Title: Senior Dare
Author: Nick Schwartz (TheFunDreams@gmail.com)
Keywords: MF, teacher, student, school, bdsm, dom, sub,
maledom,femsub, sex
Summary: A senior in college turns in a dirty story on a dare.

Redistribution: Allowed, but with restrictions: redistribution is
permitted only to ASSTR and other free story-sites, NOT
commercial story-sites  Please do not change the header with out
my permission


Note: This is my first story, Feedback is appreciated


    It started off as a dare.  My senior year of college had
come.  I was about to graduate I had practically passed all my
classes.  I had to turn in a couple papers, take a few exams, 
and finish my elective, free writing.  A class I couldn’t fail.
    In Free Writing, on the first day of class our professor
handed out a series of dates.  She explained that as long as we
handed in one story of the appropriate length on each of those
dates she would give us all As.  The papers just had to be
acceptable to English standards she laid out and taught in class
and with that she gave us a smile.
    Most guys in class ignored the lessons and almost anything
she said, and just stared dreamily at that smile, and the body it
was connected to and what a body it was.
    Rebecca Parker was a knockout fox. She was the youngest
professor on the faculty at 25 when she joined the faculty last
year.  Her age allowed her to be instantly in touch with her
students, and she dressed like a college student instead of a
stuffy old professor.  She made no attempt to hide her body like
most teachers at the school, and her body was amazing. While no
one knew for sure, there was many guesses about her exact
measurements.  She had an ample bosom that turned heads and
bounced provocatively.  I often had trouble keeping my eyes off
of it, at least once I thought she had caught me staring at them
in class, but rather than make a scene, she flashed a smile and
continue teaching as if she didn't care.  What a teacher.
    I was forced to take Professor Parker’s class in my junior
year as a mandatory english course, but I barely passed due to
being distracted by her looks.  However it didn’t take long for
me to sign up for another class taught by her in my senior year.
I just wanted to spend an hour each day watching her move and
dreaming about that body and cute smile.


    The subject of the dare however started off as a joke.  I
wrote a story about Professor Parker in my junior year as a joke,
and I sent it to my friend Dave.  I trusted him and he had proved
he had could be trusted often.  That story was in Dave’s
possession for a full year and he never mentioned it.
    The story involved Professor Parker and me meeting after
class we had a short conversation that lead to me listing off a
variety of things I would like to do with her.  The ideas
revolved around the fact she would be subservient to me and let
me try anything I wanted with her, and often on her.  In my story
she even suggests a few filthy things herself.
    Most of the story was just suggestion or hints at what we’d
do, but I the idea of my beautiful buxom teacher letting me have
my way with her was enjoyable.  I’d often read the story when I
didn’t have a date and enjoy myself to the thought of her on her
knees offering herself to me in any way I want.
    I kept the story around and ended up adding to it when I was
bored and horny, a horrible combination.  I added a scene where
we had sex for the first time.  It wasn’t love making, and I
didn’t want it to be love making.  It was just a large amount of
smut in which I chose how to have sex and she tried her best to
please me.  I even gave Dave the new version when I finished
something I wanted to share. Every time he got a new copy he
would flash me a thumbs up the next day and didn’t mention it
after.
    A month before Finals, Dave and I were hanging out with some
ladies, and playing truth or dare.  The game had alcohol
involved, and we had gotten pretty far, but at some point Dave
asked me Truth or Dare, and I laughed and said “Dare” thinking
he’d have me hook up with one of the girls.
    Instead Dave just smiled at me and said “Give your story to
Professor Parker as your final exam.”  I laughed until Dave just
nodded and then motioned me to take a turn.
    It wasn’t until the next day that Dave told me he was serious
in the dare, he explained the final was 25 percent of my grade
and at worst I would get a C.  Though I could get an A and be a
hero to Dave.
    I just laughed at him but he called me a wuss, and I just
told him that we’d see with no chance of me actually following
through.


    Professor Parker made it hard to think about anything else
other than my story.  She continued to dress provocatively.  On
the coldest day of the year, she wore an overcoat to class, and
took it off revealing a low cut blouse and a short skirt.  I
think I she only wore a sweater once for a school event to show
off a silly Christmas Sweater, and it was the dullest lesson I
had in her class.   Though she still wore a short skirt which
kept the class somewhat interesting.
