Miss Amber

”And I will see you guys next week! Remember to submit those essays about the October Revolution for next Wednesday and don’t forget to revise on Stolypin!” I yell over the cacophony of noise that often followed the Friday afternoon bell. I had been working at this college for just two weeks and so far was doing alright with it. The kids seemed to get on with me, the other teachers seemed friendly and already I had seen a PE teacher get blackout drunk and try to do a pull up on a tree branch that inevitably snapped under the duress of his weight.

I packed my bags and laptop out and headed out to leave for a weekend where I had fuck all planned except gorge on copious amounts of pornography and watch Rangers struggle against some shite team like Dundee. Before I stopped at the door of the classroom of one the teachers I had not made a connection with beyond simple pleasantries. Miss Britney Amber, seemingly she was a new begin just like me but not as fresh out of university as I was. She was stood leaning over her desk; wearing just a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up with perhaps one too many buttons undone, her arse pushed out in a slightly too inappropriate length pencil skirt that stopped at her thighs, with her long muscular legs leading to a pair of beige heels. Overall, it was a welcoming sight that I couldn’t give up the chance to get a better look at.

”Hello there, Britney… wasn’t it?” I try to say in my most suave manner.

”Students should know that calling me by my first name is grounds for punishment, it’s Miss White to you.” She tersely replied in an American accent without even looking up at me.

I was instantly taking aback by the manner she spoke to me. Was this a bad go at patter? I wasn’t sure. She couldn’t have mistaken me for a student surely to fuck. I am 6’3 and look like a fucking Dad in spite of being only 23.

‘..umm you do realise I am the new history teacher, right?’ I try to sound in the least offended manner I could muster.

‘Oh yeah, I was just fucking with you. You are Alex right?’ She looked up and grinned at me with a beaming bright smile.

‘Thank Christ,’ I exclaim laughing at her idea of a joke. Getting a better look at her I can tell she is quite a bit more my senior than I initially assumed, probably more towards her mid-30s but definitely at least a decade on me. I smiled and walked up and held my hand out toward her to greet her.

‘Sorry, I do just love playing with younger guys. How are you doing? I am new here myself but obviously I have the experience of regularly getting to grips with new schools.’

”Oh aye, getting on fine I think. So how does a yank end up in a college in Scotland?

”Well, aren’t you very forward with the personal questions!’ she laughs not taking any offence to the question. ‘I love travelling around; seeing new places, seeing different cultures, trying all the different delicacies.’ She winks.

Is she fucking flirting with me? The only question that was going around my head as soon as she said that. It felt like time froze as I analysed every word she just said followed by an almost sultry wink at me. I’ve met women who flirty for fun but she’s not laughing it off like most would. I’m not a coward, fuck it, lets see how far this can go.

‘Oh, is that the case then hen? Well, how is your plans for tonight going?’

She laughs immediately and bends over where I stare down her top. Her cleavage looking set to burst from her bra, a nude coloured bra which alongside perking her massive tits up, shows off plenty from this angle.

”Wow, they were not kidding when they tell me Scottish guys do not mess around when it comes to asking you out.”

”Well, no point dancing around the problem.”

”True, true. Well, I have to respect that. I don’t usually go for younger guys but fuck it, you look older than most the fresh out of school types. Fine, I am free tonight.”

”Great, dinner and a few drinks sound like a good idea? Figured I can answer any questions you may have about living here.”

”Sure, drinks sound fun. How about 8? You’ll know this place better than me so you can choose where,” I offer her my phone and she enters her contact info in.

”Sure thing, it’s a date, Britney.,” turning around and walking toward the door.

”Hey, remember that’s Miss Amber to you!” She yells after me.

***

My confidence was absolutely brimming. I couldn’t lie and act like it wasn’t. I had asked a hot American lassie out who was ten years my senior and she said yes. I had some good conquests in my time, but this might top the whole fucking lot. I walked toward the address Britney had text me earlier. Taxi parked waiting for us to hit the town. I was dressed well, black suit and tie, not like a funeral but also not too much like James Bond carrying a box of chocolates I had just gotten on the way home from work.

I enter her building and take the lift up to her flat. I was kind of taken aback by how fancy the place she stayed was. This was a nice building; I wasn’t expecting a heroin den, but I didn’t expect this. She was a teacher right? Must have rich parents surely to fuck. I stalk along to her to door and wrap my fingers on it. After a few seconds of movement, the door slowly opens to reveal Britney and I just about have a heart attack.

