Date: Wed, 10 Jan 2024 19:41:57 -0800
From: Hey All <heyallstories@gmail.com>
Subject: Asian Teacher (bisexual, highschool)

"Asian Teacher" by HeyAll


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***


My sexuality has always been different.  I've always considered myself a
true exhibitionist and voyeur, rather than someone who seeks to have
sexual partners.  Believe it or not, I can go years without physical
sex.  Sometimes I wonder if I can go my whole life without it.


What gets me off is being seen in ordinary settings with my large nipples
protruding, or even bare.  Gyms.  Changing rooms.  Locker room showers.
A full-body medical exam in the doctor's office can send me into a
masturbation frenzy for weeks, especially if the doctor pays extra
attention to my erect nipples.  And yes, they're always erect during
exams.  That's why I have check-ups regularly.


It's always in normal settings, I don't go flashing myself in public,
that's never been my style.  It's the subtleness of being seen that
gets me going.  It often ends with masturbation later, thinking of the
eyes that peered at my nipples, either discreetly or not-so-secretly.


Keep in mind that I have to behave myself.  Not just because I'm shy,
but I'm also a newly hired teacher in a nice suburban neighborhood.  On
top of that, I'm the only Asian teacher here, so I feel compelled to
give proper representation.


I'm sitting at my desk wondering how my life has changed over the last
year.  To the outside world I'm still the same person, I love my
teaching job at one of the best public schools in the state, and I love
the people I work with.  But I've also had sexual relations with a
number of colleagues and students, and pictures of my nipples are all
over the internet.


Let me explain what happened.  I have a faculty meeting in an hour which
is enough time to tell this story.


***


I knew being a full-time teacher would be difficult because I'd been an
assistant for three years, but there are things about the modern era that
make the profession more stressful.  For one, the shift toward
technology-based platforms meant new training and updated lesson plans.
The increased focus on mental health and student identity meant that our
job ballooned into a multifaceted juggling act.


The other thing that caught me by surprise was rapid inflation and the
soaring cost of rent.  I've always been frugal with money, but these
issues didn't exist when I was pursuing this career.  I live in a decent
apartment, small, one-bedroom, and rent has increased since moving
here.


So basically I was stuck.  Finding another teaching job is next to
impossible and I'm already embedded into a job and community that I
love, but mentally and financially, I was being squeezed.


I remember sitting in my classroom late afternoon and Robert walked by
and saw me feeling helpless.  I think my hands were on my face when he
asked if I was okay.  He's one of the veterans here, math teacher, a
60-something-year-old black man with the driest sense of humor you'll
ever find.


Forcing a smile, I told him that I was alright, then confessed that I was
feeling the stress of work.  I didn't mention anything about finances,
but I got the impression that he understood what I was going through
because he knew my current salary.


"You'll be fine," he said.  "I'm sure the other teachers will help
you out."


Robert kept his straight face and left.  I had no idea what he meant
until a week later when I was taking a morning walk in my neighborhood
and ran into Elizabeth, a gorgeous blonde who's a decade older than me.
She teaches English and she's always been a big hit amongst faculty and
students for her dazzling smile and bubbly personality.  Her eyes went up
and down my body when she saw my outfit.  I was wearing tight shorts and
a small top.  A far cry from my more conservative teaching outfit.


She kept complimenting my tan and fit body.  She asked if I'd ever done
modeling before -- which I thought was an odd question -- I told her no,
that I'm actually camera shy.  Her eyes went up and down my body again
without shame.


"You know, maybe I've misjudged you," she said.  "Want to take a walk
together?"


"I'd love to."


We've had plenty of conversations before and she was always super
friendly, but there was this sparkle in her eyes.  Something which made
her excited.  A mischievous expression.  The conversation drifted toward
my income and how she understood the rising cost of rent in the area.


There was a park bench with tree shade and we sat down to rest.  I could
tell she wanted privacy away from the other morning joggers or families
taking their weekend walks.  That's when Elizabeth made the inquiry.
Not all the details, but enough to gauge my interest.   She talked about
how some of the teachers made extra money selling photos online.  The
adult themes.  Teacher themes.  She didn't mention specific websites,
but I got the idea.


