After knocking on his office door twice, I finally heard a low grunt telling me to come in. The door was heavy as I walked through, letting it slam behind me, the room only half-lit. I hadn’t seen Mr. Smith in three years since I graduated high school, but I thought of him often. I always thought he was a good-looking teacher, but once in senior year he accidentally bumped into me and I felt his cock hard against my stomach. That feeling and his smoky eyes have brought me to many orgasms.
“It’s dark in here,” I said, finding him with his head buried in the computer screen, eyes intent on whatever he was working on.
“The fluorescents bother me,” he said without looking up. “What do you need?” He finally glanced up, but then back down at the screen quickly, waiting for an answer.
“I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to stop through and see how the old school was doing,” I lied, knowing damn well I came here for him. I took a few steps closer to his desk, urging him to look at me again, taking my jacket off and setting it on a desk. My silk blouse and no bra made my nipples visible and craving his gaze that he did not want to spare. The last time I saw Mr. Smith I left crying after being rejected. Very silly now that I think back on it. He said I was too young and that he was married. As an eager eighteen-year-old, I had been so sure of myself, I had a lot to learn.
I’m still young, but at least old enough to drink now, and he’s still married. But this time I talked to his wife first. Her face was surprised at first, then turned interested. “I don’t tell my husband what he can and can’t do with his cock, he can do as he chooses.” Her eyes looked me up and down when asked if she thought he would want to. It was a little embarrassing being grilled by your crush’s wife about why you want him, but I stuck it out and she seemed okay.
He glanced up again for a split second while typing, not missing a beat. “Have you been to any other teachers room’s dressed like that?” He asked with a smirk. I looked down at myself to see that yes, my nipples were hard and the black skirt I was wearing rode very high up my thighs.
“Only yours,” I say, walking around the side of his desk to be closer. His phone buzzes and we both look down at it. A message from his wife that we both read: Have a fun afternoon, she said she wants to be your good girl.”
After a moment of silence, he stands up, pushing me slightly against the desk and bends down close to my ear while grabbing my nipple and squeezing. “Do good girls parade around their old high schools with their tits out begging to have their pussies fucked by men twice their age?” His voice was low and growly, almost intimidating, but mostly sexy, and I felt myself get wetter.
“No Mr. Smith, they don’t,” I panted.
“Is that what you want? You want this little pussy fucked?” He asked, moving his hand down and under my skirt, rubbing me through my panties.
“Yes. Yes, please.”
“Take all your clothes off except your panties and sit on my desk with your legs spread,” He demanded. He walked over to the door to lock it and make sure the blinds were closed. On his way back to the desk he unbuttoned his flannel he had on and took it off, which left him in a white t-shirt and jeans that hugged his ass nicely. I had done what he asked and was sitting on his desk with my legs apart, only a black thong left on me.
“You talked to my wife?” He asked, sitting back in his chair in front of me, staring between my legs. His hand reached for my calf and began to rub, moving its way up slowly.
“Yes, she was very nice.”
This brought a small laugh from him. “I’m sure she was. And what did she say?” His voice was still low, not the way he sounded while teaching at all.
“She said you can fuck whoever you want with your cock,” I managed to get out while watching his hand move farther up my leg.
“She’s right about that. If I want to fuck you now I will, and if I wanted to three years ago when you came at me with your pouty lips, trying to push your big tits in my face, I would have.” His hand has made it up my thigh and is so close to my pussy he can probably feel the wetness. “Tell me, Allison, have you been thinking of me for the last three years? Have you been thinking of me since that day I pushed this hard cock against you in class?” His eyes met mine when he asked.
“I didn’t know you did that on purpose.”
“You were always traipsing around in those tight little pants and tank tops that barely held your tits in, walking by my desk, flitting your eyes, trying to turn me on. I thought feeling my cock might scare you, keep you away, but it only seemed to spur you on.”
His finger traces the outline of my panties slowly before reaching inside, just barely brushing against my opening. His eyes have turned dark and his voice even lower now. My eyes are on his while he stares between my legs. He puts one finger inside me briefly before running it back up and circling my clit with my juices.
