The Teacher's Submission - Chapter 1

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  1. kingbull

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    The Teacher's Submission - Chapter 1

    by

    Arc Light



    Let me take a brief moment to introduce
    myself..... and tell you of my shame. My name is Mrs.
    Barbara Jones. I am 35 years old; married to a rather
    submissive man named Jim and teach Jr. High math. I
    also serve as the department head. I do not have what is
    considered a knock out body but I can turn a man's head
    when I dress to please. I weigh 119 pounds; my
    measurements are 34B-23-34; spread over five feet six
    inches. I have light brown hair and I wear it in a semi-
    page boy type hairdo which nearly reaches the nape of
    my neck. My best assets are two long legs which I like
    to show; and a tight muscled ass; and I enjoy teasing
    the weaker sex.... or so I thought.

    Jim and I were married after college. I started
    teaching Jr. High math and Jim started with a Big Six
    accounting firm. The school in which I started was in a
    changing neighborhood. When I started it was a lower
    middle class white neighborhood; it is now about 20%
    black and the neighborhood is much rougher.

    I am not certain how to explain how my
    seduction occurred. I have always been a rather meek
    teacher. Because of my timid disposition many of the
    male students saw this as an opportunity to take
    advantage of me. While I was never subjected to any
    physical abuse there was more than one occasion where
    they ignored my commands; and mocked my attempts at
    bringing order to a chaotic classroom.

    And then............ It was a bright fall day. My
    husband Jim, who I am sure loves me, started having
    more and more instances of premature ejaculation.
    Week after week and then month after month I was left
    behind. Jim, with his woefully inadequate little
    manhood tried to satisfy me but failed.... and failed and
    failed. I was becoming extremely frustrated and the
    sexual tension in my tight body was reaching the
    breaking point. After another failed lovemaking session
    with my husband the night before I dressed to feel like a
    sexy woman under my usual drab outerwear. It was
    totally out of character for me. I carefully smoothed
    the sheer beige covered nylons before attaching them to
    the garter clasps. Pulling on a pair of white lace panties
    I looked at my still firm and desirable figure in the full
    length mirror. My useless husband had already departed
    and I stared at my still desirable body. Yes, I thought,
    today I was going to tease one of the bored and lifeless
    teachers at my school unmercifully.

    Although my breasts are small they are tight and
    firm. A rock hard nipple adorns each of the mouth size
    perfect breasts. Although probably not needed I slipped
    on a matching white lace half bra. I then searched my
    closet and picked out a dark blue skirt that ended just
    above my knees. A lacy white (to tight) blouse
    completed the ensemble. I pulled on the blue blazer as
    I stepped into my usual heelless drab shoes. "This day
    was going to be special," I thought as I headed for the
    door. Little did I know how special.

    Although sexually tense from the pathetic
    performance of my underendowed husband the night
    before, the first three periods had flown by. As the
    fourth period started the assistant high school principal
    appeared at the door with an arrogant looking black
    student. The fourteen year old student looked like he
    belonged in high school; not the eighth grade. As he
    stood in the door way he had a sneer on his young
    mouth and his eyes traveled up and down my body. I
    visibly squirmed at his insolent stare. My legs felt weak
    as I approached the two waiting males.

    "Mrs. Jones, this is Jerome Washington. He has
    transferred from his previous school and is being placed
    in our care. Although he has extremely high test scores
    in both math and science he has a total disrespect for his
    teachers. DO not put up with any back talk from this
    young man...." came the stern order.

    Taking my cue from the assistant principal I
    briefly turned to the new student and pointed to a seat in
    the first row. "Sit in the front row. I do not expect any
    trouble from you," I sternly ordered. Although I used
    my harshest tone I am sure that he heard my voice
    quiver. As the last words left my red coated lips I felt
    the stern glare from his brooding eyes as they burned
    deep into my brain.