"Would you be interested in working with us?  No face, of course.  We
never show faces.  But we do collaborations.  Men love Asian women,
there's a huge market for that.  Who knows, if things work out, I could
help you create your own profile."


I was taken aback by the offer.  Declining was the obvious choice, but I
made sure to express how thankful I was that she was thinking about my
financial needs, no matter how salacious the remedy.  And I made sure to
convey that I'd never tell anyone about this, that it'll be our
secret.  Elizabeth smiled and said I'm always welcome to join.  We left
on a high note that morning.


That day I ended up masturbating twice thinking of what she said.  Once
in the afternoon, once before bed.  The thought of showing my body to
online strangers was beyond enticing.  I wondered if Elizabeth knew how
aroused I was from that conversation.  It would explain why she felt
comfortable revealing more and more details.  She must have seen the
curiosity in my eyes and read my body language.


I remember making myself cum in bed.  Then afterward laying there in deep
thought, wondering which teachers were involved and what they've done
and how widespread their pictures were seen.  All the teachers are
well-educated and wholesome.  It's a wholesome, family oriented
neighborhood.  From that point, whenever I saw a female teacher with a
new dress, a new designer product, or new car, I wondered if she was
doing sex work on the side.


About a month later I found myself disappointed that Elizabeth never
broached the subject again.  I still would have said no, but it's the
thought that counts.  I wanted to feel desired by her asking me.  I
wanted to know more so I could masturbate thinking of them and imagine
what my life would be like.


One day, close to six in the evening, I locked my classroom door and
headed to the faculty lounge before going home.  It was still bright
outside.  At that hour, not many people were around except for the
cleaning staff and a few teachers.


When I entered the teacher's lounge, there was a closed door but I could
see what was happening through the small glass panel.  A student named
Billy was sitting there with his eyes shut, leaning back.  I remember how
unusual that looked.  Students are never in the lounge area, much less
alone.


I approached the room to confront him, but I stopped cold when I saw Joan
on her knees.  For context, Joan is a booksmart redhead in her 50's, a
biology teacher who also handles prep courses for college.  It was the
most extreme sexual thing I'd ever seen in my life.  Her red hair bobbed
and I froze there.  It took a few moments to realize that Joan had a
device propped on the table which recorded the blowjob.


Billy opened his eyes and noticed me standing there, so I walked away on
trembling legs.  That night was a masturbation frenzy.  I knew things
would never be the same because Billy must have told Joan that I was
spying.  And that sight of Joan sucking a student's cock will forever be
etched in my mind.  I squirted on my bed that night.  I didn't bother to
wash my sheets.


The next morning Joan pretended like nothing happened, but at lunch, when
we walked by each other, she winked at me.  I was so surprised by her
reaction that I didn't say anything back.  I marveled at her confidence.


By late afternoon that day, when my students had left, I went to
Elizabeth and told her that I'd be willing to collaborate.  She was
delighted by my change of heart and wanted to know why.


"Money is great," I said.  "But the experience is captivating."

I didn't say more, but Elizabeth understood.  I think she could sense a
fellow exhibitionist.  Perhaps she knew all this time.  Maybe she knew
from the moment we first met.  It explains why she was always so nice to
me, taking me under her wing, watching out for me.


She suggested that I start small and take a few faceless pictures in my
apartment.  Something revealing to gauge my comfort level.  After doing
some online research later, I went to the store the next day and
purchased a tripod so I could mount my camera.


I decided on something simple.  An open cardigan with underwear.  Nothing
else.  I took several shots, starting with my hands covering my nipples,
then with hands down exposing my nipples.  It was my first time taking
these sorts of pictures of myself and the feeling was electric.  It was a
different kind of exhibitionism and I was hooked.


The images were on my phone and I showed them to Elizabeth the next day
during lunch break.  I'll never forget the look on her face when she saw
my nipples.  I guess she underestimated the attributes I possess.   Her
mouth watered.  She even licked her lips.  Getting that sort of
validation from a colleague I respected was amazing.  I was aroused,
ready to cum right then and there.


