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Hot For Teacher

By: Mr. Plano



This is a true story about my latest lover. This is the first part of a multi-part saga of my ongoing torrid affair with this exotic young woman. Other parts to follow...

Things have been sort of slow during the past few months at the company that I work for, so our management team utilized this lull in activity to expand the knowledge base for it's employees by offering us various software training classes. I decided to take advantage of the opportunity and I enrolled in several of the classes. The first class was pretty boring and while I did learn a great deal I wasn't sure if I wanted to complete all of the classes that I had signed up for. Well all of that changed when I showed up for my second class. When I walked into the classroom that day, I noticed that we had a new teacher. This woman was beautiful and so incredibly sexy, that I couldn't take my eyes off her! She was about 5' 5", long blonde hair, intense green eyes, and she had a firm, round ass that was accented by her sheer, form fitting dress remember thinking, "Now this is more like it! Maybe this training stuff won't be so bad after all!"

I strategically positioned myself in a seat so I could watch this lovely, young goddess move around the room and settled in for the class to begin. When everyone finally arrived, she welcomed us to class and told us that her name was Jenny and she would be our instructor for the next two days. Well, those next two days were wonderful! Jenny loved to walk back in forth in the room to ensure that everyone was following along and from my "selective vantage point", I was able to keep a close watch on that incredible tight ass of hers!! I sat there hour after hour, daydreaming about making love to her as I covertly rubbed my cock through my pants, almost to the point of orgasm!

Jenny and I quickly established a "connection" and by the middle of the second day we were constantly exchanging humorous "barbs" and flirting with each other. As we neared the end of the second day, I hated to think that the class was coming to and end and I wasn't going to be able to see her any longer. As the class ended, I walked up to Jenny and told her how much I had enjoyed her class. Jenny gave me a broad smile, winked and told me that she had enjoyed having me in her class. My heart fluttered at even this modest expression of attention and my mind was in a fog as I made the short walk back to my office. I spent the rest of the day thinking about her and hoping that I would be able to see her again.

The next week I had another training class scheduled and I when I walked in, there was Jenny. I felt butterflies in my stomach as our eyes met. Of course I positioned myself strategically once again to ensure that I had a clear view of her as she taught the class. Memories of that day are still vividly etched in my mind. Jenny was wearing a red, form fitting dress that showed off her firm ass and perky breasts. I could barely concentrate during the first couple of hours of class as I watched her move around the room. I sat there in a daze and fantasized about how wonderful it would be to make love to this exotic creature! As usual, Jenny moved from student to student, checking on our progress and I kept watching that tight, round ass of hers sway back and forth in that red dress as my cock throbbed inside my pants.

During the next couple of weeks I attended several other training classes and to my great satisfaction, Jenny taught over half of them. I started coming to class early and stayed around during class breaks so I could have some uninterrupted time with her. Our friendship grew and before long our flirting began to heat up. My desire to be with Jenny grew to an almost intolerable level and I knew that I had to do something soon or I was going to go crazy as the lust built inside of me! One day after class I asked Jenny for her email address and I began sending her emails every day. During the next few days I began to get bolder with each successive message as I started to raise the stakes some. Before long, I started dropping subtle hints about my attraction to her to see how she would react. It was obvious that Jenny was beginning to get curious about my interest and I thought that it was about time to raise the stakes a little more! I decided it was time to tell Jenny how attracted I was to her and that I wanted to pursue something a little more.... "Intimate"! Much to my surprise, (and satisfaction) I found out that Jenny felt the same way and over the next few days, we "teased" each other to an erotic frenzy!! By the end of the week we couldn't wait any longer so we agreed to meet at a local shopping center to ...satisfy our curiosity!

As I reached our rendezvous that night, my heart was pounding in my chest. I began looking for Jenny's car and when I finally saw it, my stomach filled with butterflies with the anticipation of what was about to happen. I pulled up beside her car, Jenny got out and smiled a seductive little grin as she walked toward my car. She was wearing a shear white shirt and black calf length skirt that was slit up the side. As I watched her walk toward the car, I noticed how the skirt hugged her firm, round ass and I felt my cock begin to stir! Jenny slipped into the passenger seat and within seconds, my car was filled her sensuous aroma. I breathed in deeply, savoring the wonderful scent that I had grown to love so much. I pulled my car around to the far side of the shopping center for a little more privacy. This was perfect! The parking lot on the side of the building was almost deserted, very dimly lit and the building was casting long shadows across the parking lot, which created a very secluded place for our little rendezvous. I gazed deeply into Jenny's beautiful green eyes. Every inch of my body was on fire as I gently caressed her face and ran my fingers through her long blonde hair. I had waited for this for so long for this moment, I couldn't believe it was finally here. I leaned over and kissed her and as my lips met hers I could feel my cock begin to stiffen in my pants. I unbuttoned my pants with my left hand and slid the zipper down all of the way, exposing my stiffening cock. Jenny reached over and started to rub her hand across my hard member, teasing me with her fingers. As Jenny teased my cock, I reached over and brushed my hand across her breasts. As soon as my hand touched her I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra! Within seconds I could feel her nipples getting erect and I slid my hand under her shirt, across her firm stomach, finally cupping her firm breast in my hand. I squeezed her breast slightly and massaged her nipple between my index finger and thumb as Jenny closed her eyes and her head rocked back. I pulled up her shirt, cupped her breast with my hand again and slowly bent over to place my mouth on her nipple. Jenny placed her hand behind my head and pulled my mouth harder to her breast as I sucked her nipple into my mouth and ran my tongue over and around it. The feeling of the firm globe of her breast under my hand and her hard nipple against my tongue caused my heart to pound harder. The passion was building to an unbearable level as our lips met in another erotic kiss. I placed my hand between Jenny's legs and trailed my fingers up her inner thigh. Jenny opened her legs invitingly and scooted down in the seat toward my probing hand. As my hand neared her crotch, I was greeted with another wonderful surprise; Jenny wasn't wearing any panties either! Her pussy was soaked and when my fingers brushed against her wet lips, she let out a soft moan. Jenny spread her legs farther apart, and thrust her hips up as I plunged my finger into her wet snatch! I slipped my finger between her lips and across the tip of her clitoris. Jenny moaned as I rubbed her clit and sucked her hard, erect nipples. I pressed my finger deeper into her wetness and I could feel her hips trusting against my probing finger. I slipped two fingers into her and I could feel how incredibly tight she was and soon, I began to smell the musky aroma of her wetness wafting up to my waiting nostrils.

