The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This is a spinoff story of my series "Jacquline's Flexibility" but it also can be read as a standalone story. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy. -xoxo Daphne
Years ago, in what seems like another life, I used to work with the color guard girls at the local high school. Flag spinning and tossing, rifle technique, and artistic dancing were just some of the things I would teach them as we prepared for competitions each year. It was a lot of responsibility but the girls were hard working and always fun to be around.
Each member had her own distinct personality and interests but they still all got along well without too much drama. It was fun to listen to their group discussions where they would talk about everything from their boyfriends and upcoming parties to college applications and prom dresses.
The color guard captain this year was a senior girl named Sarah. Everyone always considered Sarah to be the "classy bitch" of the color guard. She definitely knew she was hot, and always displayed immense sexual confidence, an air of superiority, and had a stare that could freeze water into ice. Sarah's long dark hair, beautiful deep brown eyes, and black-rimmed glasses (that she used more as a prop for flirting than anything else), made her the object of many student fantasies. She also had a reputation for being high maintenance and was used to calling the shots in a relationship.
Lots of guys wanted to fuck Sarah, but she tended to lead them on and then make them feel guilty for wanting her. Her attitude essentially said: "I'll fuck you if I ever feel like it, but right now you're not worth my time." It was actually entertaining sometimes to watch how she played this game with other students, and I soon discovered Sarah working her way into my fantasies as well.
I had often daydreamed about what I would love to do to Sarah once she had graduated. I imagined taking Sarah into the color guard storage room and forcing her over the table, thrusting my cock deep into her pussy over and over again, making her watch herself orgasm in the changing mirror while I spanked her ass until I had her screaming.
That would teach her.
This time though, the day after graduation, Sarah had invited me. No actually, she ordered me to meet her at her house, and she sounded serious. Really serious.
When I got to her house, I noticed the only car in the driveway was hers. Maybe her parents were away. I went to knock on the front door and saw a note attached above the doorknob.
I heard Sarah's stern voice in my head as I read it.
"Swimming pool, now!"
Walking around the side of the house I opened the fence to enter the pool area and locked it behind me. Sarah was standing next to a patio table with one hand on her hip and a stern look on her face. She was wearing a small black bikini which tied in the back and had small metal attachments on her hips. She had a short black pool robe which she kept open to show off her figure and a pair of sunglasses which rested on the top of her head. I had never seen my color guard captain in a bikini before, and she looked even hotter than I could have ever imagined in my fantasies. With the confident air of a diva who always got her way, Sarah strutted over to me wearing a pair of 4" black heels, pointing to a chair nearby.
"Sit!"
I immediately obeyed and sat down in the chair facing her. Even though she had been my student as recently as yesterday, her authoritative tone made me want to do as she said. Sarah stepped back to sit her firm ass on the corner of her table, quickly placing her four-inch heel firmly up against my cock, a move so unexpected it made me jump.
"Sarah," I asked surprised, "what are you do-aaaahh!"
In response Sarah pressed her heel into my manhood.
"Don't talk...just listen."
I nodded quickly, hoping Sarah wouldn't put any more pressure on my very vulnerable cock.
"Now," Sarah began with a stern tone to her voice, "let's get something straight right now. Graduation is over, which means I am no longer your student, and you are no longer my instructor."
I dared not move an inch with her heel just one slip away from the most sensitive part of my body.
"I've waited all year for this, and now I intend to get exactly what I want from you."
I swallowed hard.
"What are you going to do to me?"
Reaching in her robe pocket Sarah pulled out a thick black leather collar and leash.
"You're going to be my summer boy toy," Sarah draped the leash across the back of the chair, "that is, if you agree to ALL my terms."
"Do I have a choice?" I asked hesitantly.
"Of course," Sarah replied, "if you decide to accept my terms, ALL of them, then I can assure you we're going to have a great time together. If you choose not to, you can leave now and never know what you missed out on."
Sarah looked down at my growing cock, gave me her scheming smile, and then slowly locked her deep brown eyes on mine.
"Got it?"
"Y-yes, Sarah," I replied timidly.
Damn she was so hot like this. My mind raced with the thought that this girl standing before me looking insanely sexy in her black bikini with her heel pressed firmly on my cock had been one of my students just yesterday!
"Good," Sarah leaned closer, "first, you will do EXACTLY everything I tell you to do without making excuses or asking questions."
