3 comments/ 72928 views/ 5 favorites Teachers Extra Credit Ch. 01 By: windwriter Attending college is hard work when you have to work to support yourself also. I have held my nose to the grindstone for quite a while now, doing all the homework and all the extra credit to enhance my GPA for the chance of a few token scholarships to help along the way. I was sitting in the commons one day with my nose buried in a book. Two girls behind me were carrying on a muffled conversation. My eyes caught the faintest of words mentioning one of the teachers I have in the next semester. I listened more intently wanting to see what they say about him. "Oh yeah, " she whispered, "he gives great extra credit." Thinking that is exactly what I need, I didn't give their conversation much more thought and returned to my studying. In the fall I arrived at Mr. Jones class promptly, wanting to set a good example. He was a handsome older gentleman. We each introduced ourselves and told a little bit about ourselves to the class. Then it was his turn. Mr. Jones spoke briefly but firmly, almost in a mysterious fashion. Perhaps it was because I wanted to know more about him that I felt slighted, I'm not sure. Anatomy class proceeded. He forewarned us that this was one of the harder classes, so we would need to stay vigilant about our grades. I raised my hand. "Do you allow us to do extra credit, if need be?" "On a case by case basis, only." He sounds like he is going to be a pretty demanding teacher but I already know that I work better under pressure so I should be fine. A week later our first test is returned to us. Some of my essay answers were close but he still dinged me and counted them wrong. I talked to the girl next to me, she let me glance at her answers. I was shocked to see that he didn't ding her for the same things. My shock led to outright anger immediately... how dare he? After class I approached him about it, thinking when it was just the two of us that he may correct the error. He didn't budge an inch so I pointed out that he had favored the other girl's answers. I saw his nostrils flare slightly then his eyes bore into me. "I guess I was tired when I graded hers but I won't recant my score on her paper." "This is one of the lowest test scores I have ever received." "Then I guess you will just have to work harder." He turned back to his briefcase, as if to dismiss me. I stood there a while. He looked at me again, "Was there anything else?" "Um, no I guess not. Have a good evening." I walked from the classroom feeling like I had just alienated the one person that I needed to befriend. The next couple classes I gave my full concentration to Mr. Jones. Test day arrived. I felt good when I left, knowing that I had done pretty well. The next time we convened I was shocked to see that I had done well on my multiple choice but my essay answers, which were worth 10 points a piece, were not marked good at all. At break I asked the other girl to see her paper again. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to find that he did not dock her for giving the same answers I had. After class I remained in my seat while the others left. He commenced to pack his briefcase, while I watched him. "Is there a problem, Ms. Smith?" "Yes, I think there is." "Well, out with it, I have other things I need to attend to." "You didn't give me credit for good essay answers again." "Then you must have had the wrong answer." "No, the girl next to me had the same answers and you didn't dock her." "You seem to forget that essay questions are open to the teachers interpretation." "Her answers were almost identical to mine." "Or, perhaps you copied her answer during the test." "NO, I am not a cheater!" "Then work harder next time." "This is wrong. I think you are singling me out." "And why would I do that?" "I don't know but I smell a rat here." "Perhaps you should consider doing extra credit." "Perhaps you should consider giving me the points I deserve on my test." "This conversation is over. I will see you in class Monday." I sat there bewildered. I have never encountered a teacher like this man. He is not only rude but he is partial. The thought of dropping the class crossed my mind, when I left the classroom. At least if I take the class with another teacher I will get the grades I deserve. On the way to my out, in a last ditch effort, I turn around and headed to his office to discuss extra credit. When I arrived the lights were on behind the curtain in the window. Knocking on the door, there is no response. Any thoughts I had about pleading to do extra credit left my mind, like the wind going out of a sail. I walked to the closest chair, just around the corner and sat down trying to weigh other options. I head his door open. I was about to get up when I head a female voice. "Thank you Mr. Jones, I really appreciate you