I took Jenny's hand and placed it on my hardening member. She wrapped her hand around it and I put my hand over hers as she started to slide it up and down the shaft. While she was busy stroking my hard shaft, I laid back in the seat and closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her jerking me off! Before long, the head of my cock was swollen and purple and pre cum was oozing from the tip.

"Take me in your mouth", I whispered. Jenny was quick to comply. She took the tip of my cock into her mouth and teased it until my cock was pounding with the anticipation of her warm mouth engulfing it! Jenny pressed her hand firmly against my rigid shaft, wedging it between her thumb and index finger. She applied gentle pressure and pushed my throbbing cock forward until it was standing straight up. She flicked her tongue up and down my long, hard member and I moaned softly. I could feel her lips and tongue teasing the sensitive area on the underside of my cock and I said, "Oh, you know just what I like don't you?" Jenny paused and said, "You've been very descriptive in your emails my dear!" She then took me fully into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down, occasionally pausing to slide her tongue along the length of my rigid shaft! I began to pulsate my hips to match the rhythm of her mouth as I ran my fingers through her long, soft blonde hair as it cascaded across my lap. Oh God!! I was in ecstasy!!

I caressed Jenny's beautiful face and sensuous neck as I watched my cock disappear into her mouth over and over! I leaned back against the seat and pressed my hips upwards, driving my cock deeper into Jenny's waiting mouth. Once again she complied and soon I could feel her lips touch the base of my shaft as she took the entire length of my hardness in her mouth. I ran my hand into the back of her skirt and began caressing Jenny's round, firm ass. "Damn, her ass is so tight", I thought to myself as my fingers ran up and down her soft, firm cheeks. Before long, Jenny could tell by my increasingly frantic motions that I was building to an orgasm. She changed tactics for a moment and started to swirl her tongue around the swollen head of my engorged member. I moaned again and Jenny looked up at me and smiled. She then slowly ran her warm, soft lips over the head of my cock and then ran her tongue down the entire length of my throbbing shaft as her soft hand circled the base firmly. Jenny continued her assault on my trembling cock and I started to pulsate my hips upwards again, driving my cock deep into her waiting mouth.

Jenny increased her pace as my hips pulsated faster and faster! As she worked on my hard cock I could feel my climax building and suddenly my balls begin to pump their load up through my throbbing member! I groaned," Oh baby, I'm going to cum." and Jenny increase her rhythm even more, taking as much of my hardness into her mouth as she could. My climax exploded as my cock pumped hot spurts of cum into her waiting mouth. As my cock pumped out the last of my load into Jenny's mouth, several drops of cum ran out of her mouth and dripped down her lips. I laid back in the seat in a post-orgasmic haze as Jenny continued to run her lips over my trembling cock for a few more moments before leaning back and wiping the cum from her mouth.

"That was incredible", I grunted as Jenny sat back in her seat, "I just don't think there is enough room in this car for me to return the favor" Jenny smiled and turned her body toward me, smiled and said "Oh yes there is!" She scooted down in the seat until her ass was almost pressing against the console. I smiled and grabbed her legs and placed them on my shoulders and lifted her ass off of the seat slightly. Jenny pulled her skirt up out of the way and opened her legs a little further to expose her hot, wet pussy to my waiting mouth! As I moved my head further down between her legs, the intoxicating musky aroma of her wetness grew stronger and stronger and my mouth began to water.

I gently dipped my tongue into her moistness and then flicked her clit lightly with my tongue. I felt Jenny's body tense and she let out a soft, low "Mmmmmm" as she pressed her pussy against my face. I placed my mouth on her clit and began to suck it, savoring the sweet juices that were flowing into my mouth. I ran my tongue up and down the inner lips of her pussy for a few seconds, savoring the taste and that erotic smell that was filling my nostrils. I began plunging my tongue deep into her vagina over and over. I continued to tongue fuck Jenny for a few more seconds as the console started digging into my side. I could feel Jenny's body begin to tremble as she struggled to keep her pussy pressed against my face. It was time to get down to business! I placed my mouth on her clit and started licking her with my tongue as fast as I could. Jenny's breathing began to quicken and she started to pulsate her moist cunt against my face. Within seconds I felt her body tense and then begin to convulse up and down as she climaxed.

