7 comments/ 64807 views/ 9 favorites Teacher's Pet Ch. 01 By: abbeynormal I love autumn. Cooler temperatures and bright foliage make being outside during the days so much more pleasant. And in the fall, my students tend to be a little more focused than in the spring. You see, I teach at a small Midwestern university. It is my second year here and I am also a student myself, working on my PhD. Also, because of my age (barely three years older than some of my students) I tend to run a pretty tight ship in the classroom. Of course, part of my stern classroom demeanor can be traced directly to my upbringing. My homelife was a model of order and discipline, one not normally seen in a middle-class WASP household in Springfield, Illinois. In my senior year of high school I became friends with an exchange student from Japan. She came home with me after school one day to work on a history project and afterwards claimed that her life back home near Nagasaki wasn't as regimented as mine was. While my parents weren't ones to beat us black and blue, they were firm believers in the old adage of 'spare the rod and spoil the child'. I was far from perfect as a child and received my share of spankings. As with everything else in my life, they were regulated almost to the point of being ritualized. Certain infractions merited a certain number of whacks on the butt. Children under the age of ten got spanked with a hand. After that, the old ping-pong paddle came into play. A long hug always followed a spanking along with an admonition to behave better the next time. The combination of high expectations and the butt-warming I got when I failed to meet them served me well. I was able to graduate high school a year early and finished my bachelor's degree in three years by taking a full load every semester as well as summer classes and being able to test out of some required classes. Though I hadn't actually set out to become a teacher, I enjoyed it quite a bit and I tried to share my sense of discipline with my students. I taught two sections of Introductory Psychology and tutored undergraduate students as well. Generally, those students needing one-on-one help were majoring in one of the social sciences and just needed some short-term assistance. Ron Matthews, a senior majoring in Chemical Engineering didn't fit that mold. He came from a discipline where either your equations balanced or something bad was likely to happen but I was assisting him with Abnormal Psychology which is known as much for its exceptions as for its rules. I did some digging and found out why he had been assigned to me. He was a forward on the basketball team and needed to maintain his GPA in order to keep his scholarship and his position on the team. I then checked his academic records and verified that he had taken a section of introductory psychology as a freshman so he'd at least been exposed to the basic concepts. However by the end of the fourth week of class, it was becoming apparent that he was out of his element, which I suppose, was why he had been assigned to me. When I first got the assignment, I went to his class to introduce myself and set up a time to work with him. I'd tutored jocks before and had found them to be notoriously unreliable when it came to making first contact. The professor pointed him out to me and I watched him carefully in class. He was tall and nicely built with dark eyes and brown hair; though I learned later I would rarely see it since he seemed to wear a baseball cap everywhere. His sense of humor appeared to be permanently 'on' and he was always ready with a joke that made it appear he understood far more of the material than his test scores reflected. That same cavalier sense of humor carried over to our tutoring sessions and I soon became exasperated with him. I knew he wasn't dumb by any stretch of the imagination. His grades in his major subjects were all well above the the university's minimum requirements but it appeared he felt he could bluff his way through this class. When I finally had enough of his wise-ass remarks I tore into him, not caring that we were in a study room of the library where we should have been quieter. "What the hell is your problem, Ron? Professor Donigal has told you that you're in danger of a failing grade for the mid-term and yet you still walk in here unprepared. Granted I'm supposed to be helping you but I can't do the work for you. When are you going to wake up and realize that your scholarship is on the line? God, if I were Coach McKinley, I'd take you over my knee and paddle that message into your butt." He looked absolutely stricken. I had tried pleading and cajoling since day one and that hadn't worked but losing my temper seemed to be having an effect. His face turned very red and I thought I saw perspiration break out on his upper lip. "You would?" The