Another awkward encounter with Collins

As weird as it is to say this, I loved sleeping with Sex Doll Rose tonight. Cuddling up against her body while she accepted any adjustment I made to her resulted in the whole experience being incredibly enjoyable. At one point, I had my arms fully wrapped around her like she was one of those giant teddy bear toys. And I can tell she loved it too. She got to indulge in her current fetish and be extra close to me all at the same time. That's a win-win as far as I'm concerned.

If that doesn't sound like a great way to wake up, don't worry. It gets even better. After hoping out of bed and getting ready for the day, I was greeted by my eager **** sister, who already had breakfast waiting for me. While I ate, I ordered her to crawl under the table and blow me, an command she seemed to find very appealing. Between Rose and Michelle, it seems like I'm set for morning blowjobs for the foreseeable future, though at this point, I wouldn't be surprised if there were quite a few other women who would be willing to wake me up with some head (Violet has occasionally mentioned the desire in passing; hopefully one day soon...).

Once I blow my load in Michelle's mouth, she gets up and politely asks if she can go to work today. As much as I would love to exert my control over Michelle's life and make her abandon her job, I know better than that. Maybe one day Michelle will actually be able to be a full time live-in maid, but today is not that day. I give my sister my blessing to leave and not long after she's gone, I head out myself.

Thursday means we're starting off with math, so that's where I make my way once I get off the bus. I really hope I can have a little more fun with Professor Collins today. I feel like things got cut off right as they were getting interesting last time. I mean, come on, Louisa. You can't just bolt out of the classroom after turning everyone on like that. If you're going to be a cheerleader, you have to be a slutty one. That's just simple math. And given that you're a math teacher, you should have been able to figure that out yourself.

The easiest way to make Professor Collins sluttier would be to roll an attribute that does just that with the Random Remote, but unfortunately, it doesn't look like it's going to happen today. I managed to check her while standing outside the classroom, but there wasn't anything new. Looks like we're playing on hard mode for now. Seriously, trying to get Collins to do basically anything is difficult enough, let alone something sexual. Sometimes I wonder if she's even had sex before. How am I supposed to get a stick-in-the-mud like her to let loose in front of a room of students without the remote helping me?

I try to formulate a plan to break through my teacher's tough skin, but that idea completely leaves me mind when I enter the classroom. In fact, all thoughts leave my brain when I walk in. Well, maybe not every thought. There are still a few I can manage to process with the sight in front of me...

Let's get the most important thing out of the way first: LOOK AT THAT ASS! My god! I always knew Professor Collins was packing a dump truck back there, but damn! And with the remote making her feel the need to move all the time, she's standing there swinging her hips back and forth as she hums to herself. I can't believe I get to see that thing jiggle around with almost nothing to cover it. She always wears full-length skirts, and while they do a good job showing her curves, it can't match seeing her ass cheeks hang out of what has to be the world's most revealing pair of shorts.

Oh yeah, I guess that brings us to the second major point: what the hell kind of outfit is that? She looks like a bumblebee. I'd say it's some attempt at showing school spirit, being a cheerleader and all, but North Ridge's mascot is some kind of bear, not a bee. I'm pretty sure yellow isn't even one of our school colors. So what is that ridiculous thing? Did the remote **** her to start wearing more revealing outfits and all she could find was some old costume for when she was younger? That's the best explanation I can think of. Still, I guess I can't complain that much. For the first time ever, I can basically see every inch of my professor's incredible body.

Speaking of that, there's one more interesting thing I noticed, although it is hard to look at anything other than her derriere. Specifically, I'm referring to the tattoo on her upper back, another part of her body I've never seen bare up until now. It's a bit surprising to see someone as bland as Louisa Collins with a tattoo. And it's pretty big. I wonder how that happened. Did someone pressure her into getting it or was it some kind of way to help her convince herself that she was... I don't know, cool? Definitely not as interesting as her gigantic booty, but I thought I would mention it.

Professor Collins continues to hum to herself as I just bask in the breathtaking view. Eventually, she glances over her shoulder and I catch a glimpse of a rare smile from her. However, the look gains a slight nervousness to it when she releases I'm standing behind her.

"Oh... hey, Matt. I didn't hear you come in..." she says quietly.

"Good morning, Professor. I like your outfit," I respond, not really sure what else to say. To be fair though, I do really like that outfit, even if it is absurd.

"Th-thanks. I was rummaging through my closet this morning and couldn't find anything I wanted to wear. Eventually I stumbled across this old thing, and for some reason, it felt like the best option I had. Maybe I need to restock my wardrobe or something..." Collins muses to herself.

I have to stop myself from laughing. Picturing my teacher ignore all her work attire and instead choose to wear what effectively amounts to a slutty Halloween costume is hilarious to me. I guess I ended up being silent for a little too long though, as Louisa awkwardly coughs and shuffles around a bit.

"So... um... I'm excited to see you all work on today's lesson. You've been doing such a good job recently," she tells me.

I'm hit with a small rush thanks to her words. Although, honestly, it wasn't as intense as it usually is. I suppose Professor Collins' cheering is more effective the more enthusiastic she is, and it seems like she doesn't have as much spirit as she did last class. Given what happened that day, I can't blame her for being a bit on edge this time around. That being said, I did still feel a decent amount of arousal, and she is smiling, even if nervously, so it's safe to say she isn't too torn up about the whole ordeal.