I kept licking and sucking her for a moment or two longer as her body continued to flinch and jerk in the seat. As her body finally began to relax, I lowered her legs and leaned back in my seat. Jenny slowly lowered her skirt and slid back to a sitting position. She looked so beautiful in the dim light that was filtering in throughout the windows of my car. I leaned over toward her again and kissed her passionately, sharing with her the taste of her own pussy that was still lingering on my lips. I cupped her right breast in my hand one last time as my tongue traced light circles in her mouth. Jenny ran her fingers through her hair and soon we both began the inevitable task of "clean up". I drove her back to her car and gave her one last kiss goodnight before watching her walk back toward her car. Of course she knew that my eyes were going to be locked on that beautiful ass of hers so she paused, looked back and ran one hand seductively across her firm buns. I sat there for a few moments with that image burned into my mind before starting the long drive home.

Hot for Teacher



Tierney sat in her desk during class staring at her professor as he gave his weekly lecture. She wondered what he looked like naked. The professor was at least six foot tall with dark wavy hair cut short. He was a big guy and probably played football in his college days. He had great eyes and an amazing smile. She stared at him every class with a silly smile on her face and he smiled at her when he caught her. 

One day after class, the professor asked Tierney to stay after class so he could have a word with her about her grades. Tierney couldn’t keep her mind on the day’s lesson with the thought of being alone with Dr. Simmons. He called on her a few times and she was unable to answer his questions. Clearly her mind was on something else.

The class cleared out and Tierney followed the Professor to his office. They talked on the way about where she was from and how she liked school. He told her he was from Southern California and that he missed L.A. a lot, especially his favorite chili cheeseburger place. She told him she missed her family but that she was going home at the end of the term for the summer and that she couldn’t wait to see her boyfriend because it’s been a while. 

They reached the office and he told Tierney that he thought she could do a lot better in class if she’d stop staring into space and paid more attention. She told him that her mind was on other things when she was in his class and that maybe if he answered her questions, she’d be able to concentrate more.

“Doctor Simmons, I can’t help it. I get in your class and all I can think about is what you look like naked.” Said Tierney.

“Miss McLain is that all it is? I think I can help you with that.” He said. He got up and locked the door to the office. He loosened his tie and took off his jacket. Tierney wiggled in her chair and tried not to giggle. He stood in front of her and leaned down and kissed her. She stood up and kissed him back. He tasted like coffee and smelled like cheap cologne. The kind Great Aunts gave to guys and they only wore it on special occasions. The stuff that really smelled bad.  They kept kissing. His hands slid up her shirt and freed her breasts from the thin bra she wore. She unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of it. They tossed each other’s clothes on the floor as they moved on to the next piece of clothing. Soon he was in his boxers and she stood there in a baby pink lace and silk bra and thong set. The silk threads, if you will for the lack of a better term, were showing just how wet he was making her. He slid her breast from its lace and silk prison and gently ran his tongue around her nipple. It stiffened upon his touch and he began to suckle lightly on her as she rubbed her hands on his well-formed chest. She mewed like a kitten as his hand found the wetness beneath the silk. Tierney felt a wave of warmth rise from between her thighs as her Professor rolled her clit between his fingers and sent her on the way to heaven. 

“Doctor Simmons, I’ve never felt like this with any of the boys I date. This only happens when I rub myself”, said Tierney.

“That’s what happens when you date boys and not men Tierney. Please call me Jake. It sounds so wrong to have you call me Doctor Simmons while I make love to you.”

“OK Jake”, Tierney moaned. She was getting close to cumming for him and he could tell. He slid two fingers into her wet hot pussy and began to slowly slide them in and out. He found her g-spot and began to massage it. Rockets went off in Tierney like the Fourth of July, as she came hard. Jake laughed at her and she bit her arm trying not to scream. Her muffled screams subsided and she removed her arm from her mouth. A large red mark appeared on her arm and Jake kissed it to make it better for her. 

She stopped panting. Jake scooped her up in his arms and placed her bare ass on the top of his office desk, pushing stuff to the floor to make room for her. She laughed at him and he kissed her hard on the mouth. She kissed him back with as much passion. He kneeled down on the industrial grade carpeting and gently spread her legs apart. Jake spread her lips apart and licked her clit, making circles with his tongue over her love button. She gasped for air as he showed her how men make love to a woman. He lapped at her juices like a thirsty man in the desert. His tongue danced over her clit as she grasped at the desk like a madwoman. Tierney couldn’t help but moan.

Jake slipped a pair of fingers in her sopping wet hole as he sucked on her clit. Tierney’s orgasms hit her like a roller coaster, hitting her one right after another. No one had ever made her feel like this before, let alone a college boy.

Jake was hard and Tierney was ready to be fucked. He grabbed his rod and rubbed it up and down her slicked slit. She was hot and wet for him and he knew he would shoot his load quickly if he wasn’t in control. He slid into her slowly and she gasped as he shoved his entire length in. He felt his tip hit her cervix and try to make it’s way deeper. Jake slowly pulled out until his tip was barely in her. Quickly he slammed into her then pulled out as slow as he could without completely pulling out. She begged him to fuck her hard as he continued to tease her hot pussy. He laughed at her and began to thrust at a faster pace. Her pussy grabbed him tightly as she came again and it was driving Jake nuts. He pumped into her faster as he felt his own release build up. 

Jake blew his load into Tierney as she begged him to fuck her harder. They both grunted and moaned with ecstasy as they both found release at the same time. Jake’s pulsing cock went limp and slid out of Tierney with a loud slurping sound. She laughed like a schoolgirl at the noise it made. Jake kissed her on the forehead and she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. He hugged her back and laughed. 

“Imagine if my class knew the real reason you come sit in once in a while?” said Jake. 

“I don’t think they want to think about their professor having sex with his wife dear,” laughed Tierney. Jake kissed her again and grabbed his boxers from the floor. They both got dressed and Tierney went home to make dinner.



