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Swiveling his chair around and sitting back, Marc looked out the window at nothing in particular. Deep in thought, he began putting a plan together for how to get Mrs. Kathy Clintson to do things he had been dreaming off.  She was the new creative writing teacher at the Art School: certainly a the dream come true fuck object for many other male students as well.

Marc was a geek of sorts, not in the traditional sense, but only that he got wrapped up in electronics, video recording, digital photography, and computers and all, while the other students were into sports when they weren't tracking cunt or beating off. 

The graphics and photography teacher Susan Fender had also caught his attention. And then there was the nude model Miss Lona who had left the school for a reason related to something that happened with Marc.

He stood in the spacious studio and thought about what he should do with the couple of hours of privacy he had. All the usual ideas passed through his mind: read porn on internet, search for movies or just start writing erotica, edging and wanking.

Looking out the window. Susan Fender lay flat on her back with her legs spread wide apart. For anyone who likes to look at naughty photos, this was the real thing. Susan was showing off at the art school swimming pool.

At the school premises there was a pool, tennis courts and so on, but the main feature was the that they teachers and students came out there to show off their bodies.

Occasionally, the studio had been used to document important sexual events at the pool, the ultimate place for sexual entertainment. 

The studio window was located two floors above the backyard, making it slightly hard to make out all the details below. Susan Fender was there in a bikini and sunbathing. Marc was just about to turn away when something extraordinary caught his eye.  

Susan was there on her back, almost like she was asleep, but she wasn't sleeping at all. She was there all alone and her pussy was burning and itching
something terrible, daydreaming about a mammoth cock shoved between her legs.

Marc was deep in his thoughts and already incredibly horny. That woman looks like a runner, muscular thighs, tight buns but the real eye stopper is a set of boobs that would make any man look. 

Marc's eyes went wide when Susan's hand moved down to her crotch and her fingers dipped inside the bikini panties. Is that right? Could that be true? He grabbed a camera with a long lens, focused at the most important place, between her legs, and he got to see the contours of her clit. It's huge, almost like a tiny dick.

With one hand still caressing and massaging her plump tits, Susan  moved her other hand to her bikini bottoms. Teasing herself, she  slipped her hand into her panties and played with her swollen pussy lips.  Her hips jerked up as the tip of her finger glided  over her blood filled, fully erect, an sensitive clit.

Marc was right, she was fingering herself at the poolside. She probably had a finger or two between the moist slippery lips of her pussy. She was very horny having not had sex for at least three weeks and decided she wanted to masturbate on the blanket at the pool.

She rested  on her back, pretty long thighs open wide, her puffy cunt arched 
upward. Susan slowly slid her hand underneath her thong and began massaging her clit.

Often Susan had fun with herself when she was driving her car.  One hand on the steering wheel, the other inside her shorts and panties  on her itchy cunt. Susan had proved to be a sex addict like some of the other teachers and most of the students at the art school. She wanted to continue masturbating on the blanket, but suddenly she could see someone watching at her from the studio window.

"It's Marc, it must be him," she muttered.

The though of showing off her body semi-naked was tempting, but the humiliation and embarrassment of the situation seemed to outweigh the
rewards. First, she really didn't know what to do. Then she came up with what she thought was a brilliant idea. Susan made her decision. She would do anything to keep him watching.

Taking a deep breath, she slipped her index finger into her pussy and began to trace it around the walls of her cunt. The thought of Marc's leaking dick in his pants made her giggle as she continued to pleasure stroke her swollen pussy lips.

Marc is watching, she thought. Surges of throbbing lust raged inside Susan's belly, her tits felt ready to poke holes in her bikini tops. She ran her longest finger into her twitching cunt again, pressed her thumb  into her tensing, flaming clit. Stupid, stupid, stupid, a student is watching. There has to be some decency in the school backyard, somehow, I need to control myself.  

