Author's Note: Kinda pathetic, I know, the muse left...


These last few days all I could think about was Miss De Sade, my devilishly sexy English teacher. She was so fine, for a twenty eight year old, and I spent more time staring at her in class than concentrating on the actual work. I couldn't help it. She was so fit that all I could dream about was fucking her right on her own desk, and maybe having her jerk me off or give me a blowjob. Whenever I wanked myself off I imagine it was her hand, not mine, doing the jerking.

Today she wore a short, puff sleeved white blouse with the top button undone, and a tiny black skirt, with killer heels. Yet, instead of seizing my tie and begging me to fuck her all night long, all she did when she saw me was smile and go back to handing out everyone else's homework assignments. I got a D. Great. At this rate I'd end up being held back a year. I shoved it into my bag without looking at it.

"So," said Miss De Sade, "you should have all finished reading Hamlet by now. Derek, can I borrow your copy for a second, thanks."

When she leaned forwards to take my book I caught an eyeful of her perfectly large tits and felt an instant boner. All the rest of the lesson I tried to keep any dirty thoughts to myself just to get it back down. It didn't work.

Damn, Miss De Sade, why are you so fine?

I went back home after class and lay on my bed, looking through my homework assignment. Then, I sat up, staring at what she had written on the last page.

"Derek, we need to talk about our grades. Come to my house, 7.00, tonight and we can discuss things."

She'd written her address underneath it. I was stunned. No teacher would ever invite a student round to their place to talk about grades. Was this it? Did she want to fuck me?

Holy shit.

So, when 6:15 rolled around, I found my way to her house. It was one of those red brick villa-type places, nice, but I wasn't going to spend ages waxing lyrical about her house. I rang the bell. When she answered, she was wearing the same outfit she'd worn to school, except a few more buttons on her blouse were undone, revealing more of her cleavage. I stared.

"Come on in, Derek," she said, coolly indifferent to my staring as she led me inside the house. I followed her into a room that was large enough to be a sitting room but seemed to be a study. "Take a seat," she said, closing the door behind me. I did so. She walked around the desk and leaned against it. I looked at her thighs and tried hard not to imagine them entwined around my body, as she bounced up and down on my cock, her tits slapping up and down.

I couldn't do it.

"Now," she said, arms folded, "what are we going to do about your grades? They've been slipping a lot recently, although I haven't got the heart to fail you completely just yet, but if this keeps up you could end up being held back, maybe even having to take a make up class."

"Sorry, Miss De Sade," I managed to stammer, feeling my cheeks go red. "I'll try to study harder..."

"I don't think studying is really the problem here, is it?" she said, leaning forwards. Again I got a flash of her wonderful tits. She smirked. "I think you're distracted by something."

"Y-yes, Miss De Sade," I stammered.

"Mm, care to tell me what?"

I can smell her perfume, her hairspray, her warm, wonderful lipstick, it's too much. "You, Miss De Sade."

"I thought so." To my surprise then, she laid her hand on my already throbbing cock. I gasped, feeling myself harden and stared down as she began to massage me through my pants. She giggled, coquettishly, and I met her gaze. She licked her lips. "Well, I think I know how to solve that problem."

"How?" I choked out, because she was rubbing me so nicely, so firmly.

"You do exactly everything I order you to do for tonight, and I'll make sure you pass English with flying colours."

"Miss De Sade," I stammered, but she had her mouth close to my ear and I could feel her warm breath tickling, sensually. "We can't..."

"Oh yes we can," she cooed, and she gripped my shaft, hard. I gasped again and then she released me and stepped around behind my chair, only to unzip my pants and thrust both hands down there, massaging my cock. "You want this, don't you?" she whispered in my ear.

"Yes," I gasped, "yes!"

"So do I." She ran her nails down my cock and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of her. "Do you realise how long I've wanted to do this? How many nights I've spent masturbating over us?" I shook my head, moaning as I became like rock in her hands. "So why should it just be a fantasy?" Saying this she let me go and walked around to face me. I looked up at her. She smirked again. "It doesn't have to stop there. Just say you'll do everything I tell you to for tonight and I'll raise your grades."

Bette grades and getting to fuck my fit teacher? Hell yeah!

I nodded. "I'll do it."

Instantly she was straddling my lap, her legs spread against me, I could feel her hot sex against mine, and her mouth against my startled lips. "Oh, Derek!"

"Miss De Sade..." I murmured.

"It's Mistress De Sade, now," she replied, clambering off me. "Now, stand up."

Stunned by her sudden change of demeanour, I did as I was told. She unfastened her belt and whipped it over my head, pulling me to her as she sat upon the desk, kissing me. Again I was pressed against her clit as she ran her hands down my arms, and then she forcibly pinned my arms behind my back and bound them with the belt. I twisted away from her, trying to wriggle free, but she laughed, cruelly. "Ah, ah, ah, Derek! You said you'd be my slave for tonight, remember?"

Oh, shit.

"I didn't think..." I began.

"Oh, shush." She unbuttoned my shirt, tossing it open and ran her hands down my thin body, smirking as she found the spots that made me twitch and gasp. Pushing me down onto the desk, she caressed my torso with her tongue and then took my left nipple in her mouth. I began to moan, because having my nipples played with has always been a turn on for me, and she was licking and sucking like a pro, it was like having a tiny orgasm, and then she began massing my right nipple with her fingers, stroking it with her nails until I groaned, feeling them both ripen to the hardness of gems. Eventually, however, she seemed to get fed up of this. Pushing against my chest hard, pinning me firmly down, she sat up and, with one hand, began to unbutton her blouse the whole way down. She was wearing one of those bras that fastens at the front and as she popped it open, her tits spilled out, swelling temptingly with their sweet elasticity. I must have stared because she giggled again before leaning forwards to kiss me. Our nipples met and I enjoyed the feel of hers against mine briefly before she clambered away from me.

