Our kiss broke off and we were left, panting, looking at each other, no longer shy about the lust in each others’ eyes. “Does this mean… do you have… a…” I uneasily started.
“Shut up,” Ms. Wagner commanded. She undid my seatbelt and then opened her door, motioning to the back seat. Nervously, I followed her, finding her already sitting in the middle of the three-person seat when I opened the door on my side of the car.
She was looking it me like she was an animal, and I was a piece of meat. I was hers. “Sit on me,” she simply commanded, in this new husky voice of hers. Nervous yet excited, I complied, shutting the door behind me as I somewhat awkwardly maneuvered in the car to sit on her lap. Once I was on, she smiled hungrily and gave me a peck on the cheek.
“Good girl,” she purred.
My legs were on either side of her. I bet she could have felt that particular throb my pussy gave when she said that. “Ms. Wagner, I-”
She held up a finger, silencing me immediately. “When we’re here, like this, you call me Amy. Not by my teacher name. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“We can stop any time you want to, and the next time you call me by that name I will stop immediately and finish driving you home. But until then, you are going to be mine, and you’re going to satisfy me. Do you understand?”
I could have fucking melted right then and there. “Yes,” I practically moaned.
“That’s my good girl.” She pulled me into her. I thought she was going for another kiss on the lips but instead she dove into my neck and sensuously licked her way up my neck. I moaned and practically writhed on top of her, my legs turning to jelly. “Oh my goddd, M- Amy…” I moaned, making sure to abide by her rules.
She pulled away from my neck and smiled mischievously at me, before kissing me on the lips again. Her arms slipped around my back as her tongue invaded my mouth, and she claimed me fully. This felt so right, so perfect. Instinctively, I started grinding on top of her, and she let out a little moan of approval, which only made me grind with more passion. My hands roamed all over her, from trying to get behind her (which didn’t work, with her sitting against the seat and all) to clumsily running up and down her body, to obsessively running my hands through her hair, making out all the while. Our heads turned in sync with each other, learning to match each other’s movements perfectly. It was animalistic, yet also tender. I loved her.
Our bodies were mashing up against each other now, and I knew clearly well that this is what true intimacy was like. This is why everyone at school wouldn’t shut up about sex. This was why everyone wanted to bone Ms. Wagner, and some bragged they did. And I was the only one lucky enough to have claimed that. Unless…
I broke the kiss, my hands still running lovingly through their hair. “Have you… done this… with a student… before?” I asked between pants.
She bit her lip and smirked at me, shaking her head like I was such a naughty, desirable thing. “I hope it wouldn’t change a thing between us if I had,” she purred, her voice taking on this sexy, seductive tone. “But for the record, no I haven’t. And I never will.” She winked at me and gave me another kiss on the lips.
“Oh, Amy…” I moaned, with her diving into my neck again, this time leaving kisses and bites along her way. “This has been… everything I’ve dreamed of…”
“Mmm, so you’ve been dreaming about me?” she asked between bites.
“Almost on a nightly basis,” I honestly confessed.
“Such a naughty girl,” she reflected. “And what else happened in these dreams of ours?”
“We, uh… went further…” I felt myself turning pink.
She once again raised her gaze to meet mine, still giving me that sexy smirk. “I don’t know how far we’re going to go here,” she told me honestly. “But, I have an idea.”
I was kind of disappointed to hear that, and didn’t want to overthink about the what if’s, like ‘what if this was our only time,’ so I tried to push that to the back of my mind. “What’s that?” I asked.
In answer, she grinned at me, and started undoing her blouse. “Bear with me, I haven’t done this while someone was sitting on top of me in a car in half a decade,” she laughed. I wasn’t crazy into chests, but like hell I was going to tell that to the woman who was about to bare her breasts for me. With surprising grace, after undoing her blouse, she did some sort of trick in under a minute that resulted in her removing her bra with her blouse only half-off. At that point, her breasts came into view.
So, to be honest, she somehow pulled off making them look smaller than they actually were when she was in teacher mode. They were, in a word, large.
And, in another… gorgeous.
“What do you think? Just like your fantasies?” she laughed, shoving her chest out at me.
I was hypnotized. “Way better,” I mumbled, staring at her beautiful big areolae and puffy, enticing nipples. Her breasts were so large, so appetizing. I just wanted to reach out and touch them.
“They’re not just for show, my pet,” she smirked. The smirk disappeared immediately. “Is ‘pet’ okay? Would you prefer something else?”
I gave a singular guilty chuckle. “Do I get to request?”
“It’s why I’m asking,” she replied in a sing-song voice.
“So, um, I really like ‘good girl,’ but when you’re ordering me around…” I mumbled the word really quietly.
“What was that?”
“Slut.” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.
Her smirk turned into a grin. “I have underestimated you,” she mumbled, mainly to herself. “Touch my tits, slut.”
Trying to stop my hands from shaking, I lightly touched the outer edges of both of her boobs, making her flinch and chuckle. I guess my touch was too delicate and I tickled her. With more confidence, I wrapped my hands around her large boobs and lightly squeezed, realizing I was on completely unfamiliar ground here. I couldn’t even have tested these techniques on myself, given my nonexistent boobs. Not like Amy’s. Amy’s boobs were so large, so hefty, so… sexy. I listened closely for her vocal reactions and when she’d sigh happily, and continued doing that. Amy had closed her eyes and leaned her head back, so I got bold. With one of my hands remaining on her boob, I craned my neck forward and gave her neck a kiss of my own. As payback.
The effect was immediate. It would appear she had a weakness for neck kisses. Keeping up my hand’s action on her boob, and resuming my grinding on her, I began to lick her neck sensually, then kissed, then bite.
She winced. “Don’t leave marks,” she commanded. I would have liked to banter with her, but there were about a hundred good reasons not to, so, fair enough. I continued to softly nibble and kiss at her neck, although a part of my mind was now thinking about how hot it would be to leave marks on her neck. To claim her for myself.
With a naughty smile, I realized there was a way to do that without her other students knowing. Removing my hand from her boob, I left a trail of kisses down, from her neck, down her collarbone, until my head arrived at her left breast.