Steve
I am a professor at a large university. My students are men and women of all ages. There seems to be a trend for older people to go back to school to take the courses they are interested in. Since my area is twentieth century literature, I tend to get older students, especially women in their thirties and forties who don't have to work and can attend lectures in the daytime.
The fact that I am tall and fit, and that I am passionate about my subject, seems to attract some of my female students, in spite of the fact that I am older than most of them. You are one of those students. You have made several appointments to visit me in my office to ask questions about the material, and I have picked up on your signals that you would like to get to know me better.
I checked your records and learned that you are 38 years old. You about five foot five, and are the personification of the term "voluptuous." Your defined but not delicate waist curves out into generous hips and a firm protruding ass. You have thick, glossy hair, blue-black and wavy, which some people might say it is too long for a woman of your age, but it looks good when you wear it pulled back in a loose French twist with tendrils falling around your face. Behind the casually positioned wisps of hair your sleepy brown eyes seemed to peek out just looking for a bedroom.
Your best features are your smile and your large, shapely breasts. Unlike some voluptuous women, whose breasts seemed like water balloons about to come lose from their moorings, you have the breasts of an over-developed twenty year old, and you dress to show them off. It is interesting to watch the male students in the class as they try not to be obvious when they check out your endowments. For your part, you seem to enjoy the attention. I get the feeling that you know you are sexy and you like to tease.
I invited you to dinner several weeks ago after you had come to see me in my office for the third time. We had a very pleasant evening talking mostly about modern literature. Somehow the topic got around to erotic writing, and we both confessed that we found it "interesting." That was the point where I knew I wanted to find out more about you.
On our next date I took you back to my apartment. After a few glasses of wine we ended up in bed. You were very responsive and not shy about letting me know what you liked. Whenever I gave you commands, or treated you roughly you seemed to get more aroused. I went slowly that first night, but I was already planning the next meeting when I would see how far I could push you
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Elizabeth
Here I am at almost forty years old and having a mad crush on my teacher. I feel like a horny teenager. Everything is so exciting and new. I have butterflies in my stomach every time I'm alone with you. I get excited just thinking about what you will do next to me.
That night in your apartment was incredible. When you spoke to me in that deep, authoritative voice and virtually ordered me to do things, I felt this powerful surge of desire and lust. The more you controlled me, the hotter I got. Maybe those "bodice riper" novels I used to dismiss as trash really reflect reality for women like me.
I am intrigued and a little scared. What if you want to tie me up? Then I would be truly helpless. Whoa...it makes me wet to think about it.
Steve
It is a Friday afternoon three days later. We exchanged smiles in class today, and I am encouraged to test you to see if you are the kind of woman I think you are. Your phone number is on my cell phone, and I press the call button. You answer after the first ring.
"Elizabeth, this is Steve. Listen to me carefully. Tonight at exactly eight o'clock you are to come to my apartment. You are to wear the same sexy outfit that you had on in class today. Be prepared to spend the weekend. Do you understand?"
There is a long pause, an intake of breath. Finally you say, almost in a whisper, "Yes sir."
I hang up immediately. Now I am sure. You are a submissive and ready to put yourself in my hands. I have had some experience with women like you, and I will not disappoint you. You will feel the addictive sexual pleasure of giving up control and surrendering to the will of a man who will take you to places you have never been.
Elizabeth
What just happened? I heard your voice and could think of nothing except to obey. I know that I am about to cross a line. It's one thing to have fantasized about giving up control to a powerful man, but another thing to actually do it. A voice inside is telling me that it's not right. A woman should be a man's equal, not his sex slave.
From the tone of your voice on the phone and the fact that you ordered me to come to you wearing certain clothes there is no longer any doubt about the nature of our relationship. If I carry out these commands I will belong to you and will have to submit to whatever you have planned for me. I know I should hold back until I know you better, but a force stronger than a receding ocean wave is pulling at me. I don't care anymore about what kind of woman I should be. There is no way I will not be at your door at 8pm.
My body is trembling with anticipation. I'm so excited I'm already wet with anticipation of how you will dominate me.
Steve
Promptly at eight o'clock there is a knock on my door. I open it and draw you inside. You are dressed in the tight, open neck blouse that drew so much attention in class today. But it seems that one more button has been opened. I say nothing, but pointedly stare down into the inviting valley. You look at me like a teenager with a crush on a rock star.
