Author's note: This isn't the tone that I plan on taking the story into, but I thought it was an interesting idea. I hope you'll agree.
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Things were going very well so far. When I was eighteen I'd made a list of ten girls I was determined to sleep with. Only a few weeks had gone by and I went from being a virgin to having a very active sex life.
I'd slept with Amy and Megan, the two hottest cheerleaders at my school. I'd also slept with my friend Mindy, and later bedded her beautiful mother, Dee. Now it was time to check the fifth woman off of my list.
One morning during first period math class Mindy passed a note to me as I'd instructed her to. Instead of trying to be sly, she passed it in a very deliberate and visible way and the teacher saw it.
Our teacher walked over and asked for the note before I could look at it. This was just as I'd planned.
The appropriately named Ms. Candy was a beautiful, raven-haired math teacher in her mid-thirties. She was busty and taller-than-average, with a tight figure that drove all of her male students, and a few of her female students, wild. She had pale white skin, thin glasses, and dressed professionally but in a "younger" way than most of the teachers. She always wore dark-colored skirts and high heels.
We occasionally saw a softer side of her, but she usually presented herself as very stern or strict.
Ms. Candy took the note that Mindy had passed to me out of my hand and went back to her desk to read it. She kept her face very controlled as she skimmed it over, and then she slid it in a drawer.
The bell rang a few minutes later, and the other students started to file out of the room. She said, very teacherly, "Nick, I want you to stop by here after school for a moment. I'm concerned about something."
She said it a serious tone that made me worry that I'd made a big miscalculation.
The day went by and, as requested, I showed up in the classroom after school. It was just me and the stern-faced teacher.
"Sit down, Nick," she said and I took a desk in the front row. She sat in front of me on top of her desk, crossing her long, pale legs.
"I wanted to talk to you about a note that Mindy was passing to you. Some of the content was very school-inappropriate and I wanted to hear what you had to say about it."
"I haven't seen the note yet, ma'am; I don't know what it says."
She picked up the note that was sitting on her desk.
"It reads, 'I love the pictures you took of me blowing your gigantic cock. Do I suck your huge dick better than Amy or Megan?' Clearly I'm concerned, Nick, if what this letter says is true."
Nobody said anything for an awkward minute.
"I'd think you'd better show it to me."
"Ma'am?"
"Take your dick out."
I didn't say anything; I just went for my zipper and pulled my cock out through my fly. I wasn't hard, but now that I knew Ms. Candy wanted to see it, it was growing fast.
"Young man, that's very impressive," she said, still speaking in her "teacher" tone.
She stood up and walked towards me. My Math teacher grabbed a handful of my thick shaft in her hand and sank down to her knees.
"It's perfect," she said, softening her voice and running her eyes over my member. "It's big, and thick, and it's just like—"
She stopped her sentence and didn't say anything for a second.
"I've been wondering what I was going to tell you all day, Nick, if what that letter said about your dick was true; and it sure looks like it is. I think I have to just be honest with you, even though I could end up getting fired for this. I don't have any choice but to open up to you in a way that a teacher should not talk to a student.
"I've only seen one cock like this before, and it belonged to my ex-husband. I tell everybody that I left him, but it isn't true. He treated me bad; he even smacked me around some. He cheated on me with countless women and didn't bother keeping it a secret from me. He would call me crude names in front of his friends, too, and things like that.
"Like I said, though, he left me. The pathetic things is that I miss being with him and I'd take him back in a second, because nobody's ever been able to fuck me like he could.
"He had a giant dick just like this one," my teacher said as I grew larger in her hand, "and he could pound me so well that I could tolerate everything else. He could make me come dozens of times in a row, so I didn't care how he treated me. I was more like a possession of his than a wife.
"One time I had my sisters over and I was cooking dinner for all of us. He carried both of them to our marital bed and fucked them with the door open while I made supper and tried not to cry. I had to listen to the three of them fuck for an hour before they stumbled out of the bedroom. He didn't even get dressed. He left his prize out while he ate and stroked it. And, even though they'd just gotten the best fucking of their lives, both of my sisters looked at me like I was pathetic the way I let him do whatever he wanted, and the way he was in complete control of me.
"The weird part is that I respected him for using me. He was a dominant male; a bad boy. I let him do whatever he wanted to me, and I miss being treated like that.
"God, I can't believe I'm telling you all of this." She still had my dick in her hands, and was slowly stroking it as she talked. "In the year since he left me I've been trying to fill the void, and it's turning me into a slut."
Her lip quivered a little here.
"I've had so many one night stands trying to find another guy with a dick like this and they've all been duds. None of them have given me what I need.
"Now I've found you, though.
"So here's my proposal, Nick. As long as nobody at school will find out about it, why don't you come to my apartment for supper tonight? You can do whatever you want while you're there, so don't think of me like your teacher. I want you to treat me like a skank or a piece of trash, as long as you fuck me well."
With that, she got up off of her knees and exited the room, leaving me hard as a rock. This was proving to be my easiest conquest yet. Without really even having to try I was going to fuck my sexy teacher.
I spent the next few hours trying to work myself into the right frame of mind. I'd never gotten that rough with a woman before, but I was going to try to play the role that Ms. Candy was expecting.
I showed up at her apartment door that evening and knocked loudly. She answered the door quickly but I still snapped at her, "Were you planning on making me wait out here all night?"
"I'm so sorry," she said apologetically.
She was still dressed in the clothes she'd worn to work, a black skirt and a shiny purple blouse. She had let her jet-black hair down, though, from the bun it was in earlier.
"I'm glad you didn't bother cleaning up for me," I said, referencing her appearance in a sarcastic tone.
"You don't think I look good?"
"I think you could look better."
Before we even walked into her apartment, the first thing I did was smack her ass as hard as I could. Just that one blow probably left a red mark on her rump.
She had a nice apartment. It was small, but the things inside seemed expensive. It was very brightly lit, with lots of white and grey decorations. I could hear some food frying in the kitchen.
"Did you have a good day?" she asked.