I raised my eyebrows at her. She really WAS serious.
Sarah in return, gave me a slight smile, clearly enjoying herself.
"You've told me what to do for the past four years, now I get to be in charge. In fact, as your student, I always had to call you 'Mister'. Now that you will be taking orders from me, I think you should have to call me 'Miss Sarah' while carrying out my instructions."
Wow, she was really getting into this power play, and I had to admit that my cock was twitching beneath her heel just listening to her confident voice. Something in me WANTED to submit to her.
"Finally, you will surrender your cock to me to do with as I please...whenever I please. Do you understand?"
I tried to open my mouth to speak but was unable to make a sound. Instead I nodded in submission.
Sarah quickly leaned forward and slapped me across the cheek, not that hard, but enough to show me she meant business.
(SMACK)
"I asked you a question."
The slap stinging my cheek somehow made me find my voice.
"Yes, Sarah. I do understand."
(SMACK)
Sarah swiftly slapped me again with the same intensity.
"What did I tell you to call me?"
"Yes, Miss Sarah. I do understand," Sarah asserting power over me was a massive turn on, and I couldn't hide my cock's blatantly obvious erection from her.
Sarah noticed the effect she was having on me and smiled.
"Mmmmm, so you like being told what to do, hmm? I thought you might."
Sarah took her heel away from my cock and replaced it with her hand, gently stroking my shaft through my clothes and brushing her soft lips against mine as she whispered to me.
"Now, (kiss) if you accept my terms, (kiss) then put on this collar (kiss) and leash (kiss) as proof that I now own you (kiss) and this cock (kiss).
Completely under her spell, I took the collar and placed it around my neck. Sarah moaned when she heard the click of the collar and gave me a long deep sensual kiss. A wave of intense desire shot through my body as my former student kissed me with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
"Good boy," Sarah purred, "you (kiss) and your cock (kiss) now belong to me."
Sarah grabbed the leash in her right hand and tugged, pulling my body close to hers.
"Mmmmm I love seeing you like this," Sarah caressed my face with her left hand. "Remember when you used to give me grades on my flag routines? (kiss) Remember when I had to ask you permission just to leave rehearsal early? (kiss) Remember when you weren't allowed to even look at me in a sexual way?"
I jumped slightly as Sarah gripped my cock firmly through my pants.
"Of course you remember," Sarah flicked my lips with her tongue and smiled, "that was yesterday."
Keeping her eyes locked on mine, Sarah took off her pool robe and tossed it aside, her amazing figure now fully on display. That bikini looked amazing on her, and she knew it.
Sarah straddled me in the chair, resting her ass on my lap and taking my head with both her hands.
"Keep still," she whispered as a warning not to resist her.
Sarah flung her hair back, leaned in and gave me a long deep kiss, sighing in contentment. She parted her lips and allowed my tongue to enter. Sarah moaned in pleasure and created a suction in her mouth to pull my tongue in. She swirled her tongue around mine, doing the same thing as she would with my cock if she were giving a blowjob. It was insanely hot. This girl who I had taught for the past four years was now straddling me wearing the skimpiest little bikini while she raped my mouth with her amazing tongue and her gorgeous soft lips.
Sarah's hand found my cock again and gripped it firmly, causing me to jump out of reflex.
"Um!" My reaction was muffled by our kiss.
Squeezing my cock, Sarah pulled out of the kiss and tugged on my leash with her other hand.
"So, how big are you?" Sarah demanded to know.
I measured my answer carefully.
"Big enough, Miss Sarah."
Sarah raised her eyebrows.
"Don't fuck with me."
"No really, Miss Sarah," I responded, "I am big enough to fill your entire pussy."
Sarah placed her hands on her hips.
"Show me," she ordered.
I did what I was told, reaching to unbutton and unzip my pants as Sarah watched. The excitement of being taken and ordered by my former student was driving me insane, and Sarah noticed how hard it was making me.
"Oh my! You are big aren't you?" Sarah involuntarily moistened her lips while eyeing my shaft, "do you want to feel what it's like to have that cock inside the walls of my warm moist pussy?"
"Ohgodyes, Miss Sarah," I replied immediately.
"I have a really tight pussy," Sarah said almost bragging, "it could grip your cock so firmly and make you so sensitive that you just might beg me to stop fucking you."
