William was up early ready to visit his teacher, Miss Grant. Unusually for him impatience kept him looking at the clock, then his watch. Pacing around the bedroom, he wondered if there was something to do as a distraction. Fidgeting in front of the computer, he found it was useless as a distraction. Time usually went quickly when playing a game, only in was impossible to concentrate on anything, except the more pressing appointment.

He looked through the assignment yet again. The pertinent paragraphs had been re-written a few times, until they seemed foolproof. Previous instructions hadn't been specific enough, so that they spilled over into her private life outside of school.

He chuckled over the idea of his teacher accepting a pizza delivery, while dressed only in her underwear. It was all the more amusing, that she wore sexy new underwear he had told her to buy. He hadn't realised she would continue undressing at home, and not just in class. Yesterday in the mall was a total shock.

He hadn't recognised his teacher from the way she was dressed. From a distance she looked like a lewd Barbie doll, with her breasts bursting out of the top. The tight mini-skirt was riding up with every step, ready to reveal her panties. It wasn't until later he found she wasn't wearing any. Skimpy clothing had been purchased under his instructions, though she wasn't meant to wear the slutty outfit in the mall. The instructions had to be tightened up, or disastrous results would occur.

The shock of walking through the mall dressed like a slut, nearly brought her out of the hypnotic influence. She was in a halfway stage, between Miss Grant the responsible teacher, and May the liberated woman. That something was going wrong in her life was recognised, and she had begun to associate the problem with William.

The upside was, that she sought his help, and was developing a compulsion to follow his instructions. When he rescued her from the mall, it helped encourage the idea he was helping her. Yesterday he spent some time reinforcing the idea, that he would help her decide the right thing to do.

William heard a lawnmower start up, signalling that Sunday had officially begun, and it was a decent time to be visiting friends. Visiting a teacher at home at any time wasn't exactly acceptable, but he couldn't wait any longer.

"Hi Miss Grant. I've brought my essay over, for you to look at," William said, with a smile.

"Err, William, it's Sunday morning, can't it wait until Monday?" Miss Grant said, wondering why he was there.

"Sorry, you said to come over," he diffidently said.

She stared at him with a curious expression, looking undecided. He was going to be turned away. Before he could use her first name, she relented, by standing to one side to let him in.

"You had better leave it with me to look at, and I'll return it Monday," Miss Grant told him.

The hesitancy in her voice was surprising, and even more so that she let a student into her home.

She stood quite still, with her head to one side, wondering about him. He tried to look respectful, as he should before a teacher, especially in her home. Though, it was difficult to treat her with esteem, after seeing her naked in class. He glanced at the sofa, and quickly turned away.

The memory of what he had done to her yesterday became vividly alive. Not that it had been possible to forget. It still seemed like a fantasy; too good to be true. The most beautiful teacher in school had been laying naked across his lap, where he spanked her, then played with her pussy until she cum. She had even thanked him for the orgasm!

His face reddened with embarrassment. He was eighteen, and had a couple of girlfriends, but nothing so blatantly weird as that had happened with them. She was still examining him with a look of curiosity, as though trying to figure out what he was.

"William," she softly said.

He waited for more, only she remained silent, while signs of emotional strain rippled across her face.

"Yes, Miss Grant?" he prompted. It was important to establish how far she could be pushed while thinking of herself as his teacher. Or was he just playing with her?

"Did something happen?" she quietly asked.

"When Miss Grant?" he politely asked.

"When, when you hypnotised me, something, something happened to me," she hesitantly stated.

"Like what Miss Grant?" he again asked.

"Something inside of me. I don't like to say," she said, and looked away from him, becoming highly embarrassed.

"It's alright Miss Grant, you can tell me. I'll help you. I won't mention it to anyone, promise," he said, sounding more confident.

"It's nothing really. Maybe a side effect of the hypnosis, I don't know," she rushed out the words.

"I could help you if you tell me," William told her.

"I seem to be wearing different, err, clothes, than usual. Been a bit forgetful recently. Nothing much," she said, and blushed a deeper red.

How could she tell this young man about the pizza guy, and everything else. He would think she was mad. Rumours would spread around the school, if she blurted out those recent fears over becoming an exhibitionist again. It had only been a silly childish thing when a teenager. She was over that now.

"Sometimes inner feelings are released when hypnotised. Things that you weren't expecting. That's why it's used in therapy," he explained.

She looked at him with a desperate look, as though he had the answer to her troubles. It was time to invoke the hypnotic suggestion, before she told him to leave. He was about to say her first name, for when he said it, she would be under his influence.

