Naughty Teacher-Student Sex Story
"After School Special," a Dirty Martini tale by Vera Roberts
It’s a scenario that has been played out in the media before: a high-school student falls in love with a teacher and an illicit love affair begins. They get caught, teacher goes to jail, and all is forgotten later. Jamie never figured out how in the hell anyone could look at any of their teachers even remotely sexually. That is, until he met Ms. Kendrick. She was a young History teacher who seemed more passionate about studying the Cold War than she was about any pop culture events. Although it seemed she was aloof at times, Ms. Kendrick simply didn’t care enough about Perez Hilton and the like to give a damn.
Still, pop culture references aside, there was a secret about Ms. Kendrick that many—her colleagues included—had wondered about. She drove a Mercedes that was splashed with candy-apple paint. She carried designer labels on her arms and always seemed to look like she was worth well more than she was getting paid. Everyone knew teachers didn’t get paid nearly their worth. Many teachers picked up second jobs and severely cut back their lifestyles just to make sure the lights stayed on. But Ms. Kendrick never really had that problem. Many assumed she came from a rich family or had a wealthy sugar daddy supporting her. If only it was that simple. Ms. Kendrick was hiding a well-kept secret from everyone, her students especially. She was a stripper, and it was truly by accident that Jamie found out. That became the night he would never forget.
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Since they had all just turned 18, Jamie and his friends decided to hit The Lovely Kitten Gentleman’s Club for an evening of relaxation. What says "relaxation" better than having a stripper shaking her ass in your face? Ordering soft drinks at the bar, the men sat at the front table to enjoy themselves. Every dancer brought something different to the table. Some of them were acrobatic-flexible. Some of them were the bump n’ grind type of dancers. Some of them used their eyes to seduce. Nevertheless, all of the dancers were great. Until one particular dancer came on stage. When she did, Jamie thought he was going to fall out of his chair.
Her hair was cut in a black bob. Her breasts were perfect due to a little knife sculpting. Her toned body was the result of many workouts at the local gym. But it was her face that really garnered the most attention. She had innocence about her, although her place of work and attire told otherwise. But it wasn’t just the look on her face that captured Jamie’s attention. He recognized her. It was Ms. Kendrick.
She was wearing a black corset, fishnet stockings and five-inch stripper heels. Jamie found his mouth gaped open. Was that really his boring History teacher teasing customers with a sneak peek of her pussy? There was no question where she was getting her extra income. He didn’t know how long she had been stripping, but he imagined it had been for a while based on her lifestyle. And now she was bumping and grinding in his face. Jamie could definitely tell stripping was something Ms. Kendrick had done for a while. She had a dancer’s rhythm, naturally moving her body to every beat and melody. It wasn’t contrived or practiced. She cupped her firm breasts and licked her lips, practically begging the patrons to spend just a few more dollars on her. When she did the splits on the floor and bounced her ass, Jamie felt his head nodding along with her.
His next move would be spoken about for many years to come. The end result would become the all-time greatest dinner story. Jamie was going to pay for Ms. Kendrick to give him a lap dance. Ms. Kendrick’s reaction to Jamie’s generosity would be classic.
Looking around at the closed VIP room, Jamie really started to wonder if he had crossed a line he had no business crossing. Up until now, Ms. Kendrick hadn't seemed to recognize him. Now, Jamie was sitting in a chair with his hands firmly tied behind his back. The club had a strict no touching rule but they also wanted to be sure there was no way a patron would even entertain the thought of copping a feel. Jamie instantly felt like a dumb ass. At least he had paid for the dance in advance.
Jamie didn’t believe in coincidences. He thought it was just a way of justifying something that was meant to happen. But he felt a little unnerved that “Scandalous” happened to play in the overhead speakers as Ms. Kendrick entered the room. She was wearing black thigh-high boots with 5-inch heels, a low cut top that barely covered her C-cup tits, and boy shorts that appeared to be a size too small for her ass. Her belly piercing slightly dangled from her navel with every move she made, almost whispering to Jamie to touch it with his teeth. In a moment, he went from playing in a nice head game with his teacher to being flat-out seduced by her. What the fuck had he gotten himself into?
Jamie was starting to feel a little guilty. Ms. Kendrick still had no idea he was one of her students, and he was taking full advantage of that fact. But it was too late. He was trapped and couldn’t escape even if he had wanted to. He thought about that saying - be careful for what you wish for…you just might get it.
“Are you ready?” Ms. Kendrick asked as she got ready for her private performance.
To be honest, Jamie was anything but ready. He was actually scared shitless.
“Ye…ye…yeah…” he stammered.
“Good,” Ms. Kendrick replied. She turned around and smiled softly. She walked over to him and gently kissed his lips, assuring him that everything was going to be okay. But each time he tried to open his mouth to give up the charade, his loins were set ablaze by her movements. She smelled like of vanilla musk, lightly touched with jasmine. Her aura was dripping with sex and it was obvious Ms. Kendrick was no rookie or amateur. She knew exactly what the fuck she was doing. Maybe Jamie didn’t feel so guilty after all.
“Let’s begin,” she smiled again. She leaned forward on Jamie, pressing her breasts against his chest. She cooed in his ear, playfully biting it as her hands caressed his chest. She turned around and bent over and showed her perfectly round ass to Jamie. He could definitely see why some guys referred to a female’s ass using all sorts of euphemisms. It was an apple, a biscuit, and a romp-shaker. It made Jamie wonder what Ms. Kendrick was doing, hiding all of that ass underneath her clothes.
But her ass was just an appetizer to the dual main course meals. She stripped off her top and her breasts bounced out. They were perfect. Tear-shaped and lickable, as he would later describe to his boys. They were succulent and dying to be played with, licked, and sucked. Jamie felt his mouth water just looking at them. However, the best was yet to come. Ms. Kendrick pulled off her boy shorts and revealed her waxed snatch. Cinnamon-colored, smooth, and slick with her juices and sweat, making Jamie’s cock bounce in his pants.
She climbed on top of him and began to grind her pussy against the bulge of his pants. Because Jamie was restricted to keep his hands to himself, he was tortured by not being able to do anything. She was an expert at riding cock and he only imagined how she was in bed. She began to ride him faster, softly moaning with each grind. Jamie no longer could play the actor and began grunting against her. He wanted to fuck her so bad and couldn’t. The torture was worse than any after-school detention.
Just when he couldn’t take it anymore, Jamie shot off in his pants. He came hard and quick, leaving him panting and sweating. Ms. Kendrick stopped riding him and smiled as Jamie regained his composure. She softly kissed his forehead and patted his face with her hands. She then got up and gathered her clothing. She undid the tie behind his back and massaged Jamie’s wrists. But before she could leave, there was one last piece of business Ms. Kendrick had to go over with Jamie to make sure it was an evening he would never forget.
“Just to remind you,” she whispered in his ear, “homework is still due on Monday.”
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Originally published December 2010
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