Hot for Teacher - Hypnosis App

"Here we are," Karina said with a tiny lilt in her tone, as she fished in her purse for her keys.

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For Touma, at least, the walk wasn't entirely uneventful. He had his phone out several times whenever Ms. Sukunai was paying more attention to what was going on around her than to the large boy walking behind her. He didn't get the chance to send too many commands, but first and foremost he keyed in a command to make their private study session more relaxing.

It's stifling in your work clothing. When you get home, you want to change into something comfortable that shows off your body.

This was rather swiftly followed up by another suggestion.

When you see Touma looking at you, it will excite you.

The one-two punch would certainly set the stage for further, more indecent suggestions. Touma smiled to himself as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. They had already reached her home. "Oh, you have a very nice house, Ms. Sukunai. It's just you here, then? No fiance or husband? I would have thought that you would be innundated with marriage proposals." He gave a little awkward laugh. Part of him wanted her to say she was unattached. Though the thought of her being so and what he would do anyway was a bit of a thrill.

It was getting hard to hide his own excitement, as his slacks were definitely straining slightly with his arousal. The large boy did try to hide it, but now that they had walked all this way, it was painfully obvious. Even as he held his book bag slightly in front of him against one thigh. Despite his devious desires, he was still an eighteen year-old virgin. And he had no idea just how large he was compared not just to other boys his age, but men in general. He'd just realized how awkward it was to be aroused in... well, semi-public.

When she had opened the door, Touma moved forward to enter, though he misjudged how quickly Ms. Sukunai would push open the door. In the closeness he couldn't help but brush his hardened shaft against her plush backside. The accident had Touma inhaling sharply as he pulled back, getting a rather good whiff of his teacher's very pleasant scent in the process. "I... I'm sorry. I'm a bit of a klutz sometimes."

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A familiar, pleasant lethargy began to settle into Karina's bones. It had been a good, full day, and she was ready to relax. Preferably in something a little less tight. More breathable. Not that she minded wearing the blouse and pants, but professional clothes and home clothes did not mesh well together, or in any other situation. The conversation picked up while she dug around for her keys underneath the book satchel on her shoulder, which helped distract her enough to begin really forgetting about the fact that this was going to be work. It was more like helping a friend. Something wholesome and enjoyable, shared in comfort, preferably over light drinks. The thought elicited a happy little hum from her throat.

"I appreciate that, Touma; and yes, I'm single." She gave a friendly, somewhat self-deprecating laugh. "I know, I know. Hard to believe. But for me, it just hasn't happened yet. Not to say I'm not looking, or anything... but right now, career comes first. It's a little stressful sometimes when you've only got a couple years under your belt as an actual teacher." 'But quite a bit more than that above the belt,' she added mentally, and smirked privately to herself.

She was jarred from her momentary reverie, just as she felt the familiar texture of metal against her fingers and began extracting the keys, when something firm and warm brushed up against her rear. Karina's expression froze, and her hand faltered a moment, but she managed to place the key into the lockplate on autopilot regardless. The sound of Touma's rapid retreat made it obvious that he'd noticed, too. Whatever words she was about to say became stuck in her throat. She slowly turned her head, and regarded him with curiously blinking eyes. To her credit, she didn't even blush.

"It's... don't worry, please," she settled for instead, letting her otherwise automatic tell-off fade unsaid back into her subconscious. She didn't even need to glance down at his pants. "I wouldn't have brought you out here if I was worried," she added reassuringly. And it was true. She'd be a hypocrite to care about simple contact, even if it was like... that, because she'd all but given him a massage already.

'It's... just a good indicator... that he's focused on me, and that means I'll be able to guide him through the problems easier.'

Karina turned her head just in time to stop him seeing the blush threatening to blossom on her cheeks. She idly brushed a lock of her blonde hair out of her face, and rubbed it between her fingers before hooking it back behind her ear. Then she finished unlocking the door, and led the way inside.