    I always thought Professor Parker was aware the effect her
body had on the men in her class, but didn’t mind a horny class,
as long as they we were attentive.  I could attest it worked.  I
don’t think a single guy in the class ever slept through it,
something I couldn’t say about other classes.  Instead the only
problem she ever had was getting a guy’s attention to answer a
question.
    When the time for the final arrive Professor Parker sat in
her chair at the front of the class, behind her desk, and crossed
her leg, making me wish her desk would just disappear.  She then
laid out the theme of the paper.
    “I don’t want you to stress over your final paper.  It’s only
a paper like you’ve been handing in so far.  However it’s your
final, so I’d like to give you a large theme.  Talk about the one
thing you desire most in the whole world.   I don’t care if it’s
a car, or a job, or just a state of mind.  I want to know what
all of you want deep in your heart.”
    It was at that moment I decided to go for it.  Win, lose or
draw, I was curious what she would think about my desire.
    I spent the next week working on my paper to make sure it was
up to her standards.  I removed a few suggestions I thought would
be over the top, added a little more description to what happened
between us, and fleshed out her a little more than just leaving
her as a silly fuck puppet.  I didn’t want to insult her, I
wanted to show what I desired, her giving herself to me.
    It struck me that I was looking at an F but I felt confident
I could still pass.  Just something  about the way she said
desire made me know I had to let her know the truth.
    I worked more on that paper than any other final.  I didn’t
do bad on any final, but I could have better used my time on
classes that would matter.  Yet I turned my paper on time, and
she flashed her winning smile as she accepted my assignment. 
That same smile I saw every day in class was the same one I wrote
about in my paper on her body as she kneeled before me and asked
me to use her.   I knew it was the last time I’d see it, as I’d
get my paper back when I got my final grade but it wouldn’t be in
person.
    As I walked out of the classroom, I saw Dave and threw him a
thumbs up letting him know I went through with it.  I didn’t even
have to lie.  Dave just laughed and bought me a drink calling me
the gutsiest guy he knew.


    There was week before our final grades were released during
which as seniors meant we drank partied and caused a ruckus. 
Then we came back to earth as our grades were posted.  I went
around the campus and gathered my grades, one C, a couple Bs, and
an A.  Finally I wandered over to see what I had assumed would be
the F from Free Writing… However Dave was standing by it waiting
for me, and looked like he had bad news.
    “Sorry, man..”
    Dave kind of ran off after apologizing.  I looked for my
grade to see how bad it could be and I saw the mark next to my
name.  “See Me.”  There was even time listed after school hours.
Shit.  That wasn’t good.  I was going to fail, and she probably
was going to try to get me expelled. Why the fuck did I listen to
Dave?  Why the fuck did I have to turn that story in?  I should
have just wrote something stupid about wanting a wife and a white
picket fence and 2.6 kids or some lame shit like that.
    I realized I had a couple hours before the time listed so I
ditched Dave and went back to my room to think. There had to be
some reason for me to turn in that paper.   I could tell her it
was a joke.  I could tell her I didn’t realize what I had handed
in because someone switched my papers.  I could just beg her not
to fail me outright.
    Eventually the time came, and I started over to her office at
the time she requested.  I had to push my way past the crowd of
students leaving their last class of the day, but got to
Professor Parker’s office and I found a note on the door. 
Professor Parker must have got tired of waiting and told me she
was expelling me in a note.
    As I read the note, it had a room number, the room that our
class would meet in.  I took the note off the door as I thought
it was meant for me and went to the room, worried about why she
didn’t want me in her office.  Was she afraid I would break
something.
    When I got to the classroom I noticed that the blinds were
drawn, and I wondered who would be waiting for me on the other
side.  I imagined the dean, the provost and about every other
authority figure waiting to take a turn at me behind the door  I
took a deep breath and opened the door walking through to face
the music.
    I looked around and noticed there wasn’t a room full of
people waiting for me.   In fact there was only one person, and
she was sitting down behind the desk.  As the door closed,
Professor Parker looked at me and said “Would you mind locking
that?  I think we need privacy for this discussion.”
    I locked the door and walked towards my seat before Professor
Parker coughed and motioned for me to approach her desk.  Then I
slowly walked up to her, and she rose out of her seat.  She wore
a long coat that fully hid her body, I figured she must have just
walked from the administration building to here and needed to
cover up due to wind, or just didn’t want to show me anything
after reading the story.  I noticed a folder on the desk as she
motioned for me to sit down in the same chair she was in.
