Author's Note:
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I first want to apologize for the long gaps between chapters. I tend to write these stories in spurts, and often take my time to get the proper inspiration. I hope you enjoy this one just as much as all my others. Fear not, I will continue this storyline as well as my others. I even have ideas on incorporating some characters from other series together in a possible new story. I will have more on this as I get further along. (Possibly Sage, Stephanie, and Eve). If you haven't read my previous stories, I highly recommend checking them out. As always, please rate and comment on this story, and feel free to leave me feedback. Also, I enjoy getting suggestions for possible scenarios in my stories. I can't promise to use all of them, but have found myself drawing inspiration from past suggestions. Enjoy, and happy reading.
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My last session with Jerome was by far the wildest and the one that pushed my boundaries the farthest. I'm not even sure if I have any left. The fact that I let him post a nude photo of me on my facebook, and then I posted another even more raunchy on my own made me wonder if I understood just where this relationship was heading. When I wasn't with Jerome, I was fantasizing about being with him, or about what he had made me do already. While I was with him nothing else mattered but keeping him happy. I mean I signed a notarized contract that stated I was his black cock slut, he had me under his complete control and we both understood that.
I didn't hear from Jerome over the weekend, and when I didn't see any messages on my facebook referring to the two erotic pictures I had briefly posted, I suspected no one had seen them. Not being in contact with Jerome for the weekend was tough, but I managed somewhat unsuccessfully to keep myself from going too crazy. I went for a long run on Saturday, which considering I didn't wear panties, and had to dress as slutty as I could, it made for a more interesting run than usual. When I was home, I adhered to the contract and remained nude except for my collar, which of course made me long for Jerome. I looked through my phone at times to view the many photos and videos he had taken of our times together, and only really caused myself to get more aroused and wild to serve him again.
By Monday morning I still had not heard from him, but I was so riled up, that what I chose to wear to work might have been a bit closer to slut than to teacher. I wore a lilac a-line dress that had a sixties style to it, but the hemline was rather short. However, what made the look just a little more slutty, other than the lack of underwear, was that I also wore a pair of purple stay up thigh highs with a lace top and my lilac heels. My look was certainly inspired by my desire to be fucked, rather than by practicality.
When I arrived at school, I momentarily regretted how I dressed, but then I realized I was covered up and that I was merely overthinking it. It also helped that when I got to my room, Jerome finally texted to inform me that I was to keep my lunch clear of any plans. I smiled as I read it, and hoped that it meant I would be seeing him soon, the simple thought of that made me gush and I knew my morning classes would drag by.
Just as I guessed, my morning seemed to creep slowly along with my only reprieve being a quick, in between classes, conversation with Cynthia, my teacher friend who has a secret life like myself. She looked stunning and slutty as I assumed her mistress was the reason she was wearing a pair of white skin-tight leggings and an oversized sweater that just covered her ass. I knew from my knowledge of their relationship that she wasn't wearing a bra or panties either. Our quick chat ended with us both giving each other sly grins, and I was back to struggle through my last class before lunch.
When my last class was finally nearing the end of the period, I had to physically hold my legs down as I sat at my desk to keep them from bouncing up and down with anticipation. The bell rang at last, and my students filed out as typical. I followed behind the last student to close the door before basically sprinting back to my desk to retrieve my phone. To my disappointment though, there was no message waiting for me. I put this off as nothing to be upset about, as Jerome was probably going to be showing up in person and didn't need to message me as he already had me keep my lunch period clear. So I sat patiently at my desk for what I hoped would be his eventual arrival. After about twenty minutes I began to fear he wasn't going to arrive and that was when I heard a knock at my door. I rushed over to open it and was happy to see Jerome grinning t me as I did. He quickly entered my room, and I shut and locked the door once he was inside.
When I turned to look back at Jerome, that is when I first noticed he was carrying a small bag with him. I watched as he went over to my desk and set the bag on top of it and then remove a small digital camera from inside. He then turned to face me while holding up the camera. As he had the first time he came to visit me in my room, he ordered me to remove my dress, which I quickly complied with even though the school was still in session. In fact, the school still being in session only added to my level of excitement; I felt so naughty. With my dress off and draped over a nearby desk, I stood in just my heels and thigh highs to await further instructions. The red light on the camera lit up and I knew he was recording me.
