N I L MONEY
The most dramatic thing in college athletics is the recent elimination of restrictions on Name, Image and Likeness (NIL) money. College athletes are now entitled to share in the proceeds relating to the use of their name, image and likeness relative to their participation in athletics. I don’t understand the whole thing, but suddenly young people, young men mostly, are being given thousands of dollars in return for their participation in football, basketball and, to a lesser extent, other sports. The money has spread to where eighteen and nineteen-year-old high school boys are being given thousands of dollars in return for pledging to play ball for a particular university.
It happened at the high school where I was been teaching. I was a student teacher and taught world history to seniors among my other assignments. Our school had one young man, Clifford (no last names will be revealed), who is a very good football player. He’s an offensive lineman and one of the top recruits in the state of Virginia. A number of universities had been recruiting him and he made his selection known in a big ceremony covered by television and web sites. Suddenly, a kid who had to ask his parents for spending money will be getting thousands of dollars to spend on whatever he wants.
It was a week before the end of the senior school year, graduation was just two weeks away, when Clifford approached me after class. “Ms. Roberts, I have a request.”
I asked what it was, he said, “Well, I have all this money now that I’ve signed up to play for (redacted). I’ve shared some with parents and friends, but still have a lot of cash.”
“I hope you are investing some of it.” I said, ever the counselor of responsible decisions.
He said, “I’ve invested half of it, but still have some to spend on anything I want. I’ve lived on a tight budget. Mom and Dad take care of me, but money is tight. I’d like to know what it’s like to just spend money frivolously.”
“I see, and what will you be spending it on?”
He said, “I don’t want you to be offended. You are my favorite teacher. I really enjoyed your class and appreciate the advice you’ve given me.”
I had talked with him a few times about college life and his decision of where to go. Since I was about to graduate myself, I had a good perspective and he ultimately chose the same university that I was attending.
He continued, “As you know, boys have their fantasies and such and you are the prettiest teacher in our school.” He paused, then said, “I’d like to see you naked and would pay you for letting me.”
I was stunned. “Well, Clifford, I’m flattered, but it really is out of the question. I couldn’t do anything like that.”
He said, “Why not. Nobody would know. I’m sure you could use the money. Why not?”
I said, “Come on, Clifford, you know there are rules and laws about such things.”
He said, “Once I graduate, I’m no longer a student and there are no rules about what I can or can’t do.”
“If someone found out, I’d lose my job and my reputation would be ruined.”
He said, “Nobody would know. I promise. And you’re just a student teacher. You’ll take a permanent job somewhere else next year.”
That part was true. I would be taking a job at the other side of the state in the fall.
He went on, “I know there’s risk and you don’t know me very well but I’ve had a crush on you since you started teaching our class. I hope you don’t take offense, but you have a really nice figure and you wear very nice clothes. I’m not the only one who imagines what you would look like in your underwear or less.”
I was speechless for a few moments, thinking of what I should say.
He spoke before I could. “Do you have a boyfriend or anything? I wouldn’t want to mess anything up for you.”
I told him, “I’m not going with anyone.”
He said, “Well, what would be the harm in just undressing for me for a few minutes. I want to share my good fortune with the money I’m getting and would give you a thousand dollars.”
A thousand dollars was a considerable sum and I did have bills, including a student loan.
“I just can’t. It’s not appropriate for a teacher to do something like that with a student.”
He said, “But after graduation, I’m no longer a student and you’re no longer a teacher here. I’m not asking for sex or anything, I’d just like to see you naked.”
He was persistent, so to make him stop pestering me, I said, “I’ll think about it, okay.” My intention was to tell him I’d thought about it and the answer was no.
That night, I spoke to my roommate Debbie, another student teacher.
She said, “With the money they’re giving high school kids, it’s no wonder they think of things like this. They sit pornolar there and watch your little ass bouncing around and your titties jiggling and their raging hormones kick it. I’m sure some of your students jack-off, thinking about you naked. They’ve probably got boners in class. So when some fools give a kid thousands of dollars and he has nothing responsible to spend it on, why not pay to see your favorite teacher naked.”
