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Dress inspo
Diana taps her pencil against the test she’d graded, glancing at Sofia. She’s the oldest student in her class, soon to be 25 in April, but there’s something enticing about her. She’s smart, dedicated to her studies, and yet, she’d failed three tests in a row. Sofia turns her head towards her, their eyes meeting. Hers are so soft, so innocent, too innocent to be pulling the kind of trick she’s pulling, if her theory is right. Sophie’s eyes move from hers down to her chest. She’d do that often while Diana was teaching, her eyes seeming to burn wherever they lingered. It wasn’t wrong for a woman to look at another woman’s chest. It was natural, she supposed. She’d had her fair share of sneaking glances at women’s asses when she was out shopping with friends. But those had been quick, appreciative glances. Sophie’s were long and drawn out, lingering so that her eyes were almost always on her breasts while she was teaching. Diane shifts in her chair, crossing her leg over the other. Her panties are damp, sticking to her folds, forcing her to feel just how hot and wet she is. Over a student nonetheless. How laughable. Sophie’s eyes move lower, still on the buttons of her blazer. As if willing them to go away, so she can see what’s beneath. Diane smiles, reaching for the middle button of her blazer. Sophie bites her lip. The way her teeth sink into it makes it look so soft, so kissable. Diane unbuttons the middle button, moving towards the top. She’s wearing a white blouse beneath, her breasts straining against the tight, thick fabric. She’s just about to undo the last button when a soft voice stops her.
“Excuse me professor?”
Diane glances up at one of the women sitting beside Sophie.
“Yes, Isabel?”
“I have a question.”
Sofia looks down at her notebook, her face flushing. Diane stands up, moving over to Isabel’s desk.
“What can I help you with, my dear?”
“I don’t understand how to do the math for this,” she says, pointing the tip of her pencil to one of the math problems. Sofia cups her chin, drawing lazy circles into her notebook. She’d finished all of her homework already.
“Sophie?”
Sofia raises her head, her eyes widening.
“Yes professor?”
“Can you help your friend with this question?”
“W-what question?” She says, setting down her pencil.
“Number 9. A company has $50,000 in assets and $20,000 in liabilities. What is the company’s equity?”
“Um-“
Sofia grabs her worksheet, checking.
“30,000.”
“That’s exactly right,” Diane says, smiling. “That was one of the questions on the test, as well. I’m surprised you got that one wrong.”
Sofia bites her lip.
“I guess I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Mhm. Help her with that question and see me after class.”
Sofia’s cheeks flush.
“Am I in trouble, professor?”
“No I’d just like to speak with you about something.”
Sofia nods, moving her desk closer to Isabel’s.
“So this is how you do it-“
Diana sighs, walking back over to her desk. Her theory is right. Sofia’s pretending not to know the answers. But why? A few minutes later, the sharp sound of the bell comes followed by the scraping of chairs and shuffling of feet.
“And that will be able for today, class,” Diana says, pushing her graded tests underneath the folder on her desk. “Read chapters 13-16 by next week’s class and make sure you complete all of the homework I’ve posted online. There are no extensions possible unless you provide me with a doctor’s note.”
Students groan as they shove their notebooks into their backpacks.
“There will also be an exam next Friday. I expect all of you to study. The grades this quarter have not been good.”
Her students rush out of the classroom, heading to their next classes or their dorms on campus. Sofia is the only one left behind. She’s scribbling in her notebook, tapping her foot against the floor.
“Sophie come to my desk.”
“Yes professor.”
Sofia rushes over to her desk.
“Sit,” she says, motioning to the chair on the other side of her desk.
“Yes professor.”
Sofia sits down, pulling her short dress over her knees.
“May I see your homework?”
“My homework?” She asks.
“Yes go get it from off your desk.”
Sofia stands up, turning around. Her dress hugs her plump ass, this one stopping a little after her upper thighs. Normally, she doesn’t care what her students wear. They aren’t in high school anymore and there isn’t a dress code in college, but she’d been wearing dresses ever since the semester started. Even when it snowed or rained. And these dressers weren’t modest, they were club dresses.
The one she wears now is cheetah print, and the fabric is tight, clinging mercilessly to her ample hips and slim waist. Sophie grabs her worksheet, returning to her desk. Placing it on the desk, she sits once again. Diane scans the worksheet.
“You have all the answers right.”
“Yes professor.”
Diane glances at her.
“And yet you failed the last three tests,” she says, reaching for the tests underneath her folder. Sofia’s eyes widen.
