In Part 1 of my story, I informed the readers that my name is Kayla. I am a black, voluptuous, sixteen-year-old high school student who was introduced by Jordin, a friend of my parents, to dominating mature white men and face sitting them.

Jordin helped me get started and let me use her spare bedroom and computer to post ads to attract the men, where I became known by the pseudonym Angel. At the end of Part 1, I was looking at one of the responses to my ads. In Part 2, I realize from a reflection in his photo, that my math teacher was unknowingly contacting me

Part 2 begins with me reading his response, and realizing that it was from my teacher, Jeff, although he called himself Dave because he thought it would protect his identity.

Part 2:

His response was, “Hi, Angel, my name is Dave, and I would appreciate a chance to exchange a few emails with you before and if we ever meet. I’ve never done this before, and I have a lot of questions. First, what is a young girl like you doing advertising for sex like this, and secondly, how much experience have you had?”

Before answering, we went back and looked at the photo he sent. He had taken the picture on his cell phone, the way many people do, by standing in front of his bathroom mirror, and capturing his picture from the neck down in the reflection. He looked to be a man in his forties, in decent shape, and what looked like a big, soft cock and big, low-hanging balls. But that’s not what interested me.

There was a framed picture on the wall behind him. The angle of the shot, and the reflections between the mirror and the picture, were just right to be able to barely see a faint reflection of his face on the glass in the picture frame, one that he probably wasn’t aware of. He looked vaguely familiar to me, but I couldn’t quite make it out.

Jordin has some software that she thought might be able to process the photo, using different filters, and get an enhanced image of that reflection. After manipulating it for twenty minutes or so, I could make out the image. You can image my shock when I saw my calculus teacher’s face in the image. I’ll just say that his name is Jeff, and I won’t give his real name, for obvious reasons.

I was excited then, because Jeff is my favorite teacher, and he helped me a lot through my algebra, analytic geometry, and calculus classes. He always took a lot of interest in me, and I thought it would be fun to correspond with him for a while.

Jordin saw how excited I was, and said, “Be careful with this, Kayla. It’s usually not good to get attached or emotional with your customers. You’re there to dominate them, not to be their friend.”

I acknowledged her concern, and drafted my response, and fibbed a little so I would seem more inexperienced to him. I said, “Hi, Dave, I really like your picture, and I don’t mind emailing with you for a while. A good friend of the family does this for a living, and she thought it would be a good way for me to pay for college. She’s helping me get started. I hope to get a scholarship, but I have to cover all the bases. I just started doing it and have only been with one man. But, what about you? If you’ve never done this before, what gave you the interest to respond to my posting?”

His response came back only ten minutes later, which was surprising, since his original email came on Friday night. He must have been waiting by his computer for a response. He said, “Thanks for the response, Angel. When you didn’t answer right away, I was afraid that you weren’t interested. I’m a high school teacher, and this is the first year I’ve thought about anything like this, although the vice-principal told me that he likes to be with young, but legal, voluptuous black girls.”

“There’s a girl in my class, who I’ll call Latisha for now, who really developed over the summer. I’ve had her in several of my classes, but this year, her body is so thick and lush. It’s driving me crazy. I looked at some websites with nude photos of full-figured black girls, and that led me to some face sitting sites.”

“I had never seen anything like that before, and it really turns me on. Then, on a whim, I checked out Craigslist, and came across your ad. I was encouraged to respond, after looking at your photos. You look a lot like I imagine Latisha would look like without her clothes on. Heaven help me, but, I’ve been fantasizing about what it would be like to be smothered in a big, black girl’s flesh that way.”

“But I have other questions for you. Did you really sit on a man’s face, smothering him with your, uh, your pussy and ass? What did that feel like to be on top of someone like that? Did he lick and suck you everywhere down there? And, as part of your time with him, did you, you know, did you suck his cock and fuck him?”

His long response was turning me on, and there was no question in my mind that I’m his Latisha. I noticed that he had been paying more attention to me in class, and I was just finding out why.

Based on his long response and his questions, it seemed like it would be easier to talk with him on the new instant messaging site that Jordin told me about. So, I sent him the following response, “I think it would be easier to have this conversation on Yahoo instant messaging. It’s easy and free to join, and my ID is xxxxxxxxxx. Contact me after you’ve signed up.”

