Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2007 02:00:37 -0400
From: M Horton <2981notrohrm@gmail.com>
Subject: The Airhead in the Front Row

"The gorgeous blond in the front row had to be trying to tempt me. Long,
flowing, full-bodied hair, delicious curves, and a gorgeous body that
makes those other, skinnier girls in class who live on rice cakes look
weak.
She's one of many girls I've wanted to get close to in my twelve years of
teaching here at this rich, snooty private school in Beverly Hills. You
know, the kind of school where the girls wear short skirts, carry
designer purses, and do whatever they want. And she was no different.

I had watched the girls at this school since I was in middle school.
Sure, I wasn't rich, and I looked completely out of place among three
hundred spoiled rich girls, but I could watch. I always thought that a
middle school girl, especially a nervous-looking black girl from the
public school, stood out among a crowd of gorgeous, rich white kids with
all kinds of money. But I just liked watching them in their skirts as
school let out, enjoying that first after-school smoke and wanting to
share more than that with just one of them.

I stopped by to watch school let out every day from middle school all the
way through graduation. After that, I decided I wanted to teach there so
I could watch them all day and it wouldn't be weird. And the girls kept
getting sexier, especially the well-developed juniors and
seniors. Fortunately for me, I got sexier too, filling out my curvaceous
ghetto body very nicely. I thought I might be getting a few looks from a
potentially curious girl, but nothing ever came of it. Maybe I could make
it happen with this blond.

Her name was Jen, and she was as dumb as she was beautiful. She wasn't
slow or anything; she was just a complete airhead who liked being dumb.
Every assignmet she turned in was a complete mess of wandering thoughts,
clueless ramblings, and airheaded bits of pop culture, but because I
loved watching her in the front row, I gave her an A every time. Anyone
else who turned that into me would have been failed on the spot, but not
gorgeous Jen. She got away with absolutely anything, including breaking
the rules.

I had never made a move on any girl from school, even long after they
were gone; five years ago, a sexy former student came back and hit on me,
but I felt guilty and didn't go with it. Jen was different, though, and I
knew that, if I got her outside of class after she graduated, she was
mine. But I resisted for the first half of the year. I can keep it up
until graduation, and then she's mine. That's what I told myself.

Jen was in my last class of the day, and one Friday, I woke up, and for
some reason, I couldn't get her out of my mind. My mind wandered to the
way her breasts fell into that top of hers, and then to her skirt, and
then to all those times I spied on her while she decided to sneak a
smoke...and of course I never turned her in. Any other girl would have
been in big trouble for breaking the rules. But Jen could do anything. I
had a cigarette to calm my nerves, and then another, and nothing seemed
to work. I couldn't make a move on her today. But I had to. I lusted
after her.

I usually blocked her out until she came into my class. But my girls knew
I was distracted, and not much got done in the morning. I had to step out
to smoke during every class, even sneaking into a janitor's closet to
finger myself. Even after an orgasm, all I could think about was Jen, and
I think I threw her name into a few lessons. If it wasn't obvious I was
hot for Jen by lunch, it might never be.

And at lunch, the worst thing happened. I was out trying to calm myself
down, and Jen walks up and has a seat with me. Just the words, 'Hey,
Brandi,' were enough to make me melt. (I always ask my students to use my
first name. The headmistress doesn't like it, but she got over it a long
time ago.) She took out a cigarette of her own, and we smoked and talked
through lunch.

I was OK when I talked to her, and I think she noticed I was checking her
out. It took me no time at all to figure out she hadn't worn a bra to
school, not that she ever did; as I said, she got away with everything. I
don't even think she knew what her bra size was, since she never wore
one, but if I had to guess, she was about a 44DDD.

As I broke off the conversation to head back to class, a beautiful
brunette walked by and kissed Jen on the mouth. I almost passed out from
a combination of jealousy, lust, intense passion, and the fact that these
two girls were so incredibly erotic. I made up my mind that no rich
Beverly Hills girl was taking away my chance at Jen.