helping me with this class." Remaining quietly around the corner, I listen intently for the rest of the conversation. "You're welcome Ms. Brown. As you can see I can be a very forgiving teacher at times." "Yes, you are and you have no idea how rewarding this experience, ummm... I mean class, has been for me." "Good, I'm glad. I will see you on Monday." I hunched down into the cushy chair in the small lounge trying to remain hidden. I saw the girl from my class walk down the other side of the hallway with a bounce in her step. I was trying to absorb what just took place. I know the conversation seemed innocent enough but something told me there was more to it. I picked up my books and walked to his office after the girl that I had compared test scores with, was out of sight. Tapping lightly on the doorframe, "Mr. Jones?" He looked up quickly, "How long have you been there?" "Long enough." "Long enough for what?" "Long enough to know you are giving favors to another student." "Oh really?" "Yes, really." "And what favors to you think I am giving?" "I'm not sure but I know something isn't quite right here." With a smirk he said, "Perhaps you should reconsider the extra credit Ms. Smith." "And just what do you consider extra credit?" "Oh there is a myriad of things we can do." "We?" "Yes, we." "I'm confused. Don't you give me an assignment to take home?" "No, my extra credit is hands on." "You mean in the lab?" "Sometimes, or sometimes right here in my office." "Well, I am ready to do something to regain some points in this class." "Are you ready to do something... or anything?" I saw his eyes glance from my face to my breasts as he anticipated my answer. Testing him, I answered, "Anything." "Good answer. I think you earned a couple extra points already." "That was easy enough." "Perhaps, but we will see just how intent you are on passing this class." How I detested this man but I was also found him very sexy. I knew what he was hinting at, I wasn't born yesterday. "How many points do I earn for closing and locking your office door?" "Two points, " he answered with a glint in his eye. I set my book bag on his desk and turned to close and lock the door. I started to walk toward him feeling very much in control of this situation, knowing what he was looking for. "Stop, now." I halted in my tracks. Once the door was closed his demeanor changed entirely. I felt a chill run up my spine, wondering what I was getting myself into. By this time of night all the evening classes had ended. If I needed help, I doubt anyone would be around if I needed them. He leaned back in his desk chair, clasping his hands behind his head. He devoured me with his eyes, like a lion contemplating a gazelle. Something inside me wanted to bolt out the door but something stronger held me in place. "Each of your pieces of clothing are worth 2 points. Remove them now." My hands were shaking when I reached to pull my t-shirt off. Unfastening my shorts I pulled them off next. I chastised myself for not wearing a bra today, knowing I could have earned another 2 points. I raised my hands to cover my exposed breasts. "Well?" "Well what?" "Do you think 8 points measly are going to improve your grade all that much?" "It will help." "Listen girl, this is a one time offer to help. If you don't want my help then so be it. You're wasting mytime here." "Ok, ok." I reached for my panties to pull them down. Deciding to take it a step further, I turned and bent over slowly while I pulled them down, purposely holding my legs together tightly so the crotch of my panties held snuggly between my legs, then popped out. "Do you like what you see Mr. Jones?" "Very much so. Now lets see what 'anything' means to a slut like you." My gasp at his words only propelled him further. "Yes, you are a little slut. I saw you looking at me in class the very first day. You were intent on knowing more about me, then pouted when I didn't relent." Damn, he was very observant. I didn't realize I was so transparent. "Those pouting lips should be wrapped around my cock right now." I started to stand upright again when I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me backward. He came up out of his chair in a heartbeat, standing behind my naked body, holding me against him. His large hands groped my breasts then carefully rolled each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. When he had them hardened he pinched them, slowly and meticulously, almost as if he were gauging my pain tolerance. "Oh Gawd, that hurts, please not so hard." His mouth came close to my ear, "You are really in no position to make demands." He grabbed a cloth off his desk and pushed it into my mouth. Turning my body, he pushed me face first, down on his desk. His hand held my upper body down while my cheek felt the cold glass top under me. "First of all, we need to rectify