Becoming a male Succubus Pt. 1
Part 1
I originally posted this a couple of days ago but since then I have made some tweaks, converted it to 1st person etc. Hope you enjoy! Feel free to message me if you have to chat further :)
It started when I turned eighteen.
I was a student at a local upper school, in his final year of his education, otherwise known as sixth form, when his life changed dramatically. I knew it would happen of course; my father had taught me long ago during one of his brief stints at home before he left to go back to work. My mother was not in the picture, having died during c***dbirth but my father never resented me and loved me greatly.
As I sat in history class, bored once again and daydreaming. I could not help but think about this new life a succubus and what that meant. Fortunately, this species I now belonged to had long since evolved four centuries ago to remove the goat horns, the hooves and thankfully the tail as well. Instead, I have regular human limbs. In fact, everything about me is regular, if a little on the average side. I certainly would have rated myself somewhere around a five. I am about five foot ten, I enjoy exercise which has given me a good muscle base, but I have a slight podge around his waist that he could not seem to shift. I have a strong chin that I usually covered with stubble and rather full cheeks that removed any ability to call my features sharp. Yet despite this I am considered to be a predator. A sexual predator with a thirst that grew by the day and is further compounded by being surrounded by girls that attracted me in every way imaginable.
My desire for a physical connection with another person grew daily but the impact of this was luckily not death for the other participant. Instead, If I leave it too long, it would result in a dampening and then loss of my own powers which then would make it harder for myself to feed, or so my father told me. This degradation process was slow however and gave me plenty of time.
I had only been eighteen for a couple of weeks and had only a small idea of my powers of suggestion, seduction and subjugation. So, I decided therefore, to test them out on my history teacher, Miss Powell. I had always found her attractive, a young teacher in her late twenties with light brown hair but it was most likely due to the fact that she regularly wore long woolen tops or blouses with loose, flowing skirts that both only reached about a third of the way down her thigh, leaving plenty of shapely leg on view and she usually wore tights in accompaniment.
It was the shapeliness of her legs that really pulled at me, and I often found myself staring at them and wondering whether she knew the affect she was having on her students and if she secretly enjoyed it. Today, she wore a pink blouse with a black skirt like usual and tights as well as she strutted to and fro in front of the white board that had the words: ‘Hitler’s rise to power’ on them.
I genuinely did try to listen, but her legs were distracting me again, so I gave in and decided to test these powers. Just a little nudge, a slight twinge to make her horny enough to be uncomfortable. I put my right hand under the desk and pressed my forefinger and thumb together and looked straight at her. Miss Powell immediately buckled and almost fell to the floor, grasping her stomach.
“Ugh!” She cried in surprised but also pleasure. The students around me stared at her in alarm. She clutched her stomach and managed to stumble back to her desk, where she slumped into her chair, the bottom half of which was hidden behind a board in front of her desk. She leaned back on the chair her and while I could not see any more than just her head and top half of her torso, I was sure that she was touching herself. This too me by surprise just as much as anyone else, I had not implanted the urge to think about me in her mind, so she was free to think of whatever fantasy that took her. The other students could only see the same as myself and, unlike me, they all watched her with extreme concern. She stayed in that position for a full minute before opening her eyes and sitting up fully in her chair. Her beathing was heavy and she was looking wildly between each student. I could not help but feel guilty, though also quite turned on.
“A…apologies class…not sure what happened there…please read and complete the exercises set out in page 34.” She stammered through with barely concealed breathlessness. She did not leave the desk again for the remainder of the lesson and my mind kept wandering to what her hand was doing under that table. A couple of times during the lesson I looked over and saw her looking flustered and shut her eyes for a few moments here and there.
It was definitely not what I had intended, these powers must be a little bit more potent than I originally thought, at least I knew now not to use quite so much for the next time, and I sorely looked forward to it.
My father had made it clear to me that these powers were just to help me feed and that I must not get addicted, while the participant would not die from the sexual exchange, it was a risk that I could be seen as a r****t or some kind of sex offender. I had to be careful therefore and spend the time when seducing girls. My father had also made it clear that I must always respect women while I was using them to gain power, I had to respect them and them fairly and with dignity.
It was easy to agree to, much harder to put into practice.
After the mistake with my history teacher I knew I needed to be more careful in the future. I was not necessarily obsessed with her and desperate to fuck her and indeed I was not really attracted to older women in general, though this came with some exceptions, one being my new Geography teacher, Mrs. Hale.