She spread her legs wide, parted the satiny folds of her cunt and  rolled her hips. Susan wanted to cum. She knew that she was watched by someone special. She pinched her clit. Is he hard now? Is he rubbing it? 

Susan's tits were melon-hard, her nipples peaked high. Her clit  pulsed, her cunt sucked and clamped like she had a prick in there. She wanted to continue but the risk for being caught by more yes disturbed her. She had spent much of the previous night reliving the event she had witnessed on the CD from Kathy. There on the blanket, here eyes closed, she again visualized the cum spurting from the tip of Marc's cock and splashing across the classroom.


Sprawled out on her back, she continued to play with her wet pussy, massaged her hard and pulsing clit. Susan continued to play with herself several times a day since she moved to the art school.


How long has Marc been standing there? Susan wasn't sure. She wanted to send him  the message that her pussy was always wet, wanting, and ready for sex. Watching her was making him hornier by the second, his cock was swelling, wanting to get some action too.

It had been a fantastic afternoon. She moved on the blanket, spread her legs apart, stretched her arms above her head, giving the voyeur at second floor window the best view of her tits and pussy that she could. She was short of removing her bikini bottom and pulling the lips apart.

Make thought, this was heaven, out there was his teacher, a pretty woman showing him how she played with her pussy. Susan spread her legs again, stretched the bikini, which opened up the view to her swollen cunt.

Her movements were giving Marc an even better look. The sight was almost too much for him, his cock was about to explode, but he'd to calm down. Kathy, the other teacher would arrive in a few minutes.

Minutes later Susan stopped, squeezed her thighs together. She stood up, took her towel, and walked away. What a pity, Marc thought. She probably went to her apartment to finish what she'd started.

Tomorrow would be another day and Marc hoped Susan would return. During the minutes he'd been voyeur, his prick had been throbbing, aching painfully in the  tight confines of his pants. He couldn't stand it.

He could feel the blood rush to his penis as he thought of that young women; taking into custody and abused. Marc began to fantasize of having both Susan and Kathy under his own control and authority. This gave him and idea to do what he loved to do whenever the opportunity occurred. He reached down to undo his jeans, expecting to play with himself a bit while he paged through the couple of other pictures he had of Susan.

Nothing nude, but sexy posing during photo sessions. Marc viewed some nude sketches he'd made in his room. They were pretty explicit. Outright pornographic.

Marc's body was a torrent of mixed emotions and conflicting thoughts. His heart was pounding in his throat. His mind was racing, trying to decide what he should do. What was the best way to deal with this? 

He knew that women preferred having long, sexually oriented conversations.

Should he call Susan to come over and see the sketches of her? She'd inspired him, but he didn't know how to present his erotic art to her. Even more confusing to him was the way his body was reacting. He could feel the erection growing in his pants, painfully straining against his jeans.

"I fucking jerk off all times to the most obscene fantasies of possessing this lovely arts and photography teacher, but never really got down to seducing her," he spoke to himself in the empty studio.

Oh my god. She's beautiful. How did this happen? Why didn't she notice that I've a crunch on her? Marc's aroused mind didn't provide an answer. He wasn't sure what to do, but then decided that he had to find a solution soon.  

He memorized the view from his window. Susan's fingers weren't moving over her panties anymore. He imagined how she was back in her room, moving her fingers in and out between her legs. Then he thought how his lovely looking teacher must be feeling. 

Now his shaft felt harder than he could ever remember it feeling, hard enough to drive nails he thought.

His semi-hard cock had began to swell with blood until it was an impressive, slightly curved upward, nine inch monster.  Marc was shocked out of his concentration by the ring of the phone.

Mrs. Kathy Clintson wanted to have a private chat with Marc about his grades. She sounded worried on the phone. Why? Ever since she found out the secrets about him, she wanted to get him alone and find out if it was true what some of the female teachers whispered about him.  Did Marc Handson really have the biggest cock around? 

