(SMUT CHAPTER. YAY! I'll admit, this is more of a mental smut then physical... you'll see what I mean. This plays on the kink of total submission, so be prepared. This is NOT for everyone, and was more of an experiment.)
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"I've got some news! I'm leaving now so I'll tell you when I get home. "--"I can't wait any longer! Please just tell me now!" Hearing he had something to tell me, I could only assume it was something worth actually talking about. Immediately, thinking that it just has to be good news put me in a state of excitement and made me way too anxious. "He was so impressed with me that by the end of the interview, I was hired on the spot. I start on Monday."
So happy to hear that everything worked out for the best, I jumped up off the sofa in all the excitement, nearly dropping my phone. I couldn't help but squeal in all the commotion. A light chuckle was heard from the opposite end of the phone that was nearly drown out by the car's engine in the background. Anyway, I need to let you go. Can't be on the phone while driving, I'll see you shortly."--"Okay, I love you. See you soon sir," I purred bringing the call to an end.
I couldn't help but kind of face-palm myself realizing I had just called him sir, like the way it use to be. That was a name I rarely used for Mark anymore, but a sly grin formed as I played on that idea. 'Mark's a teacher again.' I thought it would only be fitting to welcome him home to a congratulatory celebration in honor of him getting the job, and only one thing came to mind. With a firm idea in mind, I trailed down the hallway towards the bedroom, ready to proceed with my plan.
As soon as I entered our bedroom, I thought long and hard if there was any kind of 'special' way I could go about this and then it finally hit me-- we could role play. Easily the most erotic thing about what our sex life use to be was that it was so taboo. It was forbidden for a student to be with their teacher and I couldn't deny the sex remained absolutely incredible but it lacked the feeling of being so naughty.
The kink factor behind a student/teacher relationship had burned out once he quit his job. However I am still the same age, and he is still a teacher. He may not be my teacher but, there was no reason we couldn't pretend. Even if it was just for today, we could pretend that he was that young, sexy teacher I couldn't keep my eyes off of and I was his innocent yet very eager and willing pupil. Just thinking about the role play possibly playing out, was absolutely exhilarating.
If we were going to role play, I had this idea in my head that it may be fun to recreate the scene as authentically as possible. We may not have had a classroom, but I at least knew of the perfect outfit I could wear for Mark to really set the mood. Knowing Mark said he was going to be home soon, I hastily began to get myself ready. A white blouse was pulled from the closet, a dark grey mini skirt was removed from the second draw of the dresser and a pink lacy thong was pulled from what was now my underwear drawer.
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My heart came to a stop, and my breathing became shallow when Mark finally arrived home. Suit jacket swung over his shoulder and a tie dangling down from his white button up dress shirt, just screaming for me to rip it clean from around his neck. He had an unintentional, sexy smolder in his eyes, that could only make me gnaw at my bottom lip in anticipation.
Seeing him just standing there in a suit brought me flash backs to the first day of twelfth grade, and it seemed almost as if time slowed down. I could barely remember the last time I felt like this. It was a feeling I once knew, but not something I felt often anymore. It reminded me of the feeling I had once upon a time, the first time he took me home. This was still very clearly the same man I loved and admired, but the old familiar feeling of lust and desire came flooding over me. It was as if history was repeating itself.
I watched from afar, as he tossed his suit jacket half way across the room, and onto the sofa before running his fingers back through his soft luscious locks. Finally he took notice to my presence at a short distance, standing towards the end of the hallway. His warm chocolate gaze widened beneath the lenses of his glasses as I began to strut down the hallway towards him, the click-clacking of my 4' black stiletto's against the hardwood floor. By this time I could read his eyes as if they were an open book. I could tell what he was thinking about. He was mentally undressing me already, not that I could blame him. This is after all every teacher's wildest fantasy.
In that moment I managed to reverted myself back to that night a few months ago. I was sitting across the dinner table from him at that Thai restaurant with a naughty and playful imagination. Finding myself unable to shake the thought of what might be hidden underneath the soft, dark cotton exterior of his suit. "Good afternoon, Mr. Fischbach," I teased, swinging one arm around his neck, hiking a leg up upon his side, beginning to play with his tie.
"(YN...) what's this all about?" I could tell he wanted me but at the same time, there was a very apparent look of sudden confusion. I would have thought by my chosen attire and the character I was trying so hard to portray, that he'd immediately be able to tell what was going on. However I found that I should probably try and explain it in a way in which I'd still be able to remain in character and stay true to my role. "Y'know. You've always been my favorite teacher sir," I cooed leaning in and gently began nibbling on his earlobe for a short while before revealing my character's true motives.