”Hi there Alex!” she says looking at me, probably instantly realising at how much I am eye fucking her. This was because she was wearing one of the greatest dresses I had ever seen. A light brown choker that glistened in light, and a dark green dress that had one of the deepest plunging necklines imaginable, going right the way below her enormous tits with a whole lot of sideboob going on from her breasts. The dress then split at her waist turning into an almost double sided skirt with one length covering her pert backside and the front part being slightly more revealing, just covering her crotch area with both her long, strong legs, fully exposed. All this leading to the same heels she was wearing from earlier in the day.

”I- Hello um… Britney,’ I manage to spit out finally trying to not make it look like I was staring at her tits, I was definitely failing.

”That’s still Miss Amber to you! Those for me?’ She said looking at the chocolates, hopefully she didn’t look further down and see my throbbing cock threatening to burst through my trousers.

”Oh shit, yeah.” offering them out to Britney, which she promptly takes and places on a side table, grabbing a small clutch handbag and exiting the house and locking it. I stand back continuing to shamelessly ogle her. Her arse is sticking out as she bends down to lock the door and I could swear she is subtly wiggling it at me. No, surely to fuck not?

‘Let’s go then!’ She says, turning around and giving me a beaming smile, her makeup done perfectly with her luscious red lips looking even more sexy with the lipstick. Grabbing my hand and leading me down the corridor to the lift. I am regain myself from the shellshock her appearance provided me and go along with her.

***

‘So yeah, America just became too samey everywhere, so I decided to journey somewhere else, like a movie,’ Britney finishes explaining. We had came to a fancy place, somewhere that my teacher salary will inevitably regret going but I wanted to genuinely show Britney a good time and you can treat yourself once in a while.

”I have to admit I am remarkably untraveled. Sure, I have been on holiday and stuff, but beyond gonna visit my Granny in Africa once, I haven’t gotten around much.’

”Your Grandma moved to Africa?”

”Nah, she lived there her whole life, to put a long and frankly grim story short she lived in Rhodesia before the war and moved to South Africa afterwards.”

”Oh cool, so you are basically quarter African then?” Britney asked, leaning forward at our table, shifting her arms across her boobs to push them out slightly more.

”Nah, her roots were in Scotland so I don’t think I can quite qualify for that,” I laugh, trying not turn too red catching a glimpse of the deep cleavage of her breasts.

”Ah okay. I had a lot of friends back in the States who were from Africa. I have been missing them with it being quite lonely out here.”              

”How could a lassie like you ever fail to make friends?” I ask.

”Oh, I think people meet American and they just presume ditzy and loud.”

”Really? That’s a shame, you are great business,” I smile at her and then raise my pint to finish it.

”Oh wow, you drunk them fast. Trying to get rid of me quicker?”

I laugh, ”Naw, naw. I swear I am not. Just needed a bit of courage talking to a lady as gorgeous as yourself.” I worry that one may have been too cheesy or desperate.

”Aww, cutie.” Britney says, before standing up, her dress swishing up with her and floating between her wonderful legs. ”I tell you what, I will head to the little girls room, and you order more drinks, then we can discuss what we want to do for the rest of tonight,” she says smiling at me with a wink. She turns to walk away and a subtle movement of her hand under the lower back part of her dress lifts it slightly to just show me a quick glimpse of her arse cheek.

I blink in shock; she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I figured with a dress as potentially revealing as the one she is wearing, she may something on under, but no, nothing. Fuck, this woman is the real deal. I catch the attention of the cute waitress with her red hair tied up in a neat ponytail.

”Excuse me…’ I sight her name badge, ‘Lacy, any chance for more drinks for us please?”

”Sure thing, sir!” She smiles a pretty face and walks off to the bar. Wait was that another American? That’s odd.

***

Britney sat down at our table, her tits gleefully bouncing as she hit the chair. She had a look on her face, not of the bubbly one we just had during our conversation before, a more serious look.

”Okay, Alex, I think it is time we talked seriously.” She lifted one leg up over the other under the table, I couldn’t see but I could imagine her heel dangling in the air.

”Seriously about what?” I asked.

”Us, and what this.”

”I wondered it is a date?” I asked, puzzled.

