A short story, inspired by an offhand comment from @askun
I was grading papers in my classroom when I heard a knock at the door. “Hi Mr. D. Can I talk to you for a minute?”
It was Natalie, one of my favorite students. She was easily the most talented young person in our entire school. Savvy and ambitious, she knew how to chase an opportunity. She was captain of the swim team, a varsity cheerleader, editor of the yearbook, and vice-president of the science club. And she did it all while being friendly and kind to everyone at school.
She was also stunningly beautiful. She had been offered a modeling contract but told me the plan was to finish school, get accepted into Columbia, Stanford or Berkeley, then take a gap year modeling abroad to earn money for school. She had already done some tasteful swimsuit work and the rumor was her SnapChat posts were often more than a little risque.
In truth, I’m ashamed to admit I often attended swim meets just to watch her get out of the pool after a race, her wet racing suit hugging those firm young curves. Her perky nipples would often become erect from the cold water. And the crotch of her suit gently curved over a prominent pubic mound and outlined her labia. I felt like such a pervert but I couldn’t look away.
So it was with no small measure of excitement that I welcome Natalie into my room. “Hello, Miss James. Please come in. What can I do for you?”
Natalie entered the room and closed the door behind her. That was a violation of school policy and common sense. Teachers and students shouldn’t be alone together behind closed doors. Especially male teachers and female students.
As if reading my mind, Natalie said, “Don’t worry, Mr.D. Nobody saw me come in and I won’t take long. Besides, when you hear what I have to say, you’ll be glad we have some privacy.”
“OK, Natalie. Go on.”
“Mr. D, you’re a dirty old man. I know you’re always checking me out. Sometimes I actually feel like I can see the lust in your eyes.”
I was stunned. I had no idea what to say. I started to stammer out a defense.
“Natalie, that’s not true. This is a mis…”
“Just stop, Mr. D. I don’t have time for that game. Like I said, this won’t take long. The sooner you admit the truth, the sooner we can move on.”
I stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do next.
“Look, I’m flattered. I like it when people check me out. I’m not stupid. I can look at a magazine, then look in the mirror. I know I’m pretty and have a nice body. I’m blessed. And I know how to use it to my advantage.”
As she spoke, Natalie walked toward me. Her demeanor changed in a split second, from star high school student to worldly bombshell. She was confident and poised, the exact oppostie of my own mental state at that moment. She looked at me with cold eyes, almost as a predator would assess its prey.
“You’re a great teacher, Mr. D. In spite of being a fucking pervert, you’ve always pushed me to give my best in your class and you’re fair to everyone. You’re even pretty cute for an old guy. I don’t want to jam you up or see you lose your career. But you need to be punished for being a creeper.”
The last rwto sentences shook me out of my stupor. “Natalie, enough. This is ridiculous. Your accusations are unfounded and irresponsible. And I will not indulge this conversation any further. You need to leave right now.”
“I was hoping we could settle this here and now, just between us. But if you insist I leave, I’m going straight home. My parents will be at the district superintendent’s office by close of business. And you’ll be done.”
“No, it’ll be your word against mine. And even though you are very popular around here, don’t forget that I’m well-respected and have a solid reputation. The union will back me up. There will be a storm but without proof, I can weather it.”
I was furious now. This little bitch wasn’t even listening to me. She was just idly scrolling through her phone with one hand and untucking her blouse with the other.
“Proof, huh?” She turned her phone toward me It took me a minute to understand what I was seeing. It was a picture of me sitting in the stands at a swim meet. My gaze is obviously fixed on Natalie and one hand is clearly squeezing a bulge in my slacks. There was only one possible angle that could have caught that shot, and somehow she found it.
There were other pictures, all just as incriminating. Without a word, Natalie flipped through them. Me staring at Natalie’s perfect ass. Me sneaking a peak down her shirt. A few more. Again, I was left speechless. And again Natalie read my mind. As she began to resume speaking, she tossed her hair around, destroying her perfect hairdo.
“Stacy’s quite the amazing photographer, don’t you think? The patience and instincts of a wildlife cameraman. We’ve been working on this for 18 months. And if the photos don’t convince you, maybe this will.”
