Submission

Kyle locked the door and turned around. He smiled and reached forward at the bow. He tugged at a loose string and the lace fell the floor. She smiled and leaned forward for a kiss. Kyle smiled and grabbed her left nipple. She moaned and dropped to her knees, the pleasure overwhelming her muscles.

She breathed a sigh of relief as his hand released its grip on her breast. She smiled as he pulled out his dick. She looked at the rock hard throbbing rod and reached forward tentatively. “What do you think your doing?” Kyle asked a frown forming on his face, contradicting his happy eyes. When he looked at her look of bewilderment he elaborated, “You didn't ask first.”

“Kyle, Can I touch it?” He nodded and she leaned forward reaching out for his hard cock. She touched it and it raised higher and became as hard as a rock. “Can I suck it?” Again he nodded. She smiled and licked the long hard shaft. She sicked the length until it glistened with her saliva. Kyle smiled and looked down at her. She looked up her eyes pleading as she took in the tip of his dick. She took more and more of his cock into her mouth as she tried to take in all of his cock.

She started gagging when she had half of it in, but Kyle was horny and had held himself back for almost a month. He grabbed her head and shoved his cock all the way into her mouth. He pounded her mouth until he came. He covered her face in his hot load.

Mrs. Johnson fell to the floor and ran her fingers through her student's hot load. She dipped them into her mouth over and over again tasting his hot cum.

She frowned to see him standing... fully clothed. “Why are you dressed?”

“You can wait. You are now mine and I want you addicted to my dick.” Kyle's voice was hard as nails and unwavering. Mrs. Johnson wanted to argue, to force herself upon him, but she didn't dare upset him. He owned her and she knew what that meant.

“What do you want me to do?” She asked.

Kyle smiled, “Get dressed. Finish the rest of the day and call your husband and tell him that you need to stay after work.”

“Okay.”

Kyle lunged forward and grabbed her hair, pulling it back and raising his other hand in preparation to smack her if necessary, “I own you now! If there is no one around you are to call me master! Am I clear?”

“Yes master. May I pleasure myself?” she asked her head down.

“You can masturbate but if you climax you will never feel me inside of you.”

“Thank you master.” She sat on her desk and slid her fingers over her clit. Moaning as her student watched her please herself. She never came even close to orgasm, but it felt so good touching herself while he watched.

The bell rang and he left the classroom. Her pussy was dripping wet through the entire day and when the day ended she called her husband. She smiled when he hung up, he was so stupid. She waited patiently for Kyle. He walked in and smiled, “Get naked.” She did as she was told and stood, her hands covering her pussy. Her arms pressed her breasts together and she smiled awkwardly.

“What now?” Kyle tapped his foot and looked at her his eyes like daggers she quickly added, “Master.”

“Well your going to walk to my car, without clothes, and I’m going to take you to my apartment.”

“I can't do that!” She blurted.

Kyle was to her in a second. His left hand was on her throat, and his right hand flew to her pussy the middle finger slipping into her cunt. He thrust his right hand upwards and she dropped onto his hand moaning. “I own you, and you will do what I say!”

“Yes master.” she replied. He took her clothes and walked to his car. Soon she walked out afterward, her nipples hard in the cold fall air. She started to run and Kyle put up a hand. She slowed and made her way to his car. She couldn't help but feel her pussy become dripping wet.

She quickly slid over to the passenger side door. Mrs. Johnson reached for the handle and found it to be locked. She looked in the window and frowned. Kyle rolled the window down a crack.

“If you want in, take some snow and make your nipples hard with it.” She bent over, her ass high in the air and grabbed a handful of the ice cold snow and turned making a big show of pressing the ice to her breasts. “Now press your ass against the glass so I can get a pic.”

She turned around and pressed her ass to the glass feeling her dripping pussy soak the glass. She turned and looked at Kyle as he took many pictures of her sweet ass. She played it up, pinching her nipples and biting her lip. Mrs. Johnson heard the loud click of the door unlocking and opened it quickly, trying her best to be fast as to not keep her master waiting.

Mrs. Johnson reached forward and touched his zipper tentatively, “May I master?” She found herself getting wet thinking of calling this 18 year old boy master. He nodded and she unzipped his pants. She pulled out his cock and smiled as she took it into her mouth.

Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked Kyle off. The car slowed, stopped, and Kyle lead the naked Mrs. Johnson to his apartment. It was a small place, against one wall a couch sat and against the other sat a large TV. There was a kitchen down a small hallway and further down the hall on the left was a bathroom, and to the right was his bedroom.

Kyle smiled and lead her to his bedroom. Mrs. Johnson lay down on Kyle's bed and Kyle made her get on her hands and knees. “Do you love me?” Kyle was naked and standing behind her.

He hungrily rubbed his cock between her ass cheeks. “Yes, I love you! I want you so bad, you are the only thing I care about! I need you, and nothing else is as important to me!”

Kyle rubbed the tip of his dick around her asshole. Mrs. Johnson wasn't normally up to anal, but she wanted him inside of her no matter how it got inside. “If you really love me, you will call your husband and tell him its over then make him listen as I fuck your ass the whole time.”

Mrs. Johnson wavered. She loved Kyle but she had a commitment to her husband.