words were barely audible as he looked at the floor and I was certain his mouth and throat had gone dry. "Well," I said, a bit softer and now blushing myself as I was about to reveal something rather personal. "It was how my parents got the message through to me." "Maybe you should try that some time." His words were so soft and with his head hung low, I wasn't entirely sure I heard him correctly. "Ron, look at me," I said sternly. I could see a slight tremble in his hands as he raised his head. "Are you suggesting that a spanking would improve your performance in this class?" He half nodded and half shrugged and I was thoroughly confused by the mixed message I was getting. I had never even considered meting out corporal punishment to a student. Not only did I feel that it was rather silly at this age, I couldn't see myself striking someone. On the other hand, it seemed he was almost looking forward to this. I gave myself a mental shake to divert my thoughts away from possibility of giving his well-muscled ass a spanking. "Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that," I finally managed to say. "Now, your mid-term exam is next week. Tomorrow, we're going to review anxiety disorders and I expect you to be prepared." I was thankful that I was able to suppress the tremble in my voice long enough to sound assertive and authoritarian. I remained seated in order to jot down some notes on my calendar while he stood up and so I was surprised to see that he didn't leave immediately but instead stayed there on the other side of the table. "Thank you, Cindy." "You're welcome," I replied looking up at him. As I turned my attention from his face, I became aware of the tightness in his jeans right at his crotch. I could feel my face turn red and I quickly looked down to my calendar, refusing to look up again until long after I heard the door to the study room snap closed behind him. Was it possible that the threat of a spanking actually turned him on? Well, of course it was possible. I had, after all, studied all sorts of fetishistic behaviors while working on my Masters degree. Though I supposed that for most people who enjoyed this kink, the actual spanking was the turn-on, not necessarily the anticipation, it couldn't be discounted that the build-up could be exciting as well. I knew I couldn't dwell on this subject or my thoughts would end up someplace completely inappropriate. The next morning I had class until noon and as soon as I was finished, I checked my voicemail. There was a message from Ron saying something had come up which would prevent him from showing up for our tutoring session. I wasn't happy to hear it, as I knew he really needed the help but found a way to occupy that hour of my afternoon. The following day I got a similar message from him. I checked with Professor Donigal and found out that he had been in class that morning but had been subdued and didn't really participate other than to ask a few questions about the mid-term exam. Really steamed now, I marched to Coach McKinley's office and let him know that his star forward was not only in danger of getting a failing grade for mid-term but that he'd also missed two scheduled tutoring sessions. Unfortunately, he wasn't there and I had to content myself with leaving him a message that I wanted to talk to him about Ron's grades. Friday morning, Ron called me before I went to class and asked if we could reschedule for after dinnertime. While I didn't have a problem with it, I wasn't sure we'd be able to get a study room in the library and told him so. "I'll make arrangements for a room. I've got a friend who works in the library and he'll help me out. Just meet me by the main circulation desk at 7:00." "All right," I agreed hastily, ending the call and getting to my own class. At 6:55 that night I walked into the library and went to the circulation desk. Ron was easy to spot as he was clearly the tallest person in the area. While I don't consider myself short at 5'8", it still felt like he towered over me, especially since I was dressed so casually in sweats and tennis shoes. I felt almost underdressed when I realized he was wearing a blue oxford shirt and khaki chinos with nice leather loafers. I wondered what he had been doing earlier in the day that required this kind of attire. Every other time I'd seen him, he was always in jeans and a t-shirt. It took a moment for me to realize that he was also bare-headed. That was truly a surprise for me since I had never seen him without his baseball cap. "Well, don't you look nice," I said as I approached him. "You must have a date after our session tonight so let's get started. What room are we in?" "I'm afraid Bill couldn't come through for me. Would you mind if we went over to my apartment? It's just a couple of blocks from here." I rolled my eyes and went to double check