the way you smarted off to me at our first and second meeting. Nothing annoys me more than a disrespectful student." His hand landed hard on my right ass cheek. ~SMACK I screamed out under the cloth but it was muffled. His hand landed a second time, presumable for the second meeting. ~SMACK I tried to plead, to no avail. My words were indistinguishable under the cloth, not that it would have mattered to him anyway. He seemed bent on vengeance, or discipline, as he would call it. My ass was burning hot from his hand. He lowered his hand again but this time he rubbed itsoftly. "You have a nice ass for an older woman." He slid his hand over my ass, down to the V of my legs. I started to protest but he grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back, holding them in place with one of his hands. He pulled out a drawer and grabbed a soft white rope. Using his body as leverage he held me in place and tied my wrists together behind me. My heart was racing at this point. I could have handled giving sex or a blowjob for extra credit but something told me that this man was way above my head. He resumed reaching to the V of my legs again. I could not defend myself in this position. It is humanly impossible to stand without hands to aid myself. His fingers loomed close to my pussy but not touching, like he was taunting me. He used his feet to push my feet apart, exposing my pussy. He held me down with his hand on my lower back while he reached in his briefcase. I heard metal clink right before he reached down to handcuff my right ankle to the desk. He released me at that point. I could feel him behind me but he wasn't touching me anymore. Most assuredly he was admiring his handiwork. "I have imagined you in this position since the first day of class." I had played into his trap. All along he had anticipated this, that is why he was giving me such shitty grades and I was stupid enough to fall into the trap. I saw the lights in the hallway go out, through the curtains. There was a knock on his door. He hissed at me, "Do NOT make a sound, do you hear me?" I nodded my head. He walked to the door and opened it slightly. It was the security guard. "I saw your light on Mr. Jones. I'm doing last rounds and wanted to make sure all the lights were off." "No problem. I am working over tonight. You know how it gets when I have tests to grade. I will be sure to turn the light off when I leave." "Sure thing, Mr. Jones. Don't work too late." He closed the door again, locking it behind him. He came behind me again, leaning down to whisper in my ear. "You listened well slut." He took hold of my hair and my hands, helping me to stand. He turned me to the side, facing him. My ankle was still shackled to the desk. Without a word, he pushed me to my knees in front of him. My eyes were glued to his hands. I watched him unfasten the buckle on his belt. The sound of the metal reverberated in the small office. In slow motion I watched him unbutton his slacks. The zipper sounded as loud as the buckle when he lowered it. He pulled the cloth out of my mouth. His cock was nice sized, the veins bulging, the head purple. I couldn't wait to taste it. Even though I am an older woman I am still younger than him but his cock is no indication of his age, it's rock hard. One thing nice about being an older woman is having experience giving blowjobs. Not only do I enjoy giving head, I loved hearing the mans heated breath during the process. I knew I had this part of my extra credit nailed down. He pulled his cock from under his boxers and pushed it against my lips. I greedily opened my mouth to take him. He placed his hands on my head and held me firm while he thrust his hips forward. His cock rammed into the back of my throat before I could start sucking it. I gagged and sputtered but he didn't let up. Spit started to drip down my chin. He let go of my head and I recoiled, trying to catch my breath. I only got a few deep breaths in me before he grabbed my head again and shoved his cock back in, fucking my throat. I gagged spit around his cock while he pushed harder. Then he released the pressure on my head, sliding his cock back out a little. Now I could suck it, and suck it I did. I sucked like a whore, wanting to hear his moans, knowing I was getting to him. His flaccid balls swung against me, hitting my chin. I could feel them tightening right before he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I looked up at him. He had a look on his face that was hard to describe. It was lust but it was also a look of surprise. He pulled me upright, unceremoniously dumping me on my belly on the desk again. He didn't replace the cloth in my mouth this time but I still tried to be quiet in case anyone was around. A far cry from earlier, when I wanted to be able to scream for help. It was obvious to me that Mr. Jones enjoyed