    The assistant principal turned and disappeared in
    the well lighted hall. As I turned I felt my already
    wobbly legs turn to rubber. I made it to my desk and sat
    on the edge. Avoiding Jerome's eyes I continued my
    lecture on multiple equations. Although this was my
    worst class it was not for the most part disruptive. As I
    struggled my eyes finally found there way to the front
    seat of the first row. Jerome was slouched in his seat
    and was rubbing the front of his tight jeans...............
    ..........rubbing an obvious oversize bulge. My train of
    thought was lost.... and my mouth agape. I struggled
    to regain my composure but could see that all the
    students were delighted at my indecision.

    Mercifully the bell rang and a low roar erupted
    from the classroom. Most of the students were headed
    towards the door when I yelled out their homework
    assignments for the following Monday. As the last
    student casually walked out of the classroom I turned
    and nearly walked into the arrogant new black student.
    My emerald eyes and his dark eyes met and I quickly
    dropped my gaze to the floor. With an indifferent
    attitude he brushed against my tense body and shuffled
    to the door. When he reached the door he pulled it shut
    and ............ twisted the inside lock. The metallic
    mechanism slammed shut and seemed to echo
    throughout the room.

    When he turned his face was covered with a
    scornful scowl. "I didn't want us to be interrupted. It
    will take us a few moments for you to understand
    what I expect of you."

    I am sure that he could see me start to tremble.
    I looked towards the door but knew that I had no hope
    of reaching it as he was standing directly in the way.

    I slowly backed up until I was against the window
    seal. He slowly walked towards me. He was only fourteen;
    but he was taller than me. My eyes inventoried the hard
    body as he approached. His steps seemed as they were
    in slow motion. At long last he was standing directly in
    front of me; his hard brown eyes burning into me. He
    casually reached out and his callused hand caressed my
    cheek. I grabbed his large hand with my petite hand but
    he continued to gently rub my cheek. His index finger
    touched my lips and rubbed my bright red lip gloss into
    his finger. My eyes locked onto my tormentor's....... he
    could sense my fear and apprehension.

    His finger became insistent; he wanted to insert
    the substitute cock into my mouth. Staring into his
    forbidding eyes I tried to shake my head. The sneer
    reappeared and as a tear dripped on my cheek the finger
    was inserted into my warm oral chamber. "Suck my
    finger....It will not stretch your mouth," Jerome ordered.

    My tongue found the ridges of his finger and as I
    looked into his face I could see his mocking smirk. He
    had won; and won rather easily the first test of strength.
    I felt my nipples tingle and then harden. My feminine
    dew was coating my lace panties. As I sucked on his
    finger he ridiculed me more, "You suck good teach. I
    be giving you something else to suck on if you're a good
    little bitch".

    I cowered against the hard window seal. I was
    totally frightened............but my panties were becoming
    soaked.

    I'm sure he heard me whimper as I felt his left
    hand drop to my chest. His fingers searched for my
    nipple. When he found the nipple he increased the
    pressure between his thumb and forefinger. My nipple
    hardened and the pressure increased.. He wanted me to
    feel the pain...He wanted me to acknowledge his
    domination. Another set of tears ran from my eyes.
    Here I was; a thirty five year old teacher; shoved against
    the wall with a fourteen year old black student savagely
    twisting my right nipple while forcing me to suck his
    right index finger.

    The smirk widened as he spoke, "Unbutton your
    blouse you little slut".

    I tried to shake my head no but with his finger in
    my mouth I couldn't shake my head.

    The fingers tightened around my blood engorged
    nipple. My eyes continued to tear.

    "No, Please......." I managed to mutter.

    "Unbutton the blouse bitch......" came the quick
    reply.

    The fear and dread were consuming me. I
    prayed for someone to come to the door..... but even if
    they did they would think that I had merely went to the
    cafeteria.

    My rock hard nipple was being cruelly twisted
    between Jerome's hard fingers. My eyes begged him to
    stop the torment but his fingers continued to tighten
    around my savaged nipple. His finger dueled with my
    tongue and his eyes.................mocked me for my
    weakness.