to see if there was anything available that we could use. However, with midterms so close, all the facilities were booked. The rules of the library stated that the rooms would be held for only fifteen minutes past the time of reservation and after that they were up for grabs. I considered waiting around and to see if we could nab one but I didn't want to delay our session any longer than necessary. "Since we really don't have time to see if someone doesn't show up, I guess your place will have to do," I sighed and turned to walk out of the building. With his long legs, he immediately closed the gap between us and soon we were out of the building. The air was cool and crisp and the temperature urged me to walk quickly. I decided to not waste any more time and began to quiz him on various attributes of anxiety disorders. While he answered more correctly than I expected, I also reasoned that he'd had two extra days to study and should have been getting even more right. He seemed to be in high spirits and wasn't at all bothered by the number of wrong answers he was giving me. It wasn't long before we were standing at the side of an old Cape Cod style house. He fumbled with the keys for a second and then led me up the exterior stairs and into a dark foyer. He unlocked the door and let me in first. I was rather surprised to find the place to be tidy and well cared for. I recalled far too many friends from my undergraduate days whose residences looked like they should have been condemned. This apartment encompassed the entire upstairs of the old house. While the eat-in kitchen wasn't large, the living room and two bedrooms appeared to be rather spacious. He offered me a seat, which I took and something to drink, which I declined. My impatience had been growing and I just wanted to get this over with. For the next thirty minutes I worked with him but he didn't seem to be putting in the same amount of effort that I was and at the end of that half hour I'd finally had enough. I was angry and on my feet, about to leave and wash my hands of this situation. "Where are you going?" he asked as I threw my things into my backpack. "Back to my apartment where I'm going to email Professor Donigal and Coach McKinley and resign as your tutor." He was on his feet in a flash, towering over me. "You can't do that!" he insisted. "Like hell, I can't. No one can force me to spend five hours a week with you when it's blatantly obvious that it's not helping you a bit. You're just not willing to do the work!" He sputtered and tried to come up with something. "Look, Ron, I've begged. I've cajoled. I've even threatened, which by the way is the only thing that came close to making an impression on you, and you're still just as lazy as you were when we started." He grabbed my arm, his fingers making deep impressions in my bicep and tricep. "Please, don't go. I'll do anything." "Let go of me!" I demanded, staring at him with a fierce glare. I knew that if it came down to a match of raw physical strength, I'd lose but I prayed that strength of will would work. After a moment it did, but he was slow in loosening his grasp. I tried to keep myself under control but my anger was so strong at that point I could feel it slipping away. His hasty attempt at an apology did nothing more than fuel my fire. "Cindy, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." I didn't give him a chance to finish. "Shut up!" "What?" "Shut up and give me your belt!" I commanded. A dazed look came over him and I'm sure we were both a little surprised when he complied. Slowly the leather slipped through the loops of his pants. When it was free, he loosely coiled it around his long fingers before handing it to me. All the time he kept his eyes glued to the floor. "Turn around," I instructed. "Huh?" "Turn. Face the coffee table." He took three slow and methodical steps to change directions. "Now, pull down your pants." He spun his head and upper body around to look at me. I don't know if it was fear or anticipation that colored his face but his cheeks were red. "What?" "You heard me. Drop your drawers." His hands trembled slightly as he fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants but soon the fabric was pooled around his ankles exposing a pair of cartoon character boxer shorts. "Taz, too," I directed, indicating that the shorts were to be taken off as well. In that moment, it was as if I were channeling my mother, except that was far from dead. Anyone in our family, however, would have recognized the expression on my face as the one she assumed as she prepared to mete out discipline on the backside of one of her children. Even the direct, no-nonsense tone of voice I assumed was a perfect copy of hers. "Bend over and place your hands flat on the coffee table," I instructed as soon as his ass was uncovered. He paused for a moment