"So it's true what they say.  Asians do have the best nipples.  Yours
are so big and... I shouldn't be saying this here.  God forbid anyone is
listening.  Do you mind if I post this online?"

"Go ahead, I'm eager to see the reactions.  And thank you for the nice
words."

"Send me the pics.  I'll email you some information tonight."


I texted that set of pictures to Elizabeth right then, and at night
around 9 pm, she sent me an email, giving me free access to her creator
page.  I was amazed by how many subscribers she had.  Her profile bio
stated that she was a full-time teacher at a prestigious school and this
was her naughty side.  The headline picture was of her body, fully
dressed, with the classroom board in the background, which instantly
struck me by how bold she was.


A set of my pictures were posted at the top of her page.  She wrote that
I was a fellow teacher and she asked the audience whether they were
interested in having me join the fun.  There were 28 comments so far and
I read each one.  The gist of the comments were the same, overwhelmingly
positive.


`Fuck yes!  Best nipples I've ever seen.'


`Of course we want to see her join, those nips are begging to be
sucked.'


`Can you eat her out and suck her tits?  Let us know what she tastes
like.  I want to see her sucking cock also.'


The lengthier comments made me masturbate and I came on my seat.  This
was a style of exhibitionism I never knew existed.  I was unstoppable at
that point.  Past the point of no return.  I knew it was a matter of time
before I had my own account.


I scrolled down Elizabeth's page and saw pictures of her nude body and
pink nipples.  Pictures were taken at her home, the empty classroom where
she taught, or the school bathroom for faculty.  I saw pictures and
videos of Elizabeth having sex with her husband, her sucking cock with
her eyes blurred, and pictures of her going down on other women -- with
the vaginas being described as `faculty pussy.'


There were pictures and videos of other teachers at the school.  Nothing
with real names or what subjects they taught, no faces, but I could
identify the teachers based on their hairstyle and body shape and
clothes.  I counted four different female teachers.  I noticed two women
who worked in the administration office.  Different ages.  Some were
young, others had streaks of gray hair.  Different body types.  Some were
thin, some were curvaceous.


It was near midnight as I took my time going through Elizabeth's page.
The women promoted each other's content and collaborated on scenes. They
ate each other's pussy and sucked each other's nipples.  Perhaps the
most enticing video I saw was Elizabeth and Gabriella (a 40-something
year old Hispanic woman who teaches world history) both on their knees
giving a blowjob to Elizabeth's husband.


Before going to sleep that night, I subscribed to Joan's page with my
credit card.  By tomorrow she'd see my name as a customer.  I had to
find that video of Joan giving the blowjob in the faculty lounge.  It had
been on my mind with an endless loop and I found it.  There she was,
sucking a cock with the camera focused on her teacher's outfit and
lips.  The close-up of her mouth was spellbinding.  I scrolled through
her page and saw that she made numerous content with that student, Billy,
and she described him as a gentleman with delicious cum.


Going to work the next day was a reinvigorating experience.  Everyone
acted normal in the teacher's lounge and in the halls, but both Joan and
Elizabeth gave me subtle glances here and there.  This was nothing we
could talk openly about.  But we knew.  Word had spread that I was going
to be joining their club of teachers who made extra money selling sex
content.  They undressed me with their eyes, probably fantasizing about
doing all sorts of things with me.  I'm sure they'd already seen my
topless pictures as well.


During lunch I stayed in my classroom because a student-group was
preparing a fundraising event and I let them use my place for a last
minute meeting.  It's normal for students to eat or hang out in
classrooms and I love being around them.


Elizabeth came and she sat by my desk.  There was this unspoken vibe
between us, like we both knew what the discussion was going to be about,
but we couldn't openly say it because students were around.  She had
this distinct look in her eyes.


"What did you think?" she said.


"I literally spent hours looking through content."

"Not surprising.  It's a different world."

"And I can never look at my fellow teachers the same way again."

