Lesbian Teacher & Student

A warm feeling came over Cassandra as she now held the power, literally, to control Lauren's sexuality. The idea thrilled and surprised her. It was a fantasy the teacher never knew she had, or wanted, until now. But professional conduct was something she took extremely seriously.

"Are you sure about this?" Cassandra wanted to confirm. "This seems a bit overreaching for campus activities."

"Are you going to tell anyone?"

"No."

"Then fuck it," Lauren winked. "Our secret."

She plopped down on the chair with such force that it scooted backwards and her skin squeaked against the leather seat. Then Lauren spread her legs wide.

Cassandra stifled a gasp. She could see her student's bared pussy. Even the small vaginal opening between those small lips. She wondered how tight Lauren was. But she was not mistaken about the fact that Lauren's labia was glistening. The younger woman was definitely aroused.

Next, the student inserted the smooth sex device inside of her little hole, gently pushing it so that it went all the way in. When it was inside, she smiled and looked at her teacher.

"You're the boss," Lauren said. "Tell me what to do. How to pose. You control how much it vibrates. Own me."

Cassandra naturally thought naughty thoughts. Terrible thoughts. What she so desperately wanted to make Lauren do... or do to her. But those were fantasies for later. She had to maintain composure for the sake of her job and ethics.

"Lean to your left," Cassandra said.

Lauren obeyed. Then the professor raised the camera and aimed the lens, ready to snap a shot.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Lauren asked.

"What?"

Lauren feigned clearing her throat and pointed to her own exposed pussy. "The adult nature of our artistic expression."

"It must have slipped my mind."

"You seem nervous?"

The professor looked amused. "I wouldn't say that. I've just never done this before. There's a first time for everything though."

Cassandra pressed a button once and it immediately made Lauren's knees bend. There was also a small vibrating sound emanating from between the student's legs.

"Mmm...." the student moaned, digging further back into the chair.

"I can already see the difference."

Lauren smiled and briefly rubbed her chest. "My nipples are so much harder. They've always been really sensitive."

More delicious and naughty thoughts swirled through Cassandra's mind. She tried to push them way, but to no avail.

"I admire your confidence," the teacher said. "You look stunning."

Lauren lifted her arms and draped them over the top of the lounge seat. The position stretched her upper body, making her hard nipples even more prominent. Her legs opened even wider, letting that low vibrating sound escape from her pussy.

"I still wish I could be taking pictures of you instead. That would be so much better."

"Why?" Cassandra asked, surprised that Lauren continued to ride the topic.

"Turn the vibration a little higher and I'll tell you."

There was a sensual sound in Lauren's voice, which almost sounded threatening in an erotic way. Cassandra felt wetness between her own legs, and she pushed the button to make the vibrator buzz a notch higher.

"Okay," the teacher said.

Lauren closed her eyes for a moment to savor the feeling. "I had a fling with a woman your age before."

The revelation made Cassandra's toes curl inside her shoes and her breath shorten.

"Really?"

"Yes, really," Lauren replied, looking her professor straight in the eyes. "It happened last summer when I worked a part-time job at a clothing boutique. I used to wake up early and help stock the shelves before the place would open. Some days it was just me and the boss in the backroom. She was a little older than you. Before you know it, things happened."

"Like what?"

"Kissing. Touching. Licking. That was my first foray into the world of older women. Not to be crude, but it was a complete game changer in terms of my sexuality."

Cassandra gulped. "So it just happened? Seems odd."

"What are you saying? That someone had to be the pursuer?"

Cassandra silently nodded.

"That would be me. What? Don't look so surprised. You asked."

An undeniable tension came between them and Cassandra's heart raced. She stood there like a fool with the camera and remote control in her hands.

"I'll only take one picture," the professor said. "Then we're done."

"In that case, make it count. Turn the device up another notch. Don't worry. I'm not as innocent as I look, professor. I won't break."

