Carl sat in the study room, his head in his hands; it just didn’t go in. He didn’t get advanced algebra in school, and he didn’t get it now.
“Ms Dawson, I can’t do this,” he complained. They’d been trying for an hour, and he felt he was no further forward than when they started. She studied him over the rim of her glasses.
“Yes, you can, Carl.”
She pointed to a question. “Try this one. What’s the integral of 2x?”
He stared at the page.
“C’mon, Carl, you asked me to help you. You’re at university now. If you don’t pass my exam on Friday, then I’ll have to fail you,” she said.
His head fell into his hands, and she pointed at the question again.
“Think about what we went through earlier.”
“Ms Dawson, I can’t. My brain is fried. We’ve been sitting here for an hour.”
She stood up and walked to the window. It was still raining. Her skirt hugged her ass, the faint outline of her knickers visible. Carl stared for a few seconds and then quickly looked away.
“Maybe you just need some… motivation,” she said playfully. He could swear that he saw a naughty grin curl from the corner of her mouth, but dismissed it as his imagination playing tricks.
His heart beat faster, “um… Like what?”
She stepped towards his desk and lightly pushed herself against it, pulling her skirt tight and her blouse down a fraction. Carl tried to keep his eyes on the desk rather than the heaving bosom inches from his face.
“Well, for every question you get right… I’ll let you ask me any question you like about me.”
He looked up at her.
“Anything?” he asked.
She paused and leaned into his personal space, her eyes rolled as she contemplated his question. “…. Anything at all,” she whispered. Her breath tickled his ear, and he could smell her intoxicating perfume. For a moment, he got lost in his thoughts as he breathed her in. He caught himself as the room came back into focus. She looked expectantly at him. Her glasses were back in place.
“Well?” she asked, “Do we have a deal?”
The thought of being able to ask her any question was exciting. Suddenly, his mind raced with all kinds of things he wanted answers to. His stomach fluttered.
“Um… Yeah, sounds good, Ms Dawson,” he managed to say, his breath trembled.
Half an hour passed, and he’d now started to get more answers right than wrong; his concentration had flipped to being hyperfocused. The thought of Friday’s exam had been pushed to the back of his mind, that no longer interested him. He got more excited the more he discovered about his maths professor, and with each correct answer, he’d thought of bolder questions to ask, but she accepted them with no issues or complaints. In fact, he thought he was probably more embarrassed than she was.
As they started the next maths problem, a thought crept into his head. He’d already found out most things about her, but how far could he push this? The next question came, and without a pause, he answered with ease, and she beamed at him.
“Right again. You’re getting really good. I don’t think there’ll be much left to tell you about me at this rate,” she joked.
Carl laughed.
“So what do you want to know this time?”
He thought about his question. Did he go with the risky one or stick with another boring one about her hobbies?
“Hmmmm,” he said.
“Remember, it can be anything you like. I’m not shy,” she giggled.
Did she want him to ask the risky one? She’s almost encouraging him to.
“OK,” he decided and took a deep breath. “Is the rumour about you and Mr Brown true?”
She frowned at him.
“Oh,” she said, “I’ve not heard anything. What is it?”
“Well…um… I’ve heard that you gave Mr Brown a blowjob in his office.”
She stared at him, silent. He stared wide-eyed at her, as he’d just done something horrific, and guilt washed over him.
“Sorry… I shouldn’t have said that.”
She slumped back in her chair and breathed out a loud sigh.
“No, I did say anything… though that’s highly inappropriate.” She looked at Carl with a mix of anger and knowing that she did make the deal in the first place, “honestly, it was a one-time thing. I was lonely and just needed someone. It just happened.”
Carl shifted awkwardly. “Sorry, Ms Dawson. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“As I said, it’s fine,” She said matter-of-factly, brushing it off like any other question. “Shall we do the next question?”
Another one that he answered easily. She smiled. “Honestly, Carl, I think you held back earlier just to pry into my private life. Go on… what’s your next question? Are you gonna ask if he was any good?”
Carl’s face burned. “No… It’s fine,” he lied.
He sat for a moment. He really wanted to ask more about her sex life; he felt a thrill about knowing the deepest desires and secrets of his professor, but wasn’t sure if she’d become annoyed by his perving into her sex life. He decided to push a little further and see if she was still happy to answer.
“Did you have sex with him?” he blurted.
Her eyes widened at his question.