and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before he complied. I waited until he appeared to be settled into position and then cited a litany of his 'crimes' in the same way that my parents had done when I was younger. "Ronald Gregory Matthews, you have failed to properly prepare for your midterm exam in Abnormal Psychology and compounding this, you have not shown the proper respect for your classmates, your professor or your tutor. All other efforts to help you have fallen on deaf ears and because of that you are now going to be spanked." I detected a slight trembling in his thighs but wasn't sure if it was caused by nervousness or simply from his position. I made note of it but continued. "For your infractions, you will be given 25 lashes with your own leather belt and you will count every stroke out loud." The tremor in his legs increased. I wondered if he realized just how painful this was going to be. Though I had no experience of it myself, a cousin had once shared that her parents preferred a belt for extremely bad behavior and that a braided belt hurt worse than a solid leather strap. I looked at the intertwined strips of leather as I grasped the buckle and wrapped some of the length around my hand. I couldn't see how it would be worse but I didn't think that was the kind of thing she'd lie to me about. I put my left hand on his back as a way of preparing him for what was about to happen. We both took a deep breath at the same time but he let his out far slower than I did mine. **Crack** The first stroke came down across his well-muscled gluteals and he flinched. The word 'one' came through his gritted teeth. I paused for a moment before letting loose with the second swat, this one falling slightly below the first. Again he grunted, this time on the word 'two'. The next three strikes came fairly rapidly and with less control. His hamstrings shook hard when an errant swat fell across them. I stopped for a moment to get a grip on myself. I felt his ribcage expand and contract beneath my hand as his breath came rapidly. I took a few deep breaths myself before I calmed down and started again. The rest of the swats came in measured cadence as if I had a metronome inside me and I watched his bottom turn from pink to red to an angry magenta. By the time I was finished his entire body was shaking and his breath was coming in ragged gasps. I could feel perspiration on my brow and on his back under my hand. He didn't make any attempt to stand up straight, but stayed bent over with his hands still on the coffee table. Not a word escaped his lips after he finished counting. The longer I stood there with his belt still in my hand, the worse I began to feel. I couldn't believe what I had done. His ass must feel as if it were on fire. I contemplated going to the kitchen to get some ice and see if I could mitigate the damage but my feet seemed to be rooted to the floor. An apology began to form on my lips when I heard him. "Thank you, Cindy." Now I was even more stunned. Why on earth would he be thanking me for assaulting him? "Excuse me?" "Thank you," he repeated, still breathing heavily. "May I stand up now?" "You may." His back straightened and I realized that my discipline had had an unintended consequence. Not only was his spine now erect, so was his penis. It was difficult but I kept my jaw from dropping at the sight, for not only was it pointing up past perpendicular, it was long and thick and the head was almost as purple as the bruises on his well-muscled behind. Below it two large testicles hung very full and low. He stood there looking at me expectantly and I had no idea what to do next. What was I supposed to do? Did he think this was just a form of foreplay? It took me a moment but I reached back into my memory and finished just the way my parents would have. "All right, you can pull up your pants now," I instructed. He complied and then stood there looking at me. I handed him hls belt and watched while he put it on. He winced as the fabric of his pants shifted and rubbed across his sensitized butt. Once he was fully re-dressed I let a smile soften my features and held my arms out to hug him. The intensity of his embrace surprised me. I certainly didn't expect to be hugged so tightly. It felt like a long time passed before he let loose of me and I took a step backwards. "Now, do your studies properly so we don't have to repeat this incident." Ron nodded and I saw him start to reach behind to rub his backside. He stopped when he noticed me watching him and instantly put his hands back at his sides. I stifled a laugh. By that point I considered the matter closed but he seemed to be waiting for some sort of signal. For a moment I thought about saying 'at ease', but settled on telling him to sit down. We had lost valuable tutoring time with this incident but I was