”Not quite, I am sorry if you are under any false pre-tenses here Alex, but I am not looking for a relationship here, not a romantic one at least.”

My heart dropped, being rejected wasn’t the difficult part, that had happened plenty. It was the sudden 180 degree turn we were having where there seemed to be actual chemistry. ”Well… that’s okay. Sorry if I misunderstood.”

”No, no, my dear. You see, this was more of a… test. I want to fuck you Alex, and you want to fuck me, trust me sweetheart, your eyes couldn’t withstand dropping down to my chest even if you tried darling.”

I was taken aback, I mean she was saying the obvious out loud, but that normally doesn’t happen. And test? What test? And my raging erection refused to subside, that wasn’t helping my composure. ”I… well-”

”Shh, honey. You just sit and listen.” Britney took a long drink of her wine. Every moment seemed to last minutes.

”So baby, I am not your usual type. I am not interested in a boyfriend, husband, whatever. You see, what I want, is a toy. Not just a toy, toys. I seek pleasure wherever I go, I look after my needs, and trust me darling, I have a lot of needs.” Britney took another drink. ”I like you Alex, you are a great guy and I have been looking for someone just like you. But what you need to realise is, I am not just a fuck you one time and then you never see me again. I want a relationship many would call abnormal, you wouldn’t be a partner, you would be a pet. And me and you would look to fulfil my desires however I see fit.”

If there was a moment in my life seemed to entirely freeze, it was this one. My brain was overloading to the max with this information that I didn’t really know how to process at all. I waited for what felt like too long a time while Britney just casually sat drinking as if this was the most ordinary situation in the world. ”So… you want me to be like, a gimp or some other kind of BDSM thing?”

”Oh, heavens no, well, okay at some points yes. But this will go far beyond that. This isn’t just pinned down to one specific thing. We will explore everything that I want, and that spectrum is so wide.” Britney then finished her drink and placed it on the table.

”I am sorry if you will forgive me, but this is a lot to take in at once.”

”It is okay sweetie; take at all times you need.”

My mind tried to sift through the numerous ideas that were being beamed into it. I couldn’t possibly consider this right? I like her but surely not to agree to so much so early, right? Britney then teased me further but adjust the front of her dress, shifting her large breasts around with the most self-satisfied look on her face. I decided to ask her some questions.

”So this wouldn’t be a relationship? Does that means I could sleep with other women?”

Britney didn’t hesitate, ”Oh sure you could, fuck I will even encourage it. Trust me I will be getting my fill of cock beyond just yours.”

Okay, so I wouldn’t be locked down to just her. ”And how public would this be? Would we pretend to be in a relationship while maintaining this?”

”No, we would simply just moonlight as friends. Preferably I am fine with just being friends as well, I can easily separate my sexual side from personal one.”

Okay, so no weird secrets to be kept. It was becoming an excruciatingly hard offer to turn down and Britney seemed to sense my searching for further questions, so she jumped in, ”Alex, baby, this is a once in a lifetime offer. You say yes to me, your life will be more experienced than 99% of people on the planet.”

It was hard to reject when I was looking right into her gorgeous eyes. ”Okay then, yes.”

”Okay then, get your stuff ready to go. We have one smaller test to do before we can make this official.” Britney said as she stood up to leave.

”And what’s that, Britney?” I asked.

”To see how good of a fuck you are, of course. And it is Miss Amber from now on.”

***

The taxi ride back was quiet, unusually so. Britn- Miss Amber’s personality had changed; it wasn’t a fake performance though. She genuinely had a warmth to her, and that bubbly conversationalist couldn’t have been fake, she could separate that side of herself when she needed. We had arrived back to her building and exited the taxi, when I went to pay the bloke she stopped me and handed him £75 which he took with glee.

”Jesus, you sure about that?” I said to her.

”I’ll be ok, don’t worry.” She said with a smile and took my hand and led me inside her building.

The lift ride was still absolutely silent. Thank fuck nobody else got in on the way to her floor because I was struggling to remain composed. I was rock hard, it actually hurt to throb this much against the material of my trousers. Every ounce of me wanted to push her against the wall and press my lips against her, but something just was stopping me mentally. Thankfully, the lift dinged to signal our arrival to her floor. Miss Amber led the way down her hallway, her heels making a sound on the floor every step she took which just added to the tension inside of me.