“Honestly, Carl. What’s with the interest in my sex life all of a sudden?” She said, her voice carrying a mild irritation. “No, once he’d… finished in me, I got dressed and left. I have needs, too, but it didn’t go further.”
Carl blushed, and he felt a shift in his trousers.
“Next question,” he panicked.
She let his panic hover for a few seconds.
“For you or me?” Her voice had changed to a more playful tone.
Carl looked puzzled; he’d meant a maths one, but was she letting him ask another?
“You’ve done so well, I’ll let you ask a bonus question, if you want?” she said.
“Erm… OK,” he shuffled. He was beginning to feel really awkward, and his cheeks were burning.
Carl was suddenly aware of the fabric of his underwear rubbing against him; his cock was semi-erect and very distracting. He became conscious of how much her blouse gaped at the top, flapping open a touch and allowing him to see her creamy flesh and a rogue red bra strap. He inhaled slowly, his heart hammering against his chest.
“I…erm…dunno. Erm…”
She followed his gaze to her cleavage, her mouth curled at the corner.
“I think I know your question,” she said as she leaned closer. Her perfume once again filled his nose. She smelled amazing, and her angle allowed him to see further down her blouse with breasts bulging inside her bra.
“You’d like to see these, wouldn’t you?” she asked, pushing her tits together.
He gave her a tight nod.
“Now Carl, I can’t do this unless you phrase it as a question, that’s the deal, remember? A question, not a request.”
Carl froze, his eyes locked onto the top of her tits, his mouth was suddenly dry, and his throat felt like sandpaper. He forced a swallow. “P…P…Please… Ms Dawson… can I see your… boobs?”
“Call me Sally.” She winked. “We know that it’s not appropriate for me to do that. But you’ve been exceptionally good and framed it as a question, so it’s part of the deal…”
She closed her eyes for a second and inhaled a slow, deep breath before carefully undoing the buttons on her blouse, allowing it to flow open and reveal her lace red bra. Carl’s eyes widened, and he took in every inch of her perky form.
Sally smiled at him and rubbed her thighs together. “You can touch them if you want,” she said softly. Carl flicked his eyes to her face, gauging whether this was some kind of sick joke, but she looked back at him with a playful expression that carried no malice. She was no longer his maths tutor; she was teaching him something far more intimate. He leaned forward, cupping her through the fabric, and she let out a soft moan as he massaged her tits.
Then, after a minute, gaining some confidence, he licked her soft, smooth, creamy flesh, which bulged from its fabric prison. Her hands reached behind, unclasping her bra. She pushed it down to him.
“You can… do more,” she whispered, her voice shaking slightly.
Carl’s fingers and lips explored her bare breasts, his mouth gravitating to her nipples, which he sucked on hard and flicked with his tongue. His cock was now fully hard, and his underwear strained against the pressure. Sally’s eyes closed as her inhibitions melted away, her hands guiding him and teasing her further. Her breath was growing heavy, and she shifted slightly as Carl continued to assault her tits. He bit her nipple, and her eyes snapped open.
“Ow, Carl. Not so rough…” she cried. “Well, not there anyway. If you want to be a bit rougher, then you will…erm… have to focus elsewhere.” A naughty smirk spread over her face.
She pulled his hands away, then rose from her seat and turned away from him, bending over and pushing her ass out towards him.
“Do you want to touch my ass?” she asked, “You know, as a reward, of course.”
Carl stared at his professor’s ass, it was lovely and round, not too big but not a small one either. His cock pressed hard against his pants, and he shifted uncomfortably. Hesitantly, he reached out and lightly brushed her firm ass. The fabric stretched across her cheeks as he stroked his hand over the material, feeling her smooth curves as he glided over her cheeks. His fingers curled slightly as he dug into her fabric-covered flesh, and he pushed his fingers into the material, squeezing her with the tips of his fingers.
She let out a gasp as he gripped her.
“Is it what you thought?” she asked.
“Better,” he replied.
He leaned forward and smelled her, the perfume mixed with a sweet aroma from under her skirt. She pushed her ass back into his palms, and a whispered moan escaped her. His cock strained painfully against his trousers; the increasing pressure was causing him great discomfort. His face burned, and desire grew quickly. Feeling more confident, he pulled the skirt over to her ass, exposing her black knickers.
She gasped.
Before he could react, she grabbed his hand and guided his palm between her legs and pushed him against her knickers. Carl’s fingers immediately felt how damp she was; her knickers were soaking, her juices sticking to his fingers.
“What do you think? You’re not the only one feeling a bit erm… horny, Carl.”