Cassandra pushed the button twice. Once, because Lauren asked her to. The second time was just to see what would happen. That one caused quite a reaction.

Instantly, Lauren closed her eyes and squirmed on the lounge seat. She looked beautiful with her naked body writhing, her legs rubbing together sensually.

But all good things must come to an end. Cassandra focused the camera to capture Lauren's feet, legs, hips, and breasts. Then snapped a single picture.

"We're done," Cassandra said, setting the camera back on the table and pressed the down arrow on the remote to power down the vibrator.

Lauren opened her eyes, looking totally unsatisfied. "I almost came, you know."

"You can finish that up yourself. Look, I really should be going. I appreciate you letting me help with your projects. If you need any advice, I'd still love to help, but only through email."

Lauren sat upright and clenched her legs shut. "Did I do something wrong? I mean, are you mad at me?"

"You're a wonderful person, Lauren, but this is a line I can't cross. I'm sorry. I'll see you in class tomorrow."

Professor Smith did her best to be polite about rejecting the student's advances, and she gave a curt smile and left.

The art exhibit was as Cassandra had expected. It was an event held in the evening in the Creative Arts building. Most of the attendees were students, the rest were parents, professors, and others in the art community.

Like most, Cassandra made an effort to dress nicely, wearing a black dress and heels, along with a purse over her shoulder. Not too fancy. Not too casual. She had spent the better part of half-an-hour mingling with fellow faculty and some of her students, before she was able to explore the collection.

After admiring several, she finally reached Lauren's small display. The display as a whole impressed her.

What grabbed Cassandra's attention most was the painting showcased in the center of the display. Breasts. Bare breasts. Lauren's breasts. It almost made Cassandra feel proud that she had helped create this portrait by taking the initial picture. She definitely felt aroused seeing those wonderfully shaped tits once again.

It wasn't like Cassandra forgot about that fateful day, either. Since seeing Lauren nude, a marathon masturbation session had occurred for the rest of that week. She must have set a new record for herself when it came to finding pleasure with the mental images of a student. Twice a day, she'd touched herself while thinking about Lauren in that naked pose. And in each instance, Cassandra had imagined herself eating pussy for the first time, or being orally pleasured by the pretty student.

"You have that look again," a female voice said from behind.

Cassandra snapped out of her daydream and turned to see Lauren standing there, also appropriately dressed for the occasion. Her student, wore a yellow sundress with her hair tied in a ponytail. The girl looked cute. Nothing like the seducer of mature women Cassandra found she could be behind closed doors.

"And what look are you referring to?" the professor asked, playing dumb and hoping the subject would change.

"I think you know. It's the same look you always have whenever you see my..."

"Wonderful selection," Cassandra cut in. "You're so talented."

"Thanks." Lauren lowered her voice when she added, "You're right, it's too public here to talk about that. I want to show you something."

"Oh?"

"I bought you a present to show my gratitude. Come on, in the other room."

They snuck off after checking that everyone else was too busy socializing and having a good time to notice them leaving together.

As they headed down the hall, Cassandra found herself hoping they'd go someplace special. When they went up the flight of stairs and into the same art room where Cassandra had photographed Lauren, her heart jump for joy. Outwardly, she tried to maintain a professional composure.

They entered the unlocked room. This time, both of them entered wearing nice dresses and their hair and makeup done.

"Now for your gift," Lauren said, heading over to the drawer where she pulled out a box.

Opening it, Cassandra saw it was the exact same model Lauren had previously used inside her vagina.

"You're kidding?" Cassandra laughed.

"Nope. I bought this for you. A token of my gratitude."

"I can't accept this."

"Why not?"

Cassandra tensed, waving her hand at the box. "Because. Well. Look at it."

"I already know what it looks like. You had a good look at it too when it was in my pussy."

"That's not a fair comment."

"Why not?"

"I was helping you," Cassandra mumbled. "You make it sound like I was intentionally looking."

