Ms. Fellows is your responsibility and she needs you. Give her what she needs

You walk down the short hall and into Ms. Fellows bedroom. She is laying naked in bed with her legs splayed wide. Her middle and ring fingers were pumping in and out of her slippery wet cunt. It’s bizarre to see your prim, well-put together teacher like that fingering her own pussy and writhing. She rolls over onto her belly and smiles wide at you when you step into the room. “Dave… come join me. This will be so wonderful,” she coos.

You’ve never even been in the same room with a naked woman before, and Emily is a very beautiful naked woman. Your cock stiffens, but you feel shaky as you move slowly towards the bed. You clear your throat, but your voice still cracks slightly as you speak, “Em… Emily I’ve never, um, you know… done, well, anything with a girl before.”

“I know, Dave.” She says in a soft voice. “I’ve seen how shy you are. I don’t understand why, though.” She laughs a deep, sultry laugh. “You’re so handsome, clever, and sweet. If you got over being so shy and opened up to any girl, she’d be dropping her panties for you in no time.”

You’d feel a lot better about those compliments if Ms. Fellows wasn’t magically obsessed with you, but it still gives you a little boost. You reach the bad, and the sexy blond woman grins up at you. “Just tell me what you want. Anything at all. I want to fulfill your wildest fantasies.” She licks her lips. “I’m not your teacher now, I’ll be your magic wish-granting genie, Master.” She rolls off the bed to her knees on the floor in front of you. Her eyes are wide and bright as she looks up at you. Her hands stroke up your thighs and over your hips. “All you have to do is tell me what to do for you.” Her hands slide together and her fingertip trail lightly over the bulge in your jeans. Your cock twitches and flexes at the touch.

“Oh!” you gasp, your breath is fast and shallow. “Take… take it out,” you stammer.

“Yes Master!” she almost shouts in excitement. She rushes to unbuckle your belt, open your fly and yank down your jeans and boxers. Your cock points right at her face, it bobs up and down in time with your pounding pulse. Precum drools from the tip in a long, sticky line to the floor. Emily just stares at it, panting, face flushed. She freezes inches from your cock. Her expression is awestruck, as if your dick is the most amazing sight she’s ever seen. You can feel her breath on the head. The sensation makes a shiver run through your body. Her eyes are locked on your cock, as she whispers. “I’m not the three-wish kind of genie. Your wish is my command forever, Master.”