Her cheeks reddened; she’d just admitted to a student that she was ‘gagging for it’. Carl thought, but not for long; he was becoming a slave to his burning desires. His dick strained against his trousers, and he really needed to relieve the pressure. Then her hand reached down and stroked his bulge.
Electricity coursed through his body, his chest thumped, and his cock trembled with her caress. He couldn’t take it anymore. Caught halfway between torture and the animal urge to have her there and then, he unzipped his trousers and pulled his trunks forward so that his cock sprang out.
Sally felt the shift in his stance and felt his head press against her fabric. Her pussy ached with how much she needed — no, wanted him inside her and grabbed her knickers at the top, wriggling her hips so they fell to her ankles.
Immediately, her sweet scent filled his nostrils, and a primal urge swept over him. She was no longer his professor; she was a beautiful woman whom he had to fuck right now. He could smell her delicious aroma radiating from her bare pussy. She giggled as his cock tickled her labia, and she bit her lip. She bent further forward, giving Carl a complete view of her bare, glistening pussy. His cock hurt with how hard it was, and she scooped up her knickers and balled them up in her hand.
“Here, you need to keep your voice down, so bite down on these.” With that, she shoved her knickers into his mouth, and the smell of her cunt made the room melt away. She bent herself over the desk, and her tits flattened against the hard wooden surface, flipping up her skirt and raising her left knee next to her hips, ready to receive him.
“Time for your prize,” she whispered. “Fuck me, Carl. I’m so wet, and you’re hard. I want to feel you inside me.”
Carl froze for a second and thought about everything that had just happened in the last few minutes. His cock stood poised, ready to fuck his teacher, her knickers already in his mouth. He would be a fool not to finish the job now. Eagerly, he positioned his tip at her glistening entrance, pausing for a brief second to admire the view. Fucking hell, she was gorgeous, easily better than any woman he’d had before.
Not waiting a second longer, he slowly pushed forward and brushed her lips with his cock as he sank it inside of her. Instantly, he felt her hot, silky smooth walls, and he glided his shaft further until his crotch met her ass.
“Ahhhhhh, that feels so fucking good,” she moaned as he pushed up to his base. She pressed her ass back into him, and he stared at the soft cheeks as they jiggled with each thrust into her.
Taking the initiative, she rocked against his shaft, pulling him from his erotic trance. He copied her, moving his hips in a gentle rhythm until he’d settled into it.
“Fuckkkkk,” he moaned as her pussy gripped his length; the sensation was incredible.
He sped up, his enthusiasm starting to show as their bodies slapped together and echoed around the room.
“YES!!! Fuck me, Carl,” she panted.
He felt her squeeze on his cock again, and a groan escaped her. Feeling brave, he slapped her ass, and she whined. A cool sensation hit his leg as her juices ran down him.
“Harder! Fuck me harder!! Fucking ruin me, Carl,” she demanded.
He obliged and slammed into her, thrusting each time as deep as he could, his tip crashing into her cervix and pushing a deep moan from her.
“Ohhhhh, Unnnggghh!!” she cried.
His breathing had become heavy, and his moans muffled by her knickers, he could feel the pressure building as her walls clenched harder on him. Then, he felt his dick swell inside her.
“FUUCCKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!” she screamed.
His cock pulsed as ropes of warm cum spurted from his head inside her, filling her with his seed. His hips trembled as he pumped continuously into her pussy, her cries barely audible over his breath. He continued to thrust deep into her as his balls emptied, eventually slumping over her back, completely spent.
She panted as he eventually pulled out of her, his spunk splashing on the floor; a line of his cum ran down her leg. She turned back to face him and snatched her knickers from his mouth.
“Fucking hell, Carl, that was good. Like really fucking good. Do you have any idea what you just did to me?”
He grinned and gawped as she pulled her knickers back over her soaking slit as she straightened her skirt. She was still stunning, and his cock twitched again. She then reached for her bra and blouse and finished getting dressed.
His dick flopped in front of him.
“You’d better put that away,” she gestured.
He giggled, and she cupped it one more time before he pulled his underwear up. She looked at him and smiled.
“Do you have any more questions?” she asked.
Carl blinked.
“Sally, can we have another study session this week?”
She kissed him on the cheek and let her breasts brush his chest.
“This week? How’s your tomorrow looking?”
A smile spread over his face.
“See you then,” she said.
She turned and slowly walked away. Carl watched her ass sway in the skirt and the slight glisten of his spunk sparkle on her leg.