    After I sat in her seat, she opened the folder, in the folder
was a story I didn’t recognize.  There was a large red A and a
good job written on it.  I noticed my name was in the upper left
corner. I started to read the paper but Professor Parker stopped
me.
    “Tomorrow I’m going to hand in this story as your Senior
project for the school record.“ She explained. “However it needs
a signature to show it’s yours.”
    I realized this was an out, if there was no official record,
she couldn’t do anything to me, I saw a pen next to the folder
and immediately signed the paper.  Professor Parker moved the
paper to the other side of the folder exposing a second paper
underneath it.  Instantly I recognized the layout.  My infamous
paper.
    Except if it was infamous, what was an A doing on it.  There
was serveral notes on the paper.  I read a few on the first page.
 “I would never say that.”  “This is unlikely, but intriguing.” 
“How dirty.”
    I swallowed, as she turned the page, on the next page I saw a
note that changed everything.  The note read “I’d like to try
that.”  I look over at what she was talking about and realized
that she had highlighted an entire paragraph detailing the idea
that I would be allowed to use her any way I wanted.  The thought
of her wanting to try it stunned me.  I couldn’t stand to read
any more, I turned to look at her, and saw her bright smile
looking down at me as she nodded.  She pointed down at the paper
and I continued to read her comments, each one sounding like she
was enjoying the story.
    I eventually got to the end of the story, and her final
comment almost knocked me out of the chair.  She simply had wrote
“I came”.
    I looked up to where she was standing next to me and saw she
was gone, I got worried and then notice she was standing in the
first row of desks right in the middle of the classroom.  She
gave me a smile.  “I’ve been afraid to admit this to anyone but
I’ve always wanted someone to use me.  To… dominate me.  I’ve had
many boyfriends, but they all would do anything I want… I
couldn’t tell them to just use me.  That’s just not who I am.”
    I stood up from the desk and bend over it, feeling the power
of being behind it.  I tried to muster up the voice that demanded
obedience  “Well Professor that time is over, I’m going to show
you exactly how a man should use your body.”
    I could see her shiver at my words.  “Just one thing, I’m not
your professor… Call me Rebecca.”
    I decided to push my luck.  “I’ll call you what I want,
Professor.”
    This time I knew I saw her body jerk.  “Yes sir.  It’s time
to present myself to you.”
    Before I could react, she took a deep breath and unbuttoned
her coat and opened it.  Her head looked at the floor as I took
in her outfit, or lack of it.  She stood in a bra that barely
covered her nipples, her large bosom threatened to spill over
with almost any motion she made, and I was trying to will that
bra to rip and let those breasts hang free for me to inspect.  
My eyes trailed down over a perfect belly button and a shockingly
flat stomach.  At first she appeared to be wearing nothing but
then I realized she was wearing a very tiny thong that left
nothing to my imagination.  In fact I could see she was clean
shaven when I looked closer.  She even wore a set of high heels I
mentioned in my story and they made her legs look amazing.  I
looked her all over and realized I was looking at my idea of
perfection.
    My mouth dropped open.  Here was my professor practically
naked in front of me offering herself to me and now showing me
everything I dreamed of since I met her. She wanted me to do
every filthy thing I had written down to her, and she wanted to
start now.
    I stared and didn’t know what to say, she dropped her coat
and looked up with me, she had an impish smile that almost dared
me to follow through and that broke the ice for me.   I had
always imagined her doing one thing for me, and now I had the
chance.
    “Get over here professor, I think you’re still overdressed
for my taste..”
    “I’m so glad you approve, sir.  I know just how you want me
to take it off.”  I was confused, but she moved towards her desk,
moving her body in a way that told me she craved my approval. 
Her desk had been cleaned off except for a small stereo she kept
on it though I had never seen her use it.
    “I made this CD just for this.”
    She pressed play on the stereo and climbed up onto the desk.
A cd played.  “Now introducing Rebecca!”  shouted a male voice
from the stereo as if introducing her at a strip clubs, and then
suddenly a rock song blared out of the stereo, I tried to
recognize it as my professor started to dance and climb on the
desk as she shook her body.  I suddenly got it, it was Van Halen
playing Hot for Teacher.
    As she gyrated her hips and shook her body while standing on
the desk,  I stared up at her even as I took her seat again.  She
danced around the desk in very provocative ways turning me on.
Her hands moved over her body as I watched and she kept throwing
winks at me.
