I'd finished my work and had absolutely nothing to do. I looked around the classroom; the clocked ticked rhythmically. Oh, great, thirty minutes left in class. I looked at the door and then back at him. Mr. Davis. He was looking over the notes for the day's lesson. I studied him. He had a creamy complexion- like a tanned peaches and cream. Today he had on a black shirt and beige khaki pants. Maybe it was just me but he looked all kinds of yummy. Yeah, I was his student aid and spent a lot of time with him but I couldn't understand why I was looking at him differently all of a sudden.
I must have been staring hard as hell at his chest because suddenly I looked up and found him looking back at me. His eyes were a sexy brown- bedroom eyes. I shivered. He mad a face (he does things like that to make the students laugh). But lately, I've notice that he made me smile a lot. It wondered what type of girl he went for. Blonde's, red-heads?
Now, I'm not a conventional beauty. Yes, I do have nice, soft mocha skin, deep chocolate eyes, and the blackest (it almost looks blue), softest, shoulder-length hair. It may sound nice but put all that on a 5'9", 240 pound girl and everything changes right?
Anyway, Mr. Davis started the lesson. His rich baritone voice messed with my senses. I looked at his hands. I wanted them all over me. My pussy twitched. I thought to myself, "Self, you are having an especially horny day. Calm the fuck down." But I couldn't. Not today. Not in his presence.
I stayed in my little world for the rest of the class-half paying attention to the lesson and half mentally ripping my 35 year old calculus teacher's clothes off.
Finally, the bell rang- throwing me back into reality. I immediately began to mentally kick myself in the ass. Idiot!! He's 35, you're 18, and he's your frigging teacher!!!
I was just about to leave the room (still mentally kicking my ass) when I heard his voice.
"Trish Elle?"
"Yes, Mr. Davis?"
"Will you be stopping by after school today?"
It was the way he asked that question that caused my pussy to start throbbing. "Do you need me to stop by?"
He gave me the look again. You know, that look that wakes something up in you- the look of pure lust. "Yes, I do."
"Ok, see you later." I walked out of the class in a daze. I was confused, excited, but most of all, horny as fuck.
I spent the day trying to calm down. He was my teacher after all. He probably had a girlfriend. He just needed me strictly for school stuff.
Boy was I wrong…
I was busy play-fighting with a group of friends and walked into his office about twenty minutes after the bell. He wasn't in there; I was used to that. He was probably talking to one of the other teachers. I went to the file cabinet and found it wouldn't open. I wasn't having a slow moment and just kept pulling on the drawer. It didn't register then that it was locked. I never heard him enter the office and lock the door.
"It doesn't matter ho hard you pull. It'll still be locked."
I jumped a foot. "Oh… that was a serious blonde moment there." I moved and sat down on the window settee. "So what did you need me for?"
He went to his desk and causally sat down. "I saw you in the hall playing."
"Oh, well, it was fun. Relieved a lot of stress."
"Is that all you do to relieve stress?"
"No."
He got up and went to get a cup of water. Being gallant, he got one for me as well. I was taking a sip when he said, "When was the last time you had sex?"
I nearly choked. "Excuse me?"
He repeated the question. I could only sit in silence.
"Trish Elle, there's no need to be shy with me. Nothing leaves this room."
"That's a really personal question, Mr. Davis."
"I know. Answer it." The tone of his voice suggested I not argue.
"Last year."
"That's a long time."
"Only if you think about it that way." I drained my cup. I was parched all of a sudden. I was getting more water when I felt him behind me. "Trish Elle, I've seen the way you look at me. You want me. Don't lie."
"Mr. Davis, I think about you but that's all it is. Thinking."
He turned me to face him and put my water down. "Then we need to change that." He moved in and kissed me. It was a small one but I pulled away.
"Don't."
"Why not?"
"You're my teacher and-"
"Right now, I'm just a man." He had a hard glint in his eyes that was mixed in with want.
"Why me? There are better looking-"
"You're beautiful, smart, and sexy as hell- Just know that I want you and I always, ALWAYS get what I want."
Holy shit. He was NOT playing.
He took my face in his hands and kissed me again. I didn't kiss him back; I just felt his lips on mine. Then he pulled away. "Give into me Trish Elle. It'll be so good." He slid his hand down to the buttons on my shirt and undid them. He placed his lips back on mine and I finally did as he asked; I gave in. I slowly started to kiss him back. His hand found the front clasp to my bra and then I felt his hands on my breasts. I gasped and he took that opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth. I could feel the juice dripping from my overheating pussy. I couldn't believe I was about to get royally fucked by my calculus teacher.
