squirt and spit.
I lay down on top of her. My hands caressed her beautiful face. Our tits squeezed together, and her throbbing clit rubbed against my leg.
“Thank you, Mrs. Anderson. Let’s do this again.”
She pushed her lips against mine, our saliva mixing in a sweet pool of desire.
As the kiss ended, she stood up and looked at my spent body.
“See you in my office on Monday, young lady!” she whispered while winking and giving me a final kiss.