I take a moment to look around the classroom and realize that no one else is here. I didn't know I had left that early, but now it makes sense why my presence caught Collins by surprise. Actually, this may be the perfect opportunity to work with her a little bit. Sure, having the full attention of an entire room full of horny college students might be too much to handle, but maybe I can help ease her into it if I push her a bit on my own. Although, maybe that's just me thinking with my recently awoken dick.

Unable to resist such an enticing thought, I walk up behind Professor Collins and grab the ass I've been eyeing since I walked in here. As I do, I take my other arm and wrap it around my math teacher's waist, pulling her close to her and preventing her from getting away. My contact causes the curvy woman to jump, though she remains trapped in my grasp.

"M-Matt?! What are you doing?!" She half whispers, half yells. Alright, I have an idea.

"Only what you've clearly been asking for," I tell her, kneading her plump cheek in my hand.

"What? What are you talking about?"

Despite her tone indicating that she doesn't like what I'm doing to her, she doesn't appear to be making any effort to get away from me. I take that as a good sign and keep pushing forward.

"Don't play dumb with me. You show up to class, prancing around in this skimpy little outfit, then shake this ass directly in front of my face," I slap her ass for emphasis. "You know exactly what you're doing. You want me to touch you. To grab you. You're practically begging for it."

I don't know if any of that is true, but that's not what's really important. She doesn't seemed to have rationalized her KEEP IT MOVING attribute yet, so if I tell her she's dressing like a slut and shaking her ass because she wants me to make a move on her, maybe she'll actually start to believe it. It seemed like it was at least worth a try. And judging by the fact that her body is starting to heat up, it's clearly having some sort of effect on her.

"Wait, no... that's not... I mean... uh... that doesn't make any sense. I... I'm not..." she stammers.

I just continue to grope my professor's butt while she tries to formulate any coherent thought. By the way, having that thing in my palm is a euphoric feeling. Her cheeks are totally soft, my fingers sinking into her skin with even the most gentile of squeezes. I didn't think an ass like this could exist, yet here I am, actively indulging in just such an ass. I can't wait to give this thing a pounding one day.

Anyway, Collins, for her part, is still trying to process what's going on. I don't have a great angle on her face, standing behind her and all, but from what I do see, she looks genuinely confused. Like she can't fathom what I just told her. Then, after a good bit of waiting, she finally says something.

"G-get off of me..."

And just like that, another woman breaks, thanks to my incredible-

Wait, what?

"What did you say?" I ask.

"I... I said let go of me. Please," she reiterates.

I... can't say I saw that coming. I really thought that was going to work, but not only does she not seem any closer to caving, she almost seems... scared. I don't think it's me she's scared of, but either way, something doesn't feel right. With that in mind, I actually listen to the woman's pleas and let go of her. Listen, I may not be the best guy in the world, but I'm not going to **** myself on someone. Even I know that no means no. Magic remote or not.

As Professor Collins moves away from me, she turns around, allowing me to see her face. Her cheeks are bright red and her breathing is a fairly heavy. Looking her body up and down, I see that her knees also look a little weak. Every sign indicates that she's turned on, and yet, when I lock eyes with her, I still see nothing but confusion. What's going on in that mind of yours, Louisa?

The woman begins glancing around before noticing her cell phone sitting on her desk. She reaches over and quickly snatches it up.

"I'm sorry, Matt. I just realized I need to make a call. If you'll excuse me..." Collins says as she gathers up the rest of her things.

"But what about class?" I ask her.

"Oh, um, tell everyone that class is cancelled today. I hope you enjoy your weekend, and I'll see you next week," she responds at a frantic pace.

And just like that, my math teacher slips past me and out the door. I'm left with nothing but silence and my own thoughts. I try to wrap my head around what just happened, but it's difficult. It sort of feels like a repeat of what happened last class. I really thought the problem was that she was overwhelmed by the number of people trying to touch her. I guess I was wrong. But then what's going on with her? Why is Professor Collins such a tough nut to crack?

A moment later, the door opens and Daisy steps inside, her massive tits jiggling around as she does so. She quickly notices me standing at the front of the room and gives me a perplexed look.

"Hey, what's going on? I saw Professor Collins run out of the classroom. She looked like she was in a rush, but when she saw me, she stopped and gave me a weird look. For a second, I almost thought she was going to jump me or something. Then she turned around and rushed in the opposite direction. It was weird. Anyway, does that mean there's no class today?" She explains in a single breath. Well, it looks like Daisy isn't having any trouble talking to me anymore.

"It seems that way," I reply.

After a bit of discussion, Daisy and I decide to put up a note on the door telling the rest of the class that math is cancelled. I'm sure a lot of people will be disappointed. Previously, most of them would be thrilled to not have to go to math, but now, I get the impression that Collins was rapidly becoming a fan favorite teacher thanks to her arousing cheers. Daisy also seems upset to not have class, but assume that's mostly because she wanted to chat with the rest of the class.

Well, it looks like the first class of the day is a bust. And the morning started off so well too. It seems like anytime I start enjoying how life is going, I'm hit with another issue. Oh well. I can't do anything about it now. At least I have some extra free time today. I wonder who's available right now...