"Does this mean you're interested?" she asked.


"Interested in?"

Elizabeth reached out and held my hand.  "Listen, why don't you have
lunch at my house this Saturday?  My husband is a great cook.  Our kids
will be out, they're going to the mall with friends, so we'll have
privacy."


I winced and looked around.  There were small groups of students
scattered around the class, laughing amongst themselves and having normal
conversations.  And the truth about students during lunchtime is that no
one cares what teachers are talking about.


"What does your husband think about this?" I asked.


"He thinks it's great, really.  The whole thing was his idea."


I wanted to ask what she meant by that; if it was her husband's idea to
invite me, or if her husband was the mastermind behind her online sex
work.  But it wasn't the right time for that sort of in-depth
conversation.  In the back of my mind, I imagined them working as a team,
plotting every move, planning every picture, obsessing over every cum
shot.  I'd met her husband a few times and they were like spiritual
partners.


The wait until the weekend lunch was excruciating.  None of this topic
was mentioned in the meantime, not with her, not with the other
teachers.  I filled that void in my life by going through all her
content.  The same with Joan.  They each had hundreds of different
pictures and videos made over the last few years and it was
breathtaking.  Each night's masturbation was intense, especially when
they did things on campus.


I arrived at her home around 10:30 on a Saturday morning and she lives in
a picture perfect neighborhood.  I still remember her answering the door,
she looked like the ideal housewife, domesticated and mannered.  A
striking contrast to all those videos of her sucking cock and doing
things with other teachers.  That's what made it so exciting.


She gave me a tour of her home as if this were a friendly afternoon, but
we both knew that it was more than that.  Her husband was super nice and
it was our first time meeting outside of campus.  He stayed in the
kitchen preparing lunch while Elizabeth took me upstairs to finish the
tour of their home.  Excitement was brewing and there was this nervous
energy between us.


When we got to her bedroom, there was a matching pair of silk bra and
panties placed on the bed.  Green color.  The panties were crotchless on
the bottom.  The bra didn't have any cups in the front.  Elizabeth let
me wander the room, but I could feel her presence, her gaze in my
direction.


"For me?" I asked.


She smiled, "I was hoping you'd want to try it.  You know, something to
get our appetites going before lunch.  I picked them out for you.  I
guessed your size."


I got naked in her bedroom and I'll admit that it was terrifying.  It
was like an out of body experience.  She stared at me, smiling, as I
removed all my clothes and wore the `outfit' she had purchased for me.
My size exactly.  Her eyes were fixated on my nipples more than
anything.  Although she didn't verbally compliment them, her expression
and liplicking spoke volumes.


Elizabeth got her phone and had me strike poses.  I did what she asked,
but it was difficult.  My body was tense and I did my best to relax.  I
was learning something new and exploring a new side to my exhibitionism.
It was the first time in my life that my body was directed by another
person in this way.  She had to keep telling me to put my hands down, to
be proud of what I have.


"Your nipples are divine," she said.  "Big and dark.  Imagine how many
people will see them.  Your fellow faculty members.  Maybe a few of the
students who are old enough."

That comment sent me over the edge and she knew it.  Her eyes lit up.  My
reaction made her smile and she took more pictures.  With each pose, I
was exploring myself deeper and Elizabeth loved going along for that
ride.  I was her pet project and she had all the experience.


She asked me to lay on the bed for more pictures and I knew she wanted
more than that. After taking a few shots, she undressed and tossed her
clothes on the floor, which I thought was so erotic.  Seeing a colleague
nude in person is like crossing into the forbidden.  Her pink nipples
were erect.  She got on the bed, right between my legs which I opened for
her, and she went down on me.  With her tongue action and the
exhibitionism of posing for her, I only lasted a few minutes before I
came in her mouth.  She swallowed everything and made a purring noise.