I waited for about fifteen minutes, and then received his first message. I responded, “Hi Dave, this will be much easier and quicker. Yes, I really did sit on a man’s face, and smothered him with both my pussy and ass. He licked and sucked me everywhere, but he especially liked sucking my ass. I loved being on top of him, exerting control over him, as he struggled to breathe under my weight. It was amazing seeing my rather large pussy covering his face, making it all wet with my juices. I did suck his cock, but he was more interested in having me sit on him than fucking him. I’d sure like to fuck you, though.”

His response came back in less than a minute, saying, “Oh my, Angel, that sounds so nasty and arousing. Were you clean down there? I mean, did you, you know, take a shower or anything and clean up really well after using the bathroom, before you met with him?”

I answered, “My friend told me that I should always use good bathroom hygiene, but not too good, depending on the guy. She told me that the guy I was going to be with liked it nasty and aromatic. So, after I showered in the morning and used the bathroom at school, I didn’t do anything special to clean up, even after a long, hot day at school. I know that I was really ripe for him, and he loved it.”

Dave replied, “Oh fuck, this is driving me crazy, that’s just the way I’d want it. Was there anything else you did with him?”

He was getting turned on by my descriptions, and I elaborated, saying, “Well, Dave, this might sound pretty nasty, but he wanted me to pee in his mouth, and I did it. I didn’t have to go that badly, but he sure enjoyed slurping up and swallowing what I gave him.”

He soon answered, “You are a bad girl, Angel, but I love it. How much would it cost to spend time with you?”

Jordin warned me about discussing money online, so I said, “Before I tell you that, I need your assurances that you aren’t with the police or any other law enforcement agency.”

Dave came back, saying, “No, of course not, I’m a teacher.”

“Okay then”, I replied, “we make two hundred dollars an hour, but you can also get a half hour for a hundred.”

He seemed kind of pitiful when he responded, “Oh geez, that’s a lot of money on my salary and with a family to support. But I am curious about something. Which high school do you attend?”

That was my chance to play a little mind-fuck game with him, by answering his question in a way that wouldn’t let him know if I was at his school or not. I answered, “I won’t tell you that, but I don’t think I go to your school. I don’t know of any teachers named Dave in my school.”

After I sent that message, and before he answered, I sent another one, saying, “I know that’s a lot of money, so why don’t you find a way to get close to Latisha? Maybe you could get her to sit on your face, by giving her good grades, or something”

Dave responded, “Giving better grades wouldn’t work with Latisha. She’s one of my best students, and already makes ‘As’ in my class. What else do you think might work?

I was getting excited by the idea that I could lead him any way I wanted, and I said, “Well, if she’s a good student, then maybe you could give her some Advance Placement studies to help her get a scholarship. That way you’d be spending more private time with her, after school and stuff. The main thing is that you’re going to need to take a little risk, to show her that you’re interested.”

He said, “I like the idea of the AP studies, but how would I show her I’m interested?”

I responded, “You could watch her more in class, and let her catch you watching her. Maybe even get caught looking at her ass and tits, or up her skirt when she’s sitting at her desk. If she’s interested, she might become obvious about showing off her body, or sit in a different desk that gives you a better view between her legs. You won’t know if you don’t try.”

Dave replied, “Those are good ideas, except that our school dress code doesn’t allow the girls to dress that revealingly. Latisha does sometimes wear tight leggings under her skirts, though, and I could see her camel toe. Or, if she wears white panties, I could see her that way. Thanks so much for your suggestions. I’m impressed that you’re helping me, even if that means I won’t be paying you.”

I replied, “You seem like a nice man, Dave, and I don’t mind helping you. It’s kind of fun thinking that I might be helping you and Latisha discover the joys of face sitting together. And by the way, what’s so arousing to you about having me or someone else sitting on your face?

Dave answered, “I don’t know if I can adequately describe it. Maybe it has something to do with my job, where I have control over the kids in my class, and the idea of surrendering to a teenage girl and losing control, is exciting. And no offense, but so many of the black girls I see at school are so tough and self-confident, and the idea of a big, black girl dominating me is exciting. And the way you described that other guy wanting it to be nasty, gets my cock hard.”