    "I guess that you will have to be punished for
    disobeying me. You will come to learn that when I give
    you an order your only response is complete and instant
    submission," he calmly stated.

    He dislodged his finger and grabbed me by the
    nape of my neck and pushed down so that I was bent at
    the waist. He then walked me the few steps over the
    edge of my desk.

    I could only manage a weak, "Please..." before
    he brushed the books and paper onto the floor and
    pushed me face down on the hard surface. The edge of
    the desk caught me about waist high.

    Jerome then walked to the chalkboard in back of
    the desk. I should have tried to run for the door but I
    was petrified with fear. The tears were still running
    down my face and falling on the hard desktop. I
    avoided looking at the black youth as he walked back
    around the desk. He was directly behind me and I was
    noticeably trembling with dread.

    "I expect you to obey me. You have displeased
    me. Do you have anything you wish to say ?" he
    questioned.

    Although, on hindsight, I am sure I should have
    taken control of the rapidly deteriorating situation. I
    was a thirty five year old teacher that allowed a fourteen
    year old black youth to fondle me; insert his vile finger
    into my mouth and drape me over my own desk as if I
    was an old worn out coat.

    Unfortunately........ the facts were that I was
    trembling in total submission. I was never a strong
    person......I was always afraid.... of my father; of my
    husband.... of the Principal.... and now......Totally
    Terrified of a fourteen year old muscular black boy.

    So.....when he asked if I had anything to say I
    meekly sobbed, "I'm sorry.."

    His cutting laugh tore throughout my soul. He
    was mocking me. His laughter was ridiculing me.

    "Lift the hem of your skirt. It's time for your
    spanking, " he brusquely ordered.

    "No... My God NO!" I nearly screamed.

    The first stroke from the hard yardstick burned
    through my dark blue skirt to my tender asscheeks. The
    second stroke concentrated on only the left cheek. The
    next several landed at random and set my ass on fire.
    What had previously been only a few isolated tears
    became a torrent. I gripped the edge of the desk with
    my hands knowing out of instinct to not protect my now
    reddened and painful ass.

    Mercifully the spanking stopped. I waited
    several minutes as I heard his heavy breathing behind
    me.

    "Lift the hem of your skirt Teach. I am not
    through with you yet. I suggest you do not make me
    angry or you will regret it..." came the follow up
    command.

    I tried to conceive the words that would allow
    me to escape this terrible nightmare.

    No words formed and I felt my hands leave the
    side of the desk and make their torturous journey to the
    hem of my blue skirt. Sobbing I grasped the bottom
    hem and slowly pulled the skirt up and over my bruised
    and burning behind. Only at this instance had I
    remembered that my burning ass was covered by the
    white lace panties I had put on only a few short hours
    ago. My humiliation grew deeper. Maybe it was good
    that I was face down on the desk. At least Jerome
    Washington could not see my blushing crimson face.

    It took my tormentor several minutes.... I am
    sure he was merely taking in what must have been a
    delightful vision. My redden asscheeks covered by my
    white lace panties with my firm upper thighs stretched
    across the desk; all at High Noon at Madison Jr. High
    School.

    His first touch was a gentle caress as his
    fingertips slowly slid across the tight panties. My
    cheeks were burning but the cool touch soothed the
    tender skin. The fingers slowly...so slowly dropped. I
    nearly fainted when Jerome's index finger outlined the
    legs of my panties. At first it was only the tip that snuck
    under the edge. He removed the exploring finger and I
    felt the heat return to my face.

    "Spread yourself for me Mrs. Jones..."

    Still sobbing I timidly muttered, "Please
    no..Please have mercy..."

    "You best not disobey me twice in one day
    Barbara......," came the quiet threat. "May I call you
    Barbara," he continued to mock.