“Sometimes I think of you when I touch myself,” I say, remembering he asked a question. I do think of that moment often and want more.
“What about when someone else is fucking this little pink pussy? Do you think of me then?” He licks his lips, still staring at my pussy with my panties pushed to the side, and moves his finger in and out of me. He still has his jeans on, but I can see a bulge threatening to tear them apart.
“Sometimes,” I answer.
“Sometimes?” he says. “From now on, if you really want to be my good little girl, you’re going to think of me every time some guy puts his dick in you. Your orgasms are mine now, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mr. Smith, I understand.”
“Good girl, now take off those panties and turn yourself around on that desk. I want your ass in the air.”
I turn around, getting on my hands and knees on his desk, just barely fitting. I can hear him unzipping his jeans and turn to look. His shirt was off and he was pulling his pants and underwear down. His cock is hard as a rock and even bigger than I thought it would be. My mouth waters at the sight of it.
“Mr. Smith, can I please suck your cock?”
“I told you I’ll put it where I want it and when and you’ll take it,” he said, lining himself up behind me. “If I want it in your mouth, or this tight little ass, I’ll put it there. But right now I want this wet pussy.”
Even though I was dripping wet, it took a minute for him to get his thick cock all the way inside me, I’m not used to someone so big. I tried to keep my moans quiet, knowing other teachers were still in the school, but it was difficult.
“I should spank this ass,” he said, rubbing it instead, “to show you what happens when you’re not good, but we have to be quiet here.”
He started pumping inside me, slow at first but then faster, I had a hard time holding onto the desk while I took his cock. He grabbed my hip with one hand and started rubbing my clit with his other while keeping a fast rhythm going. The pressure was building and building inside me until I came all over his cock, trying so hard to not cry out.
“That’s right,” he whispered into my ear as I was coming down, “that’s how good girls cum on me. Now turn around and suck your cum off this cock.”
I turned around, barely able to stay on my knees, but knowing I had to. I could only get about half his cock in my mouth at first, licking up and down, tasting my own juices. He began pumping into my mouth, pushing himself in farther. My long brown hair was already in a ponytail and he was using that to his advantage, grabbing it and pulling my head into him. When I started to gag he kept going, moaning and kneading my tits with his other hand. He slowed down some and pulled my head away from him and our eyes met, both still filled with lust.
“Now lay back down with your legs spread again,” he demanded. “Play with your tits while I fuck you.”
I spread my legs, letting him get a good look at me opening to him, giving him all of me. He slipped back inside of me quickly and pushed two of his fingers inside my mouth, telling me to get them wet. Then, while pumping in and out of my pussy, his finger started making its way into my ass.
“You’re so tight here, is this a virgin ass?”
I had never even considered he might want me there, I’d never done it before. “Yes,” I said, “no one’s ever touched me there.” It felt really good the way he was circling the entrance and just barely dipping his finger in. I wanted more, but was worried about how big his cock was.
“This time I’ll be easy on you, but be ready for my cock next time.”
I kept squeezing my nipples and playing with my tits like he told me to do while he continued fucking me. One hand circled my clit while the other moved in and out of my ass. Every part of my body was on edge and I thought I might pass out from pleasure.
“I’m getting ready to cum, where do you want it?” he asked.
“Please cum inside my pussy Mr. Smith, please. I want you to fill me up so I can feel you later,” I begged. Just as I was begging him he tipped my ass up and hit the perfect spot that sent me over the edge, spiraling into an amazing orgasm. My body lost total control and I know I was louder this time. He grabbed my hips and pulled me in tighter to him as he poured himself into me, giving me every last drop.
He put his clothes on first while I was still laid out on his desk. After he was dressed, he grabbed my panties and put them on for me, pushing some of his cum that had trailed out back into me, then handed me the rest of my clothes.
“You did a good job taking this big cock,” he said, placing gentle kisses around my mouth. “Maybe you can be my good girl after all.”
