Breaking the Tease (Open)

Breaking the Tease (CLOSED)

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Name: Melanie Smith
Age: 19
Height: 5'8"

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Dear Diary,

Living in a small town isn’t exactly exciting. From my own experience; days pass by slowly, you find yourself with less and less things to do and the entire area reeks of mundane life. While that might be just fascinating for some, it certainly isn’t the lifestyle for me - hence why the moment that I graduated from high school, I decided to go to a faraway college. So, from my humble beginnings from Georgia, at nineteen years old, I found myself at the University of New York.

Immediately, I was struck by some kind of cultural shock, what with the lights, skyscrapers and enormous amount of people freely walking about. Still, that didn’t get to me for too long. Within a month’s time I found myself freely leaving campus and exploring the city.

I suppose that’s what brought me to my first unusual encounter. If my memory serves me right, I was browsing through HMV, when from the corner of my eye I saw some man acting suspicious. At first, I thought it was just some shoplifter looking for a window of opportunity, but then as I walked around the store, I noticed that he was actually following me! My heart raced when this happened, as my mother made damn sure to let me know every urban legend that there is to know of New York. But I calmed down, when the man did in fact leave. Thus, I wondered; why did he follow me around?

I thought this question for quite a few sleepless nights until something similar occurred as I was grocery shopping. It was then that I discovered that some men simply found me attractive and wanted a closer look, or even to take a picture without me noticing. And for that, I had to blame my large bust.

You see, I was endowed with a large bosom during my late teenaged years. It is so much so, that for the past few years, I needed to be extremely thoughtful as to what to wear. Honestly, at times I wonder if my growth has stopped, being a 38G cup at 5’8. It doesn’t help that together with my slim figure, that they seem even larger! So, not only do I have to be careful as to what size my tops should be (as something too small simply looks too scandalous for my tastes) but also as to what bra to wear. Padded supporting bras were hard to find, at least for me, but I desperately needed such not only because my orbs weighed me down without so, but because of the natures of my large nipples. Most of the time, I considered my upper half to be a curse, rather than a blessing.

That is, until I began to enjoy these little chases. Maybe I should be ashamed for such a way of thinking, but in recent times I found it exhilarating to have people stare or trying to get a closer look. Not only in public places, but also within my own school residence. I never allowed anything to get too far, even at parties. I would take my time and not drink too much - nor would I take too seriously having a fellow student express his love to me (despite knowing me for obviously less than a year). Perhaps my parents’ conservative attitude rubbed off a little on me? Maybe I was just waiting for the right guy? Whatever the case may be, I constantly found excuses why to never go further than having a man kiss me. And for that, some people thought of me as a tease.

I didn’t really care - as school came first now. I love philosophy and found myself wanting to attend graduate school. Or maybe take a double major next year? The possibilities were endless at this point. Things change, however - so I couldn’t possibly think that what I have planned for the future will fly so easily. At least, that’s my mentality on life.

Well, I have about an hour to kill before class starts. I suppose that I could go for a coffee, or go to the library?

And so, I closed my little journal and checked myself out in the mirror. Not bad, I thought, as my hair just seemed perfect on this fine early November day. Wearing a purple tank top and blue jeans, I thought to put on a small leather jacket and some heels before going out. Luckily, there was a Starbucks right in residence.

"One Caffè Latte, please." I asked once I made my way to the counter. I looked at the clock and saw that I was in no real rush.

(CLOSED)

I watched Melanie through the large window at the coffee shop, sipping her latte nonchalantly. Her beautiful full lips parted slightly, tickling the delicate white foam of her drink. I stood in the dark of the alley across the street, collar pulled up on my coat, just watching her. Was she there to meet a different boy? Word in my class was that she got around but never put out. She would go out with a different boy every week, letting him treat her to a fancy dinner and buy her gifts, content to tease him and get his young cock nice and hard before giving him a quick peck on the cheek and then not calling him back again. I knew her type. The girl who needed to be taught a lesson. Lucky for her, I had some experience with teaching spoiled young kids who didn't know their place.

I crossed the street, glancing both ways to avoid the traffic. I opened the door and walked towards her table. She glanced up and our eyes met. Unlike the boys she would flirt with and abandon, I didn't look away.

"Ms. Smith," I said, looking down on her angelic face and bountiful cleavage, "I'm afraid that there is a problem with your class registration that requires immediate attention. Would you please follow me?"

Melanie rose from the table, drink in hand, and we walked towards the door. We were about to exit when I stopped suddenly and turned around.