A wave of soothing comfort blossomed at the top of her spine at the familiar scents and sights of her home. The front door opened straight into the living room, with a clear line of sight to the dining room/kitchen combo just behind a dividing wall. Everything was done in warm, earthy colors, matching or accenting Karina's blouse, and adding vibrance to her golden hair.

"Please, make yourself at home," she said warmly, then gently took his hand to usher him inside. "I need to go freshen up for a moment before we start. There's water -- oh, and some tea, in the fridge if you want. Feel free to set everything on the couch, I'll be back soon." She said the last on the move, feeling the blush taking hold on her face the moment she let go of his large, heavy fingers and slipped away, making for the spiraling staircase that led up to her bedroom.

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Touma moved in behind her. A part of him was glad for her reaction. She hadn't recoiled from him when his arousal had pressed against the soft curves of her backside. But at the same time, Touma couldn't forget the feel of it. She was so soft. His embarrassment was real, but at the same time his excitement was practically throbbing. If he wasn't careful, he'd end up in a bad situation before he could get any relief.

Touma followed Ms. Sukunai into her home, his face turning a brighter shade of red as she curled her small hand around his much larger one to tug him over the threshold. "T... Thanks, Ms. Sukunai. You're always so nice to me. I appreciate it. I really do." He smiled to her as she departed for the stairs, and his eyes followed her all the way up. The spiral no doubt showed her he was watching her as she ascended. Even if she caught him staring, he only blushed but didn't look away.

When she finally disappeared upstairs, Touma set down his backpack and looked to the kitchen for the moment. He contemplated going to get something to drink. But his eyes turned towards the stairs again.

She was just up there. Changing.

His heart pounding, and with how swollen and aroused he was, he wasn't thinking with his right mind. Slowly, he crept towards the staircase, curling his fingers over the railing. He slowly put his foot on the metal to test it. A part of him wondered if it would hold. But he figured it had to be strong enough. He began to creep up the stairs, very slowly, and, he thought, stealthily. However, his weight caused the stairs to creak in a way that could only mean the large Touma was climbing the stairs. He did his best to prevent any banging from his footsteps, but it didn't take long for him to reach a point where his head could clear the second floor. Standing halfway up the stairwell, he had a view of the open plan of her second story. He could see everything just by peeking his head up through the stairwell.

Touma was practically seeing stars, his heart was pounding so fast. He'd never seen a naked woman in the flesh. And here he was going to see his crush. Despite his best efforts, his breathing was heavy. There was no way that Ms. Sukunai would not know that her student was peeking on her, trying to get an unobstructed view of her beautiful, naked flesh.

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Karina cleared the last few steps leading to her room in a near-rush, finally letting her breath out in a woosh of released anxiety. This was... going places. She wasn't sure where. Her instincts told her it hadn't been a mistake bringing Touma over, but the fact now was that she wasn't alone, which meant she still had expectations to fulfill despite now being off work. But the expectations were still... well, still somewhat the same, as she was teaching a student, but different. Not like the times she had tea with one of the overworked teacher's aides who needed to decompress with her sympathetic ear as backup.

Glad that no one could see the conflicted display of emotions on her face, Karina nonetheless frowned all the way to her dresser, upon which she laid her hands flat, and took several slow, steadying breaths.

"Okay... okay. Steady, Kari," she whispered quietly to herself. Part of her wasn't even sure why she was worrying at all, which was the most aggravating thing. She was far too comfortable with this for such a new, and -- she blushed again -- naughty way to spend her time. Personal favor for a struggling student? If anyone found out, his classmates would tear into him for being a teacher's pet, and her own colleagues probably wouldn't sit next to her at lunch break anymore. This was dangerous.

