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"I said: Take. Off. Your. Shirt. Slave." I pause between each word to emphasize the command while simultaneously rubbing her stiff nipple through the layers of her clothing…

She breaks, unable to hide her small smile as she grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it up over her head. "What would you have of me, Master?"

A warm smile splits my lips as I gaze at Janet's lovely large chest. "I would have you pleasured, slave." As the word slave leaves my lips, I can feel her arousal increase dramatically.

"Take off your skirt," I order next.

She's in complete submissive mode and moves with alacrity to do my bidding. A couple of seconds later, I'm admiring the barely clad body of Professor Janet. Stepping up to her trembling form, I look down into her brown eyes. Her head tilts up toward mine, and I know she wants a kiss—but I decided not to kiss her yet. Reaching around behind her, I easily unsnap her bra and pull the straps from her shoulders. A moment later, her panties join the rest of the clothes on the floor.

The bell rings, and Janet's soft brown eyes grow wide in terror as the sound of students filing into her class filters through the closed door.

"Don't move," I order, and she shivers again at my authority. I turn and lock her door, then look my slave in the eyes. "You're going to sit on your desk and give your master a show," I inform her.

"But my class…" I can see her wavering, but I'm not willing to pass this up.

"A class you were willing to abandon," I tell her unkindly. "A class you were willing to leave behind because you wanted to deny yourself the pleasure that I can give you."

"But this is wrong. You're my student. I shouldn't take advantage of you." I can tell she's starting to worry again as her arms lift to cover herself. I need to head this off quickly, or I'll lose her forever.

I laugh, making sure I'm not too loud. "When we're together, slave, I am your master. There is no student-teacher relationship, and I'll brook no disobedience. Now put your arms down and sit on your desk."

Her eyes dart to the locked door, and she hesitates for just a moment. I can tell when she reaches a conclusion as she murmurs, "Yes, Master."

My tool is hurting in my pants; I'm so hard right now. Whipping my large phallus out, my smile widens even more at the glossy look in Janet's eyes.

"It occurs to me that my slave has been too long denied her own pleasure—a denial she has brought upon herself." I pause for dramatic effect. "It's time you learn that pleasure is not a negative thing, but rather something that needs to be fed and nurtured."

The confusion in her eyes is a beautiful thing.

"Pleasure yourself, slave."

Comprehension dawns in her chocolate-brown eyes. She glances at the door again, but her hands go to work. Her left hand goes to her right breast, pinching and twisting the nipple, while her right hand drops to her wet snatch and immediately starts rubbing her clit.

Sitting in one of her chairs offers me a great view of the mature woman trying hard to get off. She's making small sounds of pleasure as her eyes remain locked on mine. Occasionally, she looks toward the door, and I know the danger of getting caught is increasing her arousal.

The bell rings again, but Janet doesn't even seem to notice. My hand starts to lightly stroke my thick rod as I continue watching my beautiful slave.

"Moan," I tell her, not wanting her to hold anything back. "You need to let it out and stop trying to control this part of yourself. Enjoy it, and I promise you won't regret it."

The students out in her classroom are talking loudly, which is good, as it covers the deep moan Janet suddenly lets out.

"Does Master like watching his slave play with her nipples?" she asks, still looking me deep in the eyes. "Does he like the way I make myself wetter as I play with my little pussy? Does Master want to see what happens when I slip a finger inside?"

"No," I tell her. "I want to see what happens when you slip three fingers in."

Without any trace of hesitation, she slips the first three fingers of her right hand into her snatch and comes hard. Her moans can easily be heard outside, and I hear the class suddenly go silent.

Without a second thought, I create a memory switch for the entire class and flip it. The outside chatter starts back up instantly.

No headache occurs from such a massive switch, and I smile.

"Did Master enjoy watching me cum on my fingers?" my slave inquires.

"I did," I reply easily. "I enjoyed it so much that my cock almost hurts. Come over here and suck the cum from my cock, slave."

Almost inhumanly fast, Janet is off her desk, and her lips are wrapped around me. Between the eroticism of watching her get off while her students are outside and the whole master-slave dynamic, it only takes a few talented strokes before I'm shooting down the back of her throat.

"Swallow it all," I order, and she greedily sucks all of my seed from me. She even goes so far as to milk my length to get every last drop.

When she can finally get no more from my wilting member, she stands up and looks me in the eyes before unexpectedly throwing her arms around me and pulling me into a tight hug.

"Thank you," she whispers into my shirt.

"Get dressed," I tell her gently, leaving out the authoritative tone. "I think you have a class to teach—and to continue teaching."

She steps back, and a look of horror crosses her face, but I stop it before she can say anything.

"No one knows what happened in here," I assure her. "Our secret is safe."

She looks at me dubiously. "How…?" Then she shakes her head and gets dressed in rapid order.

Once she is fully presentable, I lean into her ear and whisper, "I expect you to keep teaching. You won't regret it."

She looks me deep in the eyes before blinking and seeming to come back to herself.

"I expect you won't miss any of my Math Club practices, Mister Smith?"

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