being in charge and he seemed to enjoy rough sex. Maybe I could learn something from this teacher, after all. His fingers slid up and down between my pussy lips. I was soaked. He used his fingers to splay my lips apart before he shoved two fingers up my snatch. He pumped me hard and fast. I could feel my body climbing, wanting release. He slowed down and pulled his fingers out, putting them to my mouth. "Lick them off slut." I licked and sucked at his fingers like a hungry kitten. He pulled his hand back and slid them to my pussy again. He finger fucked me again, harder and faster this time. I felt my tits smashing against the glass under me, from the force. But he stopped again when I was close to reaching orgasm. "Oh please, please, let me cum, please?" "No slut, not yet. I'm not done with your extra credit yet. You must learn." "Yes, Mr. Jones." He reached for a glass paperweight on his desk. It wasn't round like some it was shaped more like a small fluorescent light bulb. It dawned on me in that moment, what he was going to do with it. He held the 6" long, rounded paperweight to my pussy. The cold glass felt even colder against my hot pussy lips. He held it tight and slid the end in, taunting and teasing my pussy for more. Occasionally he pulled it out and ran it up and down between my lips. I knew I couldn't take much more without exploding. Slowly, with intent, he teased my body without mercy. He pulled it out one last time, holding it to my face. "Just look at all your white cream on there. Now what am I going to do with that?" "I... I don't know Mr. Jones. What are you going to do with it?" He pulled it back to my pussy, sliding it up between my sloppy pussy lips again, running it up further, closer to my ass. Each time he moved higher and higher until the round glass was perched at my puckered hole. He pulled it back for a second and lowered his mouth to my ass, probing and prodding with his tongue. "Oh please untie me so I can hold my ass cheeks apart... please?" He raised his hand and slapped my ass hard. ~SMACK "You are in no position to demand anything of me girl." "Yes, Mr. Jones." "I wish I had my bag of toys here. I have a nice fat dick that would fit so nicely in that sweet cunt hole of yours." "Oh, Mr. Jones that sounds wonderful." He pushed the makeshift glass dildo against my ass again. This time he persisted until it passed my tight sphincter muscle. I screamed quietly, trying to hide the brief stab of pain from him. I could feel him sliding it deeper, stretching my anal canal. He pushed it in about 4" and let it sit there, releasing it. Going to his briefcase again he pulled out a digital camera. From his vantage point he captured my face smashed against his desk, as well as the glass dildo sticking out of my ass. "Now that I have my insurance, I can finish your extra credit today Ms. Smith." "You're an ass!" "Perhaps I am, but I always get what I want and I have wanted you from day one." "Fuck you!" I saw his face change from spite to anger in a matter of a few seconds. "No, fuck YOU slut." He slid the toy out of my ass and pushed it to my mouth, forcing me to lick it after it was in my ass. Setting it back on the desk he grabbed my hips. His engorged cock pierced my cunt and slammed deep inside my body. "Oh fuckkkk!" "That's right slut, now you will learn who the teacher is, who better to teach you anatomy than me." He pounded my pussy harder and faster with each thrust. I could hear his breathing become more rapid. He slid his cock out fast. "Damn you slut, you just about made me cum." "Good!" His hand landed on my ass again, hard. ~SMACK ~SMACK ~SMACK "When will you learn to curb that tongue of yours?" "Never!" "I will teach you, one way or the other." He held his throbbing, pussy soaked cock at my ass. Surprisingly he moved slowly, pushing the bulbous head of his cock against me. I could feel it about to give way. I bent my knees slightly and pushed against him. The head popped in. I let out a guttural scream at his size. "Oh fuckkkkkkkkk!" "That's it slut, take my cock up your shit hole." "Oh gawd, fuck my ass, pleaseeee." "You seem to be enjoying this, maybe I should quit." "No, no please please, don't stop!" "Are you going to smart off to me again?" "No Mr. Jones, I promise. Oh gawd, please just fuck my ass for me." "Mmmm, every student has a weakness. Your weakness is the fact that you like to have your tight little ass fucked." "Yes Mr. Jones, now please, I need to feel your cock buried deep in my ass." He untied my wrists and sat down in his chair, pulling me back with him. I landed on his cock full force, shoving it deep into my ass. "Oh my gawdddddd, that hurt!" "Ride my cock, slut." Grabbing at the edge of his desk, I planted my feet on the floor. Pulling myself up and down I rode his cock, long and hard. Finally when he was close to cumming he grabbed