What she said surprised me, but I saw the logic in what she was saying. “So, what should I do?”
She said, “Go for it. Strip for him. You’ve let your boyfriends strip you for free or just in return for dinner. I’d strip for the kid, but ask for two thousand, he’s got it.”
“Won’t I get in trouble?”
“Why? He’s an adult. You’re both done with the school. What’s the problem. You’ve stripped and fucked guys only a year or two older than him.”
“I’m not going to fuck him.”
“Okay, but you should do something to get him off, to fulfill his fantasy.”
“Maybe I’ll give him a hand-job?”
“Sure, or suck his dick. He may be rich and famous someday, a big NFL star, and you’ll be able to tell all your friends that you sucked his dick.”
I looked at her, knowing she was kidding. I wouldn’t tell anyone, certainly not everyone.
The next day, I encountered Clifford in the hallway. He asked, Ms. Roberts. Have you thought about my offer?”
“Are you serious?”
He said, “I am.”
“I don’t know. How would we do something without getting in trouble and I won’t do anything until we are both finished with school.”
He said, “I have a job helping the school custodian, so I have a key to the building. We can come into your classroom some night and you can teach me some things about anatomy.”
I laughed and said, “I’m sure you know plenty about female anatomy.”
He said, “I’ve only been with one girl and it was dark in the backseat of a car. I think I have a lot to learn.”
“So you want an assignment for extra credit?”
“So to speak, yes.” He said.
I said, “Well, okay I’ll do it for two thousand dollars.”
He immediately said, “Deal!” It made me wonder if I could’ve gotten more.
Two weeks later, after graduation and after my final evaluation and a reference from the school had been completed, Clifford called me on the phone.
“Hi Ms. Roberts. How about tomorrow night?” I thought about having him call me Cindy, but I thought he liked the formality of calling me Ms. Roberts, the hot teacher who he had imagined being naked.
I said, “Okay, but let’s do it late, so nobody will barge in on us.”
We arranged to meet in the school parking lot. I was wearing one of the sexier outfits I’d worn when teaching. I had a black skirt with a bit of a slit on the side. My blouse was tight and I wore a bra that emphasized the rise of my breasts. Heels and stockings completed my wardrobe with panties hidden beneath.
We got into the classroom. It was on the second floor, where no prying eyes could see us.
Clifford sat in the front row, like he sometimes did, and I began to write a lesson on the board. I started with some history, but then switched to biology. I was strutting my stuff with the skirt binding tightly to my ass. I casually undid one button on my blouse. I dropped the chalk and bent to pick it up, wiggling my ass at Clifford.
He asked me to repeat something I’d said. I leaned over his desk and repeated my comment for him. He had a nice look down my blouse and the top of my bra. I undid another button while he watched.
When I sat in the teacher’s chair for a moment, he laughed and said, “Oh yes. I remember trying to look up your skirt when you sat in your chair.”
I gave him a good upskirt view, with my legs apart. I raised my skirt, showing my legs to my thighs. The soft skin above the tops of my stockings is particularly nice. I slowly rolled one stocking down my leg, over the knee, onto my calf. I let my shoe dangle for a moment, then dropped it to the floor. I pulled the stocking over my foot, but Clifford’s attention was on higher sights. He could see my powder blue, silk panties that were covering my aroused pussy. I had stripped for boyfriends, but this was something special, stripping while teaching. I was teaching him about something other than history or biology.
I repeated what I was doing with my other stocking, but I did it sitting on his desk. I was a foot away from him. He could smell my perfume and he touched my bare thigh as I pulled the stocking down my leg. His hand roamed freely over my legs. We hadn’t discussed whether he could touch me, but I decided it would enhance the experience for him and I like to have my thighs caressed. His fingers gently explored xhamster my leg. He held my foot in his hand and even sucked one of my toes into his mouth. He licked the bottom of my foot. For an inexperienced high-school kid, he was doing pretty well at foreplay. I yielded to his stroking and spread my legs for him, one on each side of him with my crotch right before his eyes. He reached out and touched the front of my panties. His fingers traced the folds of my pussy through the smooth silk. I felt myself getting wet as he continued to explore. When his fingers slid under the leg-hole of the underwear, his fingers were on my naked flesh, sliding through the slippery folds, stroking my pubic hair and touching my clit. His hand on my cunt was arousing me and I was afraid of losing what self-control I still had.
