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Teacher Blackmailed for Sex Ch 1

At the time of this story, I was a 24-year-old substitute teacher from Germany. It seemed like a nice, part-time job while I was getting my college education and then while looking for permanent work after I graduated. The income was not great, but I needed something. I would not be able to pay bills without it. Basically, I was just getting by paycheck to paycheck, but at least I was living on my own.

I have always had an intense interest in sex and the male anatomy as in dick even from pre-teen years. I started masturbating and reading about sexual anatomy and having sex when I was ten. Then I seduced my drunken father in the shower when I was sixteen and enjoyed sex with him for years at home. I also dated as often as possible and was happy to make sexual contact with every attractive guy I met. Mostly I liked variety and experimenting with everything at least once.

I have been active on sexual sites online for years. I try to be discreet and careful who I show my face to. I always keep a lot of nude pictures on my online profile to entice guys for chat and dating. Sometimes I get drunk and show too much in my pictures including my face.

Guess I?m a voyeur since I like to show my body in public. In Germany people are not disturbed by the human body being revealed. I loved to tease guys with my body with little ?wardrobe accidents? or ?careless? actions. My friends call me a flirt. My enemies call me a cock tease. I don?t care what they call me, I just want to be me. I like attention from guys. And I love to suck a guy off.

I love to show my body on the internet, which usually got me off when I masturbated myself with a dildo in front of the computer. I?m no different than any other female my age.

At the time of this story I was 24 years old. I have always had a shapely body and nice breasts that turned guys on. I loved that, and because of it, I always enjoyed dressing in a way to attract their attention. I loved to ?jerk their chain? as some people say. You know, I loved to wear low cut blouses and short skirts. I have always loved and craved male attention. At 4? 11?, 105#, 38-24-32, blonde hair, blue eyes, petite, and Caucasian, I could easily get any guy any time I wanted to pretty much do ANYTHING I wanted, so I was a bit spoiled and sure of myself.

I always knew I wanted sex with guys all I could get, so I chased them. I love hot, muscular guys with big cocks. My breasts were very nice and firm, usually being what guys remembered about me. With a body and breasts like mine, I had the world under my thumb, or so I thought.

Anyway, I came to America a while ago and was substitute teaching at an inner city high school daily for several months for a teacher out on maternity leave. It was mostly seniors (21 boys and 2 girls) in a remedial math class, students who had previously failed and needed to pass that subject to graduate. All the students were older, like 18 or so, and mostly black and Hispanic. They were not the best or nicest of students.

The students absolutely raved and drooled about having such a young white teacher only a few years older than them. I?ve always been very naïve and a slow thinker, but I always eventually understand. As to the class of students, I was not totally naïve. I knew the boys all had a crush on me, wanted to fuck me, and had wet dreams about me. I knew they struggled with hard-ons during class, and on and on. All women instinctively understand that, especially when they are dressing sexily to cause it like I was. I liked being around them, teasing them, just as much as they liked having me as their teacher. They gave me an ego boost every day so I tried to reward them by being a flirt in class, like ?get a little peek at my body, boys!?

Just for my personal gratification, ego boost and amusement, I tried to have a minor ?wardrobe failure? and ?show a little something? at least once a day in class to keep their attention and get the boys to groan. That might mean ?accidentally? bending over so they could see down my dress or shirt or bending to the floor so they could see up my skirt. I always made it look like an accident or careless mistake when I flashed them, pretending naively not to know what I just purposely did to drive the boys crazy. Then I always smiled with my luscious, red lips when they groaned and grabbed themselves, crooning in their seats and cheering me on for more. If they were really good, I would just sit on my desk facing them with my legs crossed and occasionally open to let them get a peek at my panties. Guess you could say I was quite a mean prick tease, and I loved to torture young boys with my body since their hormones were raging. What woman wouldn?t enjoy that! These American boys gave me a lot more attention than guys in Germany.

I liked to bump the line with my clothing being barely acceptable in class and bump it hard! Since it was mostly boys in the class and I was only a substitute, I figured that I could get away with it. What girl doesn?t like the attention of young, viral, muscular guys?! I would gladly have sex with any of them, but I did not want to live that dangerously and risk being fired. But I could sure drive them crazy about my sexy body to stroke my ego.

It was easy to entertain myself because just walking between the students? desks with my short skirt aroused the boy students. I could feel their eyes studying my body when I walked the aisles when I had them working at their desks. I knew they were mentally undressing me all the time.

Mr. Drake, my elderly, African-American principal, called me into his office a week after I first started teaching because he had been receiving complaints from other teachers about the way I dressed. It only took a few minutes for me to handle him and ?wrap him around my little finger,? so to speak. He apologized for having to call me in after I boldly dropped my dress and bra to my waist and leaned over his desk to give him a really good look at my firm young breasts.

?Is this what you?re getting complaints about?? I asked him with a sexy grin.