each of my wrists pulling them behind me again. He didn't cross my arms, he held onto each arm for leverage when he shoved me forward on the desk. Standing behind me he pumped his cock deep and hard into my ass. Teachers Extra Credit Ch. 01 I could hear him, smell him, even taste the aura of sex on my tongue it was so heavy in the room. We were both panting. My sweaty tits were smashed against the glass on the desk, squeaking with each movement. He pulled back and raised my body slightly, holding fast to my arms, which he had interlocked around his wrists close to my shoulders. He pulled hard, drilling his cock as deep as it would go. One last time he slammed into my ass. I felt his cock begin to pulse right when he let out a long deep moan. His cock sprayed hot cum all over inside my ass. He ground against me hard, willing me to take each creamy droplet. He slid his cock out of my ass and sighed heavily. He slowly released my arms and reached to unlock the handcuff on my ankle. Sitting down in his chair he let mestand. "Sit on the desk and play with yourself till you cum, so I can watch." I readily hopped my ass onto the desktop and raised my knees until my feet were planted on the desktop also. I reached my fingers to my pussy and began playing. I was so close to cumming it didn't take long. Grinding my palm into my clit, my body tensed and exploded. I worked two fingers in and out of my pussy rapidly, knowing that I would squirt this way. It only seemed fitting for me to squirt all over Mr. Jones desk. That way he would think of me each time he sat down to work. My body jerked and moans flowed from my mouth as the orgasm peaked. I rammed my fingers in and out until my energy was completely gone, then my hand and body went limp. My legs closed around my hand. I had lost him in the haze and didn't realize that he was taking pictures of me pleasuring myself on his desk. I heard the sound of the zoom lenses slither back into the camera when I opened my eyes. "Good girl, and the beauty of photography allowed me to catch you squirting." "You're a jerk." "I did get what I wanted didn't I and you enjoyed every minute of it even if you won't admit it." "It was ok." "The first thing you learn about human anatomy is that the body does not lie." "What do you mean?" "Your soaked pussy told me all I needed to know. Want to recant the 'jerk' comment?" "And if I don't?" "No extra credit." I fumbled, slipping back into my clothing, while he sat in his chair with his fingers interlaced behind his head again. He had a cocky, arrogant look on his face. "You're not a jerk. Matter of fact, you are a very sexy teacher, Mr. Jones." "That's better, Ms. Smith." "I need to go but I am curious how many extra credit points I earned today." "I never reveal the total points until the end of the semester." "That's not fair." "No it's not, but then again... it will keep you on the ball... literally." I grabbed my backpack and strode to the door, indignant. "I will see you in class Monday, Ms. Smith." "Yes Mr. Jones, " I forced myself to say as I passed out the door, hearing him chuckle quietly behind me. Now all I needed to do was find his weakness, I thought to myself. Teachers Extra Credit Ch. 02 Anatomy class with Mr. Jones was proving to be very educational on many levels. After our first 'extra credit' meeting in his office, I returned to class on Monday. I was curious to see if he treated me different or looked at me any differently after our meeting. As you may have guessed he acted no different than before. He was a Master of his emotions, only giving what he wanted and nothing more. After lecturing 45 minutes he walked to his desk and pulled out some papers. "Close your books now. We are having a pop quiz on today's lecture." You could hear the sighs in the room almost simultaneously. "I will find out who was listening and who was daydreaming." He handed out the paper with 10 essay questions on it. Diligently, I began answering the various questions, recalling parts of his lecture. The last question surprised me... 10. What do you feel would be an appropriate assignment for extra credit? My eyes darted to him at his desk. His eyes were waiting for me and bore deep into me when I looked at him. After making his point he glanced back to his book. How on earth was I suppose to answer this question? I thought longer and harder on this question than all of the other 9 combined. Several of the students started turning in their papers. He told them class was dismissed after they turned in the quiz. Glad for the reprieve, the students snatched up their backpacks with a smile, to leave for the day. The girl beside me seemed as perplexed as me, but before long she rose to turn her paper in and leave. Not wanting to be the last student in the room, I scrawled down an answer, gathered my belongings and walked to