I felt like we had talked long enough, and I said, “Okay, Dave, I have to get going. Try what I suggested with Latisha on Monday, and let’s talk again Monday night.”

Jordin had been reading all of his messages and my responses, and she said, “It looks to me like you’re planning on giving your big ass, pussy, and tits away for free. You shouldn’t be doing that, Kayla. That’s up to you, and I’ll still let you use my spare bedroom for him or others.

Some other responses to the ad had trickled in, and I made two appointments for Sunday afternoon. What started out as a crazy idea to make some money was turning into a lot of fun for me, and I was getting off on dominating those older white men that way.

I was anxious to see how Jeff (remember, he’s calling himself Dave online, and I’ll be referring to him as Mr. K, when I speak with him face to face) would react to me on Monday. I wore white panties and the shortest skirt I could get away with, and sat toward the front of the class, where he had a clear view between my legs. He was trying what I had suggested, and when I caught him looking at my face a few times, I looked back and smiled at him.

Then, I pulled my skirt up and spread my legs, and I know he got a good look at my pussy. I had gone into the bathroom before class, and pulled my panties tightly up into my pussy, making my long, thick lips plainly visible. I caught him glancing between my legs a few times, and I smiled at him when our eyes met afterwards.

After the bell rang for the end of class, Jeff called out to me, asking, “Kayla (remember that my online name is Angel, but Jeff calls me Latisha when he speaks with me), would you please come to see me for a minute?”

I was wearing as tight and low-cut of a blouse as I could, and walked up to his desk, supported my upper body with my arms, and leaned over towards him, before saying, “Sure, Mr. K, am I in any trouble?”

He laughed and glanced at my cleavage before saying, “No, not you, Kayla, you’re one of my best students, and that’s what I wanted to talk with you about. We’ve talked before about you trying for a college scholarship, and I’d like to help. If you’d be willing to meet with me after school each day, I can give you some extra work that will qualify for Advanced Placement credits. That could help you a lot. Would you be interested in that?”

I was excited, partially because that AP opportunity was real, and because he was following my advice. So, I replied, “Yes, of course, Mr. K, that sounds like a great opportunity. What do I need to do?”

He said, “That’s great, Kayla, I know you’ll do well with the extra assignments. Just come by after your last class, and if you miss your bus, I can give you a ride home. Some days will only be for a few minutes, and other for an hour, depending on how you’re doing.”

I was on pins and needles waiting for the 3:35 pm bell, and I went straight to Jeff’s classroom. I stood next to him, behind his desk, as he explained my special assignments, and at one point, I purposely dropped some of the papers he had given me, and bent over to pick them up, as I hiked up my skirt a little. That put my ass not too far from his face, and all he had to do was turn to look at me.

With my skirt pulled up, he would be able to see at least the tops of my thick thighs, and maybe the bottom my panties, in addition to my full-moon ass sticking out. He might have even been able to catch a whiff of my natural aromas. I stayed bent over for longer than necessary, fumbling to pick up the papers, to give him a good look.

Then I looked back at him, before standing up and turning around to face him, and caught him staring at my ass and thighs. I gave him what I thought was a good opening, when I kept it light, by laughing, and said, “Sorry about that, Mr. K, did you get a good look?”

His face turned red with embarrassment, as he responded, “Uh, uh, oh, no, Kayla, I wasn’t staring at you. I was just deep in thought about your assignment.”

I was irritated with his reluctance to at least acknowledge that he was staring at me, but I let him off the hook, saying, “If you say so, Mr. K.”

Since that was a short meeting, I caught my bus, and went straight home to do my homework and then eat dinner, before going over to Jordin’s to see if Jeff was going to message me.

I got tired of waiting for him to message me, and at about 8:00 pm, I sent him a message. I said, “Hi, Dave, I hope you’re online tonight. I’m dying to find out how it went with Latisha today. Please get back to me.”

His response came in about ten minutes, and after describing everything that happened with me, he said, “I just lost my nerve, Angel. It’s a lot different talking about getting something started with Latisha, and actually doing it. It was amazing looking at her big pussy during class, though. And shit, she was right in front of me when she bent over. I saw her thick thighs, and the bottoms of her ass cheeks, and I wanted to push my face right in there. I could even smell the aroma of her ass and pussy. Maybe I’ll do more next time.”