“What?”
“Are you surprised?” She says, laying the tests out in front of her.
Sofia looks at her grades. A 51. A 52. A 55.
“But I’ve been studying so hard, I don’t know how-“
“I believe you’ve been studying,” she grabs one of her pens, placing it on the first problem. “If you notice, most of the problems from this worksheet were on the last test. Yet you answered half of them wrong. All of the homework you’ve submitted online also has 100s, which leads me to believe,” she drags her pen around the circle outlining her grade. “Are you failing on purpose?”
“No!” She says, standing from her seat. “I-“
“There was no need to stand. Did I ask you to?”
Sofia takes a shaky breath.
“I haven’t bee-“
“I won’t entertain you until you sit.”
Sofia does, rubbing her thighs together.
“How old are you, Sophie?”
“25, ma’am.”
“Hm. Are you single?”
“What does that have to do with-“
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” she says, lowering her head.
“I’ve caught you staring at my chest several times during class,” Diane says, setting down her pen.
“I’m sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable?” She asks, her face flushing.
“No. It’s natural to have a crush and I am not that much older than you,” she says, crossing her legs. “But if you are failing just so that we can be alone, it won’t do you any good.”
“I’m sorry,” she says, ducking her head.
Diane adjusts her grade on each of the papers. A 91. A 92. A 95.
“Look at me.”
Sofia raises her head.
“You will do better on this next test, yes?”
“Yes professor.”
“Very good.”
Diane stands up, smoothing down her skirt.
“Your behavior today will not go unpunished, my dear.“
“Please don’t send me to the principal,” she says.
Diane smiles.
“We’re in college not high school, Sophie. Instead,” Diane reaches into her drawer, grabbing a long ruler. “I’d like you on my desk with your ass up. Face down.“
Sofia blinks.
“Did I hear you right, ma’am?” She asks, glancing at the ruler.
“Yes.”
Diane grabs a pair of leather gloves from her drawer, pulling them on.
“You’ve been staring at my breasts since the semester started which means you want something from me, don’t you?”
“Yes but I-“
“But you?”
“I never thought you would feel the same way,” she says, looking down at her hands.
Diane moves around her desk, sliding her hand underneath Sofia’s chin. She tilts her head up. Their eyes meet.
“I don’t know what I feel about you yet but something about you does entice me, my darling. So why don’t you climb on the desk, and let’s see how far this little crush takes you?”
“Yes ma’am.”
Sofia gets to her feet, walking around the desk. Diane follows behind her, pushing the tests and the pens on the desk out of the way. She cups Sofia’s ass through her dress, sighing at how soft her ass is, how plump. Sophie whimpers, losing her train of thought.
“On the desk.”
“O-okay.”
Placing her hands down on the desk, she climbs up onto it. The back of her dress rises, showing off the bottom cups of her ass. Diane rubs the ruler against one of her cheeks. Sofia gasps, turning her head to look back at her.
“Arch your back, nice and deep as though you are about to be fucked.”
Sofia slides her hands to the edge of the desk, deepening her arch. Her ass pushes out. More of her dress rises, bunching around her hips. Diane slides the tip of her ruler over Sofia’s panties. They’re black and cheeky, covering most of her ass, save for the bottom. She slaps the ruler against Sofia’s ass, testing her sensitivity. Sofia arches her back, whimpering.
“You’re quite sensitive,” Diane says, rubbing her fingers over the cheek she’d just slapped. “And your skin is so pale, it flushes at just the slightest hit.”
She slaps her other cheek, a bit harder this time.
“Ugh,” Sofia moans, digging her fingers into the desk.
Diane sets the ruler down, sliding her panties down to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she pushes them into Sofia’s mouth.
“Bite down on this, my dear.”
Sofia does. Moving to the front door, Diane locks it, and lowers the blinds on the window. Undoing the rest of her buttons, she pulls off her blazer, placing it down on the chair beside her. Grabbing the handkerchief in her left pocket, she grabs Sofia’s wrists, pinning them behind her back before tying them.
“Is it too tight?”
Sophie shakes her head.
“Your panties look good in my mouth,” she says, picking up her ruler. And they do, the bright, red color complimenting her skin. Lifting up her ruler, she brings it down onto Sophie’s ass. She moans, her voice muffled against the cloth. Her ass flushes beneath her underwear. Diane cups her ass gently, pressing her hips against hers. “You will take 12 hits, my dear. Then we will move onto something bigger.”