Hot for Teacher



This is just a work of fiction. It's based on a real crush I had on a real teacher who never knew what I'd felt about him. He was a truly decent guy and would NEVER have done the things I'm about to write about.

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Mr. Wilson was my English teacher for my freshman year in community college and was the best looking man I think I've ever met. It wasn't just his looks, it was this simmering coolness about him that just made him so...wow. I'd sit in class dreaming what it'd be like to wake up that very morning with him. Iron his shirt, make him some coffee, kiss him goodbye.

I was into my Gothic thing at the time, white makeup, jet black hair, black clothes. It was all very depressing with an overt hint of sexuality. I was often called a 'slut' and I wore the badge proudly, even though I wasn't all that experienced.

The day came that I was late with a book report and Mr. Wilson suggested that I drop it by his house after school and he'd consider it as turned in on time. I really needed the grade and it was worth the long bicycle trip out to his house that night. Besides, I'd get to see his house!

When I got to his house he was out front raking leaves and he directed me to put the bike in his garage. The garage was in the backyard and I saw that he had a fishpond. So I put my bike away and left my books on it before I walked over to the pond. The fish were so calm and beautiful.

"They're called 'koi'."

I spun to look at Mr. Wilson and felt my feet go out from under me. Clumsily, I tried to get my balance and tipped over right into the pond. When I surfaced I must've looked like hell. Mr. Wilson was choking back laughter seeing my Gothic image compltely ruined. 

"You know, you don't look quite so threatening now, Christie." He reached to me and I took his hand. "Let's get you inside before you freeze to death."

He took me to a bathroom where he gave me some towels and a thick, terry robe. He politely stood outside to take all of my clothes to the laundry room while I took a shower to get the pond goo off of me. The shower took me quite a while as my jet black rinse made a mess on the shower floor that I just had to clean up. Then I dried my hair as best I could and put on the robe. It felt a little strange to be in just a robe with Mr. Wilson but I decided to be a big girl and deal with it. Barefoot, I walked out to the kitchen and found him in a similar robe with a pot of tea on the table.

"Hope you don't mind, I needed a shower myself after the yardwork. Now let's you get some tea and I'll have a look at that report." He looked up at me and caught his breath. "You look like a real woman after all that camoflauge comes off, you know that?" I just blushed.

He poured me a mug of hot tea and gestured to me to have a look around while he read my report. 

I made my way around the house for a while and finally settled into his library. It was a proper man's library with books on shelves up to the ceiling and a dark desk with red leather chairs about the room. The fire in the fireplace gave a sort of life to the room and I found myself reaching for a book. A peel of thunder vibrated the room, reminding me to get going before the weather worsened.

"I took the liberty of calling your folks to explain your little mishap. Your mom said the weather already broke on their side of town and you might want to stay here a while. I suggested having you stay the night and she agreed that would be best." He let the comment linger in the air.

"Most parents would have a problem with their daughter spending the night with a man."

Smartass that I was, I couldn't resist: "Is that what I'm doing, 'spending the night' with you?"

In all the time I'd known Mr. Wilson I'd never known him to display any uncontrolled emotions. He was always the perfect picture of calm. 

I stared at him defiantly, taking that calm of his for granted. He slowly moved towards me and I retreated until my ass was against his desk. His face was close to mine when he spoke.

"What do you want, Christie? Do you want to play with your little boyfriends or do you want to play with a real man? You can sleep in the guest room tonight like a good little girl or you can learn something about life if you want. Or if you're not chicken. But once we start, don't expect me to stop. You get to say 'no' right now or not at all, got that?"

It was the chicken thing that triggered my defiance one more time. I looked at Mr. Wilson and said, "If you want to play, then let's play."

He took me in his arms and kissed me, hard. I was instantly scared to death of what I'd done, what I'd started with my big mouth. This wasn't Tommy Skopos or Mike Hanford, the two boys I'd had furtive little affairs with, this was a man with mature needs. I could tell this wasn't going to be just another make-out session. 

I felt his cock poking at me through the layers of the robes between us and I realized, too late, that he was dead serious. This was no game we were playing. 

His lips moved down my neck and then he seized me by the waist and lifted me onto the desk. He pushed my legs apart and crushed himself to me. The cool air of the room brushed over my legs, reminding me of how vulnerable I was right at that moment. I pushed at his shoulders when he tried to open my robe.

"Playing hard to get?"

I looked at him with my defiance again and then gave it up. 

"Mr. Wilson, look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to..."

He shook his head and put a finger to my lips, shushing me.

"Christie, you had your chance before. I meant it when I said there was no changing your mind. I'm not one of your little boyfriends you can tease and tease. You said you wanted to play, well this is part of the play, dear."

He leaned in and kissed me again. His hands ran up to my neck and under my robe. In one swift move my shoulders were bare and I began to cry as he tried to get the robe off of me. 

"Here, now, no tears. It's not so hard to take off a robe, Christie." He dropped his in front of me. "See?"

I caught a glance of his thick cock and my eyes clouded up with tears again as I knew that I'd played a game with a real man and lost. He pulled me off the desk and I surrendered as he took the robe off and let it slip to the floor. He sighed as he took me in his arms and crushed me against his strong chest. I can't begin to explain the feelings running through me all at once. I wanted to run and then a part of me wanted to see this through, to experience being the object of a man's desire.

He turned me around and held me close again. His arms wrapped around me and his hands sought after, and found, my pert little breasts. Then he sent a hand into my downy tuft and I recoiled as a finger slipped into me.

