Dinner first, then a date with a yoga girl

Incredibly famished after the long day, I decided to stop bar Jet’s, a bar that also made pretty good hamburgers. I arrived, ordered a beer and burger, then looked around at the other customers as I sipped my beer. I had the Rulebook with me and wanted to try it out somewhere other than the school, but as my gaze went around the room, nothing seemed remotely interesting. It was a quite weekday evening, a few older couples in some booths, and some haggard looking men on the bar stools next to me. The youngest woman in the joint had to have been at least in her mid fifties, and she didn’t wear the years well.

Even the bartender was a man, a fairly good-looking man, but my gaze had always been on the opposite sex. Oh well, I thought to myself, maybe someone younger will come in later. Another few minutes of scanning the bar, my food arrived. As I finished my burger, my phone vibrated with an incoming text. It was Vic, my milf neighbor.

John, I just got home….

After all day at school, I’d totally forgotten what I’d told Vic: for her to text me when she got home and wait for my instructions. No rush, I’ll let her wait for a bit. I ordered another beer and nursed it slowly. After a while, I returned the text with her orders.

Leave your door unlocked. Go into your bedroom, leave the lights on, strip naked, put a blindfold on, lay back on the bed, put your legs up in the air and hold your ankles with your hands.

She responded within a second with a wink emoji. I took my time to finish my beer, then paid and took one last look around. No one interesting had come in, too bad. Maybe a small local bar in the middle of the week wasn’t an ideal place for hot women. Jet’s was only ten minutes away from my house, but I decided to take the scenic route to give Vic more time. She was probably already in position, waiting, but I wanted her to stew for a bit. I arrived home about 20 minutes later, walking straight into Vic’s house instead of my own. It must have now been at least 30 minutes from the time I returned her text to the time I walked in her house, and she had probably been waiting in position that whole time.

I knew where her bedroom was from my last visit and moseyed on in. I reached the bedroom door, which was wide open, and paused in the doorway to take in the glorious site. She did exactly as she was told. Lying on her back, completely nude with only a strip of cloth wrapped around her eyes as a blindfold, her legs where up in the air held in place with her hands, exposing her beautiful, glistening wet pussy. And she was soaking wet! And and her whole body trembled, whether from being terrified or horny, it wasn’t clear. She must have heard me come in and was wondering if it was me or someone else. With her door unlocked, it could have been anyone that walked in on her.

I stood as quietly as I could and stared for another minute. Other than her trembling, she didn’t attempt to move or make a sound. I began to remove my clothes. The room completely silent except for the sound of fabric rustling as I stripped. Now naked, I sat down on the bed and her trembling increased. As I gently and slowly ran the tip of a finger down the back of her thigh, her breathing increased dramatically, her vagina winked and squirted making her even more sopping wet. She shuddered uncontrollably while letting out a moan. She came just from a light touch, oh, this was going to be so much fun!

Deciding to tease her more to see how much more she could take, I ran a finger up and down each leg, getting close to her pussy, but never too close. I circled around her nipples and gave each a gentle squeeze. From her breast, I traced down the center of her abdomen, down to the vulva before retracting my hand. Her whole bottom lifted as I did so, wanting more. Not yet. Not touching her anymore, I lay as still as I could, the only sound in the room was her heavy breathing. Another minute of waiting, I put a fingertip to one side of her pussy lips and ran it across her clit, she turned her face into her leg to muffle a scream as she came again.

Enough, watching her orgasm had my blood boiling. Without any more pretense, I jumped on top, guided my raging hard cock to her entrance and started pounded. The angle her pussy was at made it easy, I was drilling her from above, using gravity to assist my deep thrusts. What was before an almost deafening silence was now high-pitched squeals, shrieks and flesh slapping flesh. Time for being gentle was over, I thrust as hard, fast and deep as I could, the entire bed rocking in sync with the rhythm of my pounding. I lost count how many times she came, and she began to get tired, her legs weakening,

My cock was going so deep inside her, I could feel the walls of her cervix press against my tip. Her tits bounced in tune with my thrusts and I took the opportunity to squeeze and grope them, pulling and twisting her nipples. She was so wet, I wasn’t getting much friction and wasn’t sure if I could finish like this. Her juices were overflowing around my cock, trickling down to her ass. Her asshole was right there, ready and waiting with plenty of lube. I pulled out her pussy and rammed into her ass. Her body bucked forward as she screamed. Her ass was tight and I couldn’t even get all my cock in at first. But between the juices dripping down from her pussy and the wetness of my cock, I was quickly able to work the whole thing in.

I proceeded to pound her anally, getting closer and closer to cumming. Vic was screaming at the top of her lungs, either from pleasure, surprise or pain, I wasn’t sure, it was probably a mix of all three. My cock began to throb as I was about to cum. I pulled out of her ass, stroked my cock until I bursted all over her naked body. Rope after rope of cum shot all over her, hitting her belly and tits, even getting a little on her chin and neck. After I was spent, I put my cock in her mouth and she got right to working cleaning it off without being told. She twisted her tongue and lips greedily around my shaft, getting every drop of jizz and pussy juice. When I felt like it was clean enough, I got dressed and left without saying a word, leaving Vic naked and covered in cum. I walked over to my house and sent her a quick text.

6:30AM tomorrow, you’ll wake me up with a titty fuck.

This time it took her several minutes to respond.

Yes master

The power I wielded, it was going straight to me head. I just fucked the shit out of my neighbor (literally) and now she would do anything I told her. Was that that good or bad? Was what I was doing ethical? I pondered these questions for a while but didn’t come up with any answers. It seemed like everyone I’d fucked so far had been quite willing. Vic certainly couldn’t get enough, Sofia and Adriana were always crazy horny, at that age, it was normal. Caitlin was a bit shy, but only because she had repressed all her urges, I had a sneaky suspicion that was only the first time I would be inside her. The mandatory breast inspections weren’t going over well with everyone, but it was no different then a doctor’s examine. Well, ok, maybe it was slightly different. But with the Rulebook in my possession, there would be no serious consequences. But was a fear of consequences the only reason not do something one knew was bad? Crimes happened all the time with the perpetrators knowing full well what would happen when caught. So what, then, dictated what was or wasn’t ethical? This line of thought was getting me nowhere. There was only one thing I knew for certain; the Rulebook is mine and I’m going to use it however I want. Yes, it came into my possession for a reason, I was supposed to utilize it. Or maybe the Rulebook was having an unknown effect on me, maybe it was corrupting my judgment, removing my inhibitions. But I’d always been a sex-driven guy, I just wasn’t very lucky with the ladies. And I’d always fantasied about some of my students, I mean, who wouldn’t? What man at an all-girls school wouldn’t fantasize about it? No, I was still me. Power corrupts, but I wasn’t holding power over anyone who wasn’t willing. Humans are sexual beings by design, we crave it constantly, whether we admit it or not, I was just making space for people to give in to their desires, was that so bad? As for my students...I’m a teacher! I’m teaching them! Teaching them about sexuality, yes, the inspections, the fucking, the dress-code...they were all teaching tools, nothing more. With my internal dilemma solved, I showered then fell into a peaceful sleep.