A loud smack shook me from my slumber. I jolted up and gripped the front of my desk as if it were a safety bar on a roller coaster.
"Nice of you to join us Mr. Lawrence. I hope you were at least dreaming about the anatomical structure of the skeleton," a smooth female voice said, mockingly. Laughter erupted around the classroom. I had fallen asleep, again. Anatomy was just so uninteresting to me. As long as my organs worked, I couldn't care less where they are or what they do.
"Sorry Ms. Summers, won't happen again." I muttered after a stifled yawn. She smirked at me, ruler in hand-evidently she had slapped my desk with it-and then turned back around to face the board. "Now that we're all in attendance physically AND mentally, I'd like for you all to open your textbooks to..."
My mind had already wondered again. I tried to recall the dream I had been having just moments earlier. Ms. Summers was in it. My eyes drifted onto her as I fought to remember. Despite being a bitch, she was sexy. Long, jet black hair that stopped midway down her back. She wore a tight dress skirt, emphasizing her big, tight ass. Oh, that glorious ass. The guys and I would go on for hours about all the things they would do to it if only they got the chance.
She turned around and started pointing to various parts of the skeleton model she had near her desk. I subtly shifted my gaze between her and the skeleton, so that she wouldn't catch me staring. Her skin was dark, I vaguely remembered her mentioning being from Brazil or somewhere like that. She wore large, black heels that made her height even greater, and she easily cleared my height without them. She had on a white button up top, with just enough buttons undone at the top that you could see some cleavage from her double D breasts. Her lips were painted cherry red with lipstick, which made her porcelain white teeth all the brighter. She could easily be a super model. Or at least a good pornstar, I thought chuckling to myself.
"Mr. Lawrence, would you like to tell the class what's so funny?" Ms. Summer's icy gaze fell on me.
"Sorry, Ms. Summers, just remembered an old joke." I said, not without slight embarrassment.
-Next Day, after class-
"Oh fuck, my parents are gonna kill me," I groaned out as I hit my head against my locker. "Hey man, you could have done worse. A 55 percent ain't so bad," my friend, Alex, said in a sarcastic manner. "You don't understand," I pleaded, ignoring his asshole-ish demeanor, "I needed to pass this to pass for the quarter. My parents are gonna take my car and probably my phone. I'm so boned." After laughing at my plight for a another good few seconds, Alex stopped and said, "Look man, if you're really that worried, just as Ms. Summers for a retake. Maybe she'll go easy on ya if she sees you put in the effort."
"That's actually not a bad idea, thanks bro," I said, hope kindling inside me. "No problem, that's what I'm here for. Helping your sorry ass. Alright, see ya later dude." Alex hurried off to his next class. I caught a glance atmyself in the locker mirror.
The gel in my blonde, spiked hair was slowly losing its grip. My "ocean mist" blue eyes, as Alex had jokingly said, stared back at me. I was about 5'8, kinda pale and kinda scrawny. Still, I knew I wasn't a bad looking guy. I've had plenty of girls throughout highschool. I was just kinda dumb and bad at school, which some girls didn't care for.
I flashed myself a toothy grin in the mirror before shutting my locker and walking off to class, trying to figure out the right words to tap into Ms. Summer's merciful side.
-After School, same day-
I took a deep breath, and opened the door. The science room was duller than ever, now empty as everyone else had sped off to home or work. I heard a small shuffling of papers to my left, and glanced in the direction. Ms. Summers sat there with her glasses on, grading tests and various homework assignments. I wondered vaguely how many of mine were there. I knew it wasn't a high number.
"Ah, John, good to see you awake," she said cooly, knowing my identity but seemingly not having looked up. "What brings you to my humble classroom?"
"Well Ms. Summers, I was wondering if, uh, I could retake my last test. I really need to pass for this quarter and I know that if I study just a bit harder I can do it," I said, trying my best to keep any hint of groveling out of my voice.
She sighed, put down her papers, and look up at me. "You know my policy, John. No retakes. It wouldn't be fair for me to make an exception for you. Especially when you don't pay any attention in my class," she said, without any sympathy.
"Please," I said, now definitely groveling, "I need to pass. My parents are gonna ground me like coffee if I don't. I'll do anything, retake, extra homework, whatever."