I take your hand and turn you around, admiring your short, black skirt and stocking covered legs. Again it seems that you have augmented the sex appeal of your school outfit; you are wearing heels that are obviously higher than the ones you wore to class.
Now I am facing you again. Still neither of us has spoken. I raise my left hand and grasp the thick braid of your hair, holding your head firmly in place. With my right hand I slap your face, hard but not too hard, once on each cheek.
Your eyes fly wide open and immediately begin to tear up. "That was just to let you know what will happen if you disobey me," I say. "Now stand up straight and put your hands on the top of your head. Don't move your hands, no matter what."
Elizabeth
I am in shock. My cheeks burn and I am close to tears. But I seem to have no control over myself. Without thinking, I put my hands on my head. You look so commanding in a black silk shirt, opened to show your muscular chest with its dusting of silver and black hair. You have on a pair of black leather pants that are molded to your body.
The slap on my cheeks was totally unexpected, but it has excited me more than I could have imagined. It tells me that you are going to be constantly surprising me and making me feel things I did not know were in me. It also tells me that you are not afraid to hurt me in order to establish absolute control. I don't want you to slap me again and will do what you say.
With my hands glued to my head I await your next instruction. Cautiously I glance down at your hips to see if I can detect whether you are as aroused as I am. Your tight leather pants bulge out suggestively and I see a long, prominent ridge against your lower stomach. Instinctively I take a deep breath and push my breasts forward.
You smile approvingly and place your hands on my mounds. I feel a tightening in my nipples. My breasts ache to be held and squeezed by your large hands.
Steve
I take my time exploring your tits through your blouse. Your nipples are hard and I position them in the palms of my hands and twist my wrists. You moan and thrust your breasts forward into my hands. I pull back a little, just to see what you will do. I am not disappointed, as you lean forward to maintain the contact with your tits.
I give them a good squeeze and then let go so that I can walk behind you. You are teetering on your high heels, your ass tight and protruding. Casually I run my hand over your hips and end up cupping your ass.
"Stay still," I order, as I start to raise your skirt. I take a long time, relishing the slow exposure of your thighs and ass. Your stockings are held by a sexy looking garter belt with elastic straps, which I pull and snap against your legs. Finally, I slide my hand under your tight, bikini panties and feel all around on your luscious flesh. Just before I withdraw my hand, I slide a finger up between your legs.
"You are very wet, my dear," I say. "But you are going to get a lot wetter before I am through with you."
Elizabeth
I am so embarrassed. You seem to see through to my soul. I'm so turned-on by your talking to me. My body is running HOT and COLD and I'm trembling as I stand before you with my hands on my head just waiting for your next command.
You take your time teasing me. With the tip of your finger you probe at all my tender points: my nipples, my clit, my ass. You draw your finger across my lips, forcing them open. I gasp as your finger enters my mouth and runs around the insides of my cheeks and over my tongue. My desire keeps building; it is like you are throwing kindling on a fire. All your touching has me on the edge and I struggle to keep from falling over. I sense that you don't want me to cum, not yet. You have much more in store for me.
Steve
I take your hand and lead you over to an island counter in my kitchen. Your hands are still on your head as you let me position you with your hips up against the counter. I go around to the other side so that I am facing you across the counter. You look back at me with a mixture of lust and uncertainty, just the kind of reaction I want to see. For the next half hour I am going to enjoy watching your face as I do things to you.
The first order of business is to expose those delicious tits. I look directly into your eyes as I undo the buttons one by one.
Elizabeth
God, I am so turned on. I can't wait for you to get your hands on my bare tits; I can't stop trembling. I'm whimpering too. I want you to go faster but I'm quiet, letting you do all the leading and commanding.
Why am I so aroused by submitting to you? There seems to be some primordial instinct deep in me that makes me want to succumb to your power. The harder you are on me the more I want you inside me filling me with your essence. But I can' think about that right now....
Steve
I jerk the sides of your blouse open. Your black bra barely covers your nipples, but it does a great job of displaying your ample flesh in a most provocative way. I decide to leave your bra on for the time being, but I tease your flesh with my fingers and pinch your nipples through the fabric. You squirm and lick your lips.