I spent my free period convincing myself the girls were just friends or
that Jen wasn't into women. But then I remembered that I saw tongue when
they kissed. Jen was a naughty lesbian like me, but even at the tender
age of 18, she got more action than I did at 35. Of course, I taught here
long enough to know one thing - parents encouraged their slutty little
daughters to experiment with each other so they wouldn't end up pregnant.
That experiment lasted long enough to bring out the lesbian side of most
girls and scare away the rest. Jen was one who embraced her pussy-loving
libido.

By the time Jen's class came, I was so exhausted and distracted that I
just put on a movie for the class. The girl who sat behind Jen was
absent, so I had a perfect opportunity as well as the entire class on me.
They wondered just how their teacher was going to make it through class
without seducing her gorgeous student. I was almost convinced we'd be
naked on the floor before the bell rang.

First, I handed back last week's test, and Jen, despite not answering a
single question correctly, got the only A. And as I sat down behind her
to start the movie, she opened her test to the back page, where I wrote,
'See me after class in my office. Love, B.' I had definitely had enough
waiting. To hell with the risks; I had to have her, and it was time to
find out just how receptive my favorite blond was.

She spent the entire class flirting with me and passing me notes. One
note she passed me said,

'What do you have on underneath?'

I wrote back,

'How bad do you want to find out?'

She asked me,

'Do you think my girlfriend's hot?'

I answered,

'Would your girlfriend be upset if I said you were hotter?'

And she replied,

'What that little slut doesn't know won't hurt her.'

Through notes, she told me how she'd been with her girlfriend since
middle school, but she had been cheating on her constantly. The other
girl was incredibly naive and seemed to be the only one who didn't know
about Jen's desires for other women.

I almost lost all self-control, but the bell rang just in time, and all
the sexy skirt-wearing beauties left except the one I wanted the most. I
opened the door to my office, Jen came inside, and, within seconds, we
were locked inside together.

In no time, our tongues were in each other's mouths. I couldn't resist
her, and I knew she couldn't resist me. Her clothes came off easily, and
I got to see all of her. She had on a tight, hot pink g-string, and
within about thirty seconds of us coming into my office, nothing more.

I was loving the fact that my blond lover was almost naked while I hadn't
taken anything off. I loved feeling her tongue in my mouth, and I
caressed her bare breasts, which, as I predicted, were pierced like mine.
She had big diamonds in each ring, and she loved letting me play with
them as I tongued her gorgeous mouth.

I worked my way down to her very ample ass, which I knew was tattooed
with that slut's name, but it made me feel dirty that my hand was
caressing a spot on her ass that had another woman's name on it. I wanted
to make her mine. I pulled her big backside toward me, and we kissed in
my lap.

I lit a cigarette, and we let the smoke rise from our tongues as we
shared it. I slid her g-string off without her even noticing; she was
naked, and she was my lover. I let my tongue touch her diamond nipples as
she licked her own breasts; our tongues met on her delicious tits. She
was a dream, and I lived to be with her...I thought to myself as I
reached for the blindfold in my desk drawer.

I tied her hands with her g-string, blindfolded her, and tongued her
mouth; she didn't mind a bit. I had so much in store for my lover. I bent
her naked body over the desk and spanked her. She wasn't expecting me to
be so forceful, but I loved it; I wanted to control my little slut. I
slapped her bouncy ass, and she took it like the little two-timing bitch
she was.

As I spanked her, I called her a few filthy names; she got off on being
called a 'cheating slut.' All I heard out of here was,

'Spank me harder, Brandi. Show me how you treat sluts like me.'

With gusto, I thought. I turned the spanking into a paddling, and her ass
took more punishment than anyone's ever given her. The little whore who's
gotten away with everything was getting hers at the hands of her teacher.
She was defenseless against me; she was tied up, blindfolded, and she
lusted for me. I could only imagine if her girlfriend saw her worshipping
me.

I stripped to my leather corset and put on my boots; this was the kind
that showed off my massive tits and let the little whore lick my pussy on
command. Unlike her, I was completely unshaven; she was about to get a
taste of what that was like.