I really was irritated with him and decided that I wanted to give him a taste of what it might be like to be dominated by a pissed off, big, black girl, as I acted like I was withdrawing my support. So, I said, “Fine, whatever, Dave. If you don’t want to take my advice, when I’m taking time away from my homework and sitting on other men, and doing it for free, then you can figure this shit out for yourself. If you want my help, you’ll do what the fuck I say. I think I know how a girl like Latisha is thinking. Fuck, Dave, you had her showing you her pussy, tits, and ass, after just the first day of catching her eye, and you wimped the fuck out.”

He was probably shocked at my change in attitude, and when he didn’t respond for a few minutes, I said, “You need to try harder tomorrow, especially when you see her alone after school. Keep her in the room longer with you, so you have to give her a ride home. Maybe have her sit in a desk in the front row, so she has a chance to flash her pussy at you again.”

I sent that message, and when he still hadn’t responded, I continued, “And next time, find some way to acknowledge her efforts. Maybe you should even let her catch you doing something kinky, like smelling her seat if she goes on a bathroom break. The main thing is, you not only need to get her talking, but you also have to open up to her about your fantasies. Find a way to humble yourself in front of her, and you might be surprised how receptive she’ll be.”

Jeff responded, “I’m so sorry, Angel, I guess I was afraid of upsetting her. That’s some pretty serious shit, if she decided to report me, and I chickened out. I really do appreciate your help, and I’ll try harder tomorrow.”

The next day in class, Jeff was looking at me any time he could, without raising the suspicions of the other students. I even pulled my panties all the way into my vulva, so he could see my hairy pussy lips bulging out around them. Although, with my pussy being black, I wasn’t sure that he could see that well in the low light under my skirt.

When I met with him after classes, he asked me to sit in the front row, and gave me some problems to work on. I had the gusset of my panties pulled all the way to one side, so he could see my entire vulva if he was looking, and that also left a little wet spot on the seat.

After working on the problems for about fifteen minutes, I said, “I’ve got to go to the bathroom, Mr. K, and I’ll be right back.”

I peeked at him through the crack in the open door, as he nervously went over to my desk. The wet spot on the seat was more temptation than he could take, even if he hadn’t decided for sure to sniff my seat. He knelt and then leaned in to sniff my wet spot, and I came walking back into the room.

He heard me coming, and quickly stood up, as I asked, “What are you doing by my desk, Mr. K? It looked to me like you were down there sniffing my seat. You weren’t doing that, were you? If so, what a naughty boy.”

It was fun watching him struggle with the decision to either deny it altogether, or to seize the opportunity, to at least try to get something started with me. His lust won out, and as he walked back to his desk and sat down, he nervously said, “I, oh shit, I uh, I’m so sorry, Kayla. I’m so embarrassed right now, at having you catch me that way. I, uh, can we pretend this never happened, and get back to work on those problems?”

I walked to the front of his desk, and led him on further by asking, “What would ever possess you to do something like that, Mr. K, I’d really like to know?”

Then he was almost in tears as he spilled his guts, saying, “I’m so sorry, but after seeing the woman you became over the summer, I just can’t keep my eyes off you. Seeing you in class with your skirt hiked up, and your, uh your, being able to see everything, I guess I lost control. And yesterday, the way you bent over in front of me, I, I uh, I was so attracted to you, and I just wanted to, you know, wanted to…”

His voice trailed off and I teased him, saying, “Oh my, Mr. K, you’re really flattering me. I didn’t think people, and especially white men, liked big, black girls like me. Tell me, Mr. K, what is it that you wanted to do?”

Jeff answered, “It’s just that your, your, well, as you black kids would say, your booty is so big and cushy looking, and your ass crack is so long, that I’ve, I’ve been fantasizing about pressing my face into it.”

There, he had said it. I knew that most of the teachers and administrators were out of the building by then, and I wanted to encourage him. I walked around the desk next to him, bent over, and pressed my ass almost in his face. Then I said, “That sounds so kinky, Mr. K, and I think I’d like having your white face pressed into my black ass. Go ahead and try it out, if you want to.”