At the start of the year my class was introduced to Mrs. Hale, a kind woman in her mid-thirties. She had brown hair that was usually untied and allowed to flow down to her shoulders. She had kind features and a smile that was infectious. In every lesson, she wore tight fitting dresses that fully accentuated the curves of her hips, the large fullness of her breasts and her dresses were usually quite short, showing plenty of leg that was often fitted into a high heel shoe to show off her calves. Even her accent was a turn on, a soft, calming voice with a hint of northern Irish.
I had Geography as my last lesson of the day and so spent most my day beforehand thinking about her. I barely listened as my friends spoke to me during lunch and I completely failed to answer correctly a question posed to me in Biology. Finally, Geography arrived, and I eagerly rushed into the classroom. With a hint of annoyance, some other students had taken the front and second row desks. There were only fifteen of us in the class, but it meant I had to sit at the back. Oh well I thought to myself, at least this meant I could practice without being spotted or asked awkward questions.
Mrs. Hale walked in a bit late and smile brightly at them all. I could feel my cock almost pull toward her in my trousers, she was wearing a tight, strappy blue dress that opened out at the bottom and black high heel shoes. She dumped her things on her desk at the front and began chatting idly to the class about their week, but I was not listening. I wanted to waste no time in seducing her, I just had to have her, and I was desperate to begin the process today. I waited for her to begin the lesson before starting with a suggestion, just an inclination to implant in her mind that she found my attractive at first. This needed to be enough to overpower any preconceived ideas about not being attracted to her students however, and yet, not too much otherwise she might throw herself at him in the middle of the lesson, it just enough to get her to be aware of him sexually.
She was standing in front of them all, pointing at a board which was covered in text and simplified drawings of volcanoes. Once again, I hid my right hand under the table and touched my middle finger to my thumb and reached out gently towards her with my mind. It only a took a couple of seconds, my breath caught in my throat for all of them, then her large hazel coloured eyes flew straight to me and I just stared back at her. She grinned at me but then shook her head, her eyes going back to the white board. That was a good start I thought. A more passive power that I possessed, was the ability to read emotions, this allowed me to determine how others felt about me and how far I had to go with them. Luckily, it was something I could turn off, so I did not have to sit and experience anyone’s dislike for me at any given time. In this case, I opened myself up to Mrs. Hale’s emotions and was thrilled to feel the already quite strong attraction towards me. I smiled to himself, success. About ten minutes later whilst she was pointing at a diagram on the board, I released another suggestion at her, this one took less time to take effect than previously and she looked at me again, then brushed some loose hair behind her ear.
Half an hour into the lesson and I went for my third attempt. She was sitting down at her desk, popping questions to the class, I was perhaps feeling a little impatient and so tried a more powerful suggestion. This was almost instantaneous, and she closed her eyes, bit down on the end of her pen and shifted in her seat.
“Okay, class.” She said suddenly, getting to her feet. I had the feeling my work had made her change tactic for her lesson.
“Let’s do a brief exercise.” She shot another look at me and my cock throbbed. “I want you all to draw and label all the key components and differences between a volcano and a caldera. You have, let’s say…until the end of the lesson.” She ordered them gently. They did as they were told and began the work. I did enjoy Geography; it was a subject I felt I excelled at so I could have easily completed the task if my mind was not halfway up Mrs. Hale’s skirt. After a few minutes Mrs. Hale began walking between each student to view their work. Whilst I had the power to seduce, there was no way I could predict how the recipient would react. So I was surprised and even more turned on when I looked up from my paper and saw that every time the teacher stood at a student’s desk, she bent down at the hip and pointed her perfectly shaped ass directly at me, making her dress ride up even higher. I licked my lips and realised that a few other students were starting to notice too and were ogling her behind.
Every time she bent down; my cock gave a nudge of awakening. She seemed to be toying with me too because she seemed to make sure I was the last student she came to, the excitement of which was enticing. When she finally did arrive at my desk, I had a solid hard on going on in my trousers and could barely contain myself. I looked up when she approached and smiled at her, receiving a swooping sensation in my stomach when she then grinned back at me rather wickedly. She bent down in front of my desk, exposing her tits which I eyed hungrily. Being the only student at the back of the class, no one else saw her. Which was fortunate.
“Are you okay, Sev?” She said quietly, every word dripped with sex. “You seem to be struggling to concentrate today.”
I swallowed.
“Is something distracting you?”
“Maybe.” I replied, trying to be coy but failing miserably. She leant forwards on my desk so that her tits were pressing against my right hand which I was using to write with and whispered in my ear.
“I think I know what’s distracting you, I’ll have to think of a solution to this problem.” She said seductively. It took all my might to not turn my head and kiss her, to not stand up and bend her to over the table and fuck her senselessly.
She leaned back and stroked her hand gently across mine before standing up and going back to the front of the class, my eyes fixed on her ass. I was turned on, but I wanted to enjoy the pursuit, so I left it there for the day. Besides, I had Geography again tomorrow afternoon and I could work on her a bit more.