The dazzling orgasm left me speechless and she kept kissing my pubic
mound, but it wasn't over, it was only the start.  As I laid there she
positioned her pussy over my face and squatted down.  I saw everything in
that position, looking up at her.  Her spread pussy.  Her asshole.  She
lowered herself until my pussy pressed against my mouth.   It was my
first time eating a woman and she gave me a crash course.  Keep in mind,
it was a quick experience, `something to get our appetites going'
before lunch.  She taught me how to use my tongue, how to stroke with it
and push it inside.  How to tease her most sensitive areas.


I swallowed her cum the same way she swallowed mine.  The truth is that I
would have drowned if I hadn't kept gulping her squirt.  Then she laid
next to me, smiling, congratulating me for an excellent first time
experience.


Her husband came into the room shortly after our orgasms.  I still
remember that feeling of being caught, as if I'd done something wrong.
I even covered my nipples with my hands in an awkward display of
modesty.  Elizabeth and her husband acted like everything was normal.


"Seeing you two like this is making me horny," he said.


Elizabeth got out of bed and handed her husband the phone.  Then she
dropped to her knees.  Before sucking, she gestured for me to come
closer.  She knew I was still apprehensive, that I wanted to join this
world at a slower pace, at a reasonable pace.  I held Elizabeth's blonde
hair while she gave her husband a pre-lunch cocksucking.  It was my first
time ever joining a couple, or seeing a blowjob up close, and it was
nasty in the best possible way.  Elizabeth sucked cock with traces of my
cum in her mouth, which made the cock shine.  Her tongue swirled around
the head on occasion.  Her suction was tight when it needed to be.


As her husband kept taking pictures, I found myself wanting to keep the
journey going.  I didn't want the pussy licking to be the end of my
experience today.  While holding Elizabeth's hair as she bobbed, watching
her lips around the shaft, I moved closer, wanting my erect nipples to be
in each shot, knowing they'd be a hit with the audience.  This only
seemed to make the husband turn rock hard, throbbing in Elizabeth's
mouth.   My nipples grazed against her arm.  My hair stroked against her
body.


The cumshot was ferocious and I was in awe of Elizabeth keeping her mouth
open and watching that pool of hot cum build on her tongue from a
stroking and groaning husband.   The last two pictures taken were of
Elizabeth's tongue with the pool, then of her swallowing and showing a
clean tongue.


I kissed her cheek when the phone was put away.  I don't know why I did
it, no one asked and everyone in the room had already reached a
satisfying climax.  I guess I wanted to thank her for bringing something
out of me, something that's always been there.  I kept kissing around her
cheek and jawline and then her neck.  We made deep eye contact, then she
kissed me back.


After that we had lunch.


***


The faculty meeting is about to start, we're going to discuss student
performance along with the budget for next year.  Again, not everyone in
the faculty knows about the sex work, but I estimate that I've eaten out
half of the female teachers who'll be at the meeting.  I've given
rimjobs to a few as well.


Elizabeth helped me create my own account and I'm thankful for it.  We
make content together, me and the other teachers.  Sometimes in their
homes, sometimes in an empty classroom or the faculty lounge.   You'd be
amazed how much we can get away with during weekend faculty meetings or
during the evenings when everyone has gone home.   Blowjobs with a few
discreet seniors, pussy lickings, and nude selfies with a desk or board
in the background -- all part of the gig.


My favorite are partially dressed pictures, people go crazy over the
interplay between a teacher's outfit and raw sexuality.   Big nipples
poking bare from an outfit I'd wear to teach my students or meet with
parents.  The audience loves knowing that I pulled my nipples out and
masturbated in class after a long day's work.  It's the ultimate sexual
paradox for someone like me.


The other favorite that people have is seeing my array of undergarments
on display.   It's a popular fetish and one that I'm happy to indulge.
As I'd mentioned, the extra income is great, but there's a certain kind
of rush in posing with the underwear I'd worn to work, being aroused
while wearing them, and knowing that male and female subscribers are
getting off to that.


I sometimes make joint content with Elizabeth where I hold her hair while
she gives her husband the blowjob.  People are addicted to that one.
I've made similar content with teachers who suck off senior students on
the football team.  Each time, my underwear is used for cleaning.  People
love that taboo.


Everyone has a mask they wear.  This is mine.


The End


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