I’m tall enough that he only had to lean down a little, as he started pressing his face into ass cheeks. I moved my ass against his face, and then started pulling up my skirt as I said, “You might as well get your face right into my ass, if you admire it so much.”

I felt and heard him breathing deeply, as he pressed his face right into the crack of my panty-covered ass. I reached back with my arms and pulled his head even tighter into my ass, and then shook it back and forth on his face. He finally slipped off his chair and onto his knees, so he would have better access to the lower, and more aromatic part of my ass, as well as my pussy.

In the position he was in, with his back to the chair, I slowly backed up over him, pressing his head back on the seat, until I was fully sitting on his face. I started slowly moving back and forth, fucking his face with my pussy and ass, and he was sucking, licking, and gasping for breath the whole time. I knew that I was a little smellier than normal that day too, even though I wiped really well after taking a shit, before going out and walking around the track at lunch, in the hot sun.

We stayed the way for over ten minutes, and his head looked small enveloped in my flesh. Then I decided that I wanted to take him to Jordin’s, and give him the full treatment, without my panties on, and get a closer look at and taste of his cock. I know that he was lost in the fulfillment of some of his fantasies, inspired by our messaging, when I lifted off him and he said, “Oh my, Latisha, I was lost in your amazing black flesh. I could stay under you for hours.”

I wanted to tease him a little and asked, “I enjoyed that too, Mr. K, but who the fuck is Latisha?”

He quickly realized what he had said, “She’s nobody, I was just thinking about something else for a moment.”

Then I said, Well, you’d just better be thinking of me, when I’m sitting on your fucking face. The janitors might come by and catch us, so let’s get out of here, and do this right. A friend of mine is letting me use her bedroom, and we can go there. You do want more, don’t you, Mr. K?”

He laughed and responded, “My goodness yes, Kayla. This has all been beyond my wildest expectations. I want you to do anything that you want with me. And, when we’re alone together, I want you to call me Jeff.”

We talked on the ride to Jordin’s, and I wanted him to think that was my first time, and that I was naïve about everything. So, I said, “I enjoyed sitting on your face, and I’m guessing I’m going to enjoy what we do next even more. I am curious, though, what gave you the courage to stare at me the way you were, and then to let me catch you sniffing my seat?”

He responded, “You will find this hard to believe, but after I noticed how much more mature you are when school started, I started fantasizing about it. And I’ve been messaging with a girl about your age, who does this for money. She’s been giving me advice about how to approach you. I think it worked pretty well, too.”

I replied, “Wow, I need to meet that girl, and maybe I should be charging for this too. You sure are a lot kinkier than I would have ever imagined, Jeff. But, why is this such a turn-on for you? I mean, I think I’m a pretty girl, but we both know that I’m overweight. I never thought anyone would be interested in getting so down and dirty and raw with me.”

After he didn’t respond, I said, “Damn, Jeff, you had your face right in my ass crack, and you’ll soon be doing that without me wearing panties. I haven’t showered since this morning, and even went to the toilet around lunch time. What was it like for you down there?”

He excitedly replied, “It’s hard to explain. I just loved you natural, musky, sweaty, and funky aroma down there, especially when I was so closed in by your thighs and ass. It was overwhelming knowing that a pretty black girl like you was sitting on my face that way, smothering me in your substantial flesh. I just wanted to please you and do anything you wanted me to.”

I wanted to think that it was his idea to have a safe signal, so I laughed and said, “I can hardly wait to see how you like it when your face is pressed into my bare flesh. I mean, you were struggling to breathe with my panties on, just wait until your face is totally enveloped in my ass and pussy. How will you let me know if you can’t breathe or are panicking under me?”

He said, “The girl, Angel, I’ve been talking to said that she tells the men she’s with to tap twice on her hips or thighs, if they feel at risk, or just want to take a break.”

I asked, “Well, just how nasty do you want me to be with you?”

Jeff smiled and answered, “This is all new to me, so I’m not sure. I know that I do want you to dominate me and I guess you should do whatever comes to mind.”

