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FACESITTING TEACHER STORY

  

 

As the teacher's voice droned on, Josh Lewis amused himself by imagining how she would look naked. He was pretty sure that her fine ass would look finer still bent over one of the drawing benches.

      Her name was Alana Summerville, and she'd told them all to just call her Alana. It was ironic that she disliked him as much as she did--she was the reason he'd chosen to take the class in the first place.

      After a friend had described her as the hottest art instructor at the college, he'd made sure to schedule himself for one of her classes when he made out his schedule for the next semester.

      Josh had to agree with Ted's opinion, she was gorgeous. Even though she must be in her early thirties, she had an amazing body. After his first look at her luscious, heart-shaped ass, he'd decided that he was going to enjoy this class.

      After a few weeks of the class he swore that he'd never choose a class based on instructor hotness again. The teacher was beautiful, but she was always on his case. She complained about his distinctive style of line drawing, which was quite different from her own. He had long since decided that he was a better artist than her anyway, so he thought it pointless to follow her direction.

      It didn't help that her figure drawing session was only offered in the evening. He had classes spread throughout the day, including an early morning class, on both days it met. He tended to be a night-owl, so those two days, Tuesday and Thursday, were the worst in his schedule because he couldn't sleep in on those mornings. That meant that he was tired and easily annoyed by the time he got to her class. That made it even harder to listen to her bitching at him.

      He had decided long before that her attitude was probably the result of her not getting enough sex, or at least not the right kind. Josh imagined how he'd straighten out her bitchiness, by bending her over one of the drawing horses and pounding her ass until she was begging him not to stop.

      The sound of a woman clearing her throat shook Josh from his daydream. When he looked up he realized that the beautiful teacher had stopped lecturing to direct her attention to him alone. Everyone in the open, warehouse-like space of the studio room stared.

      "Am I boring you, Josh? Or do you just think you're so good that you can't learn anything here?" Her eyes flashed with anger.

      He decided it probably wouldn't help to reply that she was right on both counts, so he just smirked and shook his head.

      Her eyes flashed with anger and she moved to stand in front of his drawing bench. She glared down and he thought to himself that maybe he should have told her the truth after all. It looked like he was in trouble any way.

      "Gather your things and come with me. Excuse us class, I'll be right back," she said.

      As many times as he had pushed her buttons, Josh was still a bit surprised by the apparent level of her anger. He consoled himself with the thought that at least he was going to get out of class early. He gathered his art supplies and rose to his feet. He followed her out of the room.

      She didn't stop in the hall, but instead strode angrily to the next door down. While she unlocked the door with a key, he wondered if she realized what a magnificent display of her rear she was providing him. Her tan pants couldn't have displayed her ass any more perfectly. The cotton cloth was stretched tight by her bountiful rear--so much so that he could see the outline of her panties.

      When she turned to look back at him, he jerked his eyes up. The teacher looked so angry that it was hard to tell if she'd even noticed he'd been staring at her.

      Alana flicked a switch and one set of the overhead lights flickered to life, creating a small area of brightness in the cavernous silent gloom. The dark room was a duplicate of the room next door, down to the small stage at the center and surrounding concentric semi-circles of drawing horses, staggered so that each had an unobstructed view of the center.

      "Isn't this romantic?" he said as she turned to face him.

      "Don't get smart with me. You're going to sit in here until class is over and then we're going to talk."

      Until class was over? They were only a half hour into the three hour time slot! They hadn't even started drawing yet!

      "What the hell am I supposed to do in here for two hours? You can't just leave me in here--I'm going home."

      "Don't make this worse, I'm in no mood. You have everything you need here. From the look on your face in class you must have been imagining something--you can spend your time drawing that."

      "Great. That will occupy the first ten minutes. It is quieter in here though . . . that *will* make it easier to nap," he said.

