How I became the submissive slut that I am, is quite simple. The answer is I wanted too, for him. For him, I would do anything. A school girl crush really, he was older and had the most erotic heir to him. He exuded sex. What made it sexier was that he had no Idea that he did. I had no business wanting my teacher so bad. It’s cliche’, but It kept my pussy wet, and I still pleasure myself and think of him often.
Sex, drugs and married men are my 3 vices.
He was a combination of the 3. I flirted with him at school ever single day. Watching My English Teacher Mr. Wolfe. It just so happened My Senior papers’ Thesis was written on “The Talk about Sex” that all our parents have with us, and he asked me to stay after so we could talk about it. I throbbed in my panties, and felt a rush of wetness gushing from m cunt. I knew had completely drenched the crotch.
Walking up to his desk, I dropped my purse, and the tiniest little baggy filled with powder fell out. I tried to grab it, but He picked it up, and slipped it into his pocket, with the hand that held his golden wedding ring. Focusing on his pocket and his hardening cock, that I couldn’t look away from. Was this happening, was he hard? This had to be wishful thinking. I stood beside his desk waiting for everyone to leave the classroom. My heart sank. I knew I was in trouble.
“Angel, I am very proud of the paper you wrote, you explained your side of why the talk can be interpreted in too many ways. The fact that your side argued that parents should let teenagers come to their own conclusions when it comes to fornication as long as they practice safe sex, was very well written”
Then he sighed
“What I’m not proud of however, is how you can put this Shit, in your perfectly beautiful, precious little nose. Now explain to me why you need this?”
I stammered. My Nipples getting diamond hard underneath my lacey purple bra. My Pussy throbbing, and that sinking feeling in my stomach. I couldn’t speak. He pulled my baggy from his pocket. Playing with it in his left hand. His ring Twinkled.
“Tell me why you do this to yourself?”
Finally I could respond. ” I focus better and can get more things done, and I like the way it makes me feel. I Feel sexy when I do it” I said fast, and breathy. I couldn’t believe it. Did I really just tell Mr. Wolfe that coke make me feel sexy?
He looked at me and pulled the baggy open. ” Well, Angel what would you do if I poured it out all over the floor” Without missing a beat, I said ” I would get on my knees and gather as much as I could. Maybe even snort it off the floor. IDK! I Like, no I Love it! It makes me the very best version of myself, please don’t!!!” I plead with Mr. Wolfe.
Mr. Wolfe pursed his lips, almost detesting. He walked over to the door and locked it. Then he walked back to me, dipped his fingers in the bag and pinched, and sprinkled it on the floor. My heart throttled, and sank.
” No! Please! Stop!”
Dropping my purse. I fell to my knees.
The slickest sly smile spread across his face. ” Stop it Angel!…. Now, I don’t like this at all, but you do look pretty down there on your knees. You like it so much, you’d snort it off the floor? Really now?” I shook my head yes, embarrassed. Mr. Wolfe undid his belt, and pulled his fly open, exposing his cock to me. My eyes grew wide as I watched him pinch the bag again, and sprinkle a bump right on the tip of his married cock.
My Mouth Watered. Salivation that was to full , I almost choked on it. I didn’t know in that moment I didn’t know which I wanted more… Mr. Wolfes cock, or my fucking powder.
“Snort it off of me, show me what makes you feel sexy. Do it! ”
“Fucking Now Angel”
What happened after I snorted a bump off of my Married English teachers cock. Was years of Him Being My dominant. Meeting him in hotels and submitting my pussy, my body, my all to him. Using all of me to pleasure his cock in the best way that I could. My cunt is and always will be only his. I belong to him.
Bare bottom spankings craving is unbearable. My entire being yearns to be claimed, dominated, and owned.
