Punishing the Bratty Sister
Vicky Samuels
"Okay, I want your worksheets filled out by tomorrow," I said to my World History class, staring out at the students.
There were smatterings of groans that made me smile while the more driven students, who cared about their grades, nodded brightly. I tried not to linger on any one face of my students as they gathered their supplies into their backpacks, particularly one.
It was so hard not to stare at Master as I taught. I just wanted to proclaim to the class, on my knees, that Clint was my master. That I was his Aunt Slut. I would do anything for him. That my "illness" yesterday wasn't caused by any stomach cramps, but by massive orgasms churned by the vibrator in my pussy controlled by his hands.
"Professor Samuels," Clint said, his baritone so strong, so manly and commanding. It reminded me of how dominating he had been with Zoey last night as she was punished. The entire harem, watching from the master bedroom via a carefully situated webcam, had all shivered as he took Zoey by the scruff of her neck and made her fully embrace the family.
God, just thinking about it made me wet.
"Yes, Clint?" I asked, walking to him, not fast to give notice, but without any hesitation. "Is there a question you need help with?"
"There is," he said, a hint of his smile on his lips. The other students were filing out. "I--"
"Hey, Clint," Tom Ruston said, stepping up to my nephew's desk and blocking me from reaching it. "Man, hear you're dating Pam Hiragawa."
"Yeah," Clint said, allowing only a hint of annoyance to creep into his voice. My nephew was a tall, handsome young man, dark hair and eyes, chiseled chin. Not that Tom Ruston was bad looking, even with his sandy-blond hair that was a shade too long for my taste in men.
"Congrats, man," Tom said. "What a pull. Wish I had a girl that hot."
Clint shrugged. "Just go up to the girl you like, be confident, and ask her out. Women love a confident man."
"Shit, really? I just get so tongued-tied. There's this one girl and..." He trailed off then looked behind him. "Oh, Professor Samuels, didn't see you. Did you...?"
"I need to talk to her about a project," Clint said.
"Oh, shi...shoot, sorry, man." Tom flashed me a smile. "Cool, I'll get going."
"Later," Clint nodded, watching Tom leave. The door closed behind him.
"You're not hanging out with your friends any longer, Master," I said.
Clint shrugged. "I have a girlfriend now. Everyone knows when that happens..."
"The boy gets pussy-whipped." I let out a giggle then stopped it at Clint's look. "Sorry, Master. I didn't mean to imply that you could ever be whipped by us pussies. Not when you have that cock." I wiggled my hips, my pussy on fire.
He grinned at that and walked around me, staring at my tits stretching my low-cut blouse. I loved showing off my tits to my students. The boys, and sometimes a girl, drooled over them. It made me feel like such a naughty teacher. But when Clint stared, my nipples throbbed. They poked so hard against my thin bra and thinner blouse. I turned as he circled me, walking past me towards my desk. He sat down in my chair, grinning at me.
I shivered as he looked at me. I moved and stood before him, my stance wide, letting my tight pencil skirt ride up my stocking clad thighs. I leaned over, knowing he could see hits of my lacy, black bra. My tits shifted, swaying as I licked my lips.
"Did you need some...tutoring help?" I purred. "Do you need your naughty teacher-slave to mentor you?"
"Our fun yesterday was interrupted."
"That darned nurse," I sighed. "She could use a vibrator shoved up her pussy. That would loosen her up."
Clint laughed. "I bet it would."
My heart quickened as I looked at his jeans, his cock bulging the denim. I licked my lips, quivering. It was lunch right now. No classes for either of us. We had an hour to have fun. What did he want to do to make up for our fun yesterday being cut short? I had wanted to wear the remote control vibrator all day. I didn't even make it to his World History class.
"Bare those big tits, slave."
"Yes, Master." I loved saying that. My fingers flew to the buttons of my maroon blouse. One-by-one, I undid them, starting from the bottom. My tits stretched the tight garment. With each one undone, more and more strain was put on the remaining buttons. The last one, right between my two large breasts, stretched, my tits wanting to burst the garment apart.
I popped the button through the eyelet. My blouse sprang apart. My tits jiggled in my demi bra. The lacy cups restraining my breasts. I slid my fingers of both hands along the lace, following the lines of my bra and touching both my tits. My fingers met at the clasp in the front. I twisted it. My bra sprang apart.
Clint smiled as my lush tits bounced out.
"Mmm, these are the mature tits of a woman who is desperate to please her young master," I moaned, squeezing my pillowy mounds together, my hips shaking. My pussy was so wet, soaking my panties. Maybe even my pantyhose.
Clint put his hands behind his head, grinning at me. "How will you use those tits to teach me, slave?"
I smiled, walking forward, heels clicking, hips swaying. His dick throbbed, wanting to burst out of his confines. "Well, I would teach you about the wonderful delight of a titty fuck. I would wrap these lush mounds about your cock and slide them up and down. Faster and faster. Until you exploded all over my face and tits."
"Just the lesson I was looking for."
I reached him and fell to my knees, not caring if I got a run in my pantyhose. I let go of my tits and slid my hands up his jeans. I loved the rough sound of my fingernails sliding over the denim. I reached his crotch, rubbing him, feeling him ache and throb. He needed this, groaning and shifting. The lust in his eyes made me quiver.
I was so lucky to please my nephew. My Master. God, I was such a cool aunt.
The fastener popped. The zipper rasped. I reached in, shoving down his boxers, and found his cock. A wicked shiver ran through me as I pulled out his cock. Hard and throbbing, the crown dark with his excitement and beading with precum. I glanced at my unlocked door. Anyone could barge in and catch me with my nephew.
With a student. I would be in so much trouble. It went against all the rules of conduct.
And that made me so wet.
I wrapped my tits around my nephew's cock, sandwiching his shaft. I felt how warm he was. How hot. How he throbbed. His precum stained my flesh. My nipples ached, rubbing on his t-shirt. They ached as I slid them up and down his cock, bringing groans from both our mouths.
"The key to a successful titty fuck is twofold," I moaned, staring up at him. "The girl has to be endowed enough to wrap her tits about a man's cock."
"Uh-huh," Clint groaned. "And what else?"
"The pressure. She has to squeeze her tits about his dick, giving good friction while looking as sexy as possible."
"You're doing both, slave. Rub those tits up and down my cock. Demonstrate the proper titty fuck technique."
"Yes, Master."
I slid my tits up and down his cock, my fingers sinking into my pillowy flesh. My nipples throbbed and tingled, my pussy on fire. I wiggled my hips, the excitement rippling through me as I stared up at Clint, giving him the sexiest look possible. I wanted him to know how hot this was, how much I loved doing this.
He loved it. He groaned, staring down at me with such lusts in his eyes. His face twitched from the pleasure my sliding tits gave him. I rubbed faster and faster, more and more of his precum leaking out, making my tits slippery.
"And then," I purred, "as a bonus, the girl can lick the tip. Adding another thrill to the man's experience."
