My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave

Chapter 208: B - Dominating my lustful math teacher

Damn... things with Naomi are even worse than I imagined...

I figured she’d cool off a few hours after slapping me in Times Square, but that definitely wasn’t the case.

She switched seats, taking one on the opposite side of the classroom, and stopped talking to me altogether.

Needless to say, it didn’t take long for our classmates to start gossiping.

Comments that, naturally, pissed both Naomi and me off...

But, surprisingly, someone seemed even angrier than we were: Kimberly.

"What happened between them is none of your business, so stop talking shit or I swear I’m really going to get mad!"

Who would’ve thought? Kimberly’s actually defending me this openly.

That girl really does have a heart of gold.

Man... What a mess.

And it’s all that damn Tyler’s fault!

As if that wasn’t enough to piss me off, now Ms. Amelia Archer has started sticking her nose into this whole situation too — even though it has absolutely nothing to do with her.

You remember Ms. Archer, right? The math teacher who raised more than just my grades.

At last, the bell signaling the start of break rings, and before long, she’s the only one left in the classroom with me.

"Axel Lustsilk... I don’t know what kind of relationship you and Naomi Everwyn had, or what happened between the two of you lately. But whatever it is, you’d better get over it soon. This morning, you froze during your oral exam on an extremely basic question. Perhaps... you could use a few extra lessons on what we’ve been covering. Or maybe you simply need the advice of an adult. My office is always open to you after class, Axel Lustsilk. If you want to talk about it, I’m ready to listen."

"Thank you very much, Ms. Archer. Yeah, Naomi and I had a pretty bad fight yesterday afternoon, and the worst part is that she actually thinks she’s the one who’s right. Either way, I think you’re right — talking to someone can only do me good..."

Remedial math lessons? A full-blown therapy session with emotional support?

Yeah, right... I know exactly what that slut wants.

And, as always, my instincts about these things are spot on.

It’s already five in the afternoon. Classes have been over for a while now, and...

"A-Axel... to solve this equation, you have to... aaah..."

The very moment she starts explaining, my hand slips beneath her long skirt.

Thank God we’re the only ones left at school.

If anyone heard her moans right now, we’d both be in some very serious trouble.

"A-Axel, I... I’m your teacher... all of this is... it’s wrong. W-We can’t... we can’t..."

Those words are probably nothing more than a conditioned response — a script she’s forced to recite because of her role as a teacher, while her body is telling a completely different story.

Ms. Amelia Archer is a beautiful woman still in the prime of her life — she isn’t even forty yet — so it’s hard to believe I’m the first student she’s ever done something like this with...

I have to admit, I’m dying to find out.

But if I want to get something that sensitive out of her, I’ll have to put her in the right state of mind before she’ll open up.

I grab her by the bun and force her head between my legs. In an instant, she’s already bent forward, her lips wrapped around my cock.

Ms. Archer is famous for being the strictest, most uncompromising teacher at Ordrienne High. I’ve heard plenty of classmates complain about how demanding and unforgiving she is...

But with me, she’s the complete opposite.

Maybe after spending her entire life forcing herself to look stern and authoritative, she’s developed an overwhelming need to be dominated — to have someone tell her what to do and do to her what no one at school would ever dare.

And I’m exactly that person.

I get to my feet, my cock hanging right in front of Amelia’s hungry gaze.

She stands up as well, but I shove her back into the chair.

"I didn’t give you permission to stand up, slut."

Yeah. That’s exactly what she wants.

I gesture with my hand, and she immediately drops to her knees in front of me, her tongue already hanging out like a dog waiting for its master to feed it.

I take a step toward her, my cock only inches from her mouth, and she remains perfectly still, her eyes locked on it.

As badly as she wants to take it into her mouth, she doesn’t move a single muscle until I give her permission.

I take another step forward and slide it into her mouth.

Only then does she begin to lick it with desperate hunger, as if it were the first cock she’d ever tasted.

"I... I’m your slut, aren’t I, Axel?" she pants, her words muffled around my cock.

"Yes, Amelia. You’re my slut. But... do you belong only to me... or to someone else too?" I reply, my voice sharp and accusatory.

"I-I’m yours alone, I swear... no one touched me before you. I don’t even let that cheating bastard I married lay a finger on me..."

"I don’t believe you."

I grab her by the hair, haul her upright, and force her over the desk with her ass facing me. Gripping her hips, I thrust my erection deep inside her soaked pussy.

"You say you’re mine alone, but I know you’ve been with other men — lots of other men. You do it because you’re nothing but a filthy little slut who can never get enough cock, don’t you? I know you’ve betrayed me, and I’m not letting you get away with it!"

Honestly, I don’t give a fuck who this woman fucks.

For all I care, she could’ve fucked half of New York.

Ms. Archer is probably the woman I feel the least jealous of in the entire world.

But I know how much she loves hearing things like that, and indulging her fetishes doesn’t cost me a thing.

And to think that saying something far less offensive to Naomi was enough for her to erase me from her life completely.

Man... Women really are a mystery.

"N-No, believe me... I... I only want your cock, I swear... aaah... yours is the only one that makes me feel like the slut I really am... I’d never lie to you, Master..."

SLAP!

A loud smack lands across her ass, leaving a bright red handprint on her skin.

She cries out, her voice trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure, her eyes glossy with unshed tears as she grits her teeth.

"Lying slut. You’re nothing but a whore who gets off on being fucked by her students. Admit it," I press, yanking her hair.

"N-No, Master... only you... only you ever brought this side of me out... aaah... you’ve been the only man on my mind for three years... no one could ever replace you... aaaah..."

I won’t deny it’s a turn-on hearing her say things like that.

That’s exactly why I never turn down a remedial lesson with Ms. Archer.

Yeah. She’s definitely the best math teacher in the world.