"I need a passing grade in your class, and I was wondering if there's anything I could do for extra credit. If you help me, maybe I could help you..." Before responding Mark let out a slow quivering exhale and then drew a sharp breath. It was in that instance I could tell I had him, right where I wanted. Knowing I had his full attention, I now felt an incredible sensation of empowerment.
I could feel Mark's heart racing beneath his chest, as I trailed my fingers down the length of his tie, down his stomach and gently fondled his slight bulge through his pants. Seeing him like this, threw me back to a time in his classroom when I had him practically on his knees for me and it was something I kind of missed.
My dominance over him was very short lived before history literally did repeat itself. In a single swift motion, Mr. Fischbach lifted me up from under my arms, and spun me around knocking me back against the door hard. "Well, well, well. Here we are again," he growled as he pushed his body tighter against mine. Our breathing was almost simultaneously rhythmic, keeping in sync with one another unintentionally.
My heated breath against his face while we stared into each other's fiery gaze began to fog up his glasses yet neither of us really seemed to care. "So what exactly are you suggesting, Miss. (YLN,)" I tried to control the smile I felt coming on when I seen he was now playing along, but eventually I broke out into what I could only assume was a devious grin. "I want you to fuck me senseless, sir."
Without warning, I was dropped to my feet, and Mark's face began to inch closer to mine. His lips pouted outwards as if he were going in for a kiss, and ever so slightly our lips brushed against one another's, never quite meeting. This action continued several more times, and it was more like complete torment then a tease. I had the warmth of his body against mine, and the sweet taste of his love lingering on my lips.
As much as I wanted to take total control over this situation, if I really wanted to recreate our first time together then I needed to be mindful that he was the one in total control. He always has been, and a part of me didn't mind that he always will be. "Well if that's what you really want. Who am I to deny the needs of a student. However there's one condition. You have to do exactly what I say. No exceptions."
That very line made me shudder uncontrollably. I remembered it from the first night we spent together, and of course I'd bend to his every whim without question. There was something about knowing I would have no control over this situation that I found immensely exciting. Anything he wanted from me, anything at all, all he would have to do is ask. My mind and my body was entirely his to do with as he pleased. Today I was nothing but his naughty little fuck toy and something about accepting that was already beginning to get my juices flowing. "What lesson will you be teaching me today, sir?"--"Why you shouldn't tease the teacher."
Before I even knew what was going on, Mark had me in a tightly locked grasp, which then lead to me pretty much being thrown up on top of the round, wooden kitchen table. My legs tightened together, when Mark began to try and run his hand under nether my skirt, gently grazing against my inner thighs. I loved when he touched me like that. His movements were slow paced and soft, as he buried his face into the crook of my neck. "God, I missed this," he muttered, beginning to breath heavily down my neck.
In truth I missed this too. We never lost this sense of physical closeness but, there was no denying the desire we had for one another back months ago felt significantly different and it was nice to feel as if it were back. Just feeling his breath against my already burning flesh was making my head spin, and the dancing trail of his fingertips between my legs didn't make it any easier. Already I found myself beginning to grow weaker, ready to submit to him.
I wasn't asked but, rather physically demanded to lay back and down onto my back, when Mark gave me a rather hard shove to the shoulder. It didn't hurt, but there was a lot more force behind it then I think he even realized. Being his good little girl, I heeded his instructions and tried to find a bit of comfort when laying back onto the kitchen table. My legs were forcefully grabbed and hiked up, and Mark's hands snaked their way up to my pelvic bone, dragging my panties down my legs.
The silk lace gliding down my hips and knees before getting tangle for a moment around my heels made me begin to tingle. The soft silk being dragged against my skin gave me chills. I peeked down with a playful grin, watching as he examined the panties he had just ripped from off my steaming hot lower region, remaining hopeful that he was good with paying attention to detail. "These look familiar," he belted out as he dangled my panties in front of his face for a closer examination.
"I was hoping you would notice. Not only did I want to role play but I tried to kind of recreate the first night we spent together. Those are the same panties I wore that night." A sly sinister smirk traveled from ear to ear, and I was beyond thrilled he seemed to appreciate the effort and thought I put into this. "What a dirty girl you are, that's so fucking sexy." With that, Mark flung my panties blindly behind him and into the living room, before forcefully spreading my legs apart. I sprawled out across the kitchen taken, threw my head back and drew in a deep breath, eagerly anticipating his next move.