    “When I was in college I took a strippercise class.  Honestly
I liked everyone looking at me as I danced, I didn’t care about
the exercise” She smiled at that and bent over facing away from
me.
    I had seen a stripper once, and I never understood the pose,
but her pose was just pure sex.  I could see through her legs as
her large breasts hanged, but I could also look up and see her
pussy through her thong, and what looked like a wet spot starting
to form.  Her body screamed to be touched, but I held myself
back.  She shook her body and then grabbed her ass and spread it
a little.
    I didn’t say anything.  My gorgeous teacher was dancing in
her bra and panties, showing off her moves and doing it for just
me.  I was in heaven and I whistled.  She smiled and kept showing
off her body.  Finally she squated down in front of me and
brought her breasts to my eye level and motioned for me to move
forward.
    I sat up and leaned forward and she took my head and pressed
her breasts around it, even with her bra still on they felt
heavenly.  The soft warm fleshed rubbed my cheeks.  She then
raised a finger as she let my head go, and I waited.   She
reached behind her back for a second.  It was like the seas
parting.  Her breasts dropped out and reached for me.  The small
distance between us disappeared and her breasts surrounded me.  I
pressed my face back in between those perfect orbs.  Now with
nothing holding them back they bounced and massage my face, and I
kissed her between them.  I moved my face back and forth feeling
those breasts on my face.
    I knew couldn’t call this woman my Professor any more, this
was the hot young woman Rebecca Parker, a woman I was about to
get to know far better than I should.
    As I rubbed her breasts with my face, she gently held my
head.  “I know you must have wondered since you saw me.  They’re
38 Es. and I hope you enjoy them sir.”
    I looked up at her and sat back, breathing heavily.  I tried
to slow down my breathing and take in the amazing sight before
me.  “They are fantastic, far better than I could ever imagine,
and I imagined them often.”
    Rebecca smiled at me and raised up in a manner that made her
breasts bounce.  Hot for Teacher stopped and the next song began.
  I instantly knew it, Cherry Pie.  Not that I listened to the
song, all I could focus on was those large breasts and the way
her hands rubbed them.
    Rebecca’s breasts were even bigger than they looked in her
outfits.  They felt perky but hung under their weight, showing a
natural bounce.  She played a version of peek-a-boo with the
breasts that drove me crazy.
    She then turned around and teased me by turning her body and
giving me a peek of her breasts until I finally spoke up.  “Turn
around Rebecca, you’re driving me crazy.”
    She looked over her shoulder and turned back towards me,
smirking.  “Yes sir, is there something you’d like me to do, or
do for me?”
    Before she was facing me my hands were on her as I sprang out
of my chair.  I grabbed her thong and rather than slide them off
I pulled hard ripping them in two.  “You’re not going to need
those again.”  This evoked a moan from her which drove me on. 
“Now get down on this desk it’s time I get to sample you.”
    I saw her shiver as she lowered herself and slide her feet to
both sides of my body.  She looked at me and all I could see was
desire in her eye as she reached over and turned off the music
and then cupped her breasts, holding them up.
    “Is this how you would like me, sir?”
    I smiled and removed my shirt and then dropped my pants as
fast as I could.  I would like to say I tried to be sexy. In
reality I had a hot naked woman in front of me I fantasized
about.  I wanted the clothes off.  But I held myself back
reminding myself I was in control here, even if it didn’t seem
like it so far.
    “Hold those up, it’s time for me to see how sensitive your
nipples are.” I commanded
    “Yes, sir.  Please know they’re very sensitive, but use them
as you’d like.”
    I smiled as my lips seeked out her right breast and started
to suckle at her breast.  I cupped her breast, and she brought
her hand down to touch my body.  She traced a finger down towards
my crotch.
    She let out a moan and said “Oh sir, I love that.. please
enjoy my body.”
    I continued to suck as I let her hand trace down to my cock.
While I doubt I was the biggest guy on campus, I have never heard
a complaint and the moan she let out as she finally touched it
told me I had another satisfied customer.
    I moved my lips to her other breast and suckled again.  I
knew I had the prize only inches from my cock, and the way
Rebecca’s hand was rubbing it and pulling it towards her, I knew
she wanted it, but I had my hands on her body, and I wasn’t going
to stop yet.
    “Please sir, I need your cock.”
    I stood up and looked at her towering over her.  “Not yet. 
