My gorgeous high school teacher's kink lessons

"What is the new kink we're gonna learn today, Mr. Brown?" "I'm eager for my lesson."

Diana graduated high school one year ago but she kept in touch with her former English teacher. They were just discovering new... topics to explore.

It was amazing to see the world of BDSM, kinks and other kinks.

She thought it only right for them to continue treating each other like students and teachers. They were just playing a role.

Mr. Brown was astonished at her eagerness and smiled. He reached for something behind his back and dropped it on his hands.

Soft red rope strung between her fingers

Her heart raced. She couldn't help but stare at his well-sculpted body, and then swallow hard.

"Today's kink, Miss Lawrence, is bondage."

Diana felt heat coiling inside her. With just a few words and a few glances, he made Diana so wet.

He smiled and helped her stand.

He enjoyed her outfit.

Her high school uniform was too tight and barely covered her legs.

She was proud of her perfect pigtails , though.

"No bra today, I see?"

She looked innocent and shook her head. She wanted him to start right away.

"This is a violation to the school's dress code. You will be placed in detention.

His hands touched her boobs underneath the shirt, and she tried to not make any sound.

"Turn around, and kneel on your bed."

"Yes sir."

While doing her underwear, she tried to show him the best of hers.

He was a fan of lingerie, and he had a kink.

He praised her as a "good girl".

He took the rope and tied her elbows and hands to her neck with it. He then tied her ankles to his bed.

"Are you comfortable?"

With anticipation and desire burning inside her stomach, she nodded. It was impossible for her to close her legs as they were open.

She was forced to remain still as he removed her shirt.

Each stroke of her fingers on her tits felt like a pinch. It almost overwhelmed her. He licked her nipples once each, and she gasped.

He leaned against the headboard, and he sat down on his stomach.

It was difficult for her to be a kink teacher.

She couldn't get the friction that she needed because of the rope.

"Please, Mr Brown ..."

"What do Miss Lawrence need?"

He took off his pants and began to stroke his big dick. Slow, deliberate movements brought his fist up and down. His thoughts inside her made her mouth water.

She confessed that she needed him, her eyes fixed on his dick. "Sir."

He put his other hand on her pussy.

"Wet already Miss Lawrence?"

She groaned, unable to move.

"Well?"

Sir, I need friction.

"Something similar to this?"

He stroked her warm pussy through the dampened fabric in her pantsies.

He teased her folds, and made her enter. He rubbed her inside thighs but did not touch her clit. She gasped and squirmed against her ties.

"More, more, ah, please!"

"Where do I need you?"

He began massaging her clit in tight circles as she opened her mouth to respond. She raised her head and looked up, her hips protruding forward.

His touch was too soft.

He stopped.

"No, no!"

She cried tears of kink frustration as her eyes welled up

His long middle finger entered her pussy next.

He was able to locate her G-spot easily enough and began massaging it firmly until the whimpers started coming out of her mouth.

His other hand rubbed her cheeks and teased her. He laughed at her new sensation and she arched her back.

"From what I can see, there are more lessons in kink for the next few days."

She looked at him, trying to move her body in vain. She began begging him to have a sex with her.

He laughed and slapped her in the face.

She felt her eyes well up and her throat swelled with pain. It was almost too much, but it wasn't enough.

He didn't touch her clit.

Her wetness could be felt on his fingers. Her eyes rolled back, and her mouth was open. She couldn't breathe.

She certainly had a knack for edging

Instead of touching her, he knelt behind her. She pushed her forward and placed her forehead against his pillow.

"What do Miss Lawrence need?"

She sobbed, "Fuck me, please!"

He moved her panties aside, and penetrated her from the behind.

She gasped and laughed at the amazing feeling. He pulled her hair back and grabbed her pigtails. Then he started moving.

"Good girl, you're so tight and wet for me."

His praises made her more enthralled.

At first he was slow, but he got faster every time she groaned. She couldn't think of anything else but him fucking with her.

He was hitting her G spot and creating the most intense orgasm she had ever felt.

"Does Miss Lawrence like this?"

"Harder, please, Sir!"

He suddenly moved deeper into her, and she gasped. Now he was fast, sliding in and out with a mad rhythm.

She tried to say, "I'm gonna cum, Sir, please."

He praised, "Yes, cum, baby, you feel so great."

She needed it. She let go with a scream.

His pleasure was endlessly swelled by her pussy, which tightened around him. She could feel his presence in her tummy.

Once they both were breathing normally, he released her ankles and massaged her hands with baby oil.

Although she hadn't noticed the marks, she was thankful. He took her into his arms and gently untied her hair.

Miss Lawrence, you were very impressive today."

"Thank you, Mr. Brown."

He whispered sweet words into her ear, and he sat down with her on the large, comfortable bed. The red rope was left behind in the room.