Mr. Davis slid my shirt and bra off and I stood before him topless. He looked me over. "Yes, that's what I want." He moved down and took a nipple in his mouth. The feel of his tongue on me made my pussy quiver. As he tasted me, he took off his shirt and moved my hands down to the waist band of his pants. "Undo it baby. Take my cock in your hands."
I unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zip, and let his pants fall. He wasn't wearing underwear. His cock wasn't really long but was unbelievably thick and smooth. I put my hand on it and he groaned. I couldn't get my hand to wrap around that cock all the way. I did what came natural, I started stroking it. He thrust his hip forward and I started to stroke it faster.
All of a sudden, Mr. Davis stopped and removed his shoes, socks, and pants. He stood before me naked then moved to sit at his desk. He gave me the bedroom eyes again. "Take the rest off."
"Mr. Davis-"
"Do it."
I looked at the painting above his desk as I took my shirt and panties off.
"That's a good girl. Now come over here."
I walked over to his desk and just stood there.
"Have you ever sucked a cock?"
"No, Mr. Davis."
"Call me David." He took my hand and pulled me in front of him. "Get on your knees and put it in your mouth."
"I-"
"Now."
I got on my knees between his legs and took the head of his cock in my mouth. I sucked it slowly. Then I felt his hands in my hair. "That's it baby. Take more of it in. Take as much as you can."
Because he was so thick, I could only put in half in my mouth. I was curious and sucked hard, the soft, and then I moved my lips back up to the head and flicked it with my tongue. I looked up at him as I sucked particularly hard.
"Ohhhhh fuck yes Trish Elle. That's it. Suck my cock. Yeeaahhh. Suck it, Suck it."
He was really turning me on. I sucked his cock to the best of my ability, twisting my lips all over it.
Then he stopped me. "That's enough. I don't want to cum yet. Sit on the desk."
I sat in front of him and he put my legs over his shoulders. He made one long lick from the bottom of my slit all the way up to my clit. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked hard, occasionally flicking his tongue against it. Fuck that felt good. I couldn't help the moans that escaped my lips. He moved his tongue down and slid it in. He fucked me with his tongue. Goddd, it felt soooo good. I felt that familiar tightening in my pussy; I was going to cum. I bucked my hips up to his mouth. He moved back to my clit and slid a finger inside. That was it. I started cumming. It felt like I was torn in two I came so hard. He kept his mouth on my clit, making me shiver.
David sat back in his chair and pulled me on top of him. "Fuck me baby. Take my cock inside." He put his cock at my slippery wet opening as he said this and pulled my hips closer, causing the head to pop in. We both moaned. I shifted, allowing half of his cock to move in.
Holy fuck I felt so stretched out. I wanted more. I rose up until only the tip was in and slid back down. This time, I took all of him in. A small moan escaped my lips. I moved slow, feeling every inch of him in me. Then I felt his lips on my nipples again. I moved a little faster. By this time, we were both moaning louder. I grinded on him and felt his thumb on my clit. I lost control. I rode him hard and fast, slamming down on his cock. He leaned me back a little and I felt him even deeper inside.
David groaned. "Yesss. Fuck me baby. Squeeze my cock with that tight little pussy. Yes… Fuck my cock. You love fucking my cock don't you?"
I moaned "Yes, I love fucking your cock."
"That sweet little pussy is mine, isn't it?"
"Yes, whenever you want it."
"That's my good girl."
I felt another delicious orgasm coming and so did he. He raised his hips on each one of my down-strokes, fucking me harder. Then he pinched my clit. I saw fireworks; I couldn't breath. With along moan, I came all over his cock, my juice running down his balls. I felt David slam his hips up and then his cock started jerking deep inside of me. He came so much it oozed out and around his cock. We both just sat there, breathing hard.
I didn't regret it but I was embarrassed. He must think me such a slut. I got up and got dressed. I was about to leave when he said, "Trish Elle, that was better than I thought it would be. But I'm still your teacher."
"I understand Mr. Davis."
"Good. I expect you in this office every Tuesday afternoon for more of our private little lessons."
"I turned quickly. "But I thought-"
"Your pussy is mine whenever I want it until you leave for college. I hope we have an understanding. Don't forget to study for your calculus exam tomorrow."
Shocked, I turned and walked out of the room. Driving home, I thought back on what just happened. I could still feel his cum inside me. I smiled. This would be a very interesting senior year. |