She looked at me with her dark, deep brown eyes. It was a steely gaze, one that makes you freeze up and shudder if it's hostile. She then looked down and took off her glasses and tapped them against the desktop, evidently pondering something.
After what felt like an eternity-but in reality was like 10 seconds-she spoke. "Anything, huh?" She asked, curiously. "Yeah, anything. Whatever I gotta do to keep all my stuff," I said, half-worried, half-joking.
She took some time to ponder again, only this time she looked me up and down, as if selecting a new outfit from a retail store. "Ok," she said, voice not wavering in the slightest,"I'll give you an opportunity for extra credit. But, you must tell no one, I don't want them thinking you have an unfair advantage."
"Oh, thank you so much Ms. Summers, you won't regret it." I said trying to make my gratitude sound as genuine as possible. "Oh, I know I won't... But you might," she added, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. I was about to inquire what she meant, but she kept going.
"Christmas break starts tomorrow so you'll have to come to my place for your assignment. Be there at exactly 5:30, and plan to stay till around 10. I'll make some food so you don't have to worry about that."
"Ok, sounds good. Thanks again!" I added, a wave of relief flooding over me. I turned to leave, but she stopped me with her parting statement.
"Oh, John, be sure to get plenty of sleep tonight. You assignment is going to be quite.... rigorous." I shuddered a bit, images of 1000-word essays flashed through my head. I left the room, wondering-among other things-if I was even allowed to be in a teacher's house. Oh well, I thought, not my problem. All I know is, I'm gonna pass this damn class.
-Following Night, Ms. Summer's House-
I approached the doors anxiously. Ms. Summers lived in a small, single story house about 15 minutes from my own. It was mostly white, but carefully tended flowers littered the area around the porch. It gave the building a very friendly feel, but I couldn't experience it over my own fear. I was gonna have to work hard for this credit, and that's not something I do often. Steeling myself, I took a deep breath, and was about to knock when I noticed a small post-it note on the door. It read:
John,
Assuming you get here on time, I will probably be out. I got called to the school for a teacher meeting. I should be home within the hour. There's some food for you in the microwave. Key is under the mat.
This made me uneasy. It didn't feel right to enter the house without her here. Still, I needed this. I lifted the welcome mat and, as stated in the note, a key was indeed there. I picked it up and faced the door. Again steeling myself, I inserted the key, and unlocked the door.
I entered the house. The living room was cozy; carpeted floor and an electronic fireplace were the 2 immediate things I noticed. There was a flatscreen TV on one wall and a couch facing it against the opposite wall. A doorway was in wall across from me, evidently leading into a kitchen. I kicked off my shoes and cautiously walked to the kitchen, still uneasy about being in my teacher's home without her here.
The kitchen was pretty basic. There was a long countertop, several stools, a fairly new fridge, microwave, etc. My stomach rumbled, reminding me that I hadn't eaten since breakfast. I opened the microwave. There was a plate of mouth watering food. A juicy steak, covered in sauce and,weirdly, as if it had just be warmed up, still warm. Mashed potatoes were on the other side of the plate, smooth and savory smelling. I pulled the plate from the microwave and set it upon the counter. There I noticed another note:
I got some soda for you, I don't care for it but I figured you'd like it. Eat so that we can begin your extra credit when I return.
A glass containing a dark brown substance sat near the note. Again, weirdly, it was still fizzing, as if it has been poured recently. I didn't ponder that long though. I hastily gobbled down my food, temporarily easing my worries. The food was delicious, and I thought to pay Ms. Summers back the cost of meal. I then took a big gulp from the glass. The soda went down smooth, yet had a peculiar taste. I finished the glass and set it aside.
I didn't know what to do with the mess, so I just left it on the counter. I sat there for another 5 minutes, just fidgeting and waiting for Ms. Summers. I became aware of a feeling of light headedness. It's fine, I told myself, just nervousness. But I soon realized I was not fine.
I stood up and braced myself on the counter to keep from falling. The floor began to spin. I knew something was wrong. I stumbled across the room, and into the living room.
Shaking and swaying, I flopped onto the couch. The last thing I remember was the ceiling changing colors, and the sound of heels on kitchen tile.
-1 Hour Later-
"Oh fuck," I groaned, my head pounding. My vision blurred, I laid unmoving for several minutes. When I finally began to see, I got my bearings.