The lesson ended and Mrs. Hale gave me one final look before leaving the classroom.
“She is so hot.” My friend, Max said to him as they followed her, along with the rest of the class, down the corridor and outside. She turned away towards the car park and the pair of them made their way home on foot. Max was my oldest friend but a human, so I could not talk to him about these powers or the fact that I was not even of the same species. Instead, we talked about silly things, video games mostly, before I waved goodbye and walked the rest of the way home.
My house was admittedly quite lavish. Thanks to their abilities, my father had climbed the career ladder quickly and was now a board member for a large transnational corporation. I was not sure what they did but it made them quite rich. Our house was a four-bedroom, sixteenth century cottage that was immaculately designed both inside and out, it even had a swimming pool as part of an extension and an exceptionally large garden.
I dumped my bag in the kitchen and looked for a snack before I decided to do some exercise in the pool, after which I would probably then jack myself off silly thinking about Mrs. Hale. My phone vibrated as I munched down on an apple. It was a text from Max:
“Hey, have you seen Facebook? We’ve been invited to Dan’s house party next weekend. Should be a goodun!”
I quickly opened Facebook and saw the invite. About a hundred people were invited to the part, his final blow out before university called him away. Dan was a good friend of theirs, a former football compatriot before the team was disbanded due to the coach being, well, a bellend. I texted Max back:
“Yes, just seen…Can’t wait. I’ll pick you up, give me an opportunity to show off the car.”
For my Eighteenth birthday my father bought me my first car, and even though I had asked for a total banger that I could wreck while I got used to driving, my father had instead got me the most expensive Land Rover you could buy. It had all the extras you could dream of but it was a b**st of a vehicle that I had almost wrapped around a tree the first time I drove it, which my father found hilarious.
The next day I spent most of it thinking about my Geography teacher and could barely contain my excitement to see what she would do next. But nothing could have prepared me for what was to come. A lot of the time, as my father explained it, their abilities emphasized desires sometimes buried deep down so depending on who you were looking for, it could be very easy or very difficult to seduce them fully and in a short period of time. Mrs. Hale, it turned out, was an example of the former to the extreme.
When I arrived in class, I once again found myself at the back of the class, thanks to my previous lesion being situated as far away as possible. We all waited a couple of minutes before the teacher finally arrived. This time Mrs. Hale wore high heels again and another tight fitted dress that plunged downwards to reveal her chest line and show off her amazing tits. Definitely not school appropriate and meant every eye in the room, even some of the girls, were fixated on her chest. I also noticed she was wearing stockings and that her dress was even shorted than usual.
Her eyes went straight to me and I grinned at her, feeling confident and excited. She did not react, but I could practically feel the desire coming off her like a scent. The lesson started with the teacher handing back their previously submitted homework books. As she reached my desk, she winked at me and walked back to the front of the class, my eyes again, watching her ass sway as she went. As I opened ,y book, expecting to see a solid C grade for my work, I instead found a small disc sized remote control cello taped to the inside of the book’s front cover and a note also cello taped next to it. I secretly pulled the note off and opened it.
“Use the remote, have fun with me.”
Was all it said. I tore off the remote and looked at it. It had three buttons. One said increase, the other decrease and the third play/pause. Intrigued I hid the remote in my lap and pressed play. Mrs. Hale’s eyes snapped to him and he noticed her hips jolt forward slightly. I pressed increase and she gasped briefly and quietly mid-sentence. My cock twitched hungrily when I figured out what was happening, and it made me hard as a rock. I was determined to have fun with this vibrator.
I waited a few minutes and then pressed increase again. Her hand went straight to her groin, but she passed it off as though brushing something off her dress. She continued speaking but her voice was slightly higher pitched and breathless. I threw another seduction at her, this time more powerful than those I used yesterday, and she stared straight at me, longingly. I pressed increase again and her hips bucked forwards and she gasped in pleasure. None of the other students seemed to notice anything but I was enjoying every moment. I did have to be careful though, too much and one of the other students could ruin it. She continued with the lesson, and every now and then I would press increase and watch as her legs shook slightly, and she grinned to herself. At one point, whilst she was writing something on the board with her back to them all, I pressed decrease, waited a second then pressed increase two times. She gasped, placed a hand on the board in front of her and visibly lifted herself onto her tip toes and arched her back, revealing the bottom of her ass cheeks to everyone in the room. I could have sworn I saw something drip from between her legs too. The affect was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen so I did it again. Mrs. Hale groaned but turned it into a cough and then turned around to give me a look of pure lust. I pressed pause this time, then when she stood facing them all again, I pressed increase about five times and then play. The sudden shock wave almost made her fall to the floor like Miss Powell and she had to clutch her desk breathing heavily.