 
As Marc and Kathy spoke, his semi-hard cock grew into a full erection. His prick needed to relief itself, but there was no time. Mrs. Clintson would arrive to the studio any minute. Marc was nearly out of his mind. No time to wank. 

After Marc nervously spoke with his teacher, Mrs. Clintson, he tried to get hold of Susan to ask for special instructions about using the cams installed in the Art School studio.

He wanted to have their meeting recorded and there was no time to jack off before her arrival.



Chapter 2


Kathy Clitson was glad of Marc's interest in getting his studies back in order, and she wanted some inside stuff about what he thought was the problem.   Down deep, the young teacher had the intuition that Marc's troubles stemmed from deep-seated stuff and often had nothing to do with schoolwork which was just the symptom of the problem.

She was feeling somewhat nervous. Would her plan work? 

Kathy arrived right on time, maybe even a few minutes early.  She felt a shock run down her body to her clit. 


She certainly was a demanding woman, when she decided that something had to be done, she threw herself whole heartedly at it. 

She'd decided to help Marc with his grades. The sexy teacher had no idea that her student was playfully teasing his mighty cock while she was marching towards the studio.

The door was not quite closed, and Kathy moved up to the door opening and 
peered through. Her worst suspicions were not realized. Nevertheless, a strong shock raced down to her cunt. Her husband had not been giving her much cock  lately, and she was horny, almost at any time of a day. Her clit stiffened.

The excitement flooded her mind. Kathy want his prong into her moist pussy. The thought made every nerve in her lovely body throbbed in anticipation of what was to come. 

As Kathy Clintson came to the studio door, she stopped and listed and it wasn't noisy in the studio. She sucked in a breath and opened the door. The room was silent and this surprised her. She couldn't see a trace of Marc. Entering the room, an awkward silence filled the room as Kathy locked the door with a "do not disturb" sign hanging from the handle outside.

Kathy shuddered, her cunt juice wetting the crotch of her panties. She was prepared for whatever would come. She wanted his cock desperately.

"Hello, anybody here?" Kathy said, and took a few steps inside, looking around the studio carefully to see if she could make out find out Marc.

Moments later, Marc stood up from behind the huge studio desk. Her cunt ached, her tits itched, and her legs felt wobbly.
 

When the door opened and she stepped inside, Marc was positioned under the table and could see far up her naked legs. A tight dress was caressing every part of her body. Her tight ass was only just hidden behind her miniskirt. 

The thong panties Kathy had on rubbed her clitoris deliciously. She had to stop it somehow. Her dainty cunt was all moist, the cunt lips swollen out, her excited pink clit sticking up at the top of her pussy crevice.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Clintson, yes, I'm here," said the masculine figure that stood there on the opposite side of the desk.  "I was connecting some cables," Marc said and hurried to bring an empty chair to her.

Kathy noticed, that the man already had his cock semi-hard. It was a legitimately big member of 8 to 9 inches stretching out along his leg. He was stroking it absently with his right hand  while his eyes were fixed on Kathy's breasts. 

She felt a wave of dizziness. Good God, he is is fully erect. The sight made her clit stand up. It sure looked big in his jeans. Kathy almost gasped. She wanted to mover her right hand to her crotch and grip her cunt mound. 

She doubted that Marc wasn't even aware that he was almost masturbating. 

"Sit here, Mrs. Clintson," Marc said, patting a chair he placed next to his at the big studio desk.

Kathy Clintson figured she'd have more control, and be able to put more distance between herself and the student, if she would be seated on the studio desk.  Cunt juice was already soaking through onto her pants.

She warmly invited Marc to sit and they struck up a conversation. They talked about general things, her work, the art school, history, anthropology of arts and such. Nothing so deep that they were sharing secrets, just getting to know each other a little better.
 
"I've scanned your records, Marc, your marks are way down this year compared to last year in everything. Can you explain the reason?"

She made herself look as innocent as possible while she had a good idea about the reasons. 