surprised to find that it had been very effective. His demeanor was more serious even if the number of correct answers wasn't increasing. I was happy, however, that they weren't decreasing either. At 8:00 we could hear the carilion chime at the university and I began to put my things back in my backpack. Granted, we hadn't actually worked together for an hour but a part of me was still off balance from our earlier activities and I just wanted to go home and forget what happened. Ron, however, wanted to continue. Teacher's Pet Ch. 01 Cory was hiding in the closet again, hiding from the older meaner boys who bullied him. Home-schooled for all his life, now at age 18 and going to a private college he'd had a bit of a shock to his tender up-bringing. For the first time in his life he was without his mother, and not only that but he was surrounded by uncouth and ruly boys whose main goal in life seemed to be making his life miserable. They were quite adept at it too. "Cory?" it was Mr. Peterson. Cory flushed... the last time Mr. Peterson had found in hiding in the closet things had happened... things that made Cory both uncomfortable and excited. He didn't understand it... it was definitely not something his mother had ever told him about. Cory knew, dimly, about boys and girls together... but he'd never heard of something like this. Uncomfortable with the strange feelings coursing through him, he shifted and his body hit the broom. It clattered to the floor and the door opened to show him Mr. Peterson, looking down at him kindly. "In here again Cory?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle, the kind of voice that you would use for a frightened animal. Cory nodded and Mr. Peterson sighed, "You know, if you would just stand up to them they wouldn't be so cruel to you." "I don't know how to," Cory said, looking away from his teacher, ashamed that he'd been found once again. A hand rested on his knee and began to slide up his thigh. Those uncomfortable, exciting feelings started to flutter again in Cory's stomach, and his penis started to grow inside his pants. He closed his eyes as the hand moved higher and higher, caressing him, coaxing him. Slowly his legs went down and spread apart, allowing his teacher better access to his pants. Cory shuddered and moaned as the hand rested on the bulge that was now straining against the front of his pants... it felt good. He wanted something, but he didn't know what exactly. When he opened his eyes, Mr. Peterson was directly in front of him, breathing heavily with excitement kindling in his kind eyes. "It's ok Cory," he breathed, "I'll make you feel better." And Cory did feel better... and better as Mr. Peterson's hand opened his zipper and slid inside his pants. Gasping, he arched his back, and suddenly Mr. Peterson was kissing him, the older man's tongue sliding inside his mouth. Cory moaned and tensed, but as Mr. Peterson's hand closed around his dick, any thought of protest fled. It was the best feeling in the world... although Cory had experimented with touching himself, he had never had the hand of someone experienced in pleasure helping him along. Practically writhing under his teacher's firm but gentle touch, Cory experienced utter pleasure as Mr. Peterson pumped his dick, fingers reaching down to toy with his balls. The teacher's second hand slid under Cory's shirt, finding the hard nipples and playing with them. Cory moaned into the ever deepening kiss of his teacher, he'd never known that his nipples could be such pleasure spots, that the feel of someone else touching his dick would be so exquisite. "Oh please," he moaned into Mr. Peterson's mouth, begging without knowing what he was asking for. His hands dug into the older man's shoulders as Mr. Peterson quickened his pace, his hand sliding up and down Cory's dick and squeezing both the head and base. Cory cried out in ecstacy as he began to spurt, his dick pulsing in Mr. Peterson's hand, pleasure consuming his body. It was the best orgasm of his life. After it was over, Mr. Peterson kindly handed him a napkin and helped him clean himself up. Cory was bright red, part of him feeling as though they had done something very wrong... but it had felt so good. "Feeling better now Cory?" Mr. Peterson asked. Cory nodded. Mr. Peterson smiled at him, "Would you like to help me feel better too?" He gestured at his own bulging pant front. Cory stared at it, transfixed by the idea that Mr. Peterson had his own aroused member under his pants, and that he wanted Cory to do something about it. Taking his student's silence as assent, Mr. Peterson undid his pants and his member sprang free. Long and slender, his balls hung below like heavy fruit. It seemed to hypnotize Cory, and without thinking his hand reached out to slide along its length, making Mr. Peterson hiss with excitement. "That's it