Damn, I really need to jerk off!

I watched, not daring to move from the desk as she opened the drawer and pulled out two items; a large, thick roll of duct tape and a blue ball gag. She laughed at my apparent panic. "What? Did you think we were done?"

Before I could answer, she had popped the gag inside my mouth, forcing my lips and teeth over the smooth rubber ball, uncomfortably, and fastened it around the back of my head. I tried in vain to dislodge it but it was useless. She suddenly pinched my nipples tightly and I made a startled yelp through the ball gag as she pulled me upright. "There'll be more where that came from if you don't behave for me," she hissed, forcing me to my feet. She unfastened the belt only to bind my arms to my sides with the tape and then bind my wrists in front of me before spinning me around and forcing me to bend forwards over the desk. Turning my head, I watched her yank my pants and underpants down to my knees.

"Who's been a naughty boy, then?" she whispered, seductively, tapping my buttocks lightly with her hand. A second later I felt the harsh sting of her belt against my ass. I yelled, muffled through the gag, and twisted to watch her as she rained lash after lash against my behind. It seemed to turn her on. "Oh, yeah!" she exclaimed, beating me harder. "You like that, don't you? Huh?"

"No!" I tried to scream through the gag but it came out as "Nmph!

My as felt red raw by the time she eventually stopped and I was sure she'd drawn blood. With one last smack it was over and I slumped down against the desk, trying to ease the stinging. I heard her drop the belt and then shuffle around for something behind me. Then, something rubbed against my ass crack, causing me to turn my head again.

Mistress De Sade had pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and was smearing lubricant into my crack. She began to finger me, uncomfortably hard, first one finger, then two, then three, until I was so coated with lubricant inside that it was starting to trickle down my legs. Still, it was better than being beaten, and I made no sound of complaint.

She walked around the desk. "Look at me," she commanded, and I watched, obediently, as she unzipped her skirt and dropped it. She wore no panties and her clit was shaven. Oh, I wanted so badly to feel it on my cock. She, however, had other ideas, as it turned out when she held up a large, flesh coloured strapon. It was huge. Frantically I began to shake my head.

"You said you'd do everything I told you to," she reminded me, pulling the strapon on. Seconds later, it was up my ass and I was being pegged, frantically. Her nails gripped my shoulders, pinching hard, as she pushed me down against the desk, gasping with the effort of fucking me so hard in the ass. Presently, she stopped, withdrew it and hissed for me to turn around. I obeyed and she forced me onto the desk on my back again. Up my ass it went again and her hands fell around my throat.

Jesus, she's going to asphyxiate me!

She didn't, thankfully, but the feel of her hands there terrified me as she pegged me with an animal energy until she made a little moan of "Oh-oh! Oh! I'm going to cum!" and released her grip on my neck, replacing her hands on my stomach, thrusting her stomach and tits forwards as she finally orgasmed.

Exhausted, I lay wearily back, thinking this was it, the end, it had to be. She unfastened the strapon and left it my ass as she withdrew from me, rubbing her clit and watching me with a sly expression on her face. Presently she straddled my face, hovering above my mouth as she unfastened the gag, and then as I took a gulp of air she pressed my face inside her clit.

"Make me cum again and you can fuck me!"

At this point, I didn't care about fucking her; I just wanted to get the hell out of there. But I did as I was told, hoping that if I pleased her, she'd let me go quicker. She forced my face deep within her, ordering me to lick her hard until her juices sprang all down my tongue and she shoved me away. I licked her cum off my lips as she pulled her skirt back on and then twisted the strapon out of my ass.

"Thank you, Mistress De Sade," I gasped.

She smiled and ran a hand down my cock, tickling me. I groaned. "How badly do you want me riding your cock, Derek?"

"So badly," I begged as she began to massage my balls. "Oh, please, Mistress De Sade!"

"Hah!" She tickled my balls and then bent to kiss the tip of my cock. I winced as she began to tickle my pee hole with her tongue and then took me in her mouth.

"Uu-ah!" I moaned as she moistened my cock all over and I became rock hard again. With her hand she began to tug at my balls and pinch them, so even though her giving me a blowjob was pleasurable I was still in pain. "Please, Mistress De Sade," I begged, "please ride me! Please!"

She slapped my cock and I moaned, shutting up. But she did straddle my cock, pinning me down and thrusting against me until I finally came at last, shooting into her and her hot cum squirted down my shaft.

"Mistress De Sade, that was amazing!" I gasped.

Immedietly she pulled away from me, tucking her skirt down and reached into the desk drawer. She held up a pair of scissors.

Shit, she's going to cut me!

But instead she cut through my bonds. "Go home, kid," she said, flatly, as though I was someone she'd just met on the street.

Oh, for a hot bitch she was cold. I pulled my clothes back on and got the hell out of there.

Three weeks later I got a letter from school, saying that my grades were extremely poor and I was going to need to take a make up class for English if I wanted to move into the next grade with my friends.

The bitch fucked me and fucking double-crossed me!