Lauren took a calmer approach. "Let's face it, you're twice my age. You have way more life experience than I do. But when it comes to sex, you're a student compared to me."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

Cassandra put her hands on her hips. "And how exactly would you know that?"

"Answer this," Lauren smirked. "Have you ever slept with another woman before?"

"I won't answer that. Totally inappropriate."

"Well then, I guess I'll have to interrogate you."

Cassandra burst out laughing. "This, I'd love to see."

"Hardball then. I like it."

Lauren pulled the curtains along the ceiling track, blocking them off from the door. Then Lauren stepped towards the professor with a strong sense of purpose, so that they were face to face. There was fierceness in Lauren's facial expression and demeanor. This girl was all business.

Cassandra gulped. This encounter had been planned. She was sure of it.

Without asking for permission, Lauren yanked the front of Cassandra's skirt up.

Cassandra jolted and tried to push her dress back down, but the younger woman was relentless. Lauren tightened her grip on the hem, ensuring that Cassandra couldn't lower the material or move away. Then she tugged the black panties to the side, exposing Cassandra's pussy before pressing the tip of the small vibrator against her bare skin.

The teacher couldn't move, but she wasn't sure if it was from fear or anticipation of the pleasure she may experience at the hands of her student. Inch by inch, Lauren pushed that vibrator up Cassandra's cunt, and she just accepted it.

Through it all, their eyes remained locked.

"Don't fuck with me," Lauren threatened in the most erotic of ways.

Cassandra surrendered. "You have my undivided attention."

"Not yet."

There was a sly grin on Lauren's face as she held up the remote control. Suddenly, Cassandra's body went stiff, and she heard (as well as felt) the vibrations emanating from below. Swallowing heavily, she wondered how many times Lauren had pressed the up arrow button.

"Now answer me," Lauren said. "Have you ever fucked another girl? Have you eaten pussy?"

"No."

"But you've thought about it, haven't you?"

"Lauren, you're going too far. We have to stop."

"Are you refusing to answer?" Lauren asked.

Cassandra licked her lips but said, "Yes, I'm refusing."

"You know, Wonder Woman has the Lasso of Truth, I have this," Lauren said, holding up the remote control. Slowly and intentionally so that Cassandra could see, she pressed her thumb down on one of the buttons. Twice.

"Like I said, don't fuck with me, professor."

Cassandra couldn't help closing her eyes and tilting her head back, moaning softly. Her knees threatened to buckle, but she forced herself to stay upright. She focused on clenching her purse in both hands to keep her composure.

"I have..." the teacher moaned.

"You have, what?"

"Thought about it. I've thought about it."

"Figured. You see, I'm good at this."

Cassandra licked her lips. "I know."

"I had a feeling from the moment you saw my first nude portrait. It all became clearer after that. When I got naked in front of you? I knew it was only a matter of time before you'd be mine. Admit it, Professor Smith, you have a thing for your students."

The big secret. Cassandra refused to answer. But Lauren -- the girl who shouldn't be fucked with -- seemed determined to pry the answer out of her because the vibrations intensified. Cassandra's butt cheeks clenched and her feet rose up so she was standing on her toes.

She could barely whisper as her pussy buzzed. "It's a fantasy of mine."

Lauren grinned. "A fantasy that should remain a fantasy? Or a fantasy you'd like to become reality?"

"It should stay a fantasy," Cassandra gulped.

"Why?"

Cassandra felt like a hostage at that point, but a willing one at that. Of course, she could have left. She could have pulled that vibrator out of her pussy and thrown it on the floor. But her body wouldn't let her move.

And then she answered the question. "My job. My ethics."

"And if no one would ever know?"

"I...I..."

Lauren raised her hand to show the remote control. "Answer me, or I'll crank this thing so high, your pussy would feel like it's been buzzed in half."

"...Yes... if it stays a secret."