Cory, hold it, wrap your fingers around it," Mr. Peterson's hand helped him. To Cory it was almost as if he was in a dream, completely under the control of his teacher as he started to pump his dick. His fingers flexed, feeling every curve and bump of Mr. Peterson's dick... it didn't take long to figure out what the older man really liked by the sounds he was making. Cory experimented, finding different ways to pull and push on it, different areas to squeeze gently. His other hand played with Mr. Peterson's balls, rolling them gently and tugging on them. Clear liquid began to gather at the tip of Mr. Peterson's dick, right in front of Cory's face. In his dream-like state, Cory wondered what it would taste like and leaned forward, his tongue flicking out. Mr. Peterson gasped with pleasure. "That's it Cory," he groaned through his gritted teeth, "Put your mouth on me, just on the top..., you don't know how to do anything else yet..." Obediently, Cory opened his mouth and closed his lips over the mushroom head of Mr. Peterson's dick, feeling the salty sweetness of pre-cum for the first time. His tongue laved against the soft firm skin, tasting it. Suddenly fluid spurted into his mouth, Mr. Peterson's dick pulsing in his hand... in his surprise Cory immediately swallowed, sucking on the head of Mr. Peterson's dick. Bitter sweet ran over his tongue and he continued to swallow, seeing the intense pleasure on Mr. Peterson's face, knowing that he was the source of it. It filled him with a sense of pride, that he could make his teacher feel that way. Then the fluid stopped gushing into his mouth, and Mr. Peterson sighed, his hand stroking Cory's hair as his dick softened and fell from Cory's lips. Looking down, Mr. Peterson smiled as he pulled his pants back on, "Thank you Cory." Teacher's Pet Ch. 01 Hi, my name is Jasmine and I'm 36 years old. I have an eighteen year old daughter that is currently a senior in high school. She's a good student and I'm pushing her so she can have an easier future. The story starts shortly after the holiday break when I got a letter from her teacher requesting an appointment. I asked Maria (my daughter) if she had any idea what it was about. She told me she had no idea, but it was obvious she was a little nervous. I called her teacher, Mr. Smith, the next day and set up an appointment for the following day. I arrived at the school shortly after the students got out. As I walked in, I was directed to the office by a security guard. I explained to the receptionist that I had an appointment and she called Mr. Smith to confirm. She informed me he would be down to get me in a few minutes. She handed me a visitor pass and asked me to have a seat in the waiting area. Mr. Smith walked in and I was surprised at how young he looked. He led the way back to his office giving me time to admire his beautiful ass. I had to get that thought out of my mind; I was here to see what was going on with my daughter. As he opened the door to his office, he ushered me inside and I caught him looking at my chest and felt his eyes staring at my tight ass as I walked in. He closed the door and asked me to take a seat. As I sat down, I felt him staring at my chest and looked at him to catch him in the act. Maybe this tight t-shirt wasn't the best shirt to wear today, especially since I don't wear bras. I asked why I was here. He told me he was very concerned about Maria because she cheated on her mid-term test. I was shocked and mad at the same time. I knew she wasn't doing her best in his class, but I demanded proof. He pulled out two tests and explained one was Maria's and the other was a male student that sat next to her. I looked over the papers and sure enough they both had the exact same answers, right and wrong. My eyes started to water but I was determined not to cry in front of him. I asked if this would cause her to fail the year as I sat there on the verge of crying. He said he would let her retake the test, but there would have to be consequences for her actions. My tears started to dry up as I thought of her future. I suggested a week of detention but he replied that it wouldn't be enough. I stared at the floor for a few seconds. As I looked up, I caught him staring at my chest again. I thought about her for a few seconds more than reached up to remove my t-shirt. I have nice firm tits, maybe if he could see them he would let her of lightly. The look on his face as I pulled my shirt up and off was priceless as my tits popped into view. He was shocked, but that quickly led to a look of opportunity from him. He said that will wasn't enough as he walked over to me. He bent down and gave me a kiss. I resisted for about two seconds then allowed his tongue to enter my mouth. It had been so long since a man touched me; I would have done anything he wanted at this point. We kissed for a