      She glared at him. Her face flushed and she trembled. He couldn't control the smirk that came to his face when he saw his barb had left her so angry that she was actually shaking. She turned and left him, stopping at the door to look back at him.

      "Do you think this is funny? I hope so, because it's too late for you to drop, you know. Will you still be laughing when you get your 'F' for this class?"

      With that, she left him there. As much as it would suck to flunk the class, it wouldn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. She was so angry, he kept smiling at the thought as he set up his things on one of the better-lit drawing horses, a cheaply constructed combination of bench and easel.

      Straddling the bench he opened his pad and propped it up on the angled easel. He thought about what she'd said about drawing what he'd been daydreaming about. What if he did? The sight of her face when she saw it would be priceless. Besides, if she was going to flunk him anyway, what difference would it make?

      The thought of her reaction inspired him as he quickly worked. It was his style, free and unabashed, and it felt great. When he was done, he had to smirk at his own genius.

      It was her, bent over a drawing horse with her panties down around her thighs. He'd exaggerated the curve of her hips and drawn her face vaguely enough that she couldn't take him to the deans over it. On the paper she looked back at him with her tongue curling up between her lips and her eyes lidded low with an expression of slutty arousal. He decided it was the hottest erotic drawing he'd ever done.

      She was going to be furious when she saw it, and he looked forward to it. He stared at his own work, amazed. It was so hot that he could feel her begging for his cock just from looking at it. After she threw him out, he'd have to clean it up and ink it--it was gorgeous.

      Leaving the drawing in plain sight on the board, Josh lay back and relaxed. Gradually boredom and lack of sleep took over and he drifted off to sleep.

      **********

      Alana's anger built as she finished her discussion with the class and set them working. She didn't let it show to the rest of them, but was still furious at Josh. She loved teaching, but she was tired of dealing with smart-assed twenty year-old boys like him.

      Class after class it was the same. There was always some snot-nosed punk that thought it was okay to mouth off to her. She knew that because she was young and female they thought they could get away with it.

      She moved through the room, discussing each students work with them, but her mind still seethed at the thought of him. It was bad enough that he'd made her disturb the class, but then he'd had the balls to ogle her ass in the hall afterwards! What was wrong with men? Did they really think it was okay to just leer at every attractive woman that walked by? Did they think she liked having strangers stare at her rear?

      When the last stragglers of the class had departed, Alana returned to the room she'd left him in. The room was silent. At first she thought he'd just left, but then she saw him lying there.

      With mounting outrage she crept closer. She couldn't believe what she saw. He was actually asleep! As if she wasn't made enough already, here he was, flaunting his disrespect for her again.

      Her eyes opened wide when she saw the picture. It wasn't just obscene. The needy woman on the page was obviously meant to be *her*! She stared down at him peacefully sleeping and it made her fists clench.

      The thought of him thinking this dirty thoughts about her made her furious. She remembered the way he'd been amused by her anger before, and something inside her just snapped. He'd gone too far.

      He had to pay.

      ******

      Josh awoke suddenly to find something soft and heavy covering his face. He struggled blindly against the suffocating force, which continued to deprive him of air. His nose and mouth were smashed flat under some sort of pillowy weight that crushed his head down against the wooden bench. Someone grabbed his wrists and held them down so that he felt even more helpless.

      "How do you like my ass now, young man?" The familiar female voice rang in his ears.

      It was only then that he became alert enough to understand what was happening. In the dim light of the empty studio his eyes adjusted to the sight above him. The soaring curves that bulged over him, the warm, soft, smothering weight atop him--it was Alana's ass! The teacher was sitting on his face!

      "What's wrong Josh? You obviously are quite interested in my behind, from the looks of this crude drawing. Well I'm sick and tired of your behavior. You're about to learn a lesson you won't *ever* forget."

      She paused for a second and then he felt her weight come off his face. Her hands still kept his wrists pinned to her thighs as she looked angrily back down at him. He found himself staring up at the same curves he'd admired so often before while he gasped in a deep breath.