I forced the little bitch to her knees and spread my legs on the desk.
Even blindfolded, she knew just what to do when I wrapped my legs around
her head. My blindfolded little bimbo was smart enough to tongue my pussy
without being asked. As she tongued me, I called out,

'Oh, hell yeah, bitch; give Brandi what she needs. You're my dirty little
bitch.'

I smoked and relaxed while Jen licked my pussy, knowing my submissive
wanted a cigarette in the worst way. I blew smoke all over as she soaked
it all in, tongueing me like a good little slut as she brought me closer
to climax. She didn't struggle a bit, tongueing my hairy pussy as I kept
calling her a whore and a pussy-licking slave bitch. I wasn't anywhere
near done with her.

I climaxed, shouting nasty names at her and calling her a bitch while she
just tongued me and took it like she's supposed to. I wasn't done
degrading the little tramp; I was ready to mark her as my personal whore
right then and there. I was ready to train her, and from the way she
knelt at attention as I stood with my pussy over her mouth, she knew what
was coming next. And when she spoke, she knew what was coming.

'I'd love it if you pissed in my slut mouth, Brandi. I love being a piss
slave.'

I obliged the little blond tramp, filling her mouth with piss faster than
she could swallow it. She didn't comolain once as I pissed all over her;
golden piss dripped from her blond locks as she drank up every drop she
could. It got all over her tits, even falling to her diamonds; she didn't
care. I clearly wasn't the first to dominate this little slut.

I knew there was only one thing left for the bitch to do, and that was to
get a climax of her own. Her oversized breasts had to be big enough to be
sensitive to pain and pleasure both, and I made it my mission to make Jen
my slave.

I made her kneel on my chair so she was eye-level to me. I took out my
leather whip and started lashing her tits - easily at first, and then a
little faster. She moaned, obviously in a bit of surprise, but I wasn't
letting up. I asked her,

'Have you ever had your tits whipped before, slut?'

She told me,

'My nanny did it all the time. She had big tits like you and she loved to
torture me.'

I kept it up, lashing her big, bouncy tits harder and faster, bringing
the bitch under my spell. She was dumb, so hypnotizing her should just be
a matter of making her climax. I said to her,

'When you orgasm, you will remember everything I tell you, and you will
follow it.'

The only words out of her slut mouth were,

'Yes, Brandi.'

I sped up the lashings as I issued my commands. Everything was new to
her, but she simply said,

'Yes, Brandi,'

to every demand I made. I felt her becoming more mindless with everything
I demanded. The whippings sped up, and she moaned with every crack of the
whip across her enormous breasts. My orders to her were,

'I want you at school on Monday in just a g-string,'

'You will cut class on command for me,'

'You will obey my orders without question.'

'If you see my bare breasts or my bare pussy, you will be blind forever.
I will only be nude when you are blindfolded.'

'I want a threesome with your girlfriend.'

Every order was agreed to, and finally, I was bringing the tramp to
climax. She screamed like the little rich whore she is, and I saw her
becoming mine. She was mindless, and I loved the feeling of ruling her.
Her tits bounced and her ass jiggled, and I loved watching as my
blindfolded, restrained little slut was at my mercy.

The rest of the evening went much the same way, with us going from making
out to me lashing her ass and tits harder and faster with every session.
She swallowed my piss, and she ate my pussy and ass several times. She
told me she worshipped me and that I could have her any time I wanted.

The next night, Jen and I threesomed with her girlfriend, and I taught
her how to dominate her little slut. Jen obeys both of us, and she
actually came to school on Monday in nothing but a g-string. As I
expected, she got away with it, and soon my classes were full of girls
clad in just g-strings. My school was turning into more of a lesbian
harem than a school, and by the end of the year, even the headmistress
was dressing in g-strings and tongueing with teachers in the hall.

Jen graduated with honors after submitting to every teacher, and I looked
forward to my next crop of seniors. Hot pink g-strings became the school
uniform, and every class turned into "sex education." And, of course, Jen
still worships me, having become my naked live-in slave...well, mine and
her gorgeous girlfriend's. I wonder how many girls will get the chance to
lash her tits at the upcoming all-school sex party..."