"Can you really help me, William? For some reason I feel I can trust you. I need to talk to someone about it, and you're the only one who knows about hypnosis. Will you help me, William? I'd be ever so grateful," she gushed.

Wow! This was his teacher asking him for help, even before the post hypnotic state had been invoked. It must have been working on her consciousness more thoroughly than he thought. A moment or two passed, while he absorbed the implications. She was looking at him intently, awaiting his reply.

"Please, William, please help me," she quietly spoke.

"Sure, I'll try," he hesitantly answered. He noticed that phrase, about helping her, which she was using recently.

They sat on the edge of the sofa, a respectable distance from each other. May looked pensive, and worried.

"Try to relax, and tell me about it," he firmly said.

"I feel terrible confiding in you, but somehow it feels right. I think you would make a good therapist," she wanly smiled.

"Recently I've taken to wearing summer dresses to school, instead of the usual jacket and skirt," she hesitantly said. "Have you noticed?" she added.

"No, not really," he lied. "Go on," he said.

Once started she couldn't stop. She told him about not being decently dressed at home, and briefly mentioned the episode with the pizza guy. Of course, omitting that she wore skimpy underwear. He was relieved that nothing of the classroom antics, or dressing like a slut in the mall, was remembered. She hesitantly opened up about her fears, and hinted it might be something from adolescence re-emerging.

"I feel so awful telling you these things. You promise not to say anything to anyone?" she asked for reassurance, yet again.

"I won't tell anyone, promise. What about this morning, when you got up?" he asked.

"I dressed like this. I didn't go around in my underwear," she told him.

The sensible dress hid sensible underwear, just as he had instructed yesterday.

"Maybe something was mistakenly triggered when you were hypnotised. It seems as though its receding now. Don't you think?" he reassured her.

"Yes, maybe. Do you really think so?" she asked, looking hopeful.

"I'm sure of it. Side effects don't last long. Don't worry about it. I'm sure you won't feel troubled again," he firmly told her.

"Thank you, William, I feel so much better from confiding in you," she said, and gave him a warm smile.

She made a coffee and sat next to him once more, this time to read his essay. He watched her read the hidden instructions, designed to make her feel safer and more comfortable. He wouldn't risk her being discovered out of class dressing inappropriately. He was even having doubts over continuing the game in class. Here he had her to himself, and that was a situation full of possibilities.

Finished reading the assignment, she looked at him with a relaxed smile.

"May, are you ready for my instructions?" he boldly asked.

Sounding confident, while being nervous as hell, had recently become a well honed skill. Calling her May, summoned the hypnotic influence, or so it was hoped. He watched her body relax, and her eyes lose focus. Lifting her head, her eyes locked on his, and she gave him a big pleasurable smile.

"Yes, William, what can I do for you?" she said, without the slightest hesitation.

He relaxed, with a loud puff of air exhaled. Without noticing he had held his breath, hoping the hypnotic influence still worked. The look of bemusement and hesitation had completely disappeared. She looked naturally relaxed, more than ever before.

"May, what will you do for me," he innocently asked.

"Anything you wish, William," she naturally replied.

"Is there anything worrying you?" he asked.

"No, William. I feel wonderful, now you're here to help me," she smiled at him.

"I want you to slip those clothes off," he croaked, with the words sticking in his throat.

This was a real test, and it sapped his confidence just saying the words. To his relief she stood up and undressed. Everything was stripped off, leaving his teacher standing naked before him. He was pleased to see she wasn't attempting in the slightest, to cover her naked body.

He sat there for a moment, taking in the sight of her perfect body. His teacher was a ten alright. She was slightly shorter than him, at around five-eight. With long slender legs, a slim waist, rounded hips, and a cute ass, she was perfect. Despite having her pussy stripped bare, it was obvious she wasn't a natural blonde. That would have to be remedied before she went to school on Monday.

What he liked best of all was her large breasts. They looked magnificent from this angle, looking up at her from the sofa. They pointed upward ever so slightly, and bounced when she walked.

"Jump up and down for me," he ordered.

His teacher's breasts bounced up and down for a moment, then began to rotate. Just in case she did herself and injury, he told her to stop.

"Lean over me, May," he instructed.

With both hands holding the sofa, either side of his shoulders, her breasts were pushing against his face.

"Do you want me to kiss them?" he teased.

With a look of innocence, she slowly nodded her head. "Yes, please, William," she breathlessly spoke.

Before he could manoeuvre over a nipple, she pushed a breast into his face. She rubbed it over his face, while squirming with pleasure. He opened his mouth and captured a nipple. By sucking hard he restricted her moving, so that she pulled and stretched the nipple, caught between his teeth.