      When she noticed his gawking her eyes narrowed above him. She slammed her ass down onto his face again, hitting him so hard that he saw stars!

      "You will *respect* . . . *my* . . . *authority*!" She lifted her rear and rammed it back down on his face to emphasize each word.

      Underneath his teacher's rump, Josh lay battered and helpless. His face felt smashed, and he thought his nose might even be broken. It felt like Alana's ass, the former object of his lust, was *destroying* him.

      The beautiful teacher had settled her full weight on his head and even the tiniest breath was beyond him. Her ass engulfed his face, smothering him completely.

      "Mmmm. I should have punished you like this a long time ago. It feels so good."

      Josh was beyond struggling now. All he could do was lay there at her mercy, helpless. As his lungs burned Josh couldn't believe what was happening to him. He was going to pass out soon--pass out under his teacher's ass!

      "How are you doing, Josh?" she said.

      She lifted herself off of his face for a moment, and he could only wheeze and cough as he fought to fill his tortured lungs with air.

      "Not nearly such a smart-ass now, are you? Are you ready for some more? *I* am."

      Alana laughed before slapping her ass back down in his face. She settled in again. Her round buttocks formed a near-perfect seal over Josh's face. He was terrified.

      "I could just sit here until you were dead. Wouldn't that be poetic justice. The snotty boy who loves to stare at women's asses getting smothered to death by one. That's too easy though--when I'm done you'll wish I had killed you."

      For many long minutes she smothered him, only letting him catch a small breath here and there. When she let him breathe his arms and legs hung limply. He was so weak that he could barely move at all.

      "Worthless little shit. I should have done this to you before. This feels *so* good."

      Alana climbed off of him and worked off her pants. His head lolled back against the bench as he stared at her with a mixture of relief and shock. The fresh air rushing into his lungs felt wonderful, but why was she undressing herself? As frightened as he was of her, he still couldn't help entertaining the notion that there was some chance that the strange situation was going to turn into something more enjoyable.

      "I know how much you love my ass Josh, so now I have a real treat for you. No more pants in the way of what you want." Alana said.

      She moved over his head again and his fear returned. He wasn't going to get lucky at all--she was going to smother him again! He was too weak to try to resist her, though. Without thinking he found himself begging as she moved over him once more, "Please . . . I-I'm sorry."

      "No talking! Haven't you learned to keep your mouth shut yet? Bad little boys, who speak when they shouldn't, get their faces sat on."

      Her ass descended towards him and he stared up with horror at the beautiful, but terrifying sight. Alana sank onto him, causing his nose to jam her panties up into her crack. Her warm ass-cheeks sealed down around his face, stealing his breath away again.

      "There, that should shut you up. Just lay there and take it, you little shit. Lay there and smell my butt."

      To Josh's humiliation he found the sensation and scent of having her ass on his face was turning him on. It felt so much softer and warmer without her pants between them. He still couldn't breathe, but his cock stiffened in his pants anyway.

      "Are you enjoying this? Did I say you could enjoy this?"

      He felt her hand slide over his straining erection. Her hand reached lower until he felt her take rough hold of his balls through his pants.

      "If you mess yourself I swear I'll crush your little berries. Do you understand me?"

      When she touched him down there the combination of sensations was too much for him to take. Smelling her ass and feeling it on his face, being dominated by a woman--it all combined to push him over the edge. He groaned into her imprisoning buttocks as his cock erupted into his pants.

      "You little shit! I told you," she said, and then pain exploded from his crotch as she squeezed his testicles with vicious force.

      His back arched in a useless attempt to escape the pain that just made Alana squeeze harder. He howled at the pain but her ass swallowed the sound as well as it swallowed his breath.

      "Does that hurt? Too bad. That's what you get for letting your little thing get hard. I'm going to let you breathe, but if you scream I swear I'll crush them completely," she said, giving him a little squeeze for emphasis that made his stomach flip flop again.