I was in a seemingly small, dark room, walls and floor made of solid concrete, like a basement. A dim light emitted from the ceiling and nowhere else. To my right was a thing like a rotating chalkboard, except it was wooden and not slate. To my left was an end table with some cloth rags and bottle of some oily substance. I tried to sit up, and was immediately restricted. My hands were down at my sides, and evidently tied to something. I pulled with all my strength but only had about 2 inches of leverage. I tried kicking my feet. No dice. They too were tied down around my ankles, legs spread wide. I seemed to be on a rather cold sort of steel table, like a suregeon's table. It was rather painful, the only comfort being a small pillow under my head. I lifted my head and peered down my body.
At this moment I became aware of 2 things. First: I was very naked. The cool air of the room made my penis retract, like a snake in its hole. Second: someone was watching me from across the room. Light played off the unknown person's glasses, giving them away. I waited several seconds before saying.
"Who the fuck are you? What's going on?" I yelled, trying to keep my courage. The only reply was a woman's giggle. I struggled for a few moments before the figure replied.
"Wow, don't even pay attention enough to recognize your teacher?" My eyes grew wide and my mouth dropped and realized who my captor was.
"Ms. Summers?!" I whispered, confused and terrified. "I sure do enjoy watching you struggle. The way your little cock flops around with each twist is amusing." She began to glide out the darkness. Had the situation been different, I would have been starstruck by her appearance.
She wore a skin tight leather body suit, with a zipper running down the front. She had on her usual tall dark heels, peering down on me like a giant. Her lips were blood red, and her eyes burned with lust.
"What the fuck is going on?" I repeated my earlier question. I regretted it almost immediately as a long crack sounded through the room and my thigh lit up in pain.
"You will only speak when spoken to. You will obey my every command. You will only refer to me as Goddess," she stated, as if she were a sergeant ordering around a private. She held a riding crop in one black gloved hand.
I clenched my teeth and asked, "What the hell are you talking about? I thought I was doing extra cr-"
Like a flash, Ms. Summers shoved one of the end table rags in my mouth, cutting me off. I tried to cuss her out, yell, scream for help. It was in vain, only muffled grunts escaped the folds of the cloth.
She smacked me on the thigh again, this time closer to my testicles.
"This is your extra credit. I told you it will be rigorous. Now again, you will not spoke unless spoken too, you will obey my every command, and you will refer to me as Goddess. You will not be leaving here until I am satisfied. I spent good money on those drugs to knock you out and I'm getting my money's worth," she said matter-of-fact." I just stared at her, trying to comprehend what she meant while simultaneously trying not to panic.
"I'll remove your gag, but if you yell again or don't obey my rules, this is going in your mouth next." She held up a ball gag, and my eyes grew wide as I realized her intentions with me.
She bent down and pulled the cloth out of my mouth. I coughed breifly, and then said, "Yes Ms... I mean, yes Goddess," I quickly corrected myself as her grip on the ball gag tightened.
"Good, glad you can listen to something I say. But you still have to be punished for using such coarse language." She set the ball gag on the end table then focused her attention on me again. She trailed her hand down my body, from my nipple to my cock. The cool leather of her glove sent a shudder through my body. She noticed and smirked before grabbing my balls hard.
I grit my teeth and hissed, knowing that saying anything would lead to a worse fate. She held my balls like that for around a minute, eyes never leaving mine. She could sense my pain, and it didn't just turn her on. It drove her insane with pleasure. She broke her composure and licked her lips, but so fast I couldn't tell it had happened.
After an excruciating eternity, she released my poor testicles. I took a deep breath, relieved of that pain.
"Oh my, what have we here?" She asked, coyly. I looked down and noticed to my horror-and her delight-that I was rock hard. Part of me, a part I had no idea exsisted, was enjoying this. And Ms. Summers ate it up.
"You're so pathetic that you can't even contain yourself. Just a touch, even a painful one, gets you hard? Jesus." She laughed. Part of me felt ashamed, part of me was ready to deck her. But I couldn't say or do anything, as the ropes on my limbs and my aching balls reminded me.
"Enough playing. Here's what's going to happen," she said, composure steely and cold once again, "I am going to use your body however I see fit until I am satisfied. Your satisfaction is not my concern. You will earn those bonus points by licking, fucking, saying, and doing whatever I tell you. Understand?"