She stretched a nipple and giggled when he let it go. He wrapped his arms around her, to hold her breasts still. With the two of them he kissed, sucked and bit her nipples. Trying to hold as much of a breast in his mouth as possible, he nearly choked.

He was becoming too aroused! He had a naked woman in his arms, while freely playing with her breasts. He figured there wasn't much she wouldn't let him do to her. The hypnotic influence was so strong, after being in place over the last few weeks, her natural moral resistance had been defeated. He would have to be careful, or he might go too far.

William stopped playing around with her, and noted the look of disappointment. Hell! It was the girls who were supposed to be awkward and protective. This was all new to him, and a little worrying.

"You will come with me to the bedroom, and show me your clothes. I'll decide which are suitable for you to wear," he strongly told her.

When he mentioned going to her bedroom, her eyes light up.

"Thank you, William. I'm so grateful for your help," she gushed.

He followed her excited sashay to the bedroom. He expected her to obey him, though hadn't anticipated the eagerness to please. Maybe it had something to do with her orgasm yesterday.

"We'll start with the underwear," he announced.

She opened a draw, presenting him with bra and panty sets, one after another. It should have been exciting having his teacher showing off her underwear in the bedroom, only it seemed tame in comparison to her being naked.

"Drop those on the floor, those can go back in the draw," he decided, as each set was presented.

"Those, stretch them out," he queried.

The bra was transparent, but it was the panties she was holding up. The crotch separated when she pulled at them. He imagined her wearing split crotch panties in class, or even here in her bedroom, just for him. His already hard cock twitched with excitement.

Finally there was a pile of old underwear to be abandoned, and several new sets were neatly folded back in a draw.

He wanted to jump on her right there and then. Thinking it might shock her out of this pleasing mood, he managed to pull himself together.

"Not yet," he murmured. "Your clothes now," he told her.

They went through the closet, where he pointed out which should be worn in school, at home, and outside of home. The task steadied him somewhat, though he still had a rigid wood that needed attention.

"Thank you for taking the trouble to help me, William," she beamed.

"We should have a reward for sorting things out, don't you think?" he stated.

"Yes, William, that would be nice. What can I do for you?" she pleasantly asked.

"First, I shall reward you for following instructions so well," he told her.

His pulse was racing with sexual tension, rather than the previous apprehension. He sat on the bed, and patted the space beside him. His teacher sat close, with a look of expectation lighting her eyes.

"You can kiss me," he offered.

As soon as the words left his lips, hers were planted upon them. Her tongue explored his mouth, kissing deeply and passionately. He wrapped his arms around her naked body, and she followed by wrapping her arms around him. They fell back on the bed, while tightly entwined.

Eventually he held her at bay, while regaining his wind. "Take my clothes off," he panted.

He watched her delicate hands deftly undoing his belt and jeans, then pull them down, with his shorts stuck inside them. His cock bounced up nearly in her face. For a moment he worried she might balk at this inappropriate situation. He needn't have worried. She was after all a mature woman, with experience in the bedroom.

While pulling the jeans from his feet, she kept a careful watch on his cock. On the floor on her knees, she hesitated, though still eyeing the erection. As though a decision had been made, she reached for his cock with both hands. The slim fingers gently entwined his hardness. She arose off her knees to lean over him.

William hadn't meant this! The idea was to play with her until she had an orgasm, as a reward for obeying instructions. Feeling her hands wrapped around his cock, he nearly cum. He nearly shot cum in his teachers face!

With a great effort he held back, only achieved because this was so strange a situation. His teacher had his cock in her cool hands, with her lips inches away from it. He watched her lips close in. His eyes were wide with apprehension.

He dare not cum, not now!

He hadn't ordered her to do this, she was taking the initiative. He tried to think through the instructions given her over the last couple of weeks. It was necessary to think about something, anything, except what she was about to do to him. He couldn't blink, let alone look away.

Her lips parted, to form a delicious red circle. With those luscious lips an inch from the head of his cock, she licked them. A dribble of spit dropped upon the eye, smothering a tear of pre-cum. He knew what was about to happen, though his mind had frozen, with all thought stilled. His face was contorted with sexual desire.

The gorgeous pouting lips, slowly engulfed the head of his cock. They didn't stop there. They steadily slid down the length of his cock, not stopping until she kissed his red hot flesh. Denied his cock, a hand found his balls to juggle. The other slid up his body to pinch a nipple.

Everything she did was a surprise. His senses were reeling. The stimulation was so intense it was beyond comprehension. As much as his balls ached, he knew he wasn't going to let go just yet. It was as though he were over stimulated, with his cock too hard to cum. Watching her head begin to bob over his cock, he wondered how much more he could take.