It began with gentle caressing of the inner thighs and occasionally the tip of one of his fingers would find it's way between my lower lips, softly running across my clit. Normally I liked when he was rough but, this was different. It was slow and sensual movements, not at all unpleasant. If anything it only heightened my excitement, the tepid moisture that was most likely coating Mark's fingers was the big tell tail sign of my enjoyment. "You're gonna be a good girl right?" I could barely bring myself to answer in words, and stuttered to find a simple word such as 'yes.'
"Tell me. Tell me you're gonna be a good girl and do everything I say." --"I will," I managed to respond in between quivering exhales. I continued to enjoy Mr. Fischbach's soft, subtle movements but I couldn't help but wonder when this was going to pick up, sort of speak. It wasn't really in his nature nor mine to be passive when it came to sex, and when Mr. Fischbach finally removed his hand from between my legs that was when my question was finally answered.
A tight grip around my right wrist was taken, and I was yanked up into a sitting position and then off onto my feet. I was then taken by my shoulders, and had a intense pressure applied which put me unwillingly into a squatting position.Finally, I was exactly where he wanted me to be-- on my knees, staring eye level at Mr. Fishcbach's now fully erect member concealed behind the dark fabric of his dress pants. He stood tall over me, as I looked up like the obedient girl that I was, or rather wanted to be for him just as he threw his head slightly back and began to undo the zipper to his pants.
Soon enough he was relieved of his restrains, and I took part of bis length into my mouth. I may have been giving him a blow job but, even in this position I was still in zero control. Mark's hand was often placed at the back of my head, pushing against the back of my skull, forcing me to take every inch. His aggression was just even more of a turn on, I couldn't shake the thought of wanting to start stroking myself. More often than not, I barely even had to move, as he would literally stand there fucking my throat.
Occasionally I would make involuntary noises, which would cause nearly inaudible sounds under his breathing. "Your gagging is like music to my ears," he grunted driving full force once again, to the back of my throat before finally pulling out. Mr. Fischbach peered down at me and he took notice to the hand I had slipped under my skirt, playing with myself while I had serviced him. Without thought I quickened my pace, hastily rubbing against my clit, he seemed to be enjoying the show.
I began to whimper at the onslaught this man has provided for me, and I could see he was enjoying it too. I watched as he stared me down, watching as if with a hunger while he began stroked himself. He fondled his balls with his left hand, and began cork-screwing the base of his shaft with his right. Something about watching him swirling over his chiseled features left me mesmerized. His eyes were somewhat closed, squinting ever so slightly as he concentrated on it.
With his head now slightly thrown back, I finally heard some audible moans throughout the deep breathing. His moans become syllables and then words and statements. "ah, yeah...fuck...need you (y/n,) so fucking bad." Something about that really started to get me going. My hips involuntary began to buck into my fingers and they slip inside me easily. I gasp out and rock my hips slightly, bite my lip and looked into his eyes. Cold eyes and a smug like grin was what greeted me as I looked back up at him. I could feel his eyes boring into me with a need and lust that I didn't know anyone could possess.
"You are so fucking naughty you know that? Just the thought of me alone makes you wanna touch yourself, and you just can't help but give into those feelings. Yeah plunge your fingers into yourself harder baby...I like that" The head of his member was glistening and throbbing, twitching every few seconds, as he watched me being affected by his words and it just made him quicken his movements.
"I want you to be a good girl...and not cum until I say," He growled and that sent a jolt through to my very core. I cried out at the sudden wave pleasure over me, and I knew if this continued my climax would be close. I watched as his eyes widen as he took notice to my jolt, and stopped all his movements. I looked up at him with wide eyes, putting my own motions to a halt.
"You can come, all in good time but for now, it's my turn. SO DO AS I SAY...get over there," he demanded pointing towards the kitchen table. I was then grabbed by the forearm, yanked up and flung towards the kitchen table, immediately being bent over. My heart was sent thundering against beneath my chest, when my skirt was instantly hiked up. Over the course of a few seconds I had taken several spankings, each got progressively harder until he finally stopped when I let out a literal cry.