The words came out almost breathlessly as Cassandra admitted her secret fantasy. Although she didn't verbalize all of her wants and desires, she was certain that her emotions were enough to convey the message to a girl as sophisticated as Lauren.

And it proved true. There was a twinkle in the girl's eyes.

"Did you pleasure yourself a lot after seeing me naked?"

"Yes."

Lauren licked her lips. "What did you think about?"

"Eating your pussy. I had a clear view of it when your legs were spread."

"The good news is, Professor Smith, we're alone now."

"Please, don't..."

Lauren put her index finger on the teacher's lips. "Shhh.... Our secret. I'm good at secrets."

"What if anyone comes in here?"

"What do you think the curtains are for?"

Lauren took three steps back and laid on the black leather lounge chair. The same chair she had posed naked on before. Except this time, she wore a nice dress. She hiked the skirt up to expose her panties, and she slowly removed them.

Meanwhile, Cassandra stood frozen like an utter fool while her pussy continued to buzz.

"Are you coming here?" Lauren asked, patting her now bared thigh. "Or do I have to make myself cum?"

"No, you don't."

"I guess that means you'll be the one making me cum. On your knees. I'll show you how it's done. It's easy once you get the hang of it."

Cassandra took a big deep breath and placed her purse down on the table. Then she got on her knees, in front of her new favorite student. Once in position, she got the perfect view of Lauren's pussy. It looked freshly shaven. Was it her normal habit, or had it been done in anticipation of this event and the possibilities with her professor?

As Lauren spread her legs wider, her thin labia also parted, revealing a glimpse of the glistening pink walls of her vagina. Her clitoris was hard, poking out of its hood. It was inviting, begging to be licked.

Lauren seemed to purr when she said, "Start with kisses around my mound."

Cassandra obliged and pressed her lips against the smooth, soft flesh. Light kisses at first. Then she kissed harder as her confidence grew. She savored the feeling of her student's young skin against her lips. She swore she could almost smell the aroma coming from Lauren's aroused pussy. It made her a little dizzy.

"Lick my clitoris," Lauren instructed next. "As you must know, different women have different pleasure spots. Some women can cum from their labia being sucked. Others need penetration. Personally, for something like this, I prefer swirls of a tongue around my clit. Orbit around it until you think I'm ready, then put your tongue on it. Now."

An overwhelming feeling came over the professor. The buzzing in her vagina had continued for several minutes now and it felt like she was nearly ready to burst. But she didn't want to disappoint her student, or abandon her fantasy.

So she stuck her tongue out and touched another woman's privates for the first time in her life. Her tongue made swirling motions around her student's stiff clit. It was easy and she felt the warmth of pussy against her face. Whatever she was doing must have been right because it made Lauren groan.

"Taste me," Lauren said. "Go ahead. Put your tongue inside. I'm sure you've tasted your own juices before. Don't be shy tasting mine. I taste really good. You'll see."

Cassandra eagerly moved her tongue lower and used it to press deeper inside of Lauren's pussy. She tasted fluid, which was actually quite good. It was runny but with a slightly thick consistency. Like nectar. Natural, sweet, arousing. She pressed her lips around the labia and sucked with her tongue inside, causing Lauren to groan with her eyes rolled back.

The door suddenly opened. Thinking fast, Lauren turned off the vibrator with the remote control, and both of them froze. The professor looked especially mortified, wondering if her career would be over soon. Thank God for the curtains which protected them.

"Lauren, are you in here?" a girl asked.

"Yeah! I'm... ummm... I'm cleaning my clothes!"

"Really?"

"I accidentally pissed in my panties," Lauren replied, before cringing to herself because of the horrible excuse.

"You did?" the girl asked, laughing.

"Someone told a really funny joke and it just came out. I'm cleaning my panties as we speak."

"Why aren't you using the bathroom?"

"More privacy here," Lauren countered. "Or so I thought. I'll see you down there in a few minutes."