“Mhm.”
Sofia moans her approval.
Diane strikes both cheeks at a time, slightly harder each time. Sophie only moans quietly. Good, she isn’t in any pain yet. 12 come fast, and she sets down the ruler, rubbing her gloved hands over her ass. Sofia pushes her hips back, rubbing her ass back and forth against her hands. Her gloves are cool, so she’s probably finding relief from it. “You did a very good job, my dear. But you’re a big girl aren’t you, Sofia? You can handle something more, can’t you?”
Sophie moans, looking up at her. Setting the ruler down, Diane grabs a thick, wooden paddle from her drawer. She hits Sophie’s right cheek. Then her left. Sofia groans, her hips arching up. Diane smacks her other cheek, alternating between each one, before smacking both. Sofia’s ass jiggles after each hit, her ass flushing bright red. Hooking her fingers around the band of her panties, Diane pulls Sofia’s underwear down around her knees, before bringing the paddle down again. Much harder this time. Sophie digs her fingers into the handkerchief on her wrists, her moans getting louder, still muffled by her cloth. Diane moves faster, peppering her ass with hits. Sofia’s thighs shake, restricted by her panties around her knees, keeping her from being able to move her legs. Diane moves the paddle to her upper thighs, giving Sofia’s skin a break. Sofia’s legs shake harder.
“Sensitive here, my dear?” Diana asks, leaning over her. Sofia nods, looking at her. Her eyes are full of tears. “Poor thing. Crying already, hm?” She rubs her ass gently. “You want some pleasure to make up for this pain, right my dear?”
Sophie nods.
“Very well.”
Reaching into her drawer, she grabs one of her toys. It’s clean and unused. She’d been saving it for when Sofia would make a move on her. Taking it out of the package, she moves over to the sink in the back of her room. Sofia’s eyes follow, her lashes wet with tears. Pumping some soap into her hand, she rubs it over the head of the plug. It’s made of metal, and the rim is encased with red diamonds that will look good on Sophie’s skin. Turning on the faucet, she runs it over the plug, washing the soap off. She moves back over to Sofia, spreading her legs as much as she can with the underwear around her knees. Placing her fingers on each side of Sophie’s cleanly shaven pussy, she pulls her folds apart and spits. Sofia whimpers, her hips jerking. Her spit drips in between her folds. Sliding the head of the toy inside of her pussy, she waits until Sofia is comfortable, before sliding the rest of it in.
“Good girl,” she says, slapping her ass. Grabbing her paddle, she begins hitting her again, but this time each slap should send a wave of pleasure to Sophie’s pretty pussy. Grabbing her phone, Diane turns the vibrator on, setting it to a level where she thinks Sofia won’t cum. Sofia bucks her hips against the toy inside of her, trying to get relief from it, though she must say it’s sweet watching her try. She won’t cum until Diane allows it, though she doesn’t know that yet. She quickens her pace, hitting Sophie’s ass until it’s dark red, and then she returns to her thighs, hitting her hamstrings and up. Thick, white liquid runs in between Sofia’s legs as her hips begin shuddering.
“Did you just cum, my dear?” She asks, sliding her fingers into her hair.
Sofia nods, her eyes watering.
“You cum much faster than I thought then,” she says, setting her paddle down. “Hold on just a moment. I will teach you some discipline.”
She sets the vibrations to low on her phone, walking over to the mini fridge beside her desk. She keeps drinks in there for the most part, but today she has a slice of strawberry cheesecake that she brought from home. Grabbing the container and a fork, she walks behind Sofia.
“This cheesecake has 8 strawberries on top of it, Sophie,” she says, opening the lid. “I will put one inside of your ass while I spank you. If you break it, we will start again with a new strawberry. If you go through all 8, I will not allow you to cum, do you understand me?”
Sophie whimpers.
Diane grabs her fork, pushing it into the tip of the cheesecake. It comes off easily, still cold from the fridge. Sophie’s hips arch up, her soft moan muffled against the panties balled in her mouth. “You should really try some, my dear,” she says, taking a bite. “The cheesecake is just so-“ she slides her hand over Sofia’s ass; it’s still hot from when she’d spanked it. Her fingers brush against the ring of cold, red diamonds lining the rim of the toy inside of her pussy. Sophie bucks her hips pitifully, trying to signal to her where she wants to be touched. Moving her hand from the toy, she slides her hand over one of her asscheeks before squeezing it. “So decadent.” She releases her ass, pushing her fork in between her lips. “Mhm,” she moans as the cheesecake melts against her tongue, just the kind she likes. “It’s nice and sweet. Would you like to try some?”