"You like being touched like this. Don't you, Christie? Don't you, baby?" 

The sheer sexual feeling I felt right then was more than I was ready for. I trembled as he probed me and found my clit. I put my hand on his and tried to get him to stop, but he just held on harder, intensifying an already intense moment.

I braced myself on the desk as Mr. Wilson began fucking me with his finger, knowingly concentrating on my clit. I felt him kiss the back of my neck as I silently changed my focus from fear to pleasure. 

My feet involuntarily spread wider to give him freer access to please my body. The thought that he'd want me to do the same for him crossed my mind and I figured a hand-job wouldn't be too much to ask after this. My head fell to my chest as his skilled finger worked me up into a frenzy. He'd bring me to the edge of going off and then he'd back off before starting all over again. It was driving me mad. 

Finally, the wonderful pleasure grew in my belly and then released itself on my soul. It was the most powerful orgasm of my life at that point. He took my arms in his hands and guided me to the desktop. Placing my hands at the far edge of the desk he then softly caressed my back and my arms as the glow of the orgasm sedated me.

I felt him at my entrance again and arched my back to raise it up to him. I smiled to myself as I prepared to let him start me on another glorious sexual journey. His probing was a little more gentle this time and I allowed myself to relax as he pushed at me. It felt fuller than the first time and then I realized that this wasn't his finger in me.

My sex-ed classes came back to me.

"You have a condom on, right?"

He chuckled. "There are no condoms in this house, little one. And I'm not gonna lie to you and tell you about a vasectomy. You just relax and I'll pull it out before there's a problem. Trust me."

With that he gave me a deep thrust and I felt his hairy thighs kiss against my bare ass. It was wonderful to have this beautiful man making love to me and I lay there glowing in his attentions. He wasn't one of the boys, that was for sure. He'd slowly withdraw himself from me and then slowly penetrate me, holding my hips and grinding himself into my depths. 

He asked me to squeeze him and I gave it my best, clamping myself around his cock as he pulled out of me and relaxing as he drove back in. I realized we were making love and I loved the thought of it. 

I knew it had to end sometime, but my senses were all wrapped up in that glorious rod running in and out of me. A clinical part of me was getting a little worried, though, and I gave into my concern.

"You said you'd pull out, right?"

He fucked me a little harder.

"MMmpph, yeah...I will...promise."

I squeezed his cock as hard as I could as if to make the point. His hands moved to my hips and held me, tight, as he increased his rhythm. Part of me knew what was happening and another, inexperienced part of me, still trusted him.

"You said you'd pull out."

All the response I got was a growl and he began to complete what we'd started. He drove deep into me with each thrust now, causing me no small amount of discomfort as my inexperienced body tried to accept him. I went to get up off the desk and he put a hand in the middle of my back and forced my face to the desktop. He pounded me harder and harder, until he suddenly slowed down and took deeper, harder strokes. His hands went to my hips again and held me as he pushed into me and stopped for a moment. He was making a decision, I could just tell.

Then he fucked me again with that pile-driver ferocity and moaned as he held his cock deep into me. I felt the length of it swell and then it rippled with some animalistic power. Helpless to stop it, I felt the beautiful cock spray its fertile load into my womb. I was certain he making me pregnant right then and there.

Like a stupid cow, I just lay there with his cock filling me up with sperm. There was no point in fighting or arguing once it had started so I just lay there.

After a while he pulled out of me and swept me up into his arms. He carried me to his bed and lay me into it before getting in himself. I was on my back as he climbed between my legs and I looked up at him with wonder and fear. Nothing was said as his wonderful cock easily slipped into me again and our lovemaking took on a new, less fervored pace. All night long he taught me lessons no one ever gets in English class. And all night long he filled me with his come.

That was our only time together. He had to run out of town when it turned out he'd made another girl pregnant. As for me, I sweated out the month until my period came and went. Mr. Wilson had, indeed, been a great teacher to me and his lessons have stayed with me down the years. I know what we did was wrong, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. 



Hot for Teacher



You lean over, "Marie, isn't Mr. Roth hot?"

Marie smiles at you.

"Is there something you'd like to share with the class, Lizzy?"

"No sir."

"No? Perhaps you should visit the Headmistress, then."

"Yes sir." You bow your head and stand up. As you are leaving the room, you see Mr. Roth pick up the phone on his desk.

You knock at the door to Headmistress Domina's office. You are nervous. You've only been here a week and you are in trouble already. St. Sluttina's Catholic School for Wayward Girls was really a detention center, but it made pretenses of being a Catholic school. Like this stupid uniform. You didn't see why someone technically an adult should have to wear this, but it was this or lose the trust fund...only another 2 years until you hit 21. Someday, you would make your parents pay for sending you here.

A voice comes from behind the door, "Enter."

You open the door, enter and close it behind you.

"Toes on the line."

You look, in front of her desk there is a white line. You hurry to it and stand toe-to-line.

You wait, standing in front of her for fifteen minutes as she continues the work she was performing when you entered. Finally, she sets the work aside and looks at you sternly.

"Talking in Mr. Roth's class?"

You lower your eyes, "Yes, Ma'am. I was just asking Marie how to finish a problem."

"Well at least you admit it. Next time, direct your questions to your instructor."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"This time, you will receive instruction from me. Come along." She stands and crosses from behind her imposing desk to a door in the east wall. She opens it and motions you through.