"Okay. We need you in about 10 minutes. Don't rush. There's nothing worse than walking around with wet panties. Trust me, I know all about it. So get that cleaned up. See you then."

If she only knew...

For nearly a minute, the girl remained in the art room to grab some things. Lauren pointed to her pussy, silently instructing the professor to keep licking. Cassandra did so with the utmost discretion as the unknown girl was still there.

Finally, they heard the door open and close.

"She's gone," Lauren told the relieved professor. "Back to work, harder now. I'm almost there. Start sucking again."

Cassandra returned to sucking and slurping. The sounds were louder now-- lewd even. Then she heard herself growl as the vibrations started again within her. The pulsing wasn't as intense as it had been before the girl had interrupted them, but it was a steady rhythm that made Cassandra's back straighten.

Both of them were in a state of heightened sexual arousal. Not only from the physical pleasure they were giving each other, but also the intense taboo of where they were doing this. Not to mention their respective roles as teacher and student.

"Fuck," Lauren moaned. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Put your tongue all the way inside. Don't pull out. I'm going to fucking squirt in your mouth."

What a shock. Cassandra's eyes widened for a moment. What Lauren said sounded kind of gross... but also really exciting in a deviant way. The idea of that happening in her mouth from a beautiful student was an opportunity she simply couldn't pass up. She shoved her tongue all the way inside and held it there, with her lips pressed tightly against the labia so nothing would leak.

When Lauren reached down to rub her own clit, that was it. She came.

Lauren's body suddenly clenched and her head snapped back, eyes closing, legs clenching. A stream of liquid rushed over Cassandra's tongue and down her throat. It came in several gushes, then in trickles as it slowed down.

Finally, Lauren relaxed and she looked down at her professor with a satisfied grin.

"And that, Professor Smith, is how you eat pussy. It's your turn to cum now. We have an event to return to."

The vibrator was suddenly cranked up higher. Cassandra threw her head back and rocked on her knees in front of Lauren's wet, glistening pussy. After another couple of minutes, she had to lean her head against Lauren's thigh. She needed more. The vibrator wasn't enough. And if they didn't hurry, that girl could come back. She'd only given Lauren ten minutes. So Cassandra reached down between her own legs now and rubbed her clit in a rapid, circular motion to help herself cum.

She wasn't a squirter by any means, but fluids ran over her fingers and down her thighs. Her gasps came in the form of several quick, panting noises. It sort of pained her that a student of hers was seeing her this way. But then again, they both came in front of each other, and there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

As her orgasm waned, she felt the device turn off and she sighed, silently thanking Lauren for her mercy. Cassandra quickly tried to compose herself, though she sat on the floor, her dress bunched up around her hips. She couldn't help the giggle when she thought of the irony that she probably needed to clean her dress before heading back to the art exhibition.

"Wasn't that cool?" Lauren asked, kissing the top of Cassandra's hair. "I was your teacher this time. You were my student."

Cassandra kissed Lauren's high, then stood up. "I can't deny that, and it was a wonderful lesson."

After removing the vibrator, Lauren unexpectedly bent forward, kissing and licking Cassandra's wet pussy. Giving her a taste of what a female mouth would feel like against her sex. It was exquisite. When her student slipped her tongue inside, Cassandra knew that she was officially a changed woman.

Lauren pulled her mouth away. Keeping her eyes on her teacher's, she slowly sucked the small but powerful device clean.

"You're the teacher in class," she said with seductive eyes. "But I'm the teacher when it comes to pussy."

Cassandra smiled wide. "Professor McMilton, Doctorate of Female Pleasures. I like the sound of that."

"So do I."

Lauren stood and they kissed on the mouth. While their tongues played, Lauren reached down and fixed Cassandra's panties, patted the dress so that it would be nice and neat, and swatted the dust away from the dress after having sat on the floor.

Cassandra wrapped the vibrator in several layers of tissue and put it in her purse. After touching up their makeup, it was time for them to head back to the art exhibition.
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