Jumbled thoughts crawled through his mind. Was she a slut, or his teacher? Could she possibly be both? After this, was everything, and anything possible? He thought so, though more immediate emotions pushed the idea aside.

"Yes! Oh! No! I'm going to cum!" he loudly warned her.

Either she wasn't listening, or she didn't care. Her timing was going to be very fine. If she didn't let go of his cock now, he would cum over her face.

"Oh! Shit!" he cried out.

His eyes were screwed shut, tighter than Fort Knox. Concentration upon his cock was a demand not to be refused. The hypersensitivity of that important part of his body, meant he felt every twitch. He wasn't going to spurt his load in his teachers face after all. Her lips were still sealed around the head of his cock.

He was shooting a load into his teachers mouth! She wasn't missing a drop! He had never produced so much sperm. It felt as though he were pumping a gallon of cum directly into his teachers belly. Strings of it were spurting from the tiny eye of his cock. When it seemed he was finished, she continued to suck every last drop from his balls.

Already laying back, he now flopped exhausted, like a wet towel. His legs dangled uselessly over the edge of the bed, with May between them. She was still sucking hard on his cock!

He dare not speak, or move. The moment couldn't be spoiled, as it needed to go on forever. His teacher was emptying his balls through his cock, like a straw. He heard the expression in a joke. Now he knew what it felt like!

"My God! Oh, my, god," he mumbled. William nearly passed out.

He opened his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Last night he fantasised over her, and now hoped this wasn't just a continuation of the dream. She was there all right! Her chin rested on the edge of the bed, keenly looking at him over his limp cock.

Fuck! His teacher had sucked his cock, and swallowed his load. She had his sperm in her stomach! Eventually it became obvious she was waiting for his approval. He smiled at her, and patted his chest. His body felt heavy, with every movement requiring a studied effort.

Like a playful pet, she clambered onto the bed between his legs. He shuffled up, to be stretched out, waiting for her.

She crawled up his sweaty body, kissing and licking all the way. He wasn't sure if he could kiss her, after what she had in her mouth. Nevertheless, the need to please outweighed the squeamishness. An overwhelming need to reward her brought on a rapid recovery.

"That was fantastic, May," he whispered in an ear.

"Thank you, William. I wanted so much to please you after helping me decide what to wear," she simpered.

He kissed and licked an ear. Following her neck to her face with caresses, he pulled her lips with his teeth. His hands tightly held her bare bottom, while they smooched. Her kisses became more frantic. He felt a wet pussy rubbing hard against his leg. It took awhile for him to guess what she was doing.
"Are you a hot bitch on heat? Do you want your reward now?" he teased.

The way he spoke to his teacher was outrageous! His confidence with her had soared. It was said without considering that she was a grown woman, and he was just an eighteen year old student.

"Yes! Please, William," she sighed heavily.

He pushed her up off his chest, for her breasts to hang in his face. He sucked on a nipple, then the other. Holding her up, he bit her nipples. She let out little mewling noises of pleasure. Again he was reminded of a pet cat. Dropping her next to him, he kissed down her body. He was on top now, with a determination to remorselessly work her up to a climax.

He caressed her thighs with tongue and fingertips. The teasing light touches had her breathing heavy, with deep sighs.

"Please, William, please!" she implored him.

"What do you want, May," he asked, meaning to taunt her into admitting how excited she was.

"You, William, I want you!" she pleaded.

He wished he hadn't let her suck him off, as he wasn't ready yet, and she couldn't wait. He had to remind himself not to actually do it to her. It would be too dangerous to fuck a teacher. Pushing her thighs further apart he blew upon her sex. She trembled, and tried to pull her legs together. It was his turn to lay between them, and he was determined to make her cum.

He licked a thigh, travelled up between her lips, and bit upon a swollen bud. Hearing her yelps of pleasure encouraged him. With a wide open mouth he covered her entire sex, and sucked hard.

"Oh! William, William!" she moaned, over and over.

When delving into her vagina with his tongue, she became silent. A whoosh of breath was followed by guttural, animal like sounds.

"Yes! More!" she murmured.

"Tell me, Miss Grant," he taunted. William realised too late the mistake. May was his to command, whereas, Miss Grant was his teacher.

"William! What are you doing? Oh, God! No! I'm nearly, no, I mustn't, stop it!" Miss Grant shouted.

William thrust his tongue and a finger into her vagina. A finger had been teasing her asshole, which he now eased into her bottom.

