Misc. Erotica Other side of my teacher

[sarit11]

About ten minutes passed and I continued to watch my teacher out of the corner of my eye. I could see her continuing to glance down at the circles on the floor and over at the orange marker on the ledge. She continued to scan her students to see if she could figure out who was blackmailing her. Finally everyone was back in the classroom and seated. Mrs. Rehana had us all get up and walk out to the parking lot. She told us to take our belongings with us as we were going to be dismissed from the parking lot. I took my bag in order to not give it away that it was me who was controlling her. We did a quick walk through before she told us to all have a good day.

I walked with Bhavin and we got on our bikes and went home. After Bhavin went up his driveway I went around the block and headed back to college. I put my bike up against the fence behind some bushes and quietly began to walk towards the college. Thoughts of what I was about to do to my teacher my dream women caused my cock to ache between my legs as it bounced back and forth from walking. I quietly walked into the building and looked at the clock. I had twenty five minutes yet before I could enter Mrs. Rehana's classroom. The college was deserted now except for a couple of office workers. I decided to go into the men's room to wait.

I went into a stall and sat down on the toilet lid. I began to go over in my head what I wanted to do to her. My heart was pounding as the thought of my cock sliding in and out of her hot mouth caused my cock to rise to attention. Thought's of kneeling behind her and lapping at her dripping cunt caused me to shiver. I jumped up and carefully checked to make sure that nobody was outside in the hallway. I glanced at the clock and saw that there was six minutes yet before I was to make my move.

Quietly I began to walk to my classroom. Nobody was around as I walked down the hall that led to Mrs. Rehana's classroom. Suddenly I was standing outside of Mrs. Rehana's door. Looking up at the clock I still had one minute to chicken out. I could still turn around and run and act like nothing ever happened. I realized that the clock was exactly where it needed to be. Time was up. Very carefully and quietly I peeked inside the partially cracked open door. My heart skipped two beats when my eyes fell upon my teacher as she stood in the circles on the floor waiting for me. I then realized that I was at the point of no return.

I just momentarily stood there gazing at her beauty as she stood there. Her blue thin sarees covered all of her except for the tips of her stiletto heels. Her arms hung down to her sides. Dangling from her right wrist was the orange marker that I had prepared for her. As my eyes scanned upwards I saw she had the black scarf tied around her head as she was instructed.

Quietly I kicked off my shoes. I entered the classroom and shut the door making sure to lock it. Looking at Mrs. Rehana I saw her begin to tremble as she heard the door close and lock. "Who are you" she said softly. I knew I couldn't speak or she would know my voice so I stayed silent. I walked over to the video camera that was owned by the college and pressed play. Slowly I walked up to Mrs. Rehana. I stood behind her and just admired how she was about to submit to me.

I moved a little closer until I could smell her perfume. I stepped to the side to make sure that the scarf was totally covering her eyes. Again I moved directly behind her. Slowly and with trembling hands I raised my arms and placed my hands on my teachers shoulders. I squeezed softly as I felt the great amount of tension in her muscles. Slowly and softly I massaged her shoulders as if to tell her to relax, everything was going to be all right. I slowly began to slide my hands down her arms as they hung down to her sides. I heard Mrs. Rehana inhale sharply as my hands slid past her elbows and over her forearms. Ever so softly I slid my hands back up her arms to her shoulders.

As I continued to rub my teachers arms I stood behind her with a rock hard cock. I could feel the head of my dick pushing into Mrs. Rehana's ass crack. I continued to run my finger tips up and down her arms before moving to her back. I lightly traced my fingers up and down Mrs. Rehana's spine causing her to shiver. I felt her bra strap and again noticed that she followed my instructions as there was no clasp in the back. My fingers continued to lightly tease her blouse covered back. I became more bold. I slid my finger tips down her spine but slid them back up her sides. Mrs. Rehana let out a loud sigh and gasp as my finger tips grazed the sides of her breasts.

Mrs. Rehana squirmed slightly as my fingers continued to slide up and down her sides. With every up and down stroke of my fingers I made sure that I grazed the sides of her magnificent breasts. I took off the pin of the pallu from her shoulders and allowed the blue saree pallu to fall down from her shoulder over her tummy on the floor, I could feel the softness and the roundness of her breasts through her blouse and bra. As I continued to trace my finger tips up and down her sides, she began to breath heavier.

Slowly my hands were on her sides just above the hips. Slowly I began to slide my hands around and over her stomach. "Ohhhhhhhhhh" Mrs. Rehana moaned out as I felt her navel beneath my finger tips. I slowly began to slide my hands back and forth from her stomach to her sides. With each passing of my hands back and forth I slowly began to slide my hands upwards closer to her magnificent breasts.

As my hands continued to inch higher up her stomach, Mrs. Rehana nearly jumped to the ceiling as my thumbs brushed against the bottoms of her breasts. "Oh Goddddd......" Mrs. Rehana moaned as my thumbs slid higher over her breasts. Now my thumbs and forefingers were caressing her breasts as I continued to slide my hands from her sides to her middle. I felt her nipples stiffen through both layers of material as my thumbs caressed her most sensitive spot. Mrs. Rehana was now breathing heavily and nearly panting. My hands continued to fondle my teacher's breasts until I had both hands cupping her globes.

My hands were now up at her neck. Using my thumb and fore finger I began to work the very top button of Mrs. Rehana's blouse. As I pushed the top button through the hole Mrs. Rehana moaned out "please don't do this, please stop." That only caused me to move my fingers that much quicker to her next button. Again I pushed the button through the hole. I slid my hands down to her third button and began to work it through the hole. "Please no" Mrs. Rehana again moaned. I could feel her blouse begin to open now that three buttons were undone.