His eyes bulged widely open when I did that. I sized him up correctly as a horny, old football player, so I showed him enough in his private office to get him off my back. After that he then let me dress pretty much any way I wanted with virtually no limits. I decided that if the other teachers wanted to bitch about the way I dressed, I would really start giving them something to bitch about. I did not fuck him at that meeting in his office but other teachers thought I did by the way he suddenly was so pleasant with me. Actually I did suggestively rub my hand over his crotch and suit pants and whispered to him that I would suck or fuck him whenever he wanted it. So I wasn?t exactly popular with other female teachers, but I did not care about that.

After a couple weeks, I started noticing that a group of three black athletes in the back corner of the class kept looking at me and grinning unusually much for a remedial math class even when I was not accidentally ?showing some skin? as they privately called it. The three of them were friends and hung together a lot. They were seniors, all rather large, muscle-bound athletes. They were each twenty years old, each one having failed several times to move to the next grade level like other boys in the class. I knew these three boys played on the football team and were popular athletes. Rodney, Jason and Tyrone were all big muscle-bound jocks, as some teachers called them. They were my kind of guys. One day I began to notice that they seemed to continually worship me in class. Rodney was their leader, and he had several ?devil? tattoos on his arms.

One day Rodney raised his hand during my class asking for help during a desk-work assignment. When I went to his desk and bent over to see what he needed, he showed me my online profile name on a piece of paper, then opened his notebook to show me several of my nude pictures from the online dating site. I was stunned and turned red, knowing that he had seen my erotic dating profile. As I paused in a state of mild panic and consternation distracted at his desk by my own nude pictures, he slid his hand under my skirt on the inside of my leg to the crotch of my pantyhose and panties. My skirt was really short that day. With his other hand he pointed to a piece of paper on his desk that said ?See you after school.? Then he uttered a wicked-sounding chuckle.

I thought to myself, ?What does he want?? I did not really give it much thought at the time. Of course by my age of 24, I?d fucked lots of guys, just never a student in my class, and never a big, black, muscle-bound student athlete.

As his fingers continued onto the crotch of my pantyhose and started to rub my pussy, I stepped away from him and returned to the front of the class. I continued the lesson, sort of disturbed yet nervous as I realized that he had found my online profile, wondering what the consequences of that might be with this unruly football jock. Class ended and everyone left. Several classes followed. I forgot about it.

After school that day when most of the students had left the building except Jason and Tyrone (the other two black student athletes who were buddies with Rodney) were still in my classroom being tutored. Rodney came into my room. I could see that he already had a massive erection as he sat on the front row in front of my desk near my classroom door. Jason and Tyrone looked at Rodney like he was a ghost, then grinned really big as they looked at each other and then at me which really puzzled me at the time. I hurriedly finished with Jason and Tyrone and excused them to leave. It was the next day before I realized that they went straight from my classroom to the Principal?s office to tell Mr. Drake what Rodney had said about meeting me today in my classroom. Then all three of them listened in Mr. Drake?s office over the intercom to everything that was about to happen between me and Rodney.

Anyway, back to Rodney. By that time, I had a strong suspicion that he was there to blackmail me in some way like I already knew every other male student in class wanted. But if so, that would not be a big deal unless he hurt me. I glanced at him from time to time and kept working, sometimes sitting at my desk and sometimes standing, afraid to ask what he was thinking or what he wanted. If he wanted me to undress for him, then I was ready to do that and get it over with. No big deal, but I wanted him to make the first move. I mostly just tried to ignore him.

Suddenly it occurred to me that Rodney might be high on drugs since he was very agitated and excited, unable to sit still in his chair. I knew some kids were using cocaine at school, and he was acting like someone on cocaine. I also knew that cocaine gave guys huge erections that lasted for hours.

Rodney kept rubbing the large bulge in the crotch of his baggy jeans and looking at my nude pictures in a binder, making sure I saw him doing it. Guys in my class usually tried to hide their erections but not Rodney, at least not at that moment. He would rub his hand on top of his bulging jeans while looking at my naked pictures and then look directly at me with a bold, devilish grin like he was getting ready for me. He was suggesting that he was in control and that he was intent. He wanted me to know that. He was playing a mind game with me by trying to increase my fear of him. Rodney was probably undressing me with his eyes. I tried to maintain my composure and authority over him, but things were not going well for that. Mentally I felt myself losing control to him the more I thought about this situation. He seemed to know to be patient and let me worry before making his next move.

I nervously grinned to myself, ignored his massive erection, my photos and his obvious intentions yet unknown to me. Nothing was said for probably thirty minutes as he watched me fidget in my chair and around the room, trying hopelessly to focus my attention on my work and present an attitude of being in control of him and myself. Mentally I was basically okay with whatever might happen with him, yet somehow I felt trapped and helpless like he had gained control over me. Knowing that Rodney had my nude pictures and knew about my online profile, I felt to some degree under his control if I wanted him to keep that a secret. I slowly realized that there was nothing I could do to avoid having to submit to him, whatever he wanted from me. But I resigned myself to the thought that ?How bad can it be with this nineteen-year-old student? I?ll show him what he wants!? I thought to myself.