"Please don't! You mustn't, I'm your teacher, please stop it!" Miss Grant ground out a protest, between clenched teeth.

William heard the complaint, but was encouraged to find she wasn't struggling to become free. Rather, she lifted and wriggled her hips, helping him probe her ass and pussy. Two fingers on both hands were pushed up inside her body, as far as possible. She squirmed upon them, breathing heavily from a deep arousal. She started to pant in time with the exploring fingers working her hard.

It was a shock to come around in such a heated state of arousal. To find it was a student finger fucking her was frightening. Yet, she was too worked up to resist! Her entire body was wringing out every sensation produced by those devious fingers. She helplessly squirmed in harmony with their every move.

"It's wrong, I mustn't, please stop!" she whimpered.

"You don't want me to stop now," he stated.

"No! Yes! Don't make me, Oh!" she yelped, on feeling a thumb rub her clitoris.

"You're hot and so near, tell me," he demanded.

"Yes! Oh God, please! I'm so close! You mustn't," she weakly protested.

"You're my teacher slut. You want to cum, teacher slut! Tell me," he demanded a reply. He pressed her hard button and pushed hard up her bottom. He twisted two fingers in her pussy, eliciting a loud wail. The sound of it migth be from pain, but it was from arousal.

"Yes! I'm your teacher! I'm a slut teacher! Please let me orgasm!" she pleaded, with a shameful cry.

He pushed his face into her crotch to suck on her lips, drawing them into his mouth, biting on them. His fingers were still wriggling inside.

"My God! Oh! Yes!" she hissed.

Her legs stiffened. A spasm of tension pulled at her stomach muscles. Ripples of sensations fluttered from her tummy through her torso. Her breasts felt hot, her nipples burned, and nerve endings fired all the way to her finger tips. Her toes curled, with even the soles of her feet becoming oversensitive.

As her breathing began to calm down, she managed to whisper.

"How did this happen? What have you done to me? It's wrong. We shouldn't have!" Miss Grant quietly stated.

She took a deep breath, trying hard to come to terms with the tangle of emotions.

"How did this happen? Did I start this bad thing? It's my fault isn't it! You must help me, William," Miss Grant moaned.

"Shall I spank you, Miss Grant? For being naughty," he teased.

"Yes! Punish me! I've been so bad," she cried.

William turned her over and loudly slapped her ass. She wasn't under the influence of hypnosis at the moment, but it was still there, in her subconscious. Spanking his teacher was outrageous and thrilling. Three strokes of his hand had her ass reddening. His hand rested rudely on her red cheeks, after each smack.

After the ninth, his fingers delved between her cheeks, to find how slippery her lips were. Miss Grant had been moaning with each slap, seeming to enjoy it. While he spanked her, he considered how the hypnosis was spilling over, and affecting her conscious mind.

She had another orgasm, not so violent as the previous one. He rested both hands on her bottom, gently stroking it, and between her thighs.

"William, please don't tell anyone about this. It's got to be our secret! You've, err, punished me enough. Let me up, please," she firmly said.

His teacher was regaining her composure, or as much as was possible under the circumstances. Her mind was in a whirl of anguish. A young student had given her two orgasms! How in hell had he got her naked on her bed?

"May!" he firmly said, hoping she heard him.

There was no answer. He was relieved to see her body relax, shedding tension and doubt. A smile broke out on her face.

"William! Thank you, oh, thank you!" May hoarsely whispered.

"Did you enjoy your reward for following my instructions?" he asked.

"Thank you, thank you so much," she smiled at him. "Thank you for a wonderful orgasm. Two orgasms! I'll try so very hard to do as I'm told. If I don't please you, you must punish me with a spanking," she said, looking demurely at him through lowered eyes. "Thank you for rewarding me so nicely. I'm so grateful for your help, William," she poured out a flood of heartfelt emotion.

He clambered up the bed to lay beside her. He wrapped her up in his arms, and smothered her face with kisses.

"I'll look after you, May," he warmly told her.

"Thank you, William. I keep doing wrong, so you must decide everything for me. I'm so grateful for your help. I'll do anything you say," she thoughtfully said.

She sounded so sincere and pathetically reliant upon him, he really did want to keep her safe. He again thought of keeping her for himself. The problem was, what to do about the others. If they were cut out of the game, they might inform on him. He would have to be careful.

He wanted to go all the way with her, but that couldn't happen, just yet. If what happened in class was discovered, they might get away with just being expelled. If what he did just now was revealed, it could be considered assault, or worse. He looked into her eyes, studying her. She was so beautiful and vulnerable. He would have find a way to protect her, and keep her for himself.