      When she finally let go of his crotch and lifted up, tears poured from his eyes. He whimpered as he gasped for breath, unable to believe the nightmare he experienced could be real .

      After that, everything became a painful, breathless fog for Josh. He sobbed and sniffled for every miserable breath she allowed as she smothered him for what seemed like an eternity.

      She smothered him with her ass until he was too weak to move. He was overcome by the sensation of her soft warm ass-flesh on his face. The smell of her pungent ass odor filled his lungs. His terror grew with every breathless moment.

      Worse still were the humiliating words of this beautiful woman as she laughed at his pain. Everything about his perilous situation combined to make her total superiority to him clear. With each tiny breath he was allowed, Josh's horror began anew as he was plunged again into the prison of her ass-crack.

      She rode him like that, grinding her ass in his face, until he was felt like a thoughtless mass of jelly. Alana used her body to take him to the brink of suffocation again and again, until his pain and fear melded into outright terror. Helpless and broken, he was beyond rejoicing when she finally climbed off of him and turned around.

      "I think I may have a use for you after all," she told him as she faced towards him.

      Alana sat on his face again. This time she rubbed her crotch in his face. Her panties were damp and hot on his nose and mouth. He only barely comprehended that the aroma he now smelled was the scent of her arousal. After a few minutes of this new form of oxygen deprivation, Josh was only half aware that his teacher was getting off on his face as she moaned and humped above him.

      She lifted off of him again and he lay still. Air, precious air, that was all he cared about. He gasped it in with helpless need.

      "I can't take it anymore. I'm taking off these panties and then I'm going to let you try to please me. And you'd better, because if I don't cum I might just smother you to death."

      Josh's head lolled to the side and he saw what should have been a beautiful sight--Alana taking off her panties.

      "Catch your breath little boy. I expect you to do more than just lay there," she said.

      She straddled him once more, sitting high up on his chest. He gasped and coughed and slowly recovered his breath. He watched as she rubbed herself with deliberate care.

      "You've probably never seen a pussy outside of the dirty magazines you keep under your bed. This is what a real woman's pussy looks like. Get a good look, because if you don't do what I want it's going to be the last thing you ever see."

      Alana slid a finger into her wet folds and then touched it to his lips.

      "Suck it."

      He took the wet finger into his mouth and sucked at it's feminine flavor. Alana looked pleased at his acquiescence. She slid forward until her pubic hair touched his chin. Her hands moved down to take rough hold of his head. She pulled his face up towards her so that his mouth was jammed into her crotch. Her wet slit smeared against his lips and nose.

      "Now lick it. Lick my pussy, you worthless little shit."

      Josh didn't think of resisting her. He lapped at her sopping cunt with fearful eagerness, any possibility of being aroused by the act now beaten from his tortured body. He was just happy that she wasn't smothering him. He would have done anything to avoid angering her then.

      She moaned as he worked his tongue on her. His strength returned as he worked, and he began to eat her pussy in earnest. He licked and slurped with all his growing energy while she gloated above him.

      "That's it you little bitch. Eat my pussy. Show me who's in charge. Get your worthless little tongue up in there and work it. Come on, eat me right or I'll smother you in pussy."

      His head ached and his balled throbbed with pain, but having a beautiful woman degrade him while he licked her still turned him on. He was humiliated by her words, by the shameful ease with which she controlled him, but still his body responded to her. He licked faster and harder as he tried desperately to please her.

      "Oh yes. Oh yes. Suck it! Oh my god yes! Eat-my cunt. Eat it. Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck, fuck, fuck--there, oh . . . oh!"

      He felt her weight shudder atop him and then she cried out. Her hands kept his face pulled painfully forward, her hips grinding her drooling heat against him as he slurped up her juices.

  

  

Facesitting Teacher Story  -  Part 2

  
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