Teacher is blackmailed into fulfilling his fantasy.
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I forced myself to slow my breathing and waited by Ms. Brown’s desk after the rest of the class left. Unsurprisingly, I was nervous.
“Something for you to look at, Miss,” I said as I dropped the folder on her desk.
She gave me a typically good-natured smile and opened the package. Her breath caught as she flicked through the photographs one by one.
As a member of the photographic club I’d been on duty taking pictures at an evening school function. Bored, I’d wandered through the administrative area of the school, deserted at that time of night. That’s where I’d heard the groaning from the headmaster’s study. That’s where I’d surreptitiously taken four pictures of Ms. Brown kneeling between the headmaster’s legs. That’s where I’d captured a perfect image of her upturned semen-covered face. And that’s what she was staring at right now, wide-eyed.
Abruptly she strode to the door, locked it and pulled down the blind. She turned.
“What do you want, Jake?” she asked.
“All I want is a kiss,” I replied. And who wouldn’t? She was lovely: twenty-three (just five years older than me), full-busted yet tall, long-legged and slim, sparkling green eyes and long blonde hair. She was wearing a dark blouse, dark skirt, stockings (or so I fantasised) and high-heeled shoes. As ever, she looked stunning.
She licked her lips and swallowed, unconsciously smoothing her skirt over her thighs as she slowly walked back to the desk. I wasn’t sure whether I imagined the subtle bump of her suspender straps pushing through her skirt.
“And the pictures?”
“You can have them back if you do as I say.”
She hesitated. At that moment, I didn’t think she’d submit, that she’d slap me and walk out, but suddenly she leant her head towards me and pecked me on the mouth. It felt much drier than I had expected: her lips had always looked so moist.
“Now properly,” I said gruffly as I caught her by the back of her head and pulled her to me. She seemed to resist momentarily before opening her mouth and letting me push my tongue into hers. Now I’d never kissed a girl before, so I didn’t really know what to expect but she seemed to be at least feigning enthusiasm, maybe thinking that she could extricate herself by pleasing me quickly. The kiss was long and intense; her tongue was nimble as she licked my teeth and rolled it around mine. I pressed myself against her: her body felt wonderfully firm yet her breasts were soft against my chest. My hands wandered down to her perfect arse which I squeezed and fondled. She tensed against me; I couldn’t tell whether it was because of me touching her bottom or because of my erection pressing against her.
She pushed me away.
“That’s enough, Jake. I’ve done what you asked for and more. Now give me the pictures and that’ll be the end of it.” Her tone was now more like the one she used when chastising unruly pupils.
“Let me feel your breasts first,” I ordered.
“What! No. Never!” she replied indignantly and crossed her arms defensively across her magnificent bosom.
“Or I could leave these pictures in the boys’ cloakroom, Miss. I do have other copies you know.”
Her dejected face and disconsolate sigh almost made me guilty enough to relent. But then I glanced down at those big breasts, the ultimate objects of fantasy for every boy in school, and kept hopefully silent.
She took a deep breath, uncrossed her arms and stepped towards me once more.
“Well, come on then,” she said petulantly. I was astounded. I hadn’t really thought it would work. But I barely hesitated before reaching out to squeeze her breasts through the blouse. They were firm yet wonderfully soft and too big for my hands. I pinched her slightly hard nipples and lifted them up. My cock felt harder than I could ever remember it being.
I couldn’t help moaning, “Oh, god, they’re amazing.”
“I’m glad you like them.” I looked up at her face. She was smiling with perhaps a hint of pride although I think my appalling enthusiasm probably contributed to her amusement. “Slow down, Jake. I’m not going anywhere; you can feel them for as long as you’d like.”
My surprise at her change of approach must have been obvious from my expression.
“In fact,” she added as she positively pushed her chest against my hands, “we can have a little arrangement and make it a more regular occurrence. As long as, of course, you give me all the pictures and negatives.”
It was difficult to think. I had to hold myself back from doing whatever she wanted. Her voice was extraordinarily seductive. I hadn’t noticed until then but she smelt faintly of something flowery and light.
