Miss Scott

That teacher is hot. I’m gonna shag her. I just know it, even if she doesn’t know it yet. I’ll bend her over the table and give her a right good fucking. 

“Kurt! Are you listening?!” The teacher bellowed at me.
“God, damnit!” I shouted back, much to the surprise of the teacher and pupils alike.
“What did you say?” The teacher was furious. I’d been daydreaming.
“Oh, nothing, sorry Miss Scott.”
“See me after class, we need to talk.”

Bollocks, I’m in for it now. I tried not to daydream too much, but it’s difficult with Miss Scott around. She has the loveliest arse ever and a great rack, not to mention that smile, it’s a cracker! The rest of the class just dragged by. I was thankful that it was the last class of the day and of the week. It’d been such a bad week for me, what with overbearing teachers, failed dating opportunities and oh, yeah, the lovely Miss Scott, who drove me insane with lust. I’d just gone back into one of my daydreams and I was imagining Miss Scott going down on me when I was interrupted by the bell ringing. Miss Scott excused the class and I thought I had escaped, but just as I went out of the classroom, she grabbed me by the collar and pulled me back into the room.

“Bollocks!” I whispered.
“Sit back down,” Miss Scott pointed to the chair on which I was previously sitting.
“Aw come on, I’m in a hurry!”
“Yes, probably to get home and wank over me.”

I sat in dumbfounded silence. I’d never thought that Miss Scott would be capable of such language, but there it was, just tripping from her sweet sexy mouth like it was natural.

“What’s wrong, didn’t think I’d be capable of such language?” How the fuck she read my mind, I don’t know.
“Honestly, Miss, I’m surprised and yeah, I am in a hurry to get home and wank over you.”
“I knew it! Well that kind of language and those thoughts deserve punishment!”
“You can’t go reporting me to the heidy!”
“No. No head teacher could punish this kind of behaviour, at least not adequately. I’ve got a better punishment for you!” Miss Scott grinned.
“You’re scary, you know that?”
“Help me take those boxes down to my car.”
“Lame punishment!”
“Oh, that’s not all, you’ll see!”

I did as I was told and helped Miss Scott with the boxes and put them in the boot of her car. I couldn’t help but look at her arse. I had to hold back my desire to give it a slap.

“Get in the car!” Miss Scott ordered me.

I got in the car and we drove for a few miles to a secluded spot, well there weren’t any people about at that time, so it gave the impression of being secluded. I couldn't believe my luck, we were finally acting out or fantasy - this was exactly how it started. Lord, I couldn't believe I could be so thick as to not realise it until now. You see this all started one day after I was naughty in class. Miss Scott told me to remain behind, which I did and we started talking about sex, which was what got me into such a fix in the first place, just thinking about sex with Miss Scott got me hot. We found out that we shared some dark fantasies. We sat and hashed out details - set a safe word which was “Hollywood”, agreed boundaries. It all went so fast. We were joking around at first, but it became serious and before we knew it, we were acting out our wildest and darkest fantasies together. This was the one that we were working up to and it was both exciting and scary. 

“Out!”

I got out and Miss Scott got me to move the boxes from her boot to the back of the car. She brought out a pair of handcuffs and put them on me. I tried not to smile as I went along with the role play, but I was just so excited.

“What?”
“In!”

I moved to get in the front again, but Miss Scott stopped me.

“The boot!” She ordered me.
“But!” I tried in vain to protest.
“Now!”

I got in and Miss Scott shackled and gagged me. She drove again and this time it was a long drive. A long, bumpy, scary drive. Thank god my watch glowed in the dark because it was completely dark in there, but the faint glow from my watch hands allowed me some light and some idea of the time. If I was completely silent, I could just about make out a buzzing sound coming from the front of the car. It must have been Miss Scott with her vibrator or some such device. Miss Scott had been driving for about two hours and the car was going pretty fast, so I estimated that we’d driven pretty far - I wasn’t about to lay there and calculate it - maths was never my strong point. My cynicism told me that we’d probably be at some wee cottage in the middle of nowhere where I was gonna be tied up and tortured then left for dead, if this weirdness was anything to go by - it's hard to stop your mind going to dark places even when you know you know it's just make believe. I felt the car slowing down and heard what sounded like the car going over stones, like you’d find on a driveway, you know these wee chuckies? The boot opened and light came flooding in. I was blinded and curled up to try and get away from the searing light.