 

Marc slowly caressed her long legs with his eyes. As he admired her, his hand cupped now and then his hard cock.  

Susan wasn't real specific about what she thought was wrong. From the minute she entered the studio and saw his excitement, it wasn't easy for her to concentrate on the intended agenda.

"My problem is a very simple one, I have trouble concentrating on my work and studies,"  Marc explained.

She then asked me if Marc was dating anyone.

He threw his head up to cover his shamefully erect penis, and looked slowly around the room. 

At the same time Marc was actually checking the cameras, hoping they would be recording what was said and done in the room.  He chuckled to himself as he remembered the first time he saw Kathy, the teacher, and how he fantasized about having sex with her one day.

"What are you focusing your mind on?" she asked.

"Mrs. Clintson, it's all about sex, I just can't think about anything else," Marc said  and glanced down at himself and saw his own hard on responding back up at him. 

Kathy seemed sympathetic when Marc told her his dilemma. She had the feeling that Marc wasn't dating any one particular, even though he was the hottest looking guy in the Art School!  

He was so big, she could hardly believe it. If there was anything she enjoyed,
it was a large prick. 

Marc took a deep breath and cleared his mind, trying to wish his blood back into the rest of his body. But that wasn't to be, his shaft just kept crawling down inside his boxers and  out of them along the left leg.

Kathy noticed that Marc seemed uncharacteristically nervous, she figured
that this must be something big, deep down that bothered him. Anyway, she felt her pussy was big enough to allow his cock inside. Kathy wanted her cunt-flesh stretched to the limit.  She anticipated  the first spurt of his sperm jetting out of his prick.

Her eyes locked on the snake inside Marc's pants and just stared.

Her mind raced at the implications of his comment. Kathy wasn't sure which way to turn or even what to do.  She felt the situation quickly spiraling out of her control. Looking at the evolution of Marc's cock, inside his pants, becoming a monster, and larger than her mind could comprehend, didn't make her situation any easier. 

"I was told by one of the models, that you had more or less masturbated in front of her during one of the nude drawing classes. Is that true?" Kathy inquired.

Marc didn't say a word.

"So, tell me again, what you did? I don't think I'm going to believe the rumor, unless I hear you say what really happened."

Marc felt even more embarrassed, "I know, but is it really that important?"

"The model told me," Katy said, "Marc Handson reached to his jeans and unbuttoned them, sliding the zipper down."

Marc looked at her and nodded. "Yes, I did that."

"And you pulled your cock free and started to stroke it," Kathy added. "Is that a valid testimony?"

"I could see her playing with herself," Marc explained. "That was my excuse for jacking off in front of her."

"You were both masturbating in the class room?" Kathy inquired.

"It was a thing we'd mutually enjoyed a couple of times, yes, that's correct." Marc said. "I mean, we did that when she was posing for me alone."

"Didn't you think that it might be wrong and against the art school rules?" Kathy asked.

"This model is a grown up woman. I didn't have a moral dilemma. She enjoyed teasing me and when she got me hard, it was her idea that we should be mutually masturbating." Marc explained.

"She must have really wanted you, Marc." Kathy looked at him but she wasn't angry.

"Yeah, she did," Marc agreed slowly.

"Did you have sex with her?" Kathy asked and looked at Marc.

In the surveillance video, Lona kept her legs far apart, her hands held her puffy cunt lips open, and fuck juice dribbled from her cunt hole, down her thighs. The nude model had a long clit, male students loved to see it excited. 

"Not in the class room."

"The model told me that 'Marc started stroking himself faster. He ran his fingers over his length, dragging the pre-cum along it' and it lasted for an hour or so."

"Yes, it was a stop and go thing," Marc explained. His big cock tensed.

"Not a quick wank, I guess you enjoyed the nude drawing classes a lot."

"Yes, I did, but she isn't with the school anymore. What happened to her?"

"She was caught masturbating for a roomful of first year male art students and was dismissed by the board. I had a chat with her and then she told about that the masturbating incidents had started with you."