Finally, we got to her door and the anxiety in me was swelling. Miss Amber took her keys out her handbag, handed me the bag and bent over to open her door. Before I was ogling this woman with glee when I was last stood here, now I stood in quiet silence scared to move too fast. The door clicked open, and she walked into without looking back. I stood still, not wanting to move without her say so, my cock was aching. Miss Amber opened the door wide open and looked at me, ”Scared? Poor thing.”

Miss Amber turned around and walked away from me, one gorgeous leg crossing in front of the other. I watched as she took a hand and grabbed the opening of her dress and pulled one arm out the sleeve, then the same for the opposite sleeve. The top half of her dress dropped below her waist, leaving her to half exposed but from where I was stood in the corridor I could only see her bare back, my brain and cock on fire picturing her nude chest which I knew was ever so slightly hidden from me. She kept walking through the large flat, before calling behind herself, ”Come on, I think we have had enough teasing for tonight.” I plucked up my courage, and entered her flat, closing the door behind me.

***

Turning around Miss Amber was standing at a large dressing table filled with makeup and accessories of all kinds with large mirrors at the head, and in it, Miss Amber’s naked chest reflected. I could only see a glimpse but what I saw I loved, her tits looked perky and with large areolas that I just wanted to get my tongue around. She was taking off the last of her jewellery as I approached behind her, nuzzling my face in her neck and wrapping one arm around her waist and my other hand squeezing her supple ass. Her scent immediately hit my nose, a sweet smell of both passion and lust and my cock bulged against her backside. She gave a small chuckle and said ”You are already so excited for me aren’t you? You are a naughty, naughty boy.”

”What can I say” I whispered into her ear, ”You seem to have me under your spell already.”

I spun her around and face her towards me, her breasts bouncing with the movement. Taking her head I pulled her in close and our lips immediately met in a passionate kiss, her tongue immediately entering my mouth and our saliva exchanging as our lips wrestled each other. I pulled away and looked at her chest, ”Holy fuck, Miss Amber… you just look incredible.”

”I know.” She grabbed my wrists and lifted my hands to her tits with a smile. I immediately got to squeezing her tits and feeling them in my hands. Firm yet soft and her nipples were stiff feeling in my pals. Miss Amber lifted her hands and took my jacket off and started undoing my buttons as I leaned back in to kiss her again. My shirt was off moments later and discarded onto the floor and she rubbing her hands all over my firm shoulders and biceps. ”I knew you were a guy who looked after himself.” She said pulling away from our sloppy kiss.

”Well, 15 years of rugby was worth something in the end.”

”Oh, I can certainly see.” She replied. I looked at her body and noticed she too had the look of a person who knew their way around the gym with a strong shoulders and arms but not so strong to remove her feminine figure, ”You look after yourself as well.” I said smiling.

”A girl of my passions needs to keep herself fit.” And she pulled me back in for a kiss and I felt one of her hands travel all the way from my neck, down my chest and stomach before feeling over the top of my trousers where my bulge raged. ”Let me see the equipment I have to play with baby boy” she said as she bent down and started unbuckling my belt, her face inches from my cock. She pulled the zip down and I could already feel my underwear pocking through the hole as she undid the button holding my throbbing cock from springing. All 7 inches of my member sprang out in a light grey pair of underwear I had wore which accented the size of it, straining to hold back my cock. Miss Amber’s eyes lit up and she said whispered ”Oh my god…” to herself as she grabbed my waistband and whipped my underwear down to my ankles, my throbbing cock springing out and hitting her cheek.

She giggled as she grabbed my cock without a trace of delicacy and started stroking it with a rough tug. ”Oh, this is just perfect.” She said standing and began to slowly circle me, her dress still secured around her waist with her legs walking gracefully in a long pair of heels. She was examining me, like a toy, truly I felt objectified, but I also fucking loved it. ”You know that during our arrangement…” She whispered sensually into my ear as I felt her press her chest into my back and one hand wrapping my waist and the other slowly stroking my cock, already leaking pre-cum into her soft manicured hand. ”You will no longer be a person to me, you are a piece of meat, every inch of that body and every brain cell inside is mine to corrupt and do with what I like. I will use you, I will abuse you, I will pleasure you, and you will be used to pleasure me and whomever I want.” With that declaration I groaned as my body tingled with butterflies in my stomach. Say one thing for Miss Amber, say she knows how to push all the right buttons.