“Out!” Came a voice.

 I got out and followed Miss Scott into a rather large mansion, not a dingy wee cottage as I would have expected, but it did look rather ominous. She led me to a room and liberated me from my handcuffs and my gag. I was just getting used to my freedom when I felt another type of restraint on my wrists. My hands were then forced above my head and once again I was tied up. I looked above me and saw that the restraints were made of leather and despite my awkward position, they were actually quite comfortable. It was starting to get dark by this time and I was sure that my mum would be phoning me soon to ask where I was. I’d have to lie. It’s not like I could say that I was acting out one of my biggest fantasies with my teacher.

“I suppose you’ll be wanting to text you mother, just to make sure she knows where you are?”
“I’d love to, but I’m a little tied up,” I laughed.
“I’ll do it. And keep the chronic jokes, slave!”
“Make it wor-” I was cut off by a gag being shoved in my mouth.

Miss Scott reached into my pocket and texted my mother: Off to the shops with a few of the guys, going to Mike’s for dinner, might stay the night, if that’s ok?

“I trust this is OK?”
“Mmmf!” I nodded. I was amazed at how I kept my composure, especially seeing as I was shitting it, even though I knew it was all just a game, there's nothing like being tied up to make you feel all vulnerable. My phone buzzed a few minutes later and it was a text from my mum.
“Text, for ya: That’s fine, see you tomorrow! Well, that’s nice of her, isn’t it?”
“MMg,” was all I could muster, I was trying to say ”Meh.”
“Let’s get something done about those clothes, shall we?”

Miss Scott started undressing herself. I thought she was talking about my clothes, but it was a nice surprise when I saw she was talking about her own clothes. She looked even better without them on. Her boobs looked giant! The way they wobbled when she moved even only slightly was mesmerizing. She was well toned, that’s for sure. I looked down and saw that her cunt was almost completely bald, save for a little tuft just above her clit, just the way I liked it. She moved towards me and took me out of my restraints and my gag. Whatever she had in store for me, now that my initial unfounded terror had subsided, I was all for it.

“Don’t get used to it, I’m just doing that so I can undress you.”
“I’m capable enough of undressing myself, thanks!”
“You’re bold, I’m going to have to beat that out of you.”

Miss Scott started by unbuttoning my shirt. My cock was already hard, but as soon as she laid her hands on my bare chest, I seemed to get even harder. She removed my shirt completely and moved on down to my feet, removing my shoes and socks. Why it was so erotic to have someone undress me was beyond my feeble lust-addled comprehension, but I enjoyed it nevertheless. Miss Scott once again tied me up and started prowling around me, eyeing me up. She produced a bat from a drawer at the other side of the room. She went around to my back and slapped my arse with that paddle.

“Need a louder paddle, or perhaps a more naked arse,” Miss Scott observed.

She came back around to the front and took my trousers and boxers off. She smiled and pinged my erection. I’m only about six inches, but Miss Scott seemed to like it, so I was happy. I was dripping with pre-cum and shivering in anticipation. Miss Scott took hold of my balls and squeezed them hard.

“You’re my slave from now on, OK!”
“Yes, Miss Scott!” I whimpered, half in terror the other half lust-crazed.
“Good boy!”

Miss Scott ran her finger down the underside of my cock and then gave the head a really hard ping, which left it with a sting.

“Excuse me for a second.”

Miss Scott tied me up again and went out of the room for a while. When Miss Scott came back, she was donning a large dong and a bottle of lubricant. Holy cow, she’s gonna fuck me with that thing!

“What should I do with you?” Miss Scott asked rhetorically.
“I think you should punish me really hard and fuck me with that cock!”
“I thought I told you to stop being so bold!”

My insolence was met with a really hard slap across the buttocks with the bat. I was dying to rub my butt and soothe the pain. My arse was really stinging now and was even starting to burn with a side of an itch. Oh what I wouldn’t give for some respite from my restraints.

“Did you like that, slave?”

I just stood there not saying anything, gritting my teeth and then I heard another slap across my backside. The scorching pain spread across my buttocks and I winced in pain.

“That’s nice,” Miss Scott moaned.

Miss Scott walked behind me and reached around to my cock gently squeezing. I involuntarily thrust into her hand, which was met by yet another hard slap to the backside. Miss Scott walked over to the table and grabbed the bottle of lube. She put some on her hand and lubed my cock up. She started stroking me hard and fast and cupped my balls. I tried to hold myself back but it was to no avail, I came all over Miss Scott. She licked it up but saved a little bit.