“OK. But you have to take your top off. I want to see them better. They’re just the most glorious things….” I stumbled to an inarticulate halt.
She bit the side of her lip delightfully as she thought. “All right. But that’s as far I’ll go.” She turned briskly around, unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it onto the desk with a flourish. She slowly turned back.
“What do you think, Jake. Do you like them?” Her bra was black, lacy and very pretty. Her bosom was smooth, creamy and expansive.
I was speechless. “Here, feel them more.” She reached out and brought my hands to her breasts while watching me carefully. I think she was making the experience as erotic as possible for me so I’d come in my pants and then leave her alone. It was a struggle not to do so.
I squeezed and fondled them again. This time her nipples were hard and I could glimpse their redness through the lace. Excitedly I tried to pull her bra down but she stopped me. “Wait,” she said and reached behind her and unclipped it. “Enjoy it, Jake. This won’t be the last time if you’re kind to me.”
And there they were. I don’t think she needed a bra at all. They hardly sagged at all. The nipples were reddish-brown, quite large and very erect. My hands wandered all over her glorious bosom, glorying in its fullness. I tweaked and pinched her nipples repeatedly. I bent my head down so that I could take them in my mouth.
“Jake, No!” she tried to push me away.
I held her firmly, “You’ve got to let me. The pictures….”
She looked at me for a few seconds, sighed, nodded briefly and closed her eyes. She wasn’t smiling anymore. I think she’d realised that she wasn’t as in control of the situation as she’d hoped.
The feeling of those hard nipples in my mouth was indescribable. As I flicked my tongue around them and sucked hard, she gasped.
“What should I do?” I paused from my nibbling.
“What?” she opened her eyes with a start.
“Tell me what to do. I’ve never done this before. How do I make it good for you?”
“This isn’t a class, you know! Oh, OK. I can’t believe this. OK. You can be a bit gentler. Yes that’s good. And move your tongue around and around. Hmmm. Yes. Oh and bite just a little. Oh yes. That IS good.” She moaned musically and closed her eyes again as I continued for a few more minutes.
By this time, my erection was hurting. I undid myself and pulled it out without stopping licking her tits. She hadn’t yet opened her eyes. I grabbed her left hand and put it onto my cock. Without thought, her hand clasped my shaft and she stroked me firmly up and down twice.
Suddenly, realising what she was doing, her eyes flew open, she gasped and pushed me away, falling back into her chair. “Oh my god no. No, Jake. Put it away.” Her terrified eyes didn’t leave the head of my cock which was swaying a foot away from her face as I stood in front of her.
“Please don’t stop, Miss. Your hand feels so good. It won’t take any time. I’m ready to burst.”
“No, Jake. That’s going too far. I won’t,” she replied.
“For fuck’s sake, you sucked off the headmaster. He’s old and ugly. I saw you there, smiling at him with come all over your face. Now touch me again or I’m going to send the pictures to the governors. Or even better I’ll publish them on the web,” I said, feigning anger.
Her eyes were full of tears but her right hand slowly rose to my cock and tentatively grasped it for a moment or two. She must have made up her mind fairly abruptly as she suddenly said, “Right,” brought her other hand up to fondle and squeeze my balls and started masturbating me furiously.
It was difficult but I managed to warn, “Slow down. If I come too soon….” She did slow down and then I was lost in pleasure as I groped her fabulous breasts. I’d never thought I’d get this far but there I was being wanked by a topless Ms. Brown, the most beautiful and desirable woman I’d ever seen.
Because my cock was only inches from her face now, she can’t have helped but know what I’d want next. I took a hand from her breast and grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her head insistently towards me.
She resisted initially but said, “I can’t believe I’m saying this but … Jake, I’ll do it; I’ll suck you off; but only if you give me all of the pictures and negatives.” She looked up at me expectantly her beautiful mouth parted slightly.
“Yes, anything you want. Just suck me. Please.” And of course, right then, I meant it.