The spankings did hurt, and the stinging had become near brutal but I liked it. I think the mere reason this type of play excited me so much was because I knew he was nothing like this in the least. Sure he can get rough with me at times, in fact I preferred when he did but this was a new level of sexual stimulation I had never experienced before. It was a whole new sexual fantasy that we were living out in the comfort and safety of our own home with one another. Although this type of play was not normally my thing, I was grateful to be be sharing this experience with the man I love.
I stretched out my arms, taking a grip onto the opposite side of the table as Mr. Fischbach positioned himself behind me. As he made his entrance, my grip only became tighter, and began to squirm, trying to adjust myself. The thrust were not incredibly fast, and they certainly were not at full force but they didn't need to be. They were deep and steady paced, which really began to drive me crazy. I closed my eyes and drew in a sharp breath, trying to imagine the table was actually his old desk.
Within a few moments I could mentally visualize being back in his classroom. In my mind I could hear the ticking of the clock that hung in the room, and the anxiety of possibly getting caught at any moment. I knew that wasn't exactly the case but, the oak table under my stomach now only mimicked what I imagined being pinned against his desk would feel like. In a sense, my fantasy's from the first day at school were becoming a reality. In my mind, Mr. Fischbach had be pinned to his desk, having his was with me in the middle of the classroom.
My imagination now starting to run wild as I pretended to be back in the classroom with him, I could feel the warmth in my belly building and I tried my best to fight it, but I knew it wouldn't be much longer. "Please sir, can I come!" My immediate response was not words but movements. I was taken by a chunk of hair, and lifted back towards Mark. "Not yet," he hissed into my ear, pulling my head back against his chest.
When I got into a full upright standing position this was when Mr. Fischbach's thrusts got my powerful. As soon as his lips made contact with my neck and both of his hands wrapped around me fondling my breast from the outside of my shirt, I was breaking. My climax was quickly building, and I didn't know how to fight it off. "Oh, fuck... Just when I thought you couldn't get any tighter." I arched my back as a reflex attempting to relieve some of my tension, but this only pressed our bodies tighter together.
The closer we were, the deeper he managed to get until finally, I did specifically what I was asked not to do. A warm rush of liquid came streaming down my legs, before I even had time to give him warning that I was going to climax regardless if he wanted me to or now. Mark finally let go of my hair, and my exhausted body dropped back onto the table. The fact that he was holding onto my hard was my only means of support and now that he wasn't I was just a tired, sweaty, panting mess. "What did I say," he inquired as pulling out. I could almost hear him grinding his teeth at my disobedience but, this was new for me-- I didn't know how to fight back the overwhelming sensation of an explosive climax.
When I finally managed to catch my breath, I turned around to see just how disappointed he may be that I finished before I was allowed but, was relieved to see I didn't ruin it for him at all. Instead he was again, simultaneously rubbing at his tip, and cork screwing the base of his solid shaft. He bit at his bottom lip, and his face had 'seduction' written across it while he eyes glanced over every part of my body in this sexy outfit.
Although I was finished, I at least wanted to give him a helping hand, so I hopped up and took a seat upon the kitchen table, allowing my hands to run across various area of my body while he watched. It was the least I could do after not being able to finish with him, and the warm glow in his eyes told me, he was thankful that I was willing to do what I could to help.
Soon my actions were brought to a stop when Mr. Fischbach sent me a stern glare, and snapped his fingers before pointing to the floor at the spot between his legs. Without question, I got up from the table, and took my place in a kneeling position in front of him. The sweat beads trickling down his face, and seeing his abdomen begin to tighten, I knew he was close so I did the only thing that made sense to do. I looked up at him like the obedient girl I was so desperately trying to be for him, and opened my mouth just waiting to take his load.
As soon as I seen him starting to close his eyes, and hips beginning to jerk I immediately closed my eyes, and stuck out my tongue. A hot, sticky, salty fluid soon grazed across my tongue and hearing his loud groan upon release, I knew I still managed to do good by both his standards and mine. As long as we both managed to finish, that was all that mattered.
"So sir, are you going to pass me," I teased swallowing the remainder of what was left in my mouth before wiping my lips clean. "I don't know." Shocked I gasped at Mark's reply, thinking certainly he must be kidding. Instead of revealing that he was indeed going to pass me, like I intended for this role play to pan-out-- he simply shrugged off my question and zipped up his fly. "I think I'll have to see you again before I can make my final decision, Miss. (YLN.) Next time, we'll step it up a notch and you can just prove to me that there are other ways of being obedient."