The good teacher kneels – and comes for me

We met in a lovely, slightly swanky, bar. She was dressed precisely as I’d requested, in the skirt and the black strappy tank I had specified. She was about ten minutes late, and quite apologetic.

We sipped our drinks and caught up. I asked her to open her thighs for me, and I placed a hand high up on one of them. Higher than, honestly, was appropriate for the setting. I gently pressed my fingers against her panties, trying to reach her cunt. Failing.

“Are you looking forward to kneeling for me?” I asked.

“I am,” she said. “Very much.”

“Good,” I said. “I’d like you to do it now.”

She looked at me quizzically. “What?”

“I want you to kneel for me now,” I repeated.

“How?!?” she asked. “Here?!?”

I dropped the pen that I had been fidgeting with. “Would you mind picking that up for me, in a moment,” I said. “When I finish instructing you.”

“Ok,” she said, sounding doubtful.

“I want you to stand up, off the stool, and to lower yourself, slowly, to the ground. If at all possible, I’d like to see your panties, to see your cunt, as you do so for me. In any event, I want you to try not to lose eye contact with me as you lower yourself to your knees. As you kneel for a full three seconds, which you’ll see me tap off on my knee with a finger as you kneel. And then, as you lift yourself up, again, please don’t lose eye contact with me until you’ve returned to the stool.”

I paused. She looked concerned.

“Please nod if you understand what I expect you to do for me,” I said.

Her head nodded, slowly, unsurely.

“Then please do it.”

I must say – she performed magnificently.

Good teacher

This looks nothing like the good teacher.
Her skin is caramel. Her hair, ever-changing, kinky, curly.
On this night, it was up, in a complicated, braided bun, one which lent itself nicely to grabbing, guiding, forcing.

It wasn’t half an hour later that we were in a more private setting, the good teacher still wearing her skirt, still wearing her strappy tank, with my cock deep in her mouth.

You may recall that the last time I saw her, I took her panties with me. I told her she could have them back when we fucked.

She got her panties back. After she sucked my cock. I licked her clit. After I spent nearly an hour alternating between licking her clit and fucking her. After she begged me, repeatedly, to let her come. Which, generously, I did. And I continued licking her clit until she begged me to stop.

And in the morning I asked her to come again for me. And for you.

She did.


One comment

  1. This whole thing is insanely sexy….the slow public kneel, just mmm. Really lovely to have you joining in with Kink of the Week too

    Mollyxxx

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