You enter. The room looks almost like a gymnasium, except that the objects on the wall didn't belong in a gym. Paddles, whips, canes all adorned the walls here. There were a number of cabinets placed along the walls as well. The Headmistress directs you to an object that looks like a vaulting horse, padded, about waist high. There are things attached to the legs, but you don't have a chance to examine them as she pushes you against it, forcing you to bend at the waist. You start to stand again when she grabs your arms and secures your wrists within cuffs attached to the legs.

"For your violations of classroom rules you will receive the kiss of the paddle. Ten times. Each time you will count out. If you miss one, or I cannot hear you, we will start over at one. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am" Your heart races. She's going to paddle you! At least she's not a nun, that would really be embarrassing!

"Then we shall begin."

SMACK

Your back arches and you climb to your toes as the first "kiss" lands on your backside. Your small, plaid and pleated skirt has obviously ridden up exposing your pantied bottom. And those flimsy panties are no protection whatsoever.

"One" you announce.

SMACK

"Two"

SMACK

"Three" Tears are starting to form in your eyes. 

SMACK

"Four" Only four and already your bottom is burning! Your heart pounds and you gasp for breath.

SMACK

"FIIIVE" you cry out the number. The hit shakes loose the building tears and they start to roll down your cheeks. You start to sob. You can feel your cheeks tingling through the burning sensation.

SMACK

"SIX" You manage to gasp. You're not certain you can make it to ten now.

SMACK

"Seven" you croak out. It's faint, but all you could muster for that one.

"That was almost too low for me to hear, Lizzy. Speak up unless you want to start over."

"Yes, Ma'am"

SMACK

"EEIIGHT!" You scream. That one was easy. But it's too much, "Please stop, I won't talk anymore. I pro-"

SMACK

"AAAHHH!...NINE" You are fully crying now. Sobs shake your tiny frame. You know there is no mercy in the Headmistress.

SMACK

"TEEENNNNNN!!!!" Oh, thank God, it's finally over! You are panting heavily, like you've just run a marathon. Tears drip from your face.

"Very good my dear. I am impressed. Most girls don't make it past six."

"You've finished already?" A male voice asks. You turn your head. Mr. Roth stands there and looks at you.

"Yes, Mr. Roth. Just a moment ago. Ms. Lizzy made it all the way to ten." As she talks, her small hand caresses your abused bottom. OW! It still stings and burns...and--tingles. You bite your lower lip to avoid making any more noise.

"Feel her bottom Mr. Roth, it's quite warm." Her hand slides down your backside to the gusset of your panties. "And, I do believe she enjoyed it! See for yourself." Oh no! OW! His hand rests on you bum for a moment, then gently caresses it. Slowly it slides down following the Headmistress's hand. 

You can feel his fingers on your pussy through the thin material. A small sigh of pleasure escapes you. You know his fingers are resting on a small moist spot, there.

"You see, I told you." You bite your lip again and your face cycles through several shades of red before settling on one appropriate for this level of humiliation.

The fingers lightly stroke you through the panties, eliciting a greater flow of juices from you.

The hand withdraws...then you feel it on the bare skin of your thigh. It slides up, under the elastic leg band of the panties. For the first time, a man is touching you directly, feeling your pussy. You moan, no longer able to contain yourself. The fingers explore your folds and delve between, stirring the gathering fluids...Then, it is gone. You manage to stifle a disappointed whine.

"Mmm, so young and fresh tasting." He says. He's tasted you, sampled from his fingers!

"The young ones always are, Mr. Roth. If you care to partake, be my guest."

The hand returns. but not so gently. It grabs the panties and bunches them, then pulls violently. The panties come apart with a ripping and snapping sound. OW! That's going to leave some marks. Instinctively, you close your legs to try and prevent access. Then you realize what has occurred.

"But, but, I can't go back to class without underwear!"

They laugh at you. "Lizzy, the Headmistress keeps the cabinets, well some of them, stocked with spare uniforms. All the way down to the panties."

Realization dawns on you. They've done this before.

You start to panic.

You feel them take your legs and pull them apart. They are placed into restraints like those on your wrists. "No, no!" You futilely try to stand, the wrist restraints doing their job and hold you down.

"Ms. Lizzy, the room is quite soundproof, so you may make as much noise as you like."

Your sounds of resistance slowly die out as you realize that they serve no purpose. You are trapped.

His hands are on the backs of your thighs, sliding upwards to your glowing cheeks. He stops short of the abused area and parts the succulent flesh there. You can feel his hot breath on the lips of your schoolgirl cunt as he leans in. Lightly, his tongue slides over you. You know you are wet, and this is only going to provoke more of your slippery fluids to seep from you. His mouth gets more aggressive and he leans farther into you. His mouth is fully planted on you and you can feel his nose bumping your puckered asshole. Your hips start to move of their own volition. He releases one of your cheeks and slides a finger into you. You can feel his facial stubble on the skin of your ass. Some of it is on the inflamed area that was paddled. You cry out. The pain sensation over the pleasure from his mouth is too much. You orgasm.

You gasp and pant as you come down from the orgasmic high. You watch the Headmistress pull a stool over to directly in front of you. She sits in it and pulls up her skirt, exposing the tops of her stockings and garters and...no underwear! He pussy has a sparse covering of hair. She obviously maintains it well. Her hand wraps into your long hair and pulls your face into her pussy. "Lick Lizzy. Suck my cunt!"

Tentatively, you extend your tongue and slide it into the seam of her snatch. You can smell her, and now you can taste her. Not what you expected, but not bad. You start to lick deeper and with more confidence as you hear her announce her pleasure.

