DAY 6 - MONDAY
Holly felt like she had a hangover. Not that she had ever gotten a hangover before but she imagined it must feel the way she felt. Yesterday had been sex all day long. Masturbation in the morning, Jade and Jack's showtime at the store, flashing the crowd at the mall, almost fucking a classmate, and finally, more masturbation. She had been on a sex high and this was the aftermath.
Everything was just blah. Holly moped and pouted all day. Even Emma couldn't get her out of her funk. The presence of her best friend just reminded her that she was going to have to choose between her BFF or her uncle. And she could lose both.
As with all hangovers, it got better as the day wore on. Finally, it was the last class of the day. History. Miss Burton. Holly perked up.
She had flashed Miss Burton three times and every time the teacher let Holly feel her up. And today Holly had her new crotchless panties to show off.
She looked around. Everyone was half asleep. Her desk was in the back. Nobody would see.
Miss Burton was looking at her. Holly pulled her plaid skirt up to the top of her thighs. She lifted her butt and eased the skirt up to her hips. She made a show of playing with her crotchless panties. Miss Burton shook her head but smiled.
Holly was feeling the excitement again. Breaking the rules. Unfortunately, Holly had a habit of taking things too far. In one way, it was endearing that she was so enthusiastic. On the other hand, it often got her in trouble.
Holly undid a couple buttons on her blouse and pulled it to the side, baring her small pale breast. She used her other hand to open her pussy lips and stuck a finger inside.
Holly had gone too far. If anybody turned around or glanced in from the hall, she couldn't cover-up. They wouldn't see a quick flash that might have been an accident, like the other times she had flashed her teacher. They would see a girl openly masturbating and fondling her bare breast. It was way too far.
Miss Burton's eyes widened and fear showed in her face. She shook her head and mouthed "Stop!". Holly shrugged and let her blouse cover her tit again. She didn't button it up. She licked off her finger and tugged her skirt into place. Miss Burton seemed greatly relieved. Holly hoped the teacher would still come by her desk at the end of class.
The last fifteen minutes came and, sure enough, Miss Burton walked back to Holly's desk. She stood, back to the class, and in a very quiet voice so no one else could hear said: "I did what you commanded." She bit her tongue so she wouldn't say 'The Word'. Not yet.
"What the hell does that mean?" Holly thought. "I haven't commanded her to do anything. She's a teacher."
Miss Burton turned and took her station next to Holly. Most of the students were already packing their book bags. Holly put her hand on Miss Burton's nylon covered calf as before. Moving quicker than usual, she glided up the leg, above the knee, onto her teacher's thigh. Suddenly the nylon stocking stopped. What?
Miss Burton wasn't wearing pantyhose. She was wearing a garter belt with thigh high stockings. Holly remembered the note from Friday - 'Should I skip the panties?' and her answer - 'YES'. Was her teacher really not wearing panties because Holly 'commanded' it?
Holly reached higher, savoring the bare flesh. The teacher's skirt was being pulled up by Holly's arm. Miss Burton took a step closer to her student and the problem was resolved. Holly's thumb touched the woman's bare ass. No panties. Her hand traced the curve of the cheek upward, forcing the skirt high again.
Miss Burton reached to tug it down. "Don't" whispered Holly without thinking. A request from student to teacher. Easily ignored. But the teacher stopped. Holly recognized something strange was going on. She wanted to find out what it was.
Miss Burton shifted her ass under Holly's hand, leading the fingers to her ass crack. Holly lightly pushed in and let her fingers track down. The crack ended. Holly's hand went forward and found the teacher's slit. Her pussy was bare. She shaved down there.
Holly slid her fingers along the outside of the slit. It was a long slit that rose up toward the abdomen. Miss Burton was still talking about the homework but in a monotone. The teacher was having a hard time focusing.
Holly pushed a finger into the slit and felt around. She found the clit hidden at the end of a long sheath and tapped on the end. The teacher gasped a little.
If anyone turned around, it would be obvious what was happening. The back of the skirt was above the stockings. The front bulged and changed shape as Holly moved her hand around. But Miss Burton couldn't see that. She wasn't going to say 'stop'.
The bell rang. Everyone in the class stood and rushed the door. Everyone except Holly and Miss Burton. Holly squeezed the clit, brought her fingers down the slit, and pushed into the hole. She moved in and out, shallow and slow. Miss Burton was barely breathing.
Holly stood. Her index finger left a wet path along the low neckline of the teacher's blouse. She hooked her finger on the lowest point and pulled down. The upper curves of two large round breasts came into view. The top button popped open exposing a black bra. "Be in your office in 30 minutes."
Miss Burton's face softened, her head bowed a little, eyes went to the floor. "I understand. I'll be in my office when you're ready." Curiouser and curiouser.