Kathy didn't tell about the video surveillance of the class room. 

She had seen the incidents over and over again.  All the details, how the skin around his cock head was stretched to the limit. She'd seen his cock knob showed, shiny  and dark purple red. How Marc gripped the organ in his right hand, peeled back the  foreskin, and his swollen purple cock knob popped free.

At the end of the modeling session, Marc only had to stroke a handful of more times before, his jism spurted out uncontrollably, landing all over his t-shirt, some even making it to his face. 

Kathy could hear the model scream out at almost the same time, spurred on by the sound of his orgasm. It was sure, Marc had a sexy cock. The video provides such a horribly appealing sight that Kathy's cunt began to drool more fuck cream as she watched it.


She would not interrupt them, though. The principal had other thoughts on her mind. Kathy knew that when the show in the classroom was over she would have to jerk her own cunt till she had relief. Her husband hadn't fucked her in several weeks. 

For a long moment they, both the model and Marc, had remained silent.  

Marc's eyes scanned Kathy's body slowly, looking for any tell tale body language. But she betrayed nothing.

"Okay, that's that. What are you going to do to me?" Marc asked.

Kathy smiled and nodded, "You go on and have fun. Things will be fine here. There's only me and Susan Fender knowing about what happened."

Marc couldn't help but close his eyes in pain at the comment. 

He had an urge to step up in front of Kathy, lift that tight skirt up. He cursed himself. What the hell was he thinking? Mrs. Clintson was his teacher. It wasn't right to think about her as a sex object. However, here he was, planning to bend her over the studio table and start fucking her. 

Kathy went on to say, "I have a solution, however. I have found for  you a sexual escape route, so to speak. How would you like your own, hot little sex slave? You can make her do anything you want, any way you want, any time you want. Well, except when the art school students are around of course. You would have to try to be a little cool about it, but within reason, she would be your total slave. You could have sex with her whenever you want, as long as there is no violence. Because I like to be kissed, and touched, but the thing I like the most is to watch. I think that's a pretty good offer, what do you think?"

Marc glanced around the room a bit sheepishly and embarrassed.

"You would be watching!" Marc said.

"I'm a married woman. We need someone horny and in need for a lot of sex. Someone starving for cock." 

"If I get you to do it, she has to do whatever I want, and no backing out!" Marc said, setting the limits impossibly high. Or so he thought.

He wanted to move his hands to his jeans, unbuttoning them, sliding the zipper down. 

"Deal!" the teacher said.

Kathy looked at her student. Why not, it would be nice to have a change in the daily routines of teaching. Besides, Marc had a beautiful cock, she thought. 

Marc wanted to slip his fingers into Kathy's panties then, feeling her flesh directly. Feeling the moist give of her lips. 

"What if I want to make her suck me off, or if I want to do it in her butt? What then?" Marc asked, thinking that would change the slave's mind.

"She'll do anything you want!" Kathy said. "She certainly will!"

Marc longed for the opportunity to move onto her, pushing himself deeply into her in one stroke.

She saw the blank look on his face and laughed. "Are you OK?" she asked, still smiling at the look on Marc's face.

"I know It's weird," Marc said. "But I have been fantasizing about having a sex slave since I started to go out dating."

"I am sorry to stirring up your fantasy world like this," Kathy said.

Kathy had a very vivid imagination and Marc's visible excitement made her hearth beating at about twice the normal heart rate as she pictured Marc making Susan to a sex slave and how she would be following Marc's weirdest orders.

Marc giggled and said, "Well, actually, I was hoping for a little excitement, since I never have any at my room! I never met a sex slave before." 

"Why do you like the idea so much?" 

"Do you ever get to do what you want?" Marc asked.

"Do you really want to proceed with that thought process?" Kathy answered.

Marc nodded enthusiastically.

"What if I want you to do it in front of my friends, or even make her to do it in front of a class full of male students? What then?" Marc asked. 