I said, “Okay, Jeff, you’ve got it. Maybe I should borrow your cell phone and let my neighbor that I’m bringing a friend home. Would that be okay?”

He handed me his phone, and after dialing Jordin, I said, “Hi, Jordin, this is Kayla. I just wanted to let you know that I’m bringing a friend home with me, and I’ll need the spare bedroom for a while.”

She asked me if I was bringing my teacher, but I couldn’t respond to that in front of him. I also had to make it sound like a spontaneous thing, so I said, “Yes, this is someone I’ve known for a couple of years, and well, the strangest thing happened today at school. I’ll explain more later, but he’s actually one of my teachers, who thinks he’s gotten a taste for black booty.”

I paused and then acted out further, saying, “Yeah, no shit, it sounds kinky and nasty to me too, but that’s what he wants, and I think I’ll enjoy it too. We’ll see you in a few minutes.”

Jordin just smiled at us, but didn’t say anything, as we headed for the bedroom. Jeff was very nervous, and I took charge, saying, “Get your clothes off Jeff, and I’ll do the same. This will be my first-time stripping in front of someone or seeing an older man naked, and I have to admit that I’m a little nervous too.”

He couldn’t keep his eyes off me as my big, bouncing breasts and cushy ass came into view, and I was also impressed with his fit body and sizeable cock. It’s thick and about six inches long on soft, and I was anxious to see it hard.

I didn’t want to reveal that I had some experience, so I said, “I’m not sure what to do, but if you want to see my pussy and ass up close, then lay back on the bed, and we can play it by ear.”

He scooted over as I got into the bed next to him, and clumsily, on purpose, rolled over on him a little, letting him feel my substantial flesh, and with my breasts pressed to his face. He began sucking my nipples and areolas as I began stroking his cock, and it got hard to what seemed like nine, thick inches, which is a little bigger than Roland’s.

We stayed like that for what seemed like five minutes, until I twisted around on top of him, squatting over his face in a sixty-nine. I pressed my big, wet, black cunt to his mouth, and he began sucking it, as I leaned down to suck his big cock. We had come there for him to experience having my pussy and ass in his face, but I wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to suck and fuck such a big cock.

I wanted to experience what Jordin had told me about men eating their own cum from her pussy, so I shifted my body around again on top of him and slid my pussy down onto his throbbing cock. He had a look of total bliss on his face as he felt my young, wet, black pussy envelope his cock, and he didn’t try to turn his head away as I began kissing him. He fucked up into me as I rode his cock, and with all the excitement, he didn’t last very long.

As his cock began throbbing and spewing his cum bareback into my teen pussy, he suddenly broke our kiss and said, “Oh fuck, oh shit, this is so wonderful. But, holy shit, Kayla, are you on birth control? I hadn’t planned on fucking you, so I don’t have a condom with me. I sure don’t want to knock you up.”

I wanted to tease him a little, so I said, “I’m not on birth control, but I just finished my period, and I’m sure that I’m safe right now. I love feeling your bare cock in my pussy, and the cum shooting in. But just in case, you can help drain it out of me.”

He seemed confused as I moved off him and turned around, straddling his head with my knees, towards his face, and sat down on him. My thick, black labia enveloped his white face, and he began sucking and licking, eating his own juices. I stayed on him that way for a few minutes, and then began sliding back and forth and fucking his face.

I kept moving farther and farther forward until I felt his nose and mouth pressing into the cheeks of my ass, and that’s when I lifted them up, as his face settled fully into my ass cleavage. He was struggling to breathe under my weight, and finally learned to twist his head to the sides periodically to get a breath.

With his face fully enveloped in my ass, I leaned down and sucked his cum and my juices off his cock. And as I started sucking him, he began probing my asshole with his tongue. He was catching on fast for being so new at being face sat, and I decided to push it further, to see if he wanted to try something that my Angel persona had mentioned to him.

I leaned back off his face for a minute and asked, “How are you doing down there, Jeff? Is this as good as you thought it would be? Is there anything else you’d like to try?”

He was breathing hard and catching his breath, with his face smeared in our juices, as he responded, “Oh fuck, Kayla, this is better than I imagined it would be. I love your ample body and the way you’re holding me under you, and I love the way you taste and smell down here. There is one more thing that I’d like you to do to me, but you’ll think I’m sick.”