“Are you okay?” A student at the front asked. There was about twenty minutes left of the lesson.
“Yes…yes I’m fine, Alex.” She said, I could tell she was doing everything she could not to just give up and finger fuck herself in front of them all.
“Actually no, I have a slight headache. Why don’t we finish for today? Go enjoy the rest of the day and have a nice weekend!” She said to them all.
I knew from the look she threw at me that I had to stay which suited me perfectly. My hunger had grown exponentially as I watched her writhe about in front of her students. After the last student had left, she shut the door and locked it. She turned to face him, her face filled with desire, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“I hope you enjoyed our lesson.” She said huskily. She slowly hiked up her dress to show her stockings with suspenders and no pants. In their place was a shave pussy that was dripping wet. I pounced. I threw a powerful seduction at her and approached like the predator I was, I gently pushed her against the back wall and knelt in front of her, inhaling the intoxicating smell of her sex and then pulled out the vibrator and threw it to the floor. Then I placed my mouth on her pussy. She moaned loudly, bucked her hips and grabbed the back of my head to push my mouth in deeper. I began licking all her juices and when I found her clit, I flicked it with my tongue.
“Do that again.” She begged. I did as I was told and flicked it again with my tongue, whilst slowly moving my hands up her legs, making her quiver, until I reached her ass and squeezed her cheeks hard. Something I had dreamt about doing in bed last night. She whimpered and continued to shove his face into her pussy to eat. I was happy to do so, enjoying the taste and swallowing all the wetness that came with it. She gyrated her hips wildly and I moved a hand towards the centre of her ass and inserted a finger. She swore and suddenly came all over my face and I swallowed as much of it as he could.
She was shaking and I felt the hand on my head pull me upwards. I obliged, stood up and was met with a ravenous mouth that kissed me ferociously, her tongue invading my mouth and her hands flew to my waist and began undoing my trousers. I grabbed her hands and pushed her towards the table. She looked confused for a moment but then grinned. She turned around and bent over the desk. Exposing her delicious ass to me. Her pussy juices were streaming down the inside of her thighs. I undid the remaining buttons on my trousers and let them fall to my feet. I approached and slapped her ass playfully. She moaned in pleasure but I couldn’t wait any longer. My cock was rock hard and throbbing, so I grabbed her by the hips and centered myself behind her and then eased my cock into her sopping vagina. It felt wonderful. So wet and surprisingly tight, I moved in and out slowly, feeling every centimeter of her insides rub against my shaft.
“Oh shit, that feels amazing.” She gasped.
“You feel so good.” I replied in compliment. I picked up the pace and started thrusting into her hard. The desk began slamming against the wall but neither of them cared.
“Mmmm god yes!” she was humping the table as I fucked her from behind. It was pleasure beyond anything I had experienced before. It must have been what taking a d**g for the time was like. I had had sex before but nothing like this and it felt incredible. I could feel her and her body entwine with mine, her feelings of intense pleasure mixing my insatiable desire.
I was pounding her hard now and she cummed again all over my cock however, I did not abate but I could sense I was close. So I pulled out suddenly, making my teacher gasp but then rammed my cock into her ass which objected for a moment before admitting me fully. She slammed the desk with her hands.
“holy fuck, yes there! Please cum inside me!” She shouted. I was panting hard as my cock fucked her ass which was incredibly tight. It only took a minute or two before I jolted forwards. “Fuck!” I said as I cummed deep in her ass. She cummed again as well and it rolled down her legs.
I stopped thrusting and sighed deeply. I could feel myself getting stronger already, I pulled my cock out of my teacher and stood back to admire her. She turned and looked at him.
“That was…amazing…how did you- “
I approached her and kisser her deeply. She accepted and kissed me back eagerly.
“I’m all a mess.” She joked. My eyes met with hers and I and thought she had never looked more attractive. I could already feel my cock stirring again but I fought the urge. One thing these powers gave me that was hugely important, was the power to forget. my father had warned me that at times, for whatever reason, it may be a kindness to wiper their memory. I had to reluctantly admit to myself that this was probably one of those times. She could get into a lot of trouble and I did not want her to get fired. Besides, I could always fuck her again. I let her pull her dress back down, then grabbed her by the waist and kissed her one more time. She looked at me adoringly, but I placed a finger on her forehead and with the other hand placed a finger on her temple. Her eyes closed and she slumped forwards.
I grabbed her quickly before she could faceplant the floor and rested her in her chair. She looked so perfect, I hated that she would remember nothing, but I pulled up my trousers and left.