But... that was the thing. No one had to find out. No one needed to know what went on now, or had a right to know, since it was all behind the walls and closed doors of her home, safe and secure in a controlled environment. Everything that happened now was up to her. Now if she could just steady her fluttering heart that kept leaping in bouts of excitement every time she thought of bending the rules for him so he could succeed. Karina sucked in a deep breath, and let her eyes droop shut. She let it out slowly a few seconds later, then raised her hands up to her blouse, and began to unbutton the front. As she did so, she suddenly realized just how confining the darn thing really was. It was tight enough to hug her womanly curves with ease while still being comfortable, but there was just something about it now that made her want to get it off as soon as possible. Maybe because it was too professional. Maybe it reminded her of work, which she was trying to forget about and shuck off right now, so she could do things her way for a change.

She finished undoing the blouse in record time, almost aggressively tugging the hem out of her pantline, and flung the heavy thing off to the side with a defiant huff. Her breasts welcomed their newfound freedom, sticking up proudly through her snug, yet still tight bra.

In that moment, Karina heard the unmistakable sound of the stairs creaking behind her. Then, eyes practically boring into her back.

She didn't freeze. She was blushing too hotly for any ice to take hold in her body now. Karina stood there in silence, as her thoughts whispered to her in silky-smooth, conspiratorial voices.

'He's... peeking... on me. He knows it's bad... and I know too... but... somehow, it feels right...?' Maybe she was just getting into the feeling of having total control over the situation? 'In that case,' she reasoned to herself, 'There's no harm in a little show... just to make him pay close attention later...'

Her rationalizations faded into the growing fog in her mind as she seized the lining of her lounge pants, and began to wiggle her hips side to side, shaking her plump, smooth rump out of the tight fabric. As more of her skin became exposed, a red pair of panties matching her bra came into view, tightly hugging between her legs and giving definition to the mounds of womanflesh that capped the smooth valley of her back.

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Touma's breathing only increased as he watched Ms. Sukunai at her wardrobe. He saw her fling her blouse across the room, and he inhaled sharply as the move sent her breasts jiggling and the fabric of her top fluttered through the air to land on her bed. His lower lip caught between his teeth, and his arousal was almost painful as his shaft strained against his school slacks.

And then Touma practically had a heart attack. The pounding in his chest was so intense that when she grabbed hold of her waistband and pushed it down from her hips, thrusting her backside towards him like that. His eyes bulged. Touma didn't know quite what to expect when he had crept up to her room. If he'd been thinking rationally, he would have realized she was showing off to him. But so much of his blood had rushed from his brain to satisfy the needs of certain other regions, and he was too fixated on his teacher's rounded backside to make much sense of anything.

Touma found himself fumbling in his pocket as he fished out his phone. Touma only glanced down at the screen a few times as he typed out the message, trying to hide the device from view. It was very difficult pulling his eyes away from Ms. Sukunai's curves, flawless and perfect in his eyes. He could picture himself licking her all over and spending hours exploring her flesh. He nearly misspelled his command as he tapped it out half-blind.

Touma is very handsome. Seeing him excited only gets you more excited.

He swallowed heavily as he sent the command. The second the confirmation came through, his eyes locked right back onto the voluptuous teacher as she changed.

Seeing here there wearing only her underwear, Touma couldn't help himself. His hand crept down to the front of his slacks, and he adjusted himself. Though he couldn't stop just there, slowly stroking his fingers along his shaft through his slacks. He tried to hide it, of course, but that was impossible. She'd see his arm moving and the way his eyes burned into her flesh. He wasn't full on masturbating, but he was more excited than any horny teenage boy had ever been before in the history of teenage boys. And she was the cause.

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Karina's fingers found the clip of her bra behind her back, and she undid it in short order, then let the flimsy garment flop to the dresser below. Her bulging tits were quick to follow, spilling happy and free into thin air. She let out a breathy giggle, and tenderly enveloped each breast in the palms of her hands. With some surprise, she noticed that her nipples were standing up, something that usually only happened when she was aroused. They were sensitive enough to send excited jolts of pleasure up her spine, and she felt her breath catch more than once as she gave each hefty orb of smooth flesh the kneading they deserved.