With that, she yanked open her blouse, popping off the top two buttons. They skittered across the tile floor. Her untucked, disheveled appearance suddenly came into focus. She looked like had been attacked. She began to whisper in a tiny voice.
“Rape”
Then a bit louder.
“Rape.”
Now, casually, at a conversational volume.
“Rape.”
I was beaten. She had won. I had to play her game now. I held up my hand to silence her.
“OK. I get it. I’m a dirty, skeevy, old creeper pervert and you caught me. What’s my punishment?”
“Don’t act so butt hurt, Mr.D. You might actually enjoy it. Like I said, you’re cute and I don’t want to hurt you. But I’ve got needs. Some of them can be fulfilled by the boys here on campus. Some by the studs on the college wrestling team. And some by friends like Stacy. But there are other needs that require maturity and attention to detail. That’s you.”
I nodded, trying to understand. Obviously this was sexual but where exactly was she going?
“Lay down, on your back.”
“What?! Are you crazy? We can’t do anything here in class.”
“Shut you mouth and don’t ever question me again. Make no mistake, Mr.D, I’m in charge or you’re ruined. Now, then. On. Your. Back.”
Scared and humiliated, I did what was told. Natalie straddled my chest and began to kneel down. She lifted up her skirt to reveal she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her gorgeous shaved pussy was fully on display. As she took up a position with her knees on either side of my head, her sex hovering inches above my face. Maybe she was right. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. I mean, aside from losing my career and facing jail time, this was a fantasy come true.
Natalie reached down and spread her labia apart. She was already glistening with wetness and I could smell her musky arousal. My cock was swelling fast. Again reading my mind, she reached back with her other hand and freed my erection from my slacks. She began to stroke me expertly. I was trembling with excitement.
“Like I said, I have needs. There is a certain service you’ll perform for me whenever I want it. Sometimes, if you’re deserving, I’ll play with you, like I’m doing now. Mostly I won’t. But you’ll always be here for me. Isn’t that right, Mr.D.?”
A long string of her wetness dripped onto my lips. I felt my balls clench. With a guttural moan, I answered her.
“Oh god, yes, Natalie. Whenever you need.”
She lowered her hips onto my face, smearing her dripping cunt all over my mouth. I raised my head to taste her but she pulled up.
“Not yet. When I say so.”
I relaxed and she resumed grinding on my face. Her hand was flying up and down my shaft, urging my cum to rise up from deep in my balls.
“Tell me when you’re close,” she ordered.
The smell and taste of her sweet juices and the amazing hand job I was receiving pushed me toward the brink. Within a minute I was moaning into her pussy.
“ Oh, fuck. I’m cumming, Natalie. I’m cumming.”
She raised her hips off my face and hovered over my mouth again. As my orgasm welled up, Natalie spread her pussy lips again and ordered me to open my mouth wide. The first drops of her urine hit my tongue just as my climax began to rip through me
“Drink, bitch. Swallow every fucking drop.”
Thick ropes of sperm spewed out in all directions as Natalie let loose her torrent. My mouth filled and I had no choice but to swallow. Laying on my back, moaning from my orgasm, I had to drink her piss or drown.
She continued to milk my cock and fill my mouth. I was simultaneously drained and filled. Finally, it stopped. She grabbed my hair and used my face to wipe off her pussy one last time. She then shoved her other hand into my mouth and forced me to lick my cum from her fingers.
Without a word, Natalie stood up and walked away. She smoothed her dress and fixed her hair. Within seconds, she was presentable again. She grabbed her purse and started out the door. Just before she left, she turned to me and issued a warning.
“I’ll come back whenever I need you. Take care of me and I’ll take care of you. But if you get stupid…”
She left the threat unspoken. Then she flashed the most gorgeous smile and blew me a kiss.
“Bye bye, my little piss whore.” And she was gone.
I sat there covered in urine and cum, contemplating how much my life had changed in just 15 minutes. My humiliation was complete. She owned me now. And I loved it.
I quickly cleaned the room, then called the principal and faked a dire emergency. He agreed to cover my afternoon classes. I sprinted out of the building and made it to my car just as the period ended.
True to her word, Natalie came back often. And in time, she brought friends…first Stacy, then others. I was given kudos and praise for how often I gave up my prep period to tutor students. But the truth is, their needs had nothing to do with school.