I originally posted this a couple of days ago but since then I have made some tweaks, converted it to 1st person etc. Hope you enjoy! Feel free to message me if you have to chat further :)
It started when I turned eighteen.
I was a student at a local upper school, in his final year of his education, otherwise known as sixth form, when his life changed dramatically. I knew it would happen of course; my father had taught me long ago during one of his brief stints at home before he left to go back to work. My mother was not in the picture, having died during c***dbirth but my father never resented me and loved me greatly.
As I sat in history class, bored once again and daydreaming. I could not help but think about this new life a succubus and what that meant. Fortunately, this species I now belonged to had long since evolved four centuries ago to remove the goat horns, the hooves and thankfully the tail as well. Instead, I have regular human limbs. In fact, everything about me is regular, if a little on the average side. I certainly would have rated myself somewhere around a five. I am about five foot ten, I enjoy exercise which has given me a good muscle base, but I have a slight podge around his waist that he could not seem to shift. I have a strong chin that I usually covered with stubble and rather full cheeks that removed any ability to call my features sharp. Yet despite this I am considered to be a predator. A sexual predator with a thirst that grew by the day and is further compounded by being surrounded by girls that attracted me in every way imaginable.
My desire for a physical connection with another person grew daily but the impact of this was luckily not death for the other participant. Instead, If I leave it too long, it would result in a dampening and then loss of my own powers which then would make it harder for myself to feed, or so my father told me. This degradation process was slow however and gave me plenty of time.
I had only been eighteen for a couple of weeks and had only a small idea of my powers of suggestion, seduction and subjugation. So, I decided therefore, to test them out on my history teacher, Miss Powell. I had always found her attractive, a young teacher in her late twenties with light brown hair but it was most likely due to the fact that she regularly wore long woolen tops or blouses with loose, flowing skirts that both only reached about a third of the way down her thigh, leaving plenty of shapely leg on view and she usually wore tights in accompaniment.
It was the shapeliness of her legs that really pulled at me, and I often found myself staring at them and wondering whether she knew the affect she was having on her students and if she secretly enjoyed it. Today, she wore a pink blouse with a black skirt like usual and tights as well as she strutted to and fro in front of the white board that had the words: ‘Hitler’s rise to power’ on them.
I genuinely did try to listen, but her legs were distracting me again, so I gave in and decided to test these powers. Just a little nudge, a slight twinge to make her horny enough to be uncomfortable. I put my right hand under the desk and pressed my forefinger and thumb together and looked straight at her. Miss Powell immediately buckled and almost fell to the floor, grasping her stomach.
“Ugh!” She cried in surprised but also pleasure. The students around me stared at her in alarm. She clutched her stomach and managed to stumble back to her desk, where she slumped into her chair, the bottom half of which was hidden behind a board in front of her desk. She leaned back on the chair her and while I could not see any more than just her head and top half of her torso, I was sure that she was touching herself. This too me by surprise just as much as anyone else, I had not implanted the urge to think about me in her mind, so she was free to think of whatever fantasy that took her. The other students could only see the same as myself and, unlike me, they all watched her with extreme concern. She stayed in that position for a full minute before opening her eyes and sitting up fully in her chair. Her beathing was heavy and she was looking wildly between each student. I could not help but feel guilty, though also quite turned on.
“A…apologies class…not sure what happened there…please read and complete the exercises set out in page 34.” She stammered through with barely concealed breathlessness. She did not leave the desk again for the remainder of the lesson and my mind kept wandering to what her hand was doing under that table. A couple of times during the lesson I looked over and saw her looking flustered and shut her eyes for a few moments here and there.
It was definitely not what I had intended, these powers must be a little bit more potent than I originally thought, at least I knew now not to use quite so much for the next time, and I sorely looked forward to it.
My father had made it clear to me that these powers were just to help me feed and that I must not get addicted, while the participant would not die from the sexual exchange, it was a risk that I could be seen as a r****t or some kind of sex offender. I had to be careful therefore and spend the time when seducing girls. My father had also made it clear that I must always respect women while I was using them to gain power, I had to respect them and them fairly and with dignity.
It was easy to agree to, much harder to put into practice.
After the mistake with my history teacher I knew I needed to be more careful in the future. I was not necessarily obsessed with her and desperate to fuck her and indeed I was not really attracted to older women in general, though this came with some exceptions, one being my new Geography teacher, Mrs. Hale.
At the start of the year my class was introduced to Mrs. Hale, a kind woman in her mid-thirties. She had brown hair that was usually untied and allowed to flow down to her shoulders. She had kind features and a smile that was infectious. In every lesson, she wore tight fitting dresses that fully accentuated the curves of her hips, the large fullness of her breasts and her dresses were usually quite short, showing plenty of leg that was often fitted into a high heel shoe to show off her calves. Even her accent was a turn on, a soft, calming voice with a hint of northern Irish.