I smiled at him and said, “We’ve already done a lot, so just say it. How bad could it be?”

Jeff looked embarrassed as he said, “Well, that girl Angel that I told you about, said that one of her customers wanted her to piss in his mouth. I’m not sure if I’ll really like that, but the way I’m feeling right now, I’d sure like to try it. Will you do that for me?”

I hadn’t gone to the bathroom earlier when I said I had to. I had to pee badly, so, I replied, “That sure is kinky Jeff, but I have to go anyway. So, why not? Just totally cover my pussy with your mouth and be ready to swallow. You better be sure about this, because I’m not stopping once I start.”

He nodded his head ‘yes’ before covering my pussy with his mouth, and in a few seconds, I released a strong stream of my teen piss. He gulped and swallowed as my yellow nectar continued flowing, and even reached up to grip my thighs and hold me in place. After about a minute my flow stopped, and he continued sucking and tonguing my pussy.

I moved off him and asked, “Well, how did you like that, Jeff? You must have drunk a pint of my piss?”

He was still trying to catch his breath as he said, “Oh my, Kayla, I love everything we did together, but I’m also embarrassed at putting myself in a position to be used in such a nasty way by my best student. Your voluptuous body is just what I hoped it would be like, and you look amazingly like that girl, Angel, I was chatting with online. You must really think I’m a disgusting pervert now, and I hope that we will be able to continue our student-teacher relationship in school.”

Jeff was lying next to me, and I rolled over on him, pressing my bulging breast to his mouth. As he began sucking my nipple and areola, I said, “No need to be embarrassed, Jeff. I’m young, but I think I understand that we all have different sexual needs. I’m flattered that you’re attracted to my curvaceous, black body, and I love everything we did together. I really enjoyed dominating you, and seeing your white face smothered in my black ass and pussy, and especially you gulping down my piss.”

I didn’t see any reason to continue my deception, and I thought it would be fun to admit that I was his online Angel, while pressing his face in my tit flesh. So, I reached down to stroke his soft cock as I said, “There’s a good reason why I look so much like the girl online, because I am Angel. I recognized your reflection in the picture you sent me, and I wanted to have a little fun watching you try to seduce me. Shame on you, Jeff, for taking advantage of your sweet student.”

He struggled under my weight until I rolled off his face, and he said, “Holy shit, Kayla, you really did trick me; but I’m so glad you did. So, you’ve been doing this with other men for money? What made you decide to be with me for free?”

I continued stroking his then-hard cock as I smiled and said, “I like you, Jeff, and you’ve always been so helpful to me as your student. You seem to genuinely care about me and my future, and I wanted to show my appreciation by satisfying your rather kinky needs. Your big cock is an attraction too. If you have any friends who’d like some black booty, I’ll take care of them too, but they’ll have to pay me. You can have me anytime you want, and I’m ready for more right now.”

Jeff didn’t object when I turned around on top of him in a sixty-nine and began sucking his big cock as I pressed my cunt to his mouth. We sucked one another for what seemed like ten minutes, until he ejaculated into my mouth, as I filled his mouth with my girl-cum. Then I sat up on his face and smothered him in my pussy and ass.

We had been together for over an hour, and as Jeff got dressed I said, “You mentioned in your first email to me, that your vice-principal has a taste for black booty. You can let him know about me if you want to, and I’ll take care of him for my usual fee.”

Jeff laughed and replied, “Yes, Mitchell seems to be horny for black ass much of the time, and I’ll definitely let him know about your great body and attitude about dominating white men.”

Mitchell did become one of my regular customers, and I was also meeting with Jeff about twice a month, on average. We still had a good relationship in the classroom, and no one could have guessed that we were sex partners.

I continued making good money, and meeting with the men at Jordin’s home, and I soon had enough money to purchase my own laptop computer. I kept the computer at Jordin’s and still used her spare room for my business, until I graduated from high school. I did end up getting a scholarship to a state college, but I continued my business even after I moved away, which allowed me to save a lot of money.

With my awareness of men’s behavior, and how some white men lust after black ass, I had no problem attracting customers, even some of my professors, and I enjoyed my role as a black domme all the way through college.