He continued to intently study me and alternately look back at my nude pictures, carefully sizing me up, like a predator before it strikes for the kill. But I had fangs too, so I did not consider myself totally helpless. I decided to close the classroom door which was always locked when closed so no one could enter the room or hear whatever might be said next. I forgot about the intercom at the time. Most all of the students had already left the building anyway, but I was beginning to freak as Rodney remained silent with his hand still rubbing his bulging cock and working himself up looking at me and his nude pictures of me.

As soon as I closed the door, he unzipped his baggy jeans and pulled out his massively large, rigid penis and bulging scrotum at his desk behind his notebook. He continued to rub his big cock now in plain view of my desk. His cock extended 6? above the top of his desk, which made me think it was probably 10? or 12? long. Most female teachers would have freaked as soon as Rodney exposed himself, but I was prepared for it.

I refused to freak at the sight of his cock or act like I was shocked to see the size of it. By that time, I had seen a lot of cocks from quite a lot of guys. There was an eerie silence, like he was getting inside my head, controlling my thoughts, manipulating my mind with the silence. He seemed really cruel and mean, wicked like a devil, a side of him I had never seen before.

I worried that he intended to blackmail me in some way because I began to realize that I was trapped and helpless to stop him, WHATEVER he wanted. But if seeing me naked was all he wanted, I was okay with that. I was determined mentally to act like that would be ?no big deal.?

Finally, he did speak in a loud whisper so no one outside the closed classroom door would be able to hear. ?Ms. Julie, I done seen your sweet fucking online profile and you knows it. And you?s fucking hot Teacher! REAL FUCKING HOT!? Rodney said in a loud whisper.

Of course, we don?t allow students to expose themselves or talk like that in class, but how could I reprimand him at that moment? My mind raced through the pictures I had posted online of my nude figure, realizing that he had studied and copied them all knowing it was me. All the erotic things I said in my profile about loving to give blow jobs and enjoying risky sex with guys in public places suddenly came to my thinking during the silence that followed. I knew that Rodney had carefully read my profile over and over as if I was talking directly to him. Minutes later, the thoughts about what I said in my online profile caused me to become really nervous even though I tried to hide it. Everything on my profile was racing through my mind, everything erotic I said to attract guys to meet me for sex. And Rodney was freaking me by boldly exposing his cock in my classroom, his demeanor, his spirit, his silent intentions. I wanted to attract guys but not a student.

?But I ain?t gonna fucking tell nobody, teacher!? Rodney continued hoarsely in a loud whisper. ?Fuck no! I ain?t gonna get your slutty ass fired. Long as you fucking does what I wants, Ms. Julie! ???. You got that??

I could see his courage and determination increasing as he spoke, but I ignored his question and gave him no answer. Gathering my own confidence to regain control of this situation, I silently glared back at him like any teacher with a misbehaving student.

That pissed him off. Then louder with more emphasis Rodney said ?I AIN?T SHIT?N YOU, Ms. Julie. YOU FUCKING BETTER DO WHAT I FUCKING WANTS!............. OR ELSE THESE PICS GET PASSED AROUND SCHOOL LIKE EYE CANDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?

Seconds in silence passed like hours as I considered what he said, wondering which of us would truly be in control of this situation. His cock was now rock-hard as he stroked it like a small baseball bat at his desk. I noticed that a tattoo was inked on the large, purple mushroom head of it.

After several more nervous minutes of deafening silence, I finally asked him in a loud whisper ?What do you want?? I sounded truly naive like I didn?t know. But I did not want to guess. I wanted him to tell me.

As I suspected, Rodney?s attitude turned suddenly mean as he became impatient with me and got down to business for what he really wanted from me. I was certain that he had carefully planned this meeting in advance. The contrast in his attitude was stark and unexpected as he proceeded to show me that he was boss, that he was dead serious, and that he was not kidding in ANY way!

?I WANT YOU?S FUCKING SWEET BODY, TEACHER, OF COURSE! I WANT ALL OF THAT FUCKING PRETTY BODY! ALL OF IT!.... ANY TIME,? ANY PLACE I WANTS IT. YOU BE MINE FROM NOW ON, BABY! I FUCKING OWN YOU!? Rodney informed me loudly and emphatically. I wondered what he meant by that. And I was stunned at the sudden thought of some student owning me.

?And I?s gonna git me some of that sweet fucking pussy right now, or I?s gonna git you?s ass fired!? Rodney was now ruthless and pressing the point as to what he wanted, what he demanded from me. He was moving in for the kill.