minute or so. As we were kissing, he reached down and cupped my breasts; one in each hand. He stopped kissing me and lightly rolled my nipples between his fingers. When he did that, my pussy quivered, causing me to moan. I know he shouldn't be doing that, but it felt so good, I didn't want him to stop. He leaned in and flicked my right nipple with his warm wet tongue which sent my pussy off again. As he moved to the other nipple, I pulled his head in and shoved my nipple into his wet mouth. His tongue rolled around my nipple as he gently sucked. He nibbled lightly on it before he pulled away. I caught myself gasping for air as he removed his shirt. He was well chiseled; no doubt he spent many hours in the gym. I could see the bulge forming in his pants. It's been so long since I was with a man, but this was all wrong. Before I could think anymore, he stood me up and was pulling my skirt off. There I was; topless in a thong in my daughter's teacher's office. He turned me around so he could check me out. He told me I had a great body as he slid my thong down to the floor. He turned me around again as he bent me over the chair and pulled my plump ass cheeks apart. My pussy was quivering as I anticipated his tongue plunging into me. He was intent on torturing me as his tongue slid along the outside of my pussy lips and totally avoided my clit. I kept wiggling my hips so his tongue would either go inside me or brush against my clit, but he was holding me tight. Just as I was about to go crazy, his tongue brushed my clit! It was like a bolt of electricity shot through me. I came so hard, I almost fell off the chair but he held me up with his muscular arms. He only touched it once, and then went back to licking the lips, but I lost it and the anticipation was driving me crazy. As I came down from my orgasm, I turned around and undid his pants and pushed them to the floor. His boxer briefs were struggling to contain his rock hard dick, so I moved to release him. I pulled his boxers down and his huge white dick jumped out at me. He had to be at least eight inches long and as thick as my wrist. I licked my lips as I prepared to take him in my mouth. I took his dick in my hand as I licked down the shaft to his balls. I rolled his balls around with my tongue as I slowly stroked his dick. He was leaning back on the desk bucking his hips with each stroke. I licked up the underside of his shaft to the tip and slowly circled my tongue around the head. He tried to slide it in my mouth, but I held it back. I stood up and told him to bend me over the desk and fuck me. He didn't hesitate as he stood up and bent me over. He slipped the fat dick head up and down my pussy lips to drive me crazy and get some lubrication. He didn't give me notice as he slid himself deep inside me. I moaned as the pleasure washed over my body. His heavy balls hit my clit and made my pussy contract. His dick felt so good inside me. I didn't want this to end. I hissed for him to fuck me. He pulled his long dick out so just the head was inside me and slapped my ass. Without hesitation he slammed back inside me, and then began long fast strokes. My pussy was on fire, I really needed this. He had me cumming non stop so I gave up trying to fuck him back and let my orgasms overtake me. I'm not sure how long he was pounding me, but he started grunting just as I felt his dick swelling inside me. He grunted he was about to cum. I managed to hiss "inside" and seconds later he unloaded his hot cum deep inside me. I felt it splash inside my pussy and I damn near passed out. His dick felt so good inside me. When he finished cumming, he pulled out and moved to get some tissues. I told him to come around the other side of the desk so I could suck it clean for him. He slid his softening dick into my mouth and fucked it more than I licked it. A couple of minutes later he pulled it out saying he was too sensitive. I managed to get up and sat on the couch. He came over and pulled my ass forward so it was hanging over the side. He surprised me when he kneeled in front of me and at my pussy! He didn't tease me this time, but he slid his tongue inside me and sucked our juices out of me. I came two more times before he finished. I hadn't cum that many times in years; I had to make sure this continued. He sat on the couch next to me and held me in his arms. After we both caught our breath I said I had to get home. I asked him if we kept having sex would he make sure Maria passed his class. He smiled and told me it would be his pleasure. As we got dressed and cleaned up in his personal bathroom, we talked and set up plans to get together the next day. Maria was spending the night at a friends so we would have my house to ourselves. I had to get that dick again. We shared a long kiss before walking out of his office and down the hall. To Be Continued...