    The last question was almost comical. Here I
    was, a thirty five year old teacher, freshly spanked,
    holding her skirt to her waist, with her fourteen year old
    student stroking her tender asscheeks.

    "If you leave now I won't report anything that
    has happened," I softly pleaded.

    "I can see that you need more discipline. You
    will receive the training that you need but I am telling
    you that you best spread those long legs or you will
    spend the next week wishing you had," he sharply
    ordered.

    I felt my legs slowly open. It was almost an
    unconscious thought. I was now completely open to his
    dark forbidding eyes; and his probing fingers.

    The next sensation was gentle.

    Cupping his fingers he rubbed them over the
    crotch of my tight panties. I heard the smooth mocking
    laughter.

    "A teacher of your stature....... Mrs. Jones.
    You should be ashamed. Standing in front of one of
    your young students with your hem pulled up around
    your waist, and your pussy leaking like a faucet. What
    would the members of the school board think of such a
    wanton display of sexual misconduct ?"

    I could only screech, "But you made me," before
    the next torrent of tears covered my mascara and rouge
    streaked face.

    His long black index finger then found the leg of
    my panties and busied itself in the search of my wet
    tunnel. Jerome tormented me as the finger made it's
    way around my swollen lower lips. The tip of his finger
    caressed my blood engorged elongated clit and he felt
    my shudder. A soft moan escaped my lips. I wished
    that I was stronger..........

    "The little bitch likes her clit stroked doesn't
    she?" he questioned.

    I was beyond lying. I was beyond the absurdity
    of my current dilemma. What I desired was the black
    finger to resume it's gentle probing of my wet and warm
    sex.

    I again begged........"Please.." was my simple
    request.

    Jerome Washington, a fourteen year old black
    student understood my humble request.

    "What do you want Mrs. Jones. Do you want
    the big bad nigger boy to leave....... Or do you want me
    to stroke your soaking pussy some more ?"

    "Please make me....Make it Happen," I pleaded.

    The finger returned to my clit. It brutally rubbed
    the clit and two other fingers wormed their way to my
    sopping chamber. The fingers slid deep and I spread my
    legs as far as I could. As the fingers probed my inner
    most sanctum I thrust my hips back to encase as much
    as the pleasure producing digits as possible.

    Although it seemed like an eternity, the all
    encompassing orgasm consumed my body. Screaming I
    throw myself against the strong fingers that were
    invading my body and roughly stroking my hardened
    clit. Nothing mattered except..........my final release.

    Mercifully my body accepted the climax. The
    fingers continued probing until I collapsed on the floor
    in front of my desk. Jerome backed up several steps and
    allowed by exhausted body to sink to the dirty, dusty
    hardwood floor.

    Another eternity passed while I struggled to
    regain my bearing. Slumped facing the desk I slowly
    lowered my breathing and opened my eyes. I tried to
    focus on the clock above my desk and a pang of fear ran
    through my body. In only twelve minutes my classroom
    would again be full.......

    I twisted myself around and looked up at the
    smirking black youth. My eyes refocussed and then I
    saw IT. He had taken his hard black cock from his
    jeans..... The penis looked like a giant cucumber
    compared to my husbands'; the only previous penis that
    I had seen.

    "It's my turn....Open wide Teach," came the
    frightening command.

    I shook my head...."No, I can't. My students
    will be back in ten minutes. You must leave....I have to
    clean myself up," I begged. I pleaded.

    "You best hurry then. Unless you want them to
    come in and have a seat while you suck my cock. What
    do you prefer Mrs. Jones ?"

    My mind was racing... I had to.........

    My tongue caressed the dark purple tip and my
    lips grasped the long thick cock. I tried to look at the
    frosted window panes to my door as I sucked the black
    cock. The only time that I had sucked my husband's
    diminutive organ was when I had gotten drunk.

    I felt the strong hands grab my ears. HE pulled
    me forward and more of the huge cock was forced
    down my throat. I nearly gagged...my breathing was
    becoming ragged. I forced myself to relax my throat
    muscles as the black cock forced it's way deeper and
    deeper into my throat.