"Poor girls... sorry to keep you so cooped up all day, but I know no work would get done in class if I didn't," she said in a low voice, just loud enough to be heard from the stairs. "I won't do it any more this evening, okay? Mmm... yeah, I think a nice houserobe will do good for you... all rich and snuggly and soft..."

With that, she bent down a little, letting her back arch and her butt stick out prominently, wiggling in exaggerated left-right motions while she fiddled in the drawers. If Touma squinted enough, he might be able to catch a tantalizing flash of her naked breasts swinging just barely into view as she moved, before hiding themselves again behind her back. Knowing how excited the maneuvers must be making him added a thrill to her otherwise usual routine; a red-hot, spicy thrill that she could only figure came with being able to pull the heartstrings of the teenagers in her class as easily as puppets. Yet Karina was far too good-hearted to actually use that for any real malice. All of this was... to help him, right? Realistically, she knew that being so distracted by his teacher's body to really focus on homework probably didn't do him many favors... but also, she knew that this wasn't the classroom. This was Karina's home. There were no deadlines, no goals, no observers. Nothing aside from the two of them, and nothing between building a lasting rapport of trust between them.

Karina raised herself back up a short minute later, giving a happy "Ah!" as she produced a pure white, fuzzy houserobe that looked a little too heavy for her smallish frame. Which it was. She really had to cinch the sash tight around her waist to get it to stay on right. Still, it was worth it just to feel all of that fluffy snugglyness against her skin. She swept it around her nearly-naked body in a flourish, concealing everything but her head with a woosh and a heavy drape of fabric on her shoulders. Once her arms were secure in the sleeves, she took an extra moment in doing the sash to tie it up in a neat ribbon bow. She left out the bra, allowing her breasts to swing free in the loose press of fuzz all over her chest.

"I can do this...!" she said a little louder, her tone filled with confidence. She began moving as if to turn around to the stairs, but suddenly stopped, and began finger-combing her hair back and to the sides, tucking the stray locks behind her ears.

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As Touma watched the scene before him, he couldn't take his eyes away. Ms. Sukunai was so enticing, his young gaze was boring into her so hard he was afraid she'd drop dead. Or worse, catch him standing there, looking at her naked body as his hand rubbed against his shaft in his eager desperation. When she freed her breasts, the boy nearly fainted. Those heavy orbs, full and soft and plump. His mouth was watering with his desire to suckle upon them as if he were a child. That teasing wiggle of her hips and the regretful covering of her robe left him practically panting like a dog. It was too much. He had to stop his self-attention after he felt a small wet spot form on the front of his slacks. With a shuddering breath, he pulled his hand away, just at that edge, mostly from watching his teacher's unknown to him, deliberate strip show.

As she turned towards him, pausing just briefly, Touma backed off, retreating down the stairs. His heart was still pounding so loud he could hear it. This was all too much for the poor boy. He hadn't dared imagine that it would actually reach this point. He had expected the device to fail completely. Touma turned towards the kitchen then, and hurried over to pull open the fridge and fetch both him and his teacher a glass of water. Touma drank half of his in a few huge gulps to try to cool some of the fires of his young lust. It didn't do any good. When he returned to the sofa, he sat down heavily. Touma pulled out his phone and stared at the screen for a moment.

He wasn't going to last much longer at this rate. Inhaling deeply, his fingers trembled as he tapped out his next command. He was growing desperate.

Touma is far too aroused to focus. He needs some release or he will never succeed.

The wet spot on the front of his slacks would be proof enough of that. He hoped the leap wouldn't be too great. Clicking the Send button, he stuffed his phone once more into his pocket. Beads of sweat had formed on his pudgy face as he reached into his backpack to fish out his math assignment, flipping it open to the page he had been working on in class.

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A knowing smile flickered on Karina's face when she heard the light thump-thump-thump coming from the stairwell. 'Success,' she thought, snickering to herself. Her eyes fell back to the dresser, and in particular upon a tiny little crystal bottle filled with pink liquid standing on a small tray to the side. She picked it up in one slender hand, and grinned as she brought it up to eye level.