Teacher Undressed Ch. 03

"Are you a hot bitch on heat? Do you want your reward now?" he teased.

The way he spoke to his teacher was outrageous! His confidence with her had soared. It was said without considering that she was a grown woman, and he was just an eighteen year old student.

"Yes! Please, William," she sighed heavily.

He pushed her up off his chest, for her breasts to hang in his face. He sucked on a nipple, then the other. Holding her up, he bit her nipples. She let out little mewling noises of pleasure. Again he was reminded of a pet cat. Dropping her next to him, he kissed down her body. He was on top now, with a determination to remorselessly work her up to a climax.

He caressed her thighs with tongue and fingertips. The teasing light touches had her breathing heavy, with deep sighs.

"Please, William, please!" she implored him.

"What do you want, May," he asked, meaning to taunt her into admitting how excited she was.

"You, William, I want you!" she pleaded.

He wished he hadn't let her suck him off, as he wasn't ready yet, and she couldn't wait. He had to remind himself not to actually do it to her. It would be too dangerous to fuck a teacher. Pushing her thighs further apart he blew upon her sex. She trembled, and tried to pull her legs together. It was his turn to lay between them, and he was determined to make her cum.

He licked a thigh, travelled up between her lips, and bit upon a swollen bud. Hearing her yelps of pleasure encouraged him. With a wide open mouth he covered her entire sex, and sucked hard.

"Oh! William, William!" she moaned, over and over.

When delving into her vagina with his tongue, she became silent. A whoosh of breath was followed by guttural, animal like sounds.

"Yes! More!" she murmured.

"Tell me, Miss Grant," he taunted. William realised too late the mistake. May was his to command, whereas, Miss Grant was his teacher.

"William! What are you doing? Oh, God! No! I'm nearly, no, I mustn't, stop it!" Miss Grant shouted.

William thrust his tongue and a finger into her vagina. A finger had been teasing her asshole, which he now eased into her bottom.

"Please don't! You mustn't, I'm your teacher, please stop it!" Miss Grant ground out a protest, between clenched teeth.

William heard the complaint, but was encouraged to find she wasn't struggling to become free. Rather, she lifted and wriggled her hips, helping him probe her ass and pussy. Two fingers on both hands were pushed up inside her body, as far as possible. She squirmed upon them, breathing heavily from a deep arousal. She started to pant in time with the exploring fingers working her hard.

It was a shock to come around in such a heated state of arousal. To find it was a student finger fucking her was frightening. Yet, she was too worked up to resist! Her entire body was wringing out every sensation produced by those devious fingers. She helplessly squirmed in harmony with their every move.

"It's wrong, I mustn't, please stop!" she whimpered.

"You don't want me to stop now," he stated.

"No! Yes! Don't make me, Oh!" she yelped, on feeling a thumb rub her clitoris.

"You're hot and so near, tell me," he demanded.

"Yes! Oh God, please! I'm so close! You mustn't," she weakly protested.

"You're my teacher slut. You want to cum, teacher slut! Tell me," he demanded a reply. He pressed her hard button and pushed hard up her bottom. He twisted two fingers in her pussy, eliciting a loud wail. The sound of it migth be from pain, but it was from arousal.

"Yes! I'm your teacher! I'm a slut teacher! Please let me orgasm!" she pleaded, with a shameful cry.

He pushed his face into her crotch to suck on her lips, drawing them into his mouth, biting on them. His fingers were still wriggling inside.

"My God! Oh! Yes!" she hissed.

Her legs stiffened. A spasm of tension pulled at her stomach muscles. Ripples of sensations fluttered from her tummy through her torso. Her breasts felt hot, her nipples burned, and nerve endings fired all the way to her finger tips. Her toes curled, with even the soles of her feet becoming oversensitive.

As her breathing began to calm down, she managed to whisper.

"How did this happen? What have you done to me? It's wrong. We shouldn't have!" Miss Grant quietly stated.

She took a deep breath, trying hard to come to terms with the tangle of emotions.

"How did this happen? Did I start this bad thing? It's my fault isn't it! You must help me, William," Miss Grant moaned.

"Shall I spank you, Miss Grant? For being naughty," he teased.

"Yes! Punish me! I've been so bad," she cried.

William turned her over and loudly slapped her ass. She wasn't under the influence of hypnosis at the moment, but it was still there, in her subconscious. Spanking his teacher was outrageous and thrilling. Three strokes of his hand had her ass reddening. His hand rested rudely on her red cheeks, after each smack.

After the ninth, his fingers delved between her cheeks, to find how slippery her lips were. Miss Grant had been moaning with each slap, seeming to enjoy it. While he spanked her, he considered how the hypnosis was spilling over, and affecting her conscious mind.

She had another orgasm, not so violent as the previous one. He rested both hands on her bottom, gently stroking it, and between her thighs.

"William, please don't tell anyone about this. It's got to be our secret! You've, err, punished me enough. Let me up, please," she firmly said.

His teacher was regaining her composure, or as much as was possible under the circumstances. Her mind was in a whirl of anguish. A young student had given her two orgasms! How in hell had he got her naked on her bed?

"May!" he firmly said, hoping she heard him.

There was no answer. He was relieved to see her body relax, shedding tension and doubt. A smile broke out on her face.

"William! Thank you, oh, thank you!" May hoarsely whispered.

"Did you enjoy your reward for following my instructions?" he asked.

"Thank you, thank you so much," she smiled at him. "Thank you for a wonderful orgasm. Two orgasms! I'll try so very hard to do as I'm told. If I don't please you, you must punish me with a spanking," she said, looking demurely at him through lowered eyes. "Thank you for rewarding me so nicely. I'm so grateful for your help, William," she poured out a flood of heartfelt emotion.

He clambered up the bed to lay beside her. He wrapped her up in his arms, and smothered her face with kisses.

"I'll look after you, May," he warmly told her.

"Thank you, William. I keep doing wrong, so you must decide everything for me. I'm so grateful for your help. I'll do anything you say," she thoughtfully said.

She sounded so sincere and pathetically reliant upon him, he really did want to keep her safe. He again thought of keeping her for himself. The problem was, what to do about the others. If they were cut out of the game, they might inform on him. He would have to be careful.

He wanted to go all the way with her, but that couldn't happen, just yet. If what happened in class was discovered, they might get away with just being expelled. If what he did just now was revealed, it could be considered assault, or worse. He looked into her eyes, studying her. She was so beautiful and vulnerable. He would have find a way to protect her, and keep her for himself.