Sofia turns her head towards her. Spit drips from her chin, running down her throat. It’s unmarked, but it won’t be for long.
“Hm?” Diane asks, coaxing an answer from her. “Tell me what you’d like, my dear. Don’t be shy now.”
She moans against her panties.
“If you don’t answer, I might not give you any.”
“Mhm!” She says, pushing her ass up. She’s constricted because of the panties around her knees, stopping her from spreading her legs or moving them any further.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Diane pushes the fork into the cheesecake, getting a good chunk of the graham cracker on the bottom. She lifts it to Sofia’s lips, then tuts. “How will I feed you with panties in your mouth, my darling?”
Sofia whines, curling her fingers around the binds on her wrists.
“I guess you just won’t have any.”
Setting the fork down, she reaches for one of the strawberries at the end of the plate. It’s one of the only strawberries that isn’t coated in sticky syrup, a good starter for Sofia. Wiping the whip cream on one of Sophie’s cheeks, she pushes her legs apart, licking around the rim of the toy inside of her. Sophie groans, digging her fingers into the cloth on her wrists.
“My my,” Diane says, lifting her head. “And I thought the cheesecake was sweet.” She lowers her mouth back down to her pussy, tonguing around the cool metal. Pulling it out with her free hand, she licks the juices dripping from it groaning. Sofia watches her through half-lidded eyes, her eyes smoldering with heat, with desire. Diana sucks the toy into her mouth, licking Sophie’s juices clean. Fuck. She might not be able to play this game for long. She slides her tongue to Sophie’s clit, licking it gently before sucking it into her mouth. Sophie’s legs shake, closing around her head. Diane places her hands on her thighs, keeping them open as she sucks harder. Sophie’s breathing changes, sharp, ragged as she breathes in through her nose. Diane slides three of her fingers into Sofia’s pussy, rubbing her spit along her inner walls.
“Mhmph!”
Diane sucks her clit harder, matching the pace of her fingers to the way she licks Sofia’s pussy.
“Mhmphm!”
Diane releases her clit gently, raising her head. Sofia’s sweet pussy is covered in bright, red lipstick from where her lipstick had smudged off. Licking Sophie’s folds, she moves her mouth to her ass. She pulls it apart with her fingers, just as she’d done Sofia’s pussy. Sophie’s ass twitches, clenching around nothing. Diane presses her lips against her ass, pulling her head back to admire the hot red lipstick on her ass. Stretching her hole wider, she spits in her ass before pushing her tongue inside of her. She’s tight, but the strawberry will fit. She raises her head, sliding the tip of the strawberry into her ass. Once it’s fully in, she straightens, grabbing her paddle. The head of the strawberry sits snugly on the rim of Sofia’s ass, the bright, green leaves standing out against her flushed skin. Diane slaps her ass once. Sofia clenches around it. Red juice drips in between her legs.
“Don’t clench it so tightly, my dear. Do you remember what I told you? You won’t cum if you can’t hold these strawberries in your ass.”
She smacks her ass again. Sofia tries spreading her legs but fails to, her hips jerking up. The head of the strawberry is still in-tact, but more juice runs in between her thighs, which are starting to shake again. Soon, the strawberry will turn to mush. She falls into familiar rhythm, each smack causing more juice to spill from the strawberry. She smacks the head of the strawberry with her paddle. The leaves break off, falling onto the desk. The strawberry breaks, and she tsks, pulling the strawberry out by the small chunk of leaf left. The strawberry is broken, the inside ripe, and fleshy. Diana slaps Sofia’s asshole. Her ass twitches again, trying to clench around the strawberry but there’s nothing left of it, save for the small chunks smearing her inner walls. Diana grabs a strawberry from the top of the cake. This one is covered in sweet, candied syrup. Sliding it into her asshole, she watches as syrup runs down the back of her thighs. “You’ll have to clench around this one properly, my dear. Otherwise it will break on the first hit.” She brings the paddle down. Sofia’s ass flushes a darker red, and the strawberry breaks within moments, chunks of it falling onto the desk. Diane tsks, sliding yet another strawberry into her. “That’s 3 my dear. It seems you don’t want to cum.” Sophie shakes her head. Diana slides her hand around her throat, pushing her head back. She presses a soft kiss to Sofia’s neck, opening her mouth to tongue at the fleshiest part of her throat as she begins spanking her once more. It doesn’t take long for the strawberry to break. She inserts another, this one mushier than the last as she sucks the skin she’d been licking into her mouth, bruising it. Marking it. Another strawberry goes into her ass, then another, then another. Soon, they’re on the last one. Releasing Sofia’s neck, she kisses along her shoulder, down towards her chest, which is covered by her dress. The last strawberry breaks; Diane lifts her head, looking over at Sofia’s ass.