“Lap it up, like a good slave!” She ordered me.
“But!”
“Do it!”

Miss Scott held her hand out towards my mouth and I reluctantly licked my cum off her hand. I was surprised it actually tasted quite nice. It made me wonder what having a cock cumming in my mouth would be like, for the first time ever. I got hard again at the thought.

“You need punishment, you can only cum when I say so, not when you feel like it, got that?”
“Yes, Miss. I'm sorry, you're just so sexy”
“Good.”

Miss Scott once again retrieved the bottle of lube from the table but this time lubed the strap on that she was wearing. My eyes went wide in terror and lust.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with your virgin arse!” Miss Scott smiled.

She took me out of my restraints and led me over to another table. She bent me over this one and strapped the restraints on me - this time they were chains, like old fashioned manacles. They were fastened to the bottom of the table legs and brought up to the top and there I was, all shackled up again with my stomach on top of the table, my arse forced into the air and my cock under the table, whacking off of the underside of it. There was very little give in the chains, so I was well and truly trapped and still shivering with anticipation and excitement. She was massaging her fake member and muttering that she was looking forward to this. She once again took the lube and lubed up my arse. First she stuck her finger inside me and gently fucked in and out. I was surprised, once the slight pain and discomfort went away, it was really pleasing, I could feel her freakishly long fingers hitting my prostate and I was leaking profuse amounts of pre-cum.

“A lot of guys think it’s gay to do anal play. They don’t realise it’s such a turn on for both parties,” Miss Scott whispered in my ear, “Wouldn’t you agree?” I could only moan, but, yes I agreed, totally.

Miss Scott took more lube and lubed her strap-on up. Her hands were rubbing my buttocks and the dildo was brushing the entrance to my butt. It felt like she teased me this way for ages and I begged for her to fuck me.

“Please, fuck me, fuck me now, please!” I begged.
“Oh, you are learning! How I love to hear you beg!”

Miss Scott pushed hard and was inside me. She didn’t even wait for me to get comfortable with her length before she started fucking me. I wanted her fucking me fast and hard, but she slowly fucked me, slowly and carefully. She stopped for a second and flicked a switch on the dildo which caused it to start vibrating. My cock was getting ready to cum, but I knew I had to hold back. I stood there stooped over on the table furiously biting my lip to stop myself from blasting cum all over the place. It was just as well I’d been learning to meditate.

“You can cum any time, but when you do that’s it for another few hours!” Miss Scott told me, noticing my obvious struggle for control.

I decided to continue to hold it in. I wanted this to last, I wanted to challenge Miss Scott to see who would cum first. Of course, she has all the cards, all the control, so this could go on all night, or so I hoped. Miss Scott grabbed my hips and fucked me harder and faster. I couldn’t help moaning and panting from the sensations. The dong was hitting my prostate hard and every time it did, I could feel my cock getting harder and my arse getting filled up more and more. She moaned that she was nearing orgasm and that it felt so wonderful to have found such a willing slave. As she fucked my butt, she grabbed my balls and squeezed hard. Just as well she did that, I was getting ready to cum and she stopped me by rendering me breathless. Miss Scott’s thrusts got slightly less powerful and her breathing became erratic. She collapsed on top of me and moaned out a really intense looking and sounding orgasm the vibrations of which went right through my ear and almost deafened me.

“That was you,” she said, “You’re wonderful! Such a great slave!”
“Thanks Miss!”

Miss Scott recovered and then realised that she was still inside me. She straightened up and began thrusting into my arse, wanking my cock as she went. With her free hand she reached around to the front and started tenderly stroking my cheek. I have no idea why this was such a turn on - maybe it was just because of all the roughness and this was such a lovely contrast but it prompted me to unleash a large and powerful load all over her hand. This time Miss Scott licked it all up herself.

“Thank you Miss, that was amazing!”
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, Miss Scott, I have.”
“Good, but that still doesn’t change the fact that you’re my slave!”
“I’m fine with that!” I smiled.

Miss Scott undid my restraints and I turned around. We locked lips in a passionate kiss, our hands wandering all over each others bodies.I knew I was in for a night of domination and carnal pleasures and I was perfectly fine with that, Miss Scott can dominate me all she wants, I am her slave, after all.