    "Grip my nuts...play with them and I will give
    you your reward Mrs. Jones," came the ridiculing order.

    Desperately I reached for the egg size testicles
    hanging below his massive cock. I gently squeezed the
    soft organs and I felt his grip tighten on my ears. The
    black cock was crammed even deeper to burning throat
    and I felt his testicles draw up and then.............

    The scalding torrent of black cum ricocheted
    against the back of my throat. I struggled to suck the
    volumous discharge down and into my stomach. The
    salty black cum coated my throat. I started choking but
    the black youth continued to have a stranglehold on my
    ears. My wide eyes pleaded for relief but I saw only
    pure dominance as I looked up over his still hard black
    cock.

    The organ slowly softened and at long last it
    slipped out from my lips. A rope like string of his black
    seed stretched from my sore jaws to the purple tip of his
    cock as I again slipped back to the dirty wooden floor.
    I closed my eyes and tried to regain my senses as the
    clock ticked on. When I reopened my eyes he had
    closed the two feet that we were apart and was
    squeezing the remaining fertile man cream from the tip
    of his beautiful cock. I watched as if in slow motion the
    slimy discharge dripped onto my blouse and skirt.
    When the last string had fallen the sudden thud of a
    knock reverberated throughout the empty classroom.

    My eyes shot to the door...... Panic spread
    throughout my body.

    I jumped up.... and started pulling my skirt
    down. Smoothing the wrinkled material I hurriedly
    brushed my hair with my sticky cum coated hands.
    Panic was nearly consuming me as I looked desperately
    to the door and possible.... no, probable disgrace. I
    glanced towards the instigator of my problems and his
    sneering face cut me again to the quick.

    I hurriedly walked towards the door and was
    nearly there.

    "I want your panties Teach," came the next
    command.

    I shook my head. I couldn't speak and time was
    rapidly running out.

    "You can give me your panties now.....or you
    can give them to me when your students come in for
    their Trig... It's your choice."

    I desperately looked again at the door. It would
    only be seconds before one of the administrators
    arrived and opened the door and........

    Stepping to the side of the door I hurriedly
    pulled my cum stained blue skirt up and pulled down the
    soaked panties. Holding them delicately in my fingers I
    retraced my steps to the arrogant black student. He
    took my panties and brought them to his face. Making a
    production of the simple act he inhaled deeply and a
    smile covered his face. "Mrs. Jones... Your Pussy
    smells delightful.."

    Humiliated further I turned and without turning
    back made it to the door and unclasped the metal lock just
    as the assistant principal was inserting his key into the
    outside lock. The opening of the door caught him by
    surprise and he had a startled look on his face. He then
    looked past me to see the muscular black student
    standing by the window.

    Befuddled he muttered, "Mrs. Jones, you know
    that it is against school policy to have your door locked
    with a student in your room...." It was at this point
    when he noticed my disheveled appearance.

    Standing before the stern looking superior I felt
    my dew coated pussy start to leak.......and coat the tops
    of my nylons. I could only imagine what my tear stained
    face looked like. I prayed that I was able to swallow the
    intense discharge from Jerome. As the administrator
    turned to leave he noticed the wet stain on my blouse
    and skirt.

    Mercifully the students then separated the two of
    us and pushed into the room. I backed up and only then
    did I detect the pungent odor of sex as I watched the
    assistant principal walk down the hall.

    I fell against the wall and closed my eyes. The
    shrill sound of the bell rang out and I reopened my eyes
    to see my seducer directly in front of me.

    "I will wait for you after school. You can take
    me home Mrs. Jones......."

    My pussy leaked some more fluid as the fourteen
    year old black student walked out of my class.
     
  2. tsmincc

    tsmincc New Member

    Totally HOT story! Something close to this actually happened to me 11 years ago.
     

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