Jerome: So slut, why don't you tell everyone watching, where we are?
From his suggestion, I figured he wanted to roleplay that others would be watching me perform for him so I went along with it. At least I hoped it was roleplay, as the thought of others seeing me like this was exciting, it was also very dangerous. Still, that fear wasn't enough to make me stop.
Me: We are in my classroom.
Jerome: Are you a slutty teacher, or a slutty student?
Me: I'm a slutty teacher.
Jerome: What do your student's call you then?
Me: My student's call me Miss Bell.
Right after I said that the lunch bell rang to dismiss students back to class.
Jerome: Was that the bell for students Miss Bell?
Me: Yes, they just got done with lunch and are going to their classes now.
Jerome: Do you have a class now Miss Bell?
Me: No, I have an open prep period now.
Jerome: I see, so you are being a daring teacher slut getting naked while school is in session?
Me: Yes, very daring.
Jerome: Let's show the viewers that there are actually students in the school right now. That way they know you are being truthful about being a daring teacher slut.
I watched as Jerome walked past me to the door of my room with the camera in hand. He cracked the door open just enough to let the camera get a glimpse of the crowded hallway before closing the door and returning to stand in front of me at my desk. Seeing him incorporate actual students like that made me shiver at just how crazy what I was doing was. I should have been appalled at what I was doing and how I was behaving, but instead, I was feeding off of the experience.
Jerome: Is it the daring aspect that drives you to be such a slut, Miss Bell?
Me: That, and my desire to serve a big black cock.
Jerome: Oh, I see, and how to do you like to serve big black cock?
Me: I love to take it in my mouth, my cunt, and my ass. I just need to be used by it.
Jerome: Well it just so happens that I have a big black cock, would you like to serve it, Miss Bell?
Me: Yes, I would love to serve your black cock.
Jerome: Then come on over here and show me how much you want to serve.
I walked towards Jerome and the camera in a slow and seductive strut before stopping and falling to my knees in front of him.
Jerome: I see the teacher slut knows how to behave, go ahead and pull my cock out.
Not needing any other encouragement, I reached up to the waistband of his track pants and began to pull them down in the front with one hand and reaching inside with the other. I was surprised to find he wasn't wearing underwear, but not enough to stop. Grasping his semi-erect manhood, I pulled it out of his pants and held t in my hands before my face while I looked up at him and the camera.
Jerome: Is that what you want Miss Bell?
Me: Yes.
Jerome: Beg for it. Tell everyone what you want.
I began to slowly pump his cock as I looked into the camera and begged to take his big black cock in my mouth.
Me: Oh please let me suck on your big black cock. I need to feel it deep in my throat; feel the power of it as I choke on it. Please, I want your black cock so bad.
Jerome: Go ahead slut, take my cock into your mouth. Show everyone how well you suck black cock.
My mouth instantly darted to the head of his dick, giving it a long, full kiss before using my tongue to bathe his now fully erect shaft. I wanted to put on a good show for the camera and the idea that others were watching was driving me to be the best slut I could be. Soon I was taking his length into my mouth and bobbing up and down on. Slowly, I moved my mouth over his rigid cock and began to push it further towards my throat. Each time his cock reached the entrance of my throat, I would make a gagging sound as I was practically choking myself, and back off but never fully remove his pole from my mouth. After a few more minutes of filming and watching me in action, Jerome began to once again talk to me from behind the camera.
Jerome: So Miss Bell, what subject do you teach?
As I backed off of his cock to answer him, he grabbed ahold of his member with his free hand and took control of it, rubbing and slapping it onto my face as I answered and he continued to ask questions.
Me: I teach English.
Jerome: Do your students have any idea what a dirty cock sucking slut their English teacher is?
Me: No, not at all.
Jerome: Does it turn you on knowing that from now on whenever you look to this spot in your classroom, you will remember sucking my big black dick, and your students will not have a clue?
He just left his cock resting on my face as I answered.