his desk. I laid the paper face down on the pile and turned to leave. "Ms. Smith." I turned quietly, "Yes, Mr. Jones?" "I need to see you after class." "I thought class was over?" "It is." "Then talk to me now, I don't care if others know what my grades are." He glared at me for speaking to him in this fashion. "I will talk to you in private Ms. Smith. It is our policy with reference to students grades." "Can it wait until Wednesday?" "No, if you leave now you will receive a DNF for this class." The tension was very thick. I wanted to scream and he knew it. I threw my backpack on a desk and sat down to wait. The last few students, who witnessed our interaction, completed their quizzes, turned them in and left. He turned over the papers and sifted through until he found mine. Scanning the paper he read my answers and marked them appropriately. "So you think giving me a diagram of a penis with all it's parts labeled would be appropriate for extra credit, Ms. Smith?" "Yes Mr. Jones, that is my answer." "You are a little smart ass, Ms. Smith." "This is anatomy class Mr. Jones," I smirked. "On Wednesday you will give an oral presentation to the class." "About what?" "You will explain, in detail, what the male reproductive organs go through from start to finish including ejaculation." "You have to be joking." "I assure you, I am not joking." "That will be embarrassing, there are men in this class." "As you so adeptly pointed out Ms. Smith, this is anatomy class." "But I'm sure the guys in here will feel odd hearing a woman present this information." "I'm sure the guys will do fine. Matter of fact I'm sure of it because you are going to wear a short skirt and a blouse that shows your cleavage." "No, I won't." "Yes you will Ms. Smith, if you value your GPA." "I don't own anything like that anyway." "Good, I will look up your address and drop off what I want you to wear then." "No, I will come up with something." "Good, I will see you Wednesday Ms. Smith." I sat there a moment, "That's it?" "Yes, that's it. You may go now." "I thought maybe you wanted another extra credit session with me." "We just discussed your extra credit. You may leave now." "I liked the other extra credit better." He pushed away from his desk and stood. Within moments he was beside me in a menacing fashion. Taking hold of my hair he pulled my head back and looked down into my face to hiss,. "You seem to forget that I am the teacher and you are the student." After he released my hair, my eyes remained trained on him. He uttered one more time, "You may leave now." I left without saying another word. What was it about this man? He annoyed me, taunted me and soon would embarrass me in front of the entire class. I walked to the bathroom to relieve myself. My panties were soaking wet. This teacher physically turned me on as much as he annoyed me. How could this be? I wiped my soaked pussy, disgusted with myself and left the bathroom. I arrived on Wednesday as instructed, prepared to give my oral presentation. I felt like a complete idiot in a short skirt and blouse. Mr. Jones lectured for a while. Glancing at the clock he told us to take a short break and return in 15 minutes. I stepped out in the hall with the other students wondering when he was going to make me give my oral presentation for extra credit. We returned to class, he finished lecture and dismissed us with our homework assignment for Monday. "Mr. Martinez, could you stay for a moment," he asked. "Sure thing Mr. J." "Thank you." He walked toward me, "Report to my office when you leave, I will be there shortly." When I left the classroom, I did as instructed and went to his office to wait. I didn't give much thought to him stopping the Martinez kid. He was young enough to be my son, even thought he was every bit a grown man. Mr. Jones and Martinez arrived at his office together. He unlocked the door, allowing us to enter with him. I stepped to the back corner of the office unsure of what was happening. "Mr. Martinez is going to listen to your oral presentation for extra credit." "Does he know what it is about?" "Of course, I informed him after class." "Ok, how should I begin?" "Just start your presentation." I pulled out my paper and started to read about the male genitalia, as if it were an everyday occurrence. Martinez started to rub his cock through his jeans. Mr. Jones walked toward me and guided me to the desk, telling me to keep reading. Again, I did as instructed. He put his hands around my waist and lifted my ass up on the desk. While I continued to read he took off my shoes, bent my legs at the knee and placed my feet on the desk as well. "...the spongy area becomes engorged with blood, causing an erection...., I recited. Martinez eyes turned black with lust when Mr. Jones spread my legs on his desk. "She has done a very nice job on her report, don't you