"Yes... Goddess," I almost whimpered. I had never been so scared in my life. But, strangely, I also started to become excited. Like... like I wanted to please her because she deserved it, not for my sake.
She took off her glasses and set them gently on the end table, like she had done at school countless times. She slowly unzipped the front of her leather suit, as if to work up suspense for a big reveal. She peeled it off with some difficulty, first at her breasts and then again at her ass. She stood naked staring at me for awhile, as if to say, enjoy the view while you can. And I did. Her dark lucious skin under the dim light kept an air of mysterious around her despite being completely exposed. Her pussy was shaven completely, to my slight relief. And if the situation had been any different, I would be thanking God for this moment.
My thoughts were cut short by a powerful weight on my stomach. I felt the wind leave my body as Ms. Summers threw her leg up over my body and mounted my stomach like it was her saddle. She then slid back until her ass was covering my chest.
"Kiss it," she commanded. Still trying to recover my breath, I hesitated for a second, which was obviously a mistake. She slapped my thigh with the crop again. "Now, slave!"
I immediately went to work, my lower body was in a wave of pain. I kissed her left cheek, softly and repeatedly for only a few seconds before she yelled again.
"Not doing good enough, try harder!" She trailed the riding crop along my cock and I picked up the pace in a hurry. I licked, kissed, and sucked each of her cheeks, never stopping to let my head rest. Faster and harder, I worshipped her ass as if it were a matter of life or death. It went on like this for several minutes, with Ms. Summers saying no words of approval or outrage. But I could feel her wet pussy on my chest, and I knew she was excited.
Then, without warning, she picked up her ass just enough to slide back, and put her full weight on my face. From between her thighs I barely made out her next command. "Eat my pussy," she said, not able to keep all her lust out of her voice.
At first, all I could focus on was her crushing weight. She was not fat by any means, but she was tall and had a fat ass. Her cheeks enveloped my forehead and my nose. Her vagina was planted firmly on my mouth, cutting off any oxygen I might have had. I began to lick in a frenzy, trying to find her G-spot and get it all over with.
Every 30 seconds or so she would lift up her ass, and I'd get about 1 good breath in before she threw it back down on me, eager for more. I was still rock hard and tried to enjoy myself. And indeed I was. Her pussy tasted amazing, and luckily, her ass had no smell to it. I began to alternate between sucking on her clittoris and penetrating her with my tongue, hoping one would get to her. It seemed both did the trick.
I could hear her muffled moans from above, and during breath breaks I saw she had her hands on her breasts, pimching her nipples and whimpering. She was close. My forehead, nose, lips and chin were plastered with her juices and sweat. I went into a frenzy, eating her out full force. I sucked and licked until I heard her scream out from above me.
"Oh fuck!" She moaned and lifted herself off me by only a few inches. Her hands flew to her pussy and stroked her clit. With another exclamation of "Fuck", she came. It rained down on me. It filled my mouth, ran down my chest, in my hair, everywhere. She whipped around and pointed at me. "Swallow it, swallow all of it!" I obliged, gulping down all her delicious cum. I even licked my lips, and my submission seemed to further her excitement.
For about a minute she sat on my chest panting, looking down at my cum covered face. I fought to recover, too. My mouth and tongue were sore and I was winded. This grace period was short-lived.
"Not bad, slave. But, not enough to earn that credit. I need to be fucked. And you're just gonna have to do," she gasped, breath still not completely controlled. "Yes, Goddess," I said almost gleefully. My erection was still very much there, and my balls started to ache, seemingly begging for release.
"Only one rule, slave. You have the honor of fucking me, but if you cum before I do, I'm gonna fuck you." This confused me, but she walked over to the rotating board and turned it, confirming my suspicion of it not being a blackboard.
It was like a torture rack. Dildos of all various shapes and sizes hung from it. Whips and chains dangled like demented party streamers all around them. I gulped audibly.
"This is the one I'll use on you if you disappoint me." She pointed to a strap on, with a purple dildo on the end that was at least 8 inches. As if sensing the possible punishment, my dick softened a bit.
"But we won't have to worry about that, because good slaves listen to their Goddess, right?" She added, smiling mischievously. "Yes, Goddess," I nodded vigurously, wanting both to be inside her and prevent her from being inside me.