Suddenly, a warm solid rod sinks into your hole. Mr. Roth is fucking you! He must have disrobed while you were distracted with the Headmistress. He pushes forward, all the way until you can feel his course pubic hair on your reddened ass cheeks. "Fuck I love teens!" He proclaims. The Headmistress chuckles between sighs. 

Mr. Roth strokes in and out of you. You feel him lean forward and reach around you. He grasps your shirt at the button line and pulls. The buttons give only token resistance and then begin to pop off in sequence. They fall to the hard wood floor and roll away. His hands reach into your shirt and take the center strap of your bra, right between the two 34B cups. He pulls. The bra resists more fiercely, but eventually gives way. Your youthful breasts now hang below you. His hands maul them as he slams into you. You can feel him bottoming out, the head of his cock banging into your young cervix repeatedly. Fingers pinch your nipples and pull. Juice from your tiny quim coats his shaft and gathers in your sparse pubes. You start to come again...

You find your face ground into Headmistress's pussy as she commands you to satisfy her. You've become distracted by Mr. Roth's use of your body and completely forgot what your mouth was doing. You start licking and sucking again. She produces a small vibrator and inserts it into her pussy. It rattles against your teeth in rhythm with the pounding you are taking from your teacher. The Headmistress starts to whine. It escalates in pitch and intensity. You double your efforts and feel your own orgasm pulsing through your body. You moan into her cunt and she peaks, back arching, nearly pulling your hair out.

You can feel Mr. Roth getting harder, he starts thrusting faster and more savagely. "Oh, fuck, yes! You nasty little cunt! You like being the teacher's pet? You like getting the punishment? I bet this is what you always wanted from Daddy isn't it? Daddy's hard cock up your tight little quim!" That drives you over the edge, you come and come hard! How could he know?? You feel your juices running down your legs and your pussy is contracting around his cock. "GA! Yes!" You teacher comes in your pussy. You can feel the warm wetness fill you.

The Headmistress vacates her stool and they switch places. She starts licking you, tasting yours and Mr. Roth's puddles of cum, mixed together. 

"Clean me" says Mr. Roth. His soggy cock dangling in front of you. You open your mouth and accept him. Your first taste of these juices together. You notice that you have a different flavor from Headmistress. As the last of the residue is cleaned from him, he dresses and leaves, barely casting a glance your way. The Headmistress stands, wipes her lips and face. She crosses to a small sink in the corner and cleans herself.

She returns and releases you. "Go to the sink and wash your face. Then fix your hair."

You obey. While you clean, she opens several cabinets.

You finish and return to her, You can feel Mr. Roth's cum at the opening of your pussy. Headmistress didn't do a very good job of cleaning you, but wisely, you say nothing. She sets a stack of clothing on an ottoman. As she straightens, you can see a camera in her hands. She snaps a photo of you. 

You look well abused, you know that. 

"Dress, panties first. We wouldn't want you to lose any of that wonderful spunk in your pussy."

As you dress, she takes photos. Cum in my pussy? Oh, god! I am not on the pill! What happens if I get pregnant?

She sees the look of alarm cross your face and smiles. "Not to worry my dear. We take care of our girls here."

You finish dressing and she gives you a note allowing you to return to classes late. As you leave her offices, you can feel his cum soaking into the underwear and matting in your hair...



Hot for Teacher



He began to get nervous and excited as he got closer to his desk; the anticipation tingled through his limbs. He knew it was wrong to hope his admirer had left another letter, but it was like an addiction. This was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to this 27 year-old teacher.

The top drawer of his desk was slightly ajar and he saw a pastel colored envelope laying there. He debated in his mind, as he always did at this point, should he read it or shouldn't he? Deep down he knew he would, but he felt better about himself if he struggled with it for a while. 

The letters were coming frequently now, every couple of days instead of once a week like before. This was a small school and he was having trouble keeping his composure around each and every woman who passed him in the halls. He was also becoming more aware that these sultry letters were beginning to seem like they could be coming from a student, and even though he knew it was wrong, this excited him even more. The letters always started in the same way: 

'I watched you eat your lunch today. The way your mouth looked when you brought the food to your lips when you ran your tongue along them to catch any drips that had not made it into your mouth was almost more than I could take. The thought of those lips tasting me from head to toe brought me to the edge. My body started to quiver and I had to look away, afraid that I wouldn't be able to stop. I followed you down the hall and imagined you turning, seeing me, and then pulling me into the nearest empty room, throwing me down on a table, lifting my skirt, and taking me from behind. I got so excited I couldn't help myself. I ran to the ladies room and pleasured myself with thoughts of you.' 

Mike had to put the letter down. He looked around to make sure he was still alone; worried that anyone around him would notice his excited expression. Class was about to begin, and Mike had his advanced art students this hour; juniors mostly, and very talented. They were a good class to have, and he enjoyed his time with them. They would be a good distraction he believed, although in actuality he thought about the letter throughout the class. The next hour was for independent study, and as it was a very quite class, he had an opportunity to read more of the letter.

'I'll read for a bit and if I get too much into it, I will put it away,' he thought, trying to convince himself.

'Do you ever feel like the life you have been living is a lie?'

This was different; it was more personal then her normal flirting. She didn't normally ask him questions, other than 'do you want me?' Which he did! It continued:

'Life in this town is the same everyday. People are afraid to be who they really are. They don't want people to think they might be different. What would others think of the things I want to do with a married art teacher who is just as tired of being something he is not as I am?' Mike folded the letter and put it in his briefcase. How could someone have the ability to take his mind to the very edge of his limits? This girl was more inside him and his darkest thoughts then anyone else had ever been. He began to worry even more about who could be writing to him and the power they could have if these thoughts were ever exposed. The day's last bell rang, and he headed home. Getting home as usual at 4:00pm, Mike kissed his wife, had supper as a family as always, read to his kids and then put then to bed. He finished the dishes and then spent much of the evening thinking about the letters. He was still extremely turned-on at the thought of her masturbating in the girls' restroom.