think so Martinez?" "Yes Mr. J, she sure has. I can feel myself engorged as she mentioned." "Continue Ms. Smith, explain to Martinez what happens next." I continued reading the report, telling everything that happens to the point of ejaculation, pausing quietly when I finished. "Martinez, did all the things in Ms. Smiths report happen to you?" "Yes Mr. J, all of them but the ejaculation part." "Why don't you take your cock out of your pants so we can do an anatomy experiment." Martinez dropped his pants and stepped out of them. One of his large hands was wrapped around a long, thick brown cock, stroking it slowly. The surprised look on my face made Martinez laugh. "You think because I'm short my cock would be as well?" "No... well maybe." Mr. Jones spoke again, "When you quit stroking do you feel the engorged feeling subside at all?" "Somewhat Mr. J, but not entirely. It's like I need to finish the process or something, like it's something I can't stop." "Ms. Smith just look at what you have done to Martinez. I think it's only fair that you allow him to finish." I looked at Mr. Jones with a questioning eye, not sure what was expected of me. He rose from his chair to check the lock on the door. Martinez strode toward me. With a quick move he pushed my panties aside with his fingers. "Damn woman, you are soaked!" I couldn't deny the fact that being in here with both of them did turn me on. After I saw Martinez cock, I got even hotter. Should I fight or give in, I wondered to myself. I found myself glancing at Mr. Jones. He did not utter a word but he offered me the answer to my dilemma. A simple nod of his head told me what he expected. I wrapped my arms around Martinez neck and pulled until my pussy was at the edge of the desk. He shoved his brown cock deep inside my waiting pussy and began to pump away. "Damn, your pussy is so tight and hot inside!" "Fuck me harder, give me that hard young cock," I hissed into his ear. His hips bucked and ground into my pussy. Oh how I wish I were 21 again and know what I know now, I thought to myself. Mr. Jones stood and watched Martinez banging me on his desk. His hand gently stroked an erection of his own through his dress slacks. "Pull your cock out and shoot your cum all over her panties Martinez." "But damn Mr. J, I want to cum inside her." "No, you will do as I say Martinez." He continued to pound me, with all the stamina of a young stud. Finally he reared back and pulled out of me. My panties fell against my pussy, covering me again. His hand grabbed his slippery cock and stroked it to finale. With one final grunt his cum shot and landed square on the crotch of my panties. Some dribbled onto the desk while some slid down my inner thigh. "Gather your things Martinez. I will see you in class on Monday." "Yes Sir, Mr. J, thank you." Martinez glanced at me, "You are one hot lady Ms. Smith." I smiled and lowered my eyes. After Martinez left Mr. Jones walked toward me. I had lowered my legs to sit on his desk, while the warm cum on my panties oozed all over. "Your report was very good Ms. Smith." "Thank you Mr. Jones." "You earned a few more extra credit points today." "Do you know how much I hate you?" "Yes I do." "Then why are you doing this to me?" "There is a fine line between love and hate." "Not in this case, I really do hate you." "Then explain why your pussy gets wet whenever you are near me." "I can't explain it." "I can." "Oh, do tell." "Perhaps another time. It's getting late." "No, please tell me." He gave me that look again, "Do NOT push me Ms. Smith, lest I remind you who is the teacher and who is the student again?" "No Mr. Jones, I think I get the picture." "Good. You are free to go now Ms. Smith." I stood and took off the cum-saturated panties. After wiping my pussy and inner thighs I tossed the panties into his chair as a final sign of indignation. He did not say a word but just glared at me. I stooped to pick up my backpack and found him upon me quickly. His hand clenched my hair and pushed me to my knees in front of him. Pulling my head back he looked down into my eyes. "You are one of my better students, I am proud of you." I had expected another reprimand but instead he praised me. I have to admit it felt good. He released my hair and told me to stand. I grabbed the backpack and stood before him. I saw something in his eyes that I could not discern, but something told me I was on the verge of finding out one of his weaknesses. He realized it as well. I knew he did because at that moment he turned away from me and said "Leave... now." I wanted to stay but I knew I couldn't. Something told me, without words, that I did not want to experience this mans wrath. Pausing for a moment, I think he could read my thoughts. Quietly he murmured again... "Now... I left and closed the door behind me, wondering what class would be like on Monday.