Surely she would back off now! Marc thought.

"The woman I think about is able handle it," she said. She certainly sounded confident.

Marc kept telling his worries, he might cum very fast. He hadn't had a piece of pussy in over a month.

"I really love exciting men who are uninhibited," Kathy said. 

Kathy asked if he was having second thoughts because the next thing was to come over to Kathy's place and they would go for a walk. Marc would then be told who she intended as his sex slave. 

"That woman would have to do anything I want?" Marc said.

"She will!"

"Sounds like fun!" 

Kathy looked at Marc and followed his gaze. He had a huge erection! 

"Susan really enjoys posing for sexy photographs, and here at the school, we have no trouble a getting them with all the fancy equipments we have," Kathy said.

"It would be nice to produce some great porn photos with Susan posing," Marc responded.

"Do you think you could come up and spend a week-end with us soon?" Kathy asked.


Then Kathy stood up, turned around and left Marc alone in the studio with his very confused thoughts.

Marc picked up the phone and called Susan. As they spoke, he took out his overly excited cock and started to stroke it.



Chapter 3

At her apartment, Susan watched the security cam recordings from the drawing class, in shock and disbelief. How could such a thing happen? But she also watched Marc masturbating. The excitement was too much fro her. She was rubbing herself between her legs and playing with her nipples and her eyes were as wide as dinner plates.

Back at the studio, Marc's jeans were open and his cock was out. His 9 inch cock was standing out fully exposed and erect.

She couldn't but admire Marc's wonderful cock. She had been excited by the scenes, but horrified at the same time.  To confuse matters worse, Susan found herself being attracted to Marc.

Susan loved her miniskirts, which always got a little shorter as soon as she was out of the house. Susan loved to turn guys on, because doing that turned herself on. She wasn't intentionally being a tease. It is just that teasing is what turned her on. Beyond the tease terrified her. 

She quickly unbuttoned her skirt and slid it off and stepped out of it. She kicked it out of the way and stood in front of a big mirror for a moment in just a very sexy little pair of panties. 

Today, at the pool, she had been showing off a little and loved it. 

Now, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slid them off. Before she could toss them into the pile with the rest of her clothes. She checked out the crotch and then he showed it to the mirror. It was soaking wet.

She wasn't ashamed of herself. She knew she had a good build with two large creamy breasts capped with large pink nipples. Susan was happy with her tits. She was extremely  sensitive around her nipples. When touched, she got turned on too easily.

She closed her eyes and tried to think of other things. She thought of how good Kathy's husband had been to her, before they were caught. She was looking in the mirror again.

She got seated and let her legs fall apart. She used her fingers to part the folds  of her moist pink cunt.

"What a delicious view," she said.

Susan looked at her shaved pussy and smiled at the image of her naked body. She looked up, expecting herself to be embarrassed. She wasn't. She looked proud! Susan was going to enjoy the hell out of the upcoming meeting with her new master.

She'd never gotten this hot so quickly. She imagined Marc unzipping his pants and pulling his big throbbing prick out.

Watching herself undress in front of the big mirror and walk around naked had turned her on.

She had to think of the consequences of being a slave. Marc was stronger than her. He could physically force her to do anything he wanted. Susan could feel the swollen lips of her pussy quivering from the excitement that Marc's suggestion hinted at.

For some  reason she didn't feel so sick or disgusted any longer. Perhaps it was because she'd made up her mind to do what Mrs. Kathy Clintson had  suggested.

  
Horseback riding.

Riding had always seemed to Kathy as a very erotic experience. The repeated thumping of the hard saddle against her crotch stimulated her clit and her imagination.

Kathy loved to wear mini-skirts, short-shorts, bikinis, low cut blouses and tight pants. Today, for horse riding she would only wear a mini-skirt.

With her legs spread wide apart across the thick body of her stallion, Kathy used to close her eyes and imagine the hips of a gorgeous man crashing into her.

 