"Good." She walked around the table I lay bound on once more and picked up the bottle on the end table, which I now saw was lube. She squeezed out a little onto her hand, and approached me. Looking me straight in the eyes, she gripped my cock and slathered the lube up and down. I whimpered at the touch, wondering how I would get through this.
Then she threw herself up over onto my stomach like last time, knocking the wind out of me once more. She turned to face me this time, however, and her breasts jiggled as she moved. She stayed there for a few seconds, preparing herself for my dick. I felt the coolness of the air on my wet face, and it breifly made me wish she was back on top of it.
She then planted her feet on either side of my body, and moved just enough so that the entrance to her pussy was over my throbbing cock. She looked up at me. "Beg," she said.
"Oh Goddess please let me fuck you, I want only to please you and make you happy." The words flew out of my mouth without me even having time to think. Seemingly satisfied with this answer, she grabbed the base of my shaft, and lowered herself onto my dick.
Pure ecstasy was what the next moment brought. The warm, wet walls of her vagina was a welcome change from the cold air on my penis. A moan escaped my lips, and Ms. Summers stifled one of her own. My eyes fluttered and I was lost in the moment before remembering my task. It would take every ounce of willpower I possessed to not cum before her.
She got down on her knees, putting my cock firmly inside her completely. She then began to slowly move up and down, little moans breaking her composure yet again. There was only the soft sound of our breathing and occasional moans, yet I felt deafened. A war was being waged in my body: my brain fighting hard to not get a dildo in my ass, and my penis fighting equally as hard to achieve orgasm and relieve the tension. This moment was heaven and hell at the same time.
I didn't have much time to think on my sexual purgatory, as Ms. Summers decided to pick up speed after a few minutes. The sound of her asscheeks slapping together began to grow louder and faster. She raised and lowered herself faster and harder, raising herself up almost to my tip before crashing back down to my balls. Her hands gripped her tits hard and she grit her teeth. She was trying hard to not orgasm, but not nearly as hard as I was.
Sweat dripped down my forehead despite having only to lay there, my brain was slowly losing the battle and my cock was ready for the killing blow. Still, Ms. Summers was relentless, riding me with the same energy as bullfighter. Her pussy slid up and down my shaft at mach speeds, the sound of her wetness slapping against my pelvis making it all the more difficult to contain myself. She was swearing under her breath.
"Oh fuck slave, oh God don't you dare cum now, John," she panted, slipping up and using my name.
1, 5, 10, I don't know how many minutes passed. She rode my dick like a pornstar for some time, and after a glorious, orgasmic scream, she finally came. And not a moment too soon. My brain had almost given up, starting to turn on me and demand I fire my load into Ms. Summers. I surrendered right as she came, and felt my dick erupt like a volcano. Sweet release was finally mine as I felt string after string of cum shoot up inside my teacher. I screamed out, "Oh shit Ms. Summers!" Her cum ran down my shaft as she shuddered from her orgasm.
Gasping for air, our bodies covered in sweat and cum, Ms. Summers and I said nothing for a solid 5 minutes. She had rode me for what seemed like an eternity and was exhausted. I had barely one the hardest mental battle I had ever had.
She pulled herself off my dick and carefully lowered her feet onto the floor, her legs wobbly. She walked up so that she was looking directly down at me.
"Very, very good slave," she said, with some genuine enthusiasm. She wiped my matted hair off my forehead and planted a kiss there. "But, I'm afraid it won't be enough to pass." My jaw dropped as she laughed hysterically.
"Did you really think one assignment would make up all those points? No, of course not. I'd say today was worth about... 5 points. Of course, you did disobey one of my rules at the end by not addressing me as Goddess. And you just barely managed to hold out past me. So I think I'll have to give you a 3 out of 5." She said this all while wiping off her glasses, in a her normal teacher-like voice. I was too stunned to respond.
"You got a 55 on your test, right? Well congratulations, it's now a 58. Of course, a 75 is passing so you've got plenty more work ahead of you. Get a shower and get home for some sleep, you'll have a busier day tomorrow."
She undid the ropes bounding me to the table. I sat up, and looked her in the eyes. "Yes, Goddess. Thank you." I was completely and utterly under her control. She giggled as she strutted back into the darkness at the other end of the room, her ass bouncing as she did so. I sat there, my head reeling as I reflected on today's unusal events. A single, dominating fact entered my mind: I could not wait for tomorrow.
