The Teacher’s Submissive Anal Slut

December 10, 2024

The Teacher’s Submissive Anal Slut

It all started on a warm September afternoon. The semester had just begun, and I was already dreading my math lectures. The professor, a tall, dark-haired man in his early thirties, had a reputation for being tough but fair. I wondered if being a good submissive anal slut could secure me an A.

So after class, I lingered behind, pretending to organize my notes. My heart raced as I heard the other students leave, their voices fading into the hallway. I took a deep breath, letting my books fall to the desk with a soft thud, ensuring he would notice me.

“Professor, I was wondering if I could ask you something,” I said, my voice laced with a hint of seduction. His eyes narrowed slightly, then he leaned against the desk, crossing his arms, and said, “Go ahead, Miss…?”

“Carmen,” I purred, taking a step closer. “I’m having a hard time with the course material. I was hoping for some… extra help.” I sort of knew he was more an ass man than a titties man so I was wearing an extra short skirt.

At that moment, I dropped my books accidentally on purpose and bent over to pick them up, inviting him to think of me as a submissive anal slut.

A slight smirk played on his lips. “Extra help, huh? Well, I do have office hours, but I’m afraid they’re usually quite busy.”

I bit my lower lip, feigning innocence. “Oh, I was thinking of something more… private.” I took another step, closing the distance between us.

Oh, how I just wanted to be his sexy submissive anal slut!

At that moment I saw his eyes peak at my skirt so I turned around and gently lifted it so he could take a look at my thong.

Then I turned back around. Placing my hand on his thigh, I could feel the tension in his muscles. “No one has to know. It’ll be our little secret. I promise I’ll be a good little submissive anal slut and do whatever you say.”

He smirked, then stood up, his chair scraping against the floor. “Then let’s begin, shall we?” He walked around the desk. “I assume you’re here to discuss the material from today’s lecture?”

I giggled softly, taking a seat on the edge of his desk, my legs crossed, revealing a glimpse of my thigh. “Oh, Professor, I think we both know I’m not here about the lecture.” I let my hand trail up my leg, my fingers teasing the hem of my dress. “I’m here to be your submissive anal slut.”

At this point I paused, enjoying his lustful eyes going up and down my hot bod, flirtatiously playing with my hair.

Then I looked up again. “Professor, can you honestly tell me you have a great sex life with your wife?” He didn’t even answer. There was no need. I had met his wife once; she was fat and wore horrible clothes. And she was terribly religious.

He opened his mouth but I silenced him with a passionate kiss. In truth, I’d always wanted to fuck a hot, seductive teacher. His lips were warm and inviting, so I parted them with my tongue, exploring his mouth.

I imagined him bending me over and turning me into his submissive anal slut.

As our kiss deepened, I reached down and undid his belt. Then I fell to my knees, taking his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting his salty pre-cum.

“Oh, fuck,” he hissed, his hands tightening on my shoulders. “Suck it, Carmen. Suck my cock.”

His words only made me hornier, determined to be his little submissive anal slut. I obeyed, bobbing my head, my lips sliding up and down his length, my hand stroking the base. Then his balls tightened as he neared his climax.

“I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained.

I pulled off his cock. “Not yet, Professor. I want to be your little submissive anal slut.”

Then I turned around, my ass towards him, and lifted my skirt. In one swoop motion, I slipped off my black lacy thong, revealing my bare pussy and the tight rosebud of my asshole.

And I reached behind me and spread my cheeks, offering my tight hole. “I want you to fuck me here, Professor. Come on. Make me your submissive anal slut.”

He stepped closer and his hands gripped my hips. I felt the head of his cock press against my asshole, and I pushed back, impaling myself on his length. I gasped as he stretched me, filling me with a delicious fullness.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, after which his hands squeezed my ass cheeks. “So much tighter than my wife!”

I moaned, my back arching as he began to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of my greedy hole.

“Yes, Professor, fuck my ass. Make me your dirty submissive anal slut.”

He pounded into me. Meanwhile, his hips slammed against my buttocks and his balls slapped against my clit with each thrust. Then I reached between my legs, rubbing my swollen bud, my fingers slick with my juices.

“Cum for me, Professor,” I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. “Fill my ass with your hot cum.”

Then with a primal grunt, he grabbed my hips, holding me in place and he emptied himself into my ass, his cock throbbing as it pumped his seed deep inside me.

Wanna make me your submissive anal slut?