"Leave your drink here," I said, no expression showing on my face. I didn't give her a reason - I just gave her an order. It was a test to see how ready she was to obey my commands, even if she had no idea why they were being given.

She placed the cup in the garbage. I smiled.

"Let's go."

We walked outside into a brisk fall day. The sun was out shining brightly, doing its best to counteract the cool breezes of November. I walked briskly down the street, not looking back to see if she was follow me. I knew she was. The university I teach at is fairly large in terms of the student body but the campus is very compressed and can easily be traversed by foot in the ten minute's time, so it wasn't long before we arrived at my office. I beckoned her inside and closed the door, locking it behind me.

Melanie sat down on one of the two wooden guest chairs in my office. Her face was flush and her enormous breasts were heaving as she gasped for air after our brisk walk across campus to my office. She looked fairly worried, which I took to be a good sign. I sat down across the desk from her in my comfortable leather armchair.

"Ms. Smith. First of all, I must begin by apologizing. I have brought you here under false pretenses." She started to speak but I held up a hand to quiet her. "Hold on. I'm still speaking."

"The real reason why I have called you into my office Melanie, is that I have been approached by a particular student who has been deeply upset by your conduct both in and out of class these past several months. Now, that student has asked that their identity remain a secret, but I feel it is my duty to try to do my best to resolve this problem before it negatively affects anybody's ability to participate in my class. What I can reveal to you is the specific nature of the student's complaint: Your breasts are simply too large Melanie, and they are distracting to the class."

"I'm sorry, but at this point I simply cannot allow you to continue being a distraction to the rest of the class. I am going to have to fail you, Melanie."

Melanie looked terrified at the prospect of receiving a failing grade in my class, as I knew she would be. In truth, she was a model student who hardly gave me any trouble. But I was going to have to "motivate" her a bit if I was to teach her such a valuable lesson.

"Of course there are things that you can do to change my mind," I said, smiling wickedly, "I'm not a monster. I want all of my students to succeed in my class and you are no different. But you will have to make a concentrated effort to improve your conduct and be more mindful of your fellow students and their.. needs."

I stood up from my chair and moved slowly to the other side of the desk, nearer to her, as I spoke. "I have several simple tasks that you need to perform in order to right some of your inconsiderate and harmful conduct in the past. However, it is critical that you follow my instructions to the letter. You must NOT do any more or less than I instruct, do you understand?"

She nodded, her angelic face still twisted into a anxious expression.

"Excellent," I smiled, nodding. "My first lesson is very simple. I am going to hand you a piece of paper. On that piece of paper is the name and location of a male student - one whom you have personally harmed through your prudish behavior. You are to go that student immediately and, regardless of where he is, expose your breasts to him. He understands that he is allowed to touch your tits in any manner he desires for 30 seconds. After that you are to return to me."

"Now get out." I said as I placed the scrap of paper reading Mark Gendron, Library into her outstretched hand.

"H-hi Mark..."

Mark turned, hearing the soft voice behind him. It was Melanie. He remembered her from a date they had gone on 3 months ago - at least, it was a date to him though for her it was probably just a study session that got weird. He had walked her home and everything, and gone in for a little kiss but she had just recoiled in disgust and walked into her apartment, leaving him to go home and beat off in frustration. Mr. Marshall had told him to expect her sometime today, and even told him the time and place to be in order to get his "revenge" on her, but he never thought that she would actually show.

Then, she pulled her shirt up over her head and Mark's mouth fell open as he feasted his eyes on the most perfect natural 38G tits he would ever see in his life.

Melanie's teenage breasts were absolutely exquisite - pale, creamy, unblemished skin, a perfect round firmness, and giant thick pink nipples that were rapidly hardening as she tried to process this strange mix of embarrasment and excitement. Mark didn't notice all of the other students staring in quiet disbelief at what was happening. He was completely fixated on the heavenly pair of tits in front of him. He walked, in a trance, towards her, almost drooling with the need to touch her. His cock was awkwardly tenting his pants but he didn't even mind.

As he reached Melanie, his hands reached out to touch her giant breasts and he smiled and sighed as he finally contacted her warm soft flesh. His hands immediately went to her thick pink nipples, touching the rough skin and pinching the nubs between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled on them slightly, and her breasts bounced as he released them. He bent down and licked her nipple, drawing it into his mouth with his tongue. He sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her large areola.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang. Annoyed, he answered it only to hear Mr. Marshall's voice on the other line.

"30 seconds is up Mark"