I had Geography as my last lesson of the day and so spent most my day beforehand thinking about her. I barely listened as my friends spoke to me during lunch and I completely failed to answer correctly a question posed to me in Biology. Finally, Geography arrived, and I eagerly rushed into the classroom. With a hint of annoyance, some other students had taken the front and second row desks. There were only fifteen of us in the class, but it meant I had to sit at the back. Oh well I thought to myself, at least this meant I could practice without being spotted or asked awkward questions.
Mrs. Hale walked in a bit late and smile brightly at them all. I could feel my cock almost pull toward her in my trousers, she was wearing a tight, strappy blue dress that opened out at the bottom and black high heel shoes. She dumped her things on her desk at the front and began chatting idly to the class about their week, but I was not listening. I wanted to waste no time in seducing her, I just had to have her, and I was desperate to begin the process today. I waited for her to begin the lesson before starting with a suggestion, just an inclination to implant in her mind that she found my attractive at first. This needed to be enough to overpower any preconceived ideas about not being attracted to her students however, and yet, not too much otherwise she might throw herself at him in the middle of the lesson, it just enough to get her to be aware of him sexually.
She was standing in front of them all, pointing at a board which was covered in text and simplified drawings of volcanoes. Once again, I hid my right hand under the table and touched my middle finger to my thumb and reached out gently towards her with my mind. It only a took a couple of seconds, my breath caught in my throat for all of them, then her large hazel coloured eyes flew straight to me and I just stared back at her. She grinned at me but then shook her head, her eyes going back to the white board. That was a good start I thought. A more passive power that I possessed, was the ability to read emotions, this allowed me to determine how others felt about me and how far I had to go with them. Luckily, it was something I could turn off, so I did not have to sit and experience anyone’s dislike for me at any given time. In this case, I opened myself up to Mrs. Hale’s emotions and was thrilled to feel the already quite strong attraction towards me. I smiled to himself, success. About ten minutes later whilst she was pointing at a diagram on the board, I released another suggestion at her, this one took less time to take effect than previously and she looked at me again, then brushed some loose hair behind her ear.
Half an hour into the lesson and I went for my third attempt. She was sitting down at her desk, popping questions to the class, I was perhaps feeling a little impatient and so tried a more powerful suggestion. This was almost instantaneous, and she closed her eyes, bit down on the end of her pen and shifted in her seat.
“Okay, class.” She said suddenly, getting to her feet. I had the feeling my work had made her change tactic for her lesson.
“Let’s do a brief exercise.” She shot another look at me and my cock throbbed. “I want you all to draw and label all the key components and differences between a volcano and a caldera. You have, let’s say…until the end of the lesson.” She ordered them gently. They did as they were told and began the work. I did enjoy Geography; it was a subject I felt I excelled at so I could have easily completed the task if my mind was not halfway up Mrs. Hale’s skirt. After a few minutes Mrs. Hale began walking between each student to view their work. Whilst I had the power to seduce, there was no way I could predict how the recipient would react. So I was surprised and even more turned on when I looked up from my paper and saw that every time the teacher stood at a student’s desk, she bent down at the hip and pointed her perfectly shaped ass directly at me, making her dress ride up even higher. I licked my lips and realised that a few other students were starting to notice too and were ogling her behind.
Every time she bent down; my cock gave a nudge of awakening. She seemed to be toying with me too because she seemed to make sure I was the last student she came to, the excitement of which was enticing. When she finally did arrive at my desk, I had a solid hard on going on in my trousers and could barely contain myself. I looked up when she approached and smiled at her, receiving a swooping sensation in my stomach when she then grinned back at me rather wickedly. She bent down in front of my desk, exposing her tits which I eyed hungrily. Being the only student at the back of the class, no one else saw her. Which was fortunate.
“Are you okay, Sev?” She said quietly, every word dripped with sex. “You seem to be struggling to concentrate today.”
I swallowed.
“Is something distracting you?”
“Maybe.” I replied, trying to be coy but failing miserably. She leant forwards on my desk so that her tits were pressing against my right hand which I was using to write with and whispered in my ear.
“I think I know what’s distracting you, I’ll have to think of a solution to this problem.” She said seductively. It took all my might to not turn my head and kiss her, to not stand up and bend her to over the table and fuck her senselessly.
She leaned back and stroked her hand gently across mine before standing up and going back to the front of the class, my eyes fixed on her ass. I was turned on, but I wanted to enjoy the pursuit, so I left it there for the day. Besides, I had Geography again tomorrow afternoon and I could work on her a bit more.
