She looked down at me. She seemed to think for a moment and then she nodded. She understood.
And suddenly, she slapped my face. Hard. I drew a deep breath.
“Thank you.”
She slapped me again. I breathed hard. I would take this. I wanted it.
“Thank you.”
She slapped again – really hard! I knocked me back off my knees so I had to crawl back up again. I was breathing very hard now.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you WHAT?” And she slapped me again. I yelped. I felt bad about it immediately afterwards, but I couldn’t help it. My cheek was on fire. I gasped. What should I call her? Not Mistress. Not Mistress,
“Thank you, Miss.” Yes – that was the right thing to call her. She seemed pleased.
“Now, worship my cock, you bitch.”
“Yes, Miss.”
I kissed all along her cock. Little kisses, almost worshipping it. Then long licks. Then I opened my mouth and took it. She started to pump it in and out of my mouth. She was fucking my mouth. My student was fucking my mouth. I was her fuck bitch and she was fucking my mouth.
“Get on the bed! On all fours!”
I climbed on the bed and waited. She came up behind me.
“I’m going to fuck you like a bitch in heat. Which is all you are. What are you?”
“I’m a bitch, Miss! I’m a bitch in heat!”
“You bet you are.”
And suddenly she reached forward and grabbed my hair, jerking my head back. I could feel her fingers on my cunt, rubbing me, entering me, her finger sliding inside me. A second finger. A third??
“Beg for it, bitch!”
“Please Miss! Please fuck me! Please fuck your teacher! I’m a whore! I’m a bitch! I’m your bitch, Miss! Please fuck me like the dog I am!”
Her cock was in me. She was thrusting it into me.
“Say it!”
“Thank you, Miss! Thank you! I’m a bitch! I’m a teacher bitch! My cunt is all for you! Please fuck me!!”
She did. Oh, she did. We slept well that night.