“You failed, my sweet girl,” she says. “But I will reward you either way since this is your first time. But before you get your reward, you will eat my pussy.”
Removing Sophie’s panties, she sets them onto the desk before sitting on her chair. She spreads her legs, draping one of them over the arm of her chair.
“Come here, my dear,” she says.
Sofia stands on shaky legs.
She turns around, walking over to her before getting on her knees. Diane pulls her panties out of her mouth. They’re wet with her spit. She places them on her chair, cupping Sofia’s face.
“Are you alright, my girl?”
She nods, licking her lips.
“Then go on.” Sofia lowers her head, licking her clit. Diane sighs, leaning back against her chair. “That’s it, my darling. Don’t be afraid to apply pressure.” Sofia licks her clit harder, before sucking it into her mouth. “Ugh,” Diane groans, closing her eyes. She slides her fingers into Sofia’s hair, pulling her closer. Her nose rubs against her pussy as she licks in between her folds, alternating between sucking her clit, and licking her pussy. Diane tightens her grip on her hair, burying her face into her pussy. She grinds against her face, panting as warmth fills her stomach. Sofia licks her pussy in between soft moans, her juices smearing across her chin. She looks up at Diane, her eyes no longer glassy as she keeps licking and sucking. Diane twists in her chair, arching her back. “I’m so close, my dear,” she says. “Just a little more and, ugh!” Her orgasm tears through her, leaving her hips shuddering. Sofia doesn’t stop licking as Diane’s juices drip onto her chin, running down her throat. Diane sighs, laying back, her pussy spasming. She undoes the buttons of her blouse and pulls off her bra. The air hits her hard nipples and she moans, cupping them gently as she watches Sofia get to her feet. Diana releases her breasts, sliding her hand around Sofia’s wrists. She pulls off the handkerchief, rubbing Sofia’s wrists.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes ma’am.”
Diana lifts up her dress and Sofia takes it where she can’t any longer, pulling it over her head. She unclasps her bra, freeing her breasts, her pink nipples hard at the tips. She bites her lip, grabbing the plate of the cheesecake.
“Still on that, my sweet girl? Come bring it. Along with the fork.”
She does. Diana pushes her fork into the cheesecake, breaking off a large chunk. She places it on the tip of her tongue, pulling Sofia closer. Sofia licks the tip, moaning softly.
“Sweet,” she says as she licks it harder. The cheesecake melts against her tongue along with the syrup. She bites of a chunk, chewing on it. Diane pulls her onto her lap, her pussy rubbing against Sofia’s. Closing her mouth over Sofia’s, she licks at the rest of the cheesecake, melting the cake and the crust to mere crumbs as she grinds her hips against hers, gasping into her mouth when their clits drag against each other’s. Sofia wraps her arms around her neck, their nipples rubbing as she moves her hips faster. Diane slides her fingers into her hair, kissing her harder. Rougher, trying to lick all of the cheesecake off of her mouth. Sofia groans, hips still moving, digging her fingers into her neck as she orgasms just a moment before Diane does, moaning into her mouth. Diane separates their lips, sighing softly.
“You will do better on your next test, yes?” She says, rubbing Sofia’s bottom lip.
“Yes professor.”
“Good.” She lifts Sofia up off her lap, checking her watch. “I have another class. But if you do good on the test on Friday, I will reward you.”
Sofia smiles.
“Okay!”
“Now go and make sure you wash properly.”
“Yes professor.”
Sofia pulls on her dress and grabs her belongings, giving Diane one last glance before she runs out of the classroom. Diana buttons up her blouse, balling her panties up and throwing them in her drawer, before closing it. She cleans up all of her toys, wipes down her desk, and fixes her hair. A moment later, students fill the classroom, waiting to be taught.
“Alright class,” Diana says, her lips still lingering with the taste of Sofia’s mouth. “Open your textbooks to page 230…”
There’s a groan as the students do as they’re told. She turns towards the whiteboard at the back of her room, smiling as she remembers Sofia. She better do well this Friday so she can fuck her again.