I pulled away. I wanted to continue to tease him with my body. I was red-hot with desire and my pussy was dripping wet. I was the teacher and had to remain in control of the class.
I went back to the blackboard and continued to write on the board. On a whim, I began to sketch the human sex organs. I was talking and as I drew a penis, I said, “This is the male sex organ. Perhaps a volunteer could show the class an example of the real thing.” Clifford eagerly raised his hand.
“Clifford, why don’t you show us an example of the male genitalia?”
He stood and walked to the front of the classroom. He undid his trousers and dropped them to his knees. His shorts followed and I was impressed to see a substantial piece of human cock-meat. It looked like something out of a porno (or so I’ve been told).
He stood there, holding up his shirt, while I pretended to talk to the class, holding his prick and pointing out the different features of his package, his balls, the head of his prick, the little hole where the semen comes out. I rubbed the underside and explained to the phantom class how the organ became erect when stimulated. Clifford cooperated by becoming stimulated. His prick grew even larger. I had to focus on role-playing the teacher with the wonderful cock in my hand.
I said, “There are many ways to stimulate a penis.” I rubbed my hand over it and then I leaned down and kissed it. I said, “Let me demonstrate fellatio to the class. I sat on my teacher’s chair and sucked on Clifford’s dick. I was afraid he would come too soon, so I didn’t give him my grade A blow job, just a sample.
I resumed teaching in the front of the room. Clifford pulled up his pants and returned to his seat.
I pulled off my blouse and continued, wearing, panties a bra and a skirt. I’d put my shoes on to accent the shape of my legs. I drifted over near Clifford was sitting as I talked. I reached behind me and undid my bra. I let it fall to the floor and my breasts bounced free. They moved as I wrote on the blackboard, being sure to let Clifford see them jiggle. My nipples were hard and my areolas were crinkled.
I walked over and just leaned over his desk. He took the liberty of fondling them for the first time, rolling my nipples between his fingers. I was sure they were the nicest pair of tits he’d ever seen or handled.
I asked, “Are they like you imagined?”
“Better. They’re fantastic.”
I moved closer and pulled his innocent-looking face between my boobs, smothering him with my flesh. I saw his dick was out in his hand. I slapped at his wrist telling him, “That’s a bad boy, playing with your prick in class.”
I turned to the side and he undid the zipper on my skirt. When I released the button at my waist, the flimsy garment fell to the floor. Now I was teaching in just my panties and shoes. I could feel the silk sliding up into my crack in the back. I realized that I was really enjoying what I was doing, stripping. My pussy was wet and my entire body was aroused. I liked the kid and was pleased with myself.
I walked to Clifford and pressed my pelvis to his face. He inhaled the musky scent of my cunt and put his mouth on the front of my panties. His lips gripped my crotch through the panties and I emitted more of my female scent onto his face.
“Take them off.” I said to him.
He gently pulled on the sides of my panties, exposing the topmost portion of my bush. He rubbed his nose in my soft hair and put his hands on the cheeks of my ass as he exposed them. He moved his head back to he could get a close look at my pussy, the first pussy he’d had the opportunity to examine closely. As my panties came away, I pulled his face into my stomach. He put his nose in my navel and stroked my back.
I stood back and let my panties fall to the floor. I dropped my shoes and stood before him naked.
“Is this what you paid for?” I asked.
He said, “It’s japon porno worth every cent.”
I had fulfilled my obligation, but wasn’t done. I had and itch that needed to be scratched.
I dropped to my knees and pulled his pants down and pulled off his shoes and socks. He removed his shirt and sat before me naked.