Exactly 30 minutes later, Holly entered Miss Burton's office. She shut the door. Miss Burton nervously licked her lips. "Lock the door," she said huskily.
Holly looked Miss Burton over, not as a teacher but as a woman. She had auburn hair, green eyes, pale skin, big tits, nice hips. She was a few inches taller than the girl and heavier, with soft, rounded curves.
"I'm not locking the door. If anybody walks in, you get fired and I get expelled. But that just adds to the excitement, doesn't it?" Holly opened her blouse and exposed both her small tits.
Miss Burton bowed her head, cast her eyes down to the floor. "As you wish." She still didn't say 'The Word'. She had to be sure.
She stepped in front of the woman and looked her in the eye. Her finger traced the neckline and exposed the cleavage. The first button popped open, showing the black bra. Holly's finger floated down to the bra and tugged slightly. A small sliver of a brown areola peeked over the top of one cup.
"Do you mind me playing with your bra?'
"As you wish." The teacher stood still, hands behind her back.
A light went on in Holly's head. Her teacher was a submissive! Holly had read about it on the internet and even seen a porn movie once at Emma's house. But this wasn't the same. Submission was all about whips and chains and leather outfits. This was more quiet obedience.
Did her teacher really want to submit to Holly, her student? It seemed unlikely but in for a penny in for a pound as Uncle Jack said. Holly forged ahead.
"Are you going to obey me?" The teacher nodded. Holly put her hand on the teacher's crotch through her skirt. No objection.
Testing the waters further, the girl unzipped the woman's skirt and let it fall to the floor. Miss Burton stepped out of it and Holly kicked it under the desk. "Take off your panties." Holly requested. The pale green panties fell to the floor and joined the skirt under the desk.
"This is crazy," Holly thought.
The girl ran a finger down each side of the pussy slit, squeezed, and massaged the lips. The girl's finger went inside for a moment. Miss Burton gave a little gasp and held her breath.
"Turn around and bend over." Holly stepped back and admired the view. "You've got a big ass. I like that." She squatted, spread the cheeks with her hands, and began to lick deep in the crack. The teacher gasped and muttered 'no' but spread her legs wider.
Holly's tongue circled the brown hole in front of her. The tongue probed inside. More licking. A finger lightly massaged the area, moving ever closer to the hole itself. Miss Burton said, "Please not that."
Holly seemed to comply. A finger inserted itself in the teacher's pussy. It went deep, pushed against the sides, gathered the wetness.
Holly removed her wet finger and slid it into the teacher's ass hole. There was no resistance. The teacher moaned a long satisfied moan. Holly took her finger out, stood and held it close to the woman's face. Her teacher opened her mouth and sucked the finger clean.
Her finger went back and started teasing around the brown hole. Circling, pushing in slightly, pulling out. The teacher was pushing her pelvis back trying to get more of the finger, all the while whispering "Not that".
"What do you want me to do Miss Burton?" She knew the teacher didn't want to say it. "You said you would obey. Will you obey? Tell me what you want."
Miss Burton was desperate. She had to obey. In a rush, she said "I want you to fuck me in the ass. I love being fucked in the ass."
Holly leaned over and waved her hand by the teacher's face. "Do you want one finger in your ass? Do you want two fingers in your ass? Tell me what you want in your ass."
The teacher gasped out "I want all your fingers in my ass. I want your whole hand in my ass." She pulled her cheeks apart. "Please" she pleaded.
Holly put her fingers one at a time in the woman's pussy to get them wet. The woman was breathing hard. Holly went to the brown hole and began teasing it again. Circling, pushing in a tiny bit, pulling out.
Miss Burton went crazy trying to hump the girl's hand, to get it inside. She lost control and said "Please Mistress, put it in my ass" She had said 'The Word' - Mistress. Would Holly realize what she meant, freak out and stop?
Holly put one finger in as far as it would go. Miss Burton sighed. Holly pulled it out and put two fingers in. Then three. The teacher was moaning. All five were in pushed up to the big knuckle at the base of her fingers. "Do you like that? Do you like all five fingers in your ass? Do you want more? Tell me."
"Yes, yes, yes. Do more. Do your whole hand." The woman was pushing with her pelvis. The girl held her hand steady and let the woman slide backward until only the wrist showed. "Fuck me. Fuck me now." The teacher could hardly get the words out. She was moaning and panting.
Holly didn't move her hand. "What do you want from me Miss Burton? Tell me what you want?" She licked the teacher's shoulder. "Tell me."
Panting and gasping, Miss Burton said "I want you to be my Master, my Mistress. I want to you to make me pleasure you. I want you to fuck me and use me."
Holly started her hand moving in and out slowly. When it moved easily she picked up the pace. Miss Burton was gripping the desk and making unintelligible noises. Holly went faster and faster. The noises became mere grunts.