The lesson ended and Mrs. Hale gave me one final look before leaving the classroom.
“She is so hot.” My friend, Max said to him as they followed her, along with the rest of the class, down the corridor and outside. She turned away towards the car park and the pair of them made their way home on foot. Max was my oldest friend but a human, so I could not talk to him about these powers or the fact that I was not even of the same species. Instead, we talked about silly things, video games mostly, before I waved goodbye and walked the rest of the way home.
My house was admittedly quite lavish. Thanks to their abilities, my father had climbed the career ladder quickly and was now a board member for a large transnational corporation. I was not sure what they did but it made them quite rich. Our house was a four-bedroom, sixteenth century cottage that was immaculately designed both inside and out, it even had a swimming pool as part of an extension and an exceptionally large garden.
I dumped my bag in the kitchen and looked for a snack before I decided to do some exercise in the pool, after which I would probably then jack myself off silly thinking about Mrs. Hale. My phone vibrated as I munched down on an apple. It was a text from Max:
“Hey, have you seen Facebook? We’ve been invited to Dan’s house party next weekend. Should be a goodun!”
I quickly opened Facebook and saw the invite. About a hundred people were invited to the part, his final blow out before university called him away. Dan was a good friend of theirs, a former football compatriot before the team was disbanded due to the coach being, well, a bellend. I texted Max back:
“Yes, just seen…Can’t wait. I’ll pick you up, give me an opportunity to show off the car.”
For my Eighteenth birthday my father bought me my first car, and even though I had asked for a total banger that I could wreck while I got used to driving, my father had instead got me the most expensive Land Rover you could buy. It had all the extras you could dream of but it was a b**st of a vehicle that I had almost wrapped around a tree the first time I drove it, which my father found hilarious.
The next day I spent most of it thinking about my Geography teacher and could barely contain my excitement to see what she would do next. But nothing could have prepared me for what was to come. A lot of the time, as my father explained it, their abilities emphasized desires sometimes buried deep down so depending on who you were looking for, it could be very easy or very difficult to seduce them fully and in a short period of time. Mrs. Hale, it turned out, was an example of the former to the extreme.
When I arrived in class, I once again found myself at the back of the class, thanks to my previous lesion being situated as far away as possible. We all waited a couple of minutes before the teacher finally arrived. This time Mrs. Hale wore high heels again and another tight fitted dress that plunged downwards to reveal her chest line and show off her amazing tits. Definitely not school appropriate and meant every eye in the room, even some of the girls, were fixated on her chest. I also noticed she was wearing stockings and that her dress was even shorted than usual.
Her eyes went straight to me and I grinned at her, feeling confident and excited. She did not react, but I could practically feel the desire coming off her like a scent. The lesson started with the teacher handing back their previously submitted homework books. As she reached my desk, she winked at me and walked back to the front of the class, my eyes again, watching her ass sway as she went. As I opened ,y book, expecting to see a solid C grade for my work, I instead found a small disc sized remote control cello taped to the inside of the book’s front cover and a note also cello taped next to it. I secretly pulled the note off and opened it.
“Use the remote, have fun with me.”
Was all it said. I tore off the remote and looked at it. It had three buttons. One said increase, the other decrease and the third play/pause. Intrigued I hid the remote in my lap and pressed play. Mrs. Hale’s eyes snapped to him and he noticed her hips jolt forward slightly. I pressed increase and she gasped briefly and quietly mid-sentence. My cock twitched hungrily when I figured out what was happening, and it made me hard as a rock. I was determined to have fun with this vibrator.
I waited a few minutes and then pressed increase again. Her hand went straight to her groin, but she passed it off as though brushing something off her dress. She continued speaking but her voice was slightly higher pitched and breathless. I threw another seduction at her, this time more powerful than those I used yesterday, and she stared straight at me, longingly. I pressed increase again and her hips bucked forwards and she gasped in pleasure. None of the other students seemed to notice anything but I was enjoying every moment. I did have to be careful though, too much and one of the other students could ruin it. She continued with the lesson, and every now and then I would press increase and watch as her legs shook slightly, and she grinned to herself. At one point, whilst she was writing something on the board with her back to them all, I pressed decrease, waited a second then pressed increase two times. She gasped, placed a hand on the board in front of her and visibly lifted herself onto her tip toes and arched her back, revealing the bottom of her ass cheeks to everyone in the room. I could have sworn I saw something drip from between her legs too. The affect was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen so I did it again. Mrs. Hale groaned but turned it into a cough and then turned around to give me a look of pure lust. I pressed pause this time, then when she stood facing them all again, I pressed increase about five times and then play. The sudden shock wave almost made her fall to the floor like Miss Powell and she had to clutch her desk breathing heavily.