“Has anybody ever sucked your cock?” I asked.
He said, “One time, but I finished too quickly.”
I said, “Well enjoy. This is what it’s like to have your cock in a girl’s mouth.”
I wrapped my lips around his dick and sucked him into the back of my mouth. My tongue swirled around the head of his cock, licking-up his precum. I licked the underside and held his balls in my hand. He was too big to deep throat, which was good, because I’m sure he would’ve come in my mouth. I needed to give him satisfaction but I needed it too.
I moved up and straddled his lap. As I lowered myself onto his big football-cock I asked him, “Did you ever imagine doing this when I was teaching.”
I put my tongue in his mouth before he could answer and sucked on it while my vagina engulfed his prick. He gasped and I felt him coming. He was quick on the trigger, typical for a high school boy, but rewarding for me to have him want me so much.
His dick deflated, but I kept it inside me. I looked at him and said, “You need to make me come if you want to get an A on this assignment.”
I rocked on his dick and sure-enough, he revived. The stamina of a young stud like Clifford is amazing. I wanted him to fuck me until I came and he was into it very quickly. His face mauled my breasts. He particularly enjoyed sucking on my tits and I loved his determination. His dick was back in strength and he humped his hips while I rocked on his lap.
I said, “You’re getting extra credit now.”
He said, “I’ve dreamt of doing this. It’s better than I imagined.”
“I’m glad you like it. Only special students get to fuck their teacher.”
“It’s like and advanced placement class.”
His big prick was stuffed up inside me. I felt it touching my cervix. I had fucked other men. I had a boyfriend for a year and there were two other guys, but Clifford was special. There was that bond between teacher and student. I know that sounds perverse, but it was there. I was mentoring him in the ways of the world. Teaching him how to make love to a woman.
I began to come. I looked at him and tried to talk, “This is what it looks like when you make a girl come.”
“Wow!”
“If you’re a good lover, you need to make her come before you do.”
“Really?”
“If you make her come, she’ll keep coming back for more.” I was out of breath. I stopped talking and he watched my face twist and my body shake as I experienced a wonderful orgasm.
Then I felt his semen coursing into me, the warm fluid washed through me, filling every nook inside me. He had his face in my breasts and was holding me tight. We were both sweating and out of breath. I slowly began to come down from a tremendous sexual high. I looked at him and smiled.
“That was wonderful.” I said.
He said, “It sure was. I’ve never done that before.”
“You’ve never screwed a girl?”
He said, “Nope. I was too embarrassed to tell you. I haven’t had much luck with girls.”
I said, “That’s going to change. You just need to have confidence in yourself. With that cock, your personality and being a football player, you’re going to have more pussy than you can handle. Those freshman girls, away from home for the first time, are going to be all over you.”
“Do you think so?”
“Absolutely. You’re a wonderful lover. Just do the things I’ve taught you. Be gentle and make sure you pay attention to her needs. You’ll do fine.”
I added, “Just make sure they’re on the pill like I am, or use a condom. Some young chippy will let you knock-her-up to entrap a famous football player.”
He nodded and we uncoupled. His semen was running out of me onto my leg. It was a very different feeling to be standing at the front of a classroom, naked.
He had one last request, a photo. I agreed to one, but he took two. I put my high-heeled shoes back on and stood in front of the blackboard with a piece of chalk. My tits were hard, my skin was glowing with an after-sex sheen and my hairy pussy at the top of my thighs provided a nice picture for him to remember his favorite teacher. I have a copy in my hidden files.
Oh, he paid me $2,500. I felt guilty about taking money because he was such a nice kid and I enjoyed fucking him, but he insisted. I gave him a tender kiss on the lips when we got to the parking lot. I knew he would remember me and knew he’d have a difficult time finding a girl to top what I’d done to him.
Believe it or not, Clifford emails me occasionally from school. He is getting a lot of pussy and he thanks me for the ‘extra credit work’. I showed him an advanced placement location for his dick is all. I’ll be watching him playing on TV.
Go (redacted)!