I’m going to enjoy myself first and then I’ll take what’s mine.”

    She shivered again as I sucked her breast again.  I heard a
small whimper escape from her mouth from being made to wait. I
enjoyed seeing that and realized she really did get off on my
story.  I bit her breast and watched as she threw her head back.

    I continued to play with her breasts, watching her moan,
whimper and beg as I teased and enjoyed her large breasts. 
Watching them in class had me hungry, now I was feasting on her,
and causing her desire to build.  Finally after teasing her for
so long I knew I couldn’t wait, and I stood up, bringing my cock
to her body and I felt it brush against her hot wet opening.
    I decide to continue to tease her as I rubbed the head of my
cock on her pussy.  “It looks like we were made for each other.”
    She begged.  “Please sir, I’m ready.  Just put it in.”
    “I can tell but who’s in charge here?”
    “You are, god you are, just please I need it.  It’s been too
long.”
    I was shocked.  “How long has it been Rebecca, how long since
you’ve even felt this?”
    She looked at me, her face looking like a woman possessed,
her mouth puckered in an almost constant moan and her eyes begged
me silently.  However what was most obvious was her pussy.  It
pulsed almost in time with her heartbeat, it was the neediest
part of her and tried to pull me in.
    “I have never felt like this, but I haven’t been with a man
in a year.  Not that he was much of a man.”
    I was floored, but I knew what needed to be done.  I slowly
slide my cock giving her exactly what her body was calling for.
Her whole body shivered as her arms reached out for me and pull
me into her.  I grabbed her by the waist as I pressed forward.  I
realized suddenly I could feel all of her body around my cock,
the moisture from her desire provided more lubrication than I
could have asked for.
    Her pussy quivered around me I could feel it squeezing me. 
Her eyes rolled up into her head and her hands gripped me
tightly.  I continued to press my cock into her and out of her
enjoying the feeling.  Finally she relaxed and her eyes
fluttered.
    “I’m sorry, sir.  I’ve come I hope you won’t punish me for it
but I had to, it felt so good.”
    I slowed down my movement and stroked her hair.  “Rebecca, I
won’t restrict your body from feeling good, but you know you’re
here for.”
    She nodded bitting her lip.  “Yes sir.  I’m here to be used
for your pleasure..”
    I smiled and fucked her like I wanted.  I grabbed her
shoulders and pressed my body on top of her.  Her legs curled
around my body and squeeze me as her heels rested on my ass.  I
thrust into her as far as my cock could reach. I held her tightly
with my hands.  I realized I had never been this rough with any
of the girls I slept with.  This wasn’t “love”, the way I was
pressing into her was using her for my satisfaction.  Her body
was mine to use.
    I felt myself moaning out, and she was watching me, letting
me use her.  Her body was open to me as I needed, and I thought
about every naughty thing I had written in the story.  The idea
of doing each of them to my professor drove me crazy.  I felt
myself responding as I pressed into her for one last time.
    I started to orgasm inside of her and her legs pulled me into
her as deep as I could.   I stared down at her as I came down
from the feeling.  Rebecca looked up at me unsure as if what
would happen next.  I took her face in my hands and kissed her
lips and moaned into her mouth.
    “That was very good for a first time, pet.  But I think my
cock needs to be cleaned and refreshed for the next event.”
    I allowed my body to fall back into her chair.  Her body
raised up from the desk and then sunk to the floor before me
before I could do anything else she engulfed my shrinking cock
and licked it clean while looking up at me with those lovely
eyes.
    I rested a hand on her head and she gave me a pleasing moan
that vibrated around my cock.  I watched as she licked me clean
and worked on my cock while I rested.
    My cock showed signs of life again, growing again to it’s
full length.  Rebecca’s head slid off of my cock and she smiled
up at me.
    “Before we move on to our next act, I should let you know
that the university is offering me the opportunity to hire a
Teaching Assistant for next year.  Should I put your name in?”  I
smiled and nodded at her.
    “Excellent, now master, what would you like me to do next to
serve you?”
    I laughed as she knelt down, still in her heels but looked
down at my feet waiting for me to tell her what to do next as I
sat in a chair in front of her.  I looked down at her amazed that
this voluptuous creature was now all mine to enjoy as I’d like. 
I admired her realizing that I finally found a perfect woman. 
One who’s craving was serving and pleasuring her man.  As her 
new and first master I was going to make use of every service she
was offering and invent some new ones.