Hot Lesson with Teacher's Little Sister
I reached Ms. Teller's apartment for our date. I knocked on the door, eager for this. Despite enjoying the barely legal students at my college, there was something enticing about the new teacher. Young and sexy, and her playful delight in joining in the debauchery was intriguing.
The door opened to reveal Ms. Teller looking gorgeous in a sleeveless, cream-hued blouse and short, black skirt that showed off the dark nylons she wore were thigh-high stockings. Her glasses gave her this almost wholesome vibe that was at odds with her naughty outfit. Her red hair fell in glossy waves down to her shoulders, the bright hue vibrant against her outfit.
"Mr. Miller," she purred and kissed me. Her lips melted on mine. She felt so delicious against me. I groaned, my cock hard and eager for tonight.
On the couch in her living room was a smiling girl. She was maybe eighteen or nineteen with strawberry-blonde hair and wearing shorts and a tank top. She licked her lips, her green eyes the same sort of hue as Ms. Teller.
I broke the kiss and said, "Your sister? You're too young to have a daughter that age."
Ms. Teller smiled. "My little sister Debbie. She's staying with me while our parents our overseas. This way my sister can still go to her college."
"Overseas?" I asked, curious.
"Yeah, our dad works for the State Department. He's stationed at an embassy."
"Ah," I said. "Does Debbie go to our college."
"No, no," said Ms. Teller. "Sadly for her, she doesn't have the best teacher to help her out. But she's a good girl." My date took my arm. "Shall we?"
I smiled at her and escorted her down the stairs of her apartment complex to my car. I opened the door for her, and she slid into my Tesla. I moved around and popped into the driver's side. The engine was already on, hardly making a sound.
"You have no idea how exciting this is," said Ms. Teller. "I was starting to fear you never would ask me out."
I backed out of the parking spot and said, "Really? You were interested in me before today?"
"I wouldn't be out on a date with you," she said, rolling her eyes. "I thought I was being so obvious. I kept coming up to say hi. Why do you think I walked in on you teaching Veronica. I was hoping to flirt with you. Kept hoping you would realize the signals I was putting out. You might be a great teacher, but you're a little oblivious about other things."
I chuckled. "I was a little worried about Dean Brown's sexual harassment policies. But it worked out. That's what matters."
"Mmm, yes," Ms. Teller purred, crossing her legs. She had such gorgeous legs. Her thighs were toned and looking gorgeous in those black nylons. Her calves were shapely. Her flowery perfume filled my nose with the sweetness. "I'm glad it did. I learned so much today."
I winked at her.
So had I. That belt had changed everything. It seemed like if it was in the name of teaching, I could do whatever I wanted. I could make anything happen. It was such an interesting ability. It had corrupted me so fast.
They were right. Absolute power...
I had used it to fuck those girls. To make one of them my live-in sex slave. I would give Cassandra Ruiz an education that she would never forget. It made my dick so hard just thinking of what I would do to my students tomorrow.
The next day.
I could knock them up. Get them to produce amateur porn. There was no limits to what I could do. It was so insane. Where had this belt come from? I had so many questions for Darcy. My mind burst with them.
She needed to let me know about so much.
I pulled into the restaurant, Sakura. It was a delicious sushi restaurant. I climbed out and helped Ms. Teller out of the car. I escorted the gorgeous redhead inside. We were soon seated at our table, menus of various sushi and sashimi before us.
"I had this idea about how to apply your technique to my class," said Ms. Teller. "I've been thinking about it all day. It's got me quite wet."
"Oh?" I asked. "What?"
"Well, the girl who gets the worst score on a test gets fucked by the boy, or boys, with the best," she said. "I think that's a good reward for them."
"I like it. If she's doing bad, she's not going to be that good for much more than a whore," I said. "Get her used to it as soon as possible."
"Exactly!" Ms. Teller exclaimed. She had this bright smile on her lips. It dazzled. "But I don't know what to do for the girl who does the best. Maybe I could eat her pussy?"
"And fuck her with a strap-on," I suggested to her. "You know, really ram that fake dick into her and pound her pussy. Let her know that her teacher rewards her."
"That's so perfect," said Ms. Teller. "I have to get a strap-on."
"I know a place you can," I said, remembering being there just a few hours ago with Cassandra.
"Oh, you are just such a treasure trove, Mr. Miller," she said. "Mmm, and how did your meeting go with the dean?"
I told Ms. Teller about how eager the dean was to punish the students, especially the boys. "I think she'll want every problem boy sent to her office so she can spank them then give them her encouragement."
"Older women do love their young men," said Ms. Teller, rolling her eyes. "Though if her husband was half the man you are." She winked at me.
I grinned back at her.
Our food came. She fumbled with the chopsticks that sushi came with in this cute way, struggling to get them to her mouth until I just had to come to her rescue. I picked up her roll and held it out for her. She snagged it and groaned.
The sushi was amazing. I was always glad to come here, and sharing it with a beautiful woman was perfect. I loved that so much. She licked her lips when she finished and stared at me with these hungry eyes.
"What are you thinking?" I asked her.
"Well," she said, "I was thinking I need some pro instruction on giving blowjobs. Maybe you could help teach me."
"Right here?" I asked, my heart beating.