“Are you okay?” A student at the front asked. There was about twenty minutes left of the lesson.
“Yes…yes I’m fine, Alex.” She said, I could tell she was doing everything she could not to just give up and finger fuck herself in front of them all.
“Actually no, I have a slight headache. Why don’t we finish for today? Go enjoy the rest of the day and have a nice weekend!” She said to them all.
I knew from the look she threw at me that I had to stay which suited me perfectly. My hunger had grown exponentially as I watched her writhe about in front of her students. After the last student had left, she shut the door and locked it. She turned to face him, her face filled with desire, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“I hope you enjoyed our lesson.” She said huskily. She slowly hiked up her dress to show her stockings with suspenders and no pants. In their place was a shave pussy that was dripping wet. I pounced. I threw a powerful seduction at her and approached like the predator I was, I gently pushed her against the back wall and knelt in front of her, inhaling the intoxicating smell of her sex and then pulled out the vibrator and threw it to the floor. Then I placed my mouth on her pussy. She moaned loudly, bucked her hips and grabbed the back of my head to push my mouth in deeper. I began licking all her juices and when I found her clit, I flicked it with my tongue.
“Do that again.” She begged. I did as I was told and flicked it again with my tongue, whilst slowly moving my hands up her legs, making her quiver, until I reached her ass and squeezed her cheeks hard. Something I had dreamt about doing in bed last night. She whimpered and continued to shove his face into her pussy to eat. I was happy to do so, enjoying the taste and swallowing all the wetness that came with it. She gyrated her hips wildly and I moved a hand towards the centre of her ass and inserted a finger. She swore and suddenly came all over my face and I swallowed as much of it as he could.
She was shaking and I felt the hand on my head pull me upwards. I obliged, stood up and was met with a ravenous mouth that kissed me ferociously, her tongue invading my mouth and her hands flew to my waist and began undoing my trousers. I grabbed her hands and pushed her towards the table. She looked confused for a moment but then grinned. She turned around and bent over the desk. Exposing her delicious ass to me. Her pussy juices were streaming down the inside of her thighs. I undid the remaining buttons on my trousers and let them fall to my feet. I approached and slapped her ass playfully. She moaned in pleasure but I couldn’t wait any longer. My cock was rock hard and throbbing, so I grabbed her by the hips and centered myself behind her and then eased my cock into her sopping vagina. It felt wonderful. So wet and surprisingly tight, I moved in and out slowly, feeling every centimeter of her insides rub against my shaft.
“Oh shit, that feels amazing.” She gasped.
“You feel so good.” I replied in compliment. I picked up the pace and started thrusting into her hard. The desk began slamming against the wall but neither of them cared.
“Mmmm god yes!” she was humping the table as I fucked her from behind. It was pleasure beyond anything I had experienced before. It must have been what taking a d**g for the time was like. I had had sex before but nothing like this and it felt incredible. I could feel her and her body entwine with mine, her feelings of intense pleasure mixing my insatiable desire.
I was pounding her hard now and she cummed again all over my cock however, I did not abate but I could sense I was close. So I pulled out suddenly, making my teacher gasp but then rammed my cock into her ass which objected for a moment before admitting me fully. She slammed the desk with her hands.
“holy fuck, yes there! Please cum inside me!” She shouted. I was panting hard as my cock fucked her ass which was incredibly tight. It only took a minute or two before I jolted forwards. “Fuck!” I said as I cummed deep in her ass. She cummed again as well and it rolled down her legs.
I stopped thrusting and sighed deeply. I could feel myself getting stronger already, I pulled my cock out of my teacher and stood back to admire her. She turned and looked at him.
“That was…amazing…how did you- “
I approached her and kisser her deeply. She accepted and kissed me back eagerly.
“I’m all a mess.” She joked. My eyes met with hers and I and thought she had never looked more attractive. I could already feel my cock stirring again but I fought the urge. One thing these powers gave me that was hugely important, was the power to forget. my father had warned me that at times, for whatever reason, it may be a kindness to wiper their memory. I had to reluctantly admit to myself that this was probably one of those times. She could get into a lot of trouble and I did not want her to get fired. Besides, I could always fuck her again. I let her pull her dress back down, then grabbed her by the waist and kissed her one more time. She looked at me adoringly, but I placed a finger on her forehead and with the other hand placed a finger on her temple. Her eyes closed and she slumped forwards.
I grabbed her quickly before she could faceplant the floor and rested her in her chair. She looked so perfect, I hated that she would remember nothing, but I pulled up my trousers and left.
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