He headed to bed and called to his wife, "Are you coming up soon?"

"Not for a while," he heard her respond, "good night." As he crawled into bed he thought about what he wanted to do to his mystery female. What was she doing? Maybe she was thinking of him, or writing him another letter. What if she was pleasuring herself at this very moment? He slid his hand under the covers to his already hard cock. He imagined her watching him. His hand began to pump at this thought. He closed his eyes and tried to picture what she may look like, but the fact that he had no Idea who she was just seemed to make him hornier. When he came, his orgasm was massively intense. Next morning, Mike entered his classroom in the same controlled manner as always. Today was different though, inside himself he was extremely nervous. He sat at his desk and stared at the drawer which may or may not hold a new letter. He fought his desire to open it and see. The classes came and went. 

He ate lunch looking in turn at everyone he could. Who was the mystery writer? The thought of this and a renewed desire to look in the draw caused him to run back to his classroom. He opened the draw. Yes, a letter was there, beaconing to him, as if to say, read me, you know you want to.

'You wore that shirt today that I love; the one that's tight in all the right places. You put your hand on my shoulder in class, and as you walked around me to look at my project I let my hand drop to my side. The back of it rubbed against the round of your pants. I had to take my panties off after class they were so wet.' 

He dropped the letter. Finally he was certain that she was one of his students. He'd known it was possible, but the reality of it just hit him like a ton of bricks. He picked the letter up and read on.

'I've been thinking of all the letters I have written and the many orgasms I've had just thinking about you. Six long months I have been telling you how much I want you and I have decided that my fantasies are no longer enough to satisfy me. I want you inside me. I need to know if you're ready. Now that you know I am in one of your classes come find me.'

Find her! What the hell kind of a game was she playing? If she was a student, he couldn't possibly ask the kind of questions needed to be sure who it was. He'd be reported, probably even fired and then his career would be totally finished. He read through the letter again, and then pulled out his class lists. Mike tried desperately to eliminate possibilities, but it was completely useless. A few days passed and he wasn't getting any closer to figuring out this puzzle. He was driving himself mad. It was affecting his sleep, and work no longer seemed important. His marriage was already in so much trouble that his wife didn't even notice he was distracted. Mike decided to find a clever way to ask for help in finding her; he was getting tired of playing. 

What he did was to give the same talk to all his classes. He explained to his students how important it was to go after what they wanted; that if their passion for something was intense enough, they must take whatever action was required to achieve their goals. He particularly emphasised that they must never be afraid to ask questions or seek help from others. He hoped she would get the message.

The last bell of the day rang and he sat at his desk, waiting for her to respond. 'I can't do this,' he though to himself. 'I need to go.' He grabbed his keys and headed for the door. But, just as he locked his room and started up the stairs he heard a familiar voice.

"Mr. K," she said. He turned and faced her. 

"Dawn?" He replied questioningly. 

"Um you got a sec?" she asked. "I have a question about my project." 

He took a deep sigh of relief, and answered "sure," as he unlocked the door. Dawn was a sophomore and a very beautiful girl. Mike knew her well, her dad was the president of the school board and their family was very well known in the local community. Dawn herself was a hard working student and a fine person. He grabbed her pottery work off the shelf. "What can I help you with?" he asked, setting a vase down on the table. 

"No, not that project, I meant my independent study," she exclaimed, pushing the vase over and laying her sketch book in its place. 

"Oh," he chuckled, "what did you chose as your point of study?' 

"Well sir, you have been so preoccupied lately that I haven't found time to show you," she said sadly.

"I know Dawn, I'm really sorry, but I am all yours now," he guiltily responded. 

"A self portrait is what I have been working on. I was hoping you could look it over as I am not sure if the proportions are right, and I want it perfect." 

"Well, let me see what we've got," Mike responded. 

"I'm a little nervous Mr. K, you know how I am about my work sir." 

"Dawn, this is me, you know you are one of my most talented students." 

She smiled at him, removed her hand, and moved so that she was standing behind him. He was silent as he opened the cover. His heart pounded hard and his palms got wet as he looked over a fully nude portrait of her! His mouth opened wide but no words came. 

She leaned close to him and whispered, "Sir, you're wearing that shirt I love today." 

Mike remained speechless, and his eyes just couldn't leave the page. It's her, he realised, she is the one.

"Why?" he asked. 

"Why what?" she replied playfully. "Why did I do the drawing or why do I wish you were looking at my actual body the way you are looking at that portrait?" 

Dawn moved around from behind him, took the book from his hands and positioned herself so she was directly in front of him. She was sitting on the table with her legs spread just far enough for his hips to be between them.

"Disappointed?" she asked.

"Shocked," he replied. 

"Well sir, you told us to ask if there was something we wanted." She leant into him, and put her mouth by his ear. "I'm asking," she whispered seductively. 

Mike moved his hips into her; he couldn't hide the fact that he was excited. 

"Please," she moaned, as she ground herself against his now very erect penis.

"Mmmmm, please sir," she moaned again. 

Mike grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "Dawn I can't," he stammered, "It would be wrong for us to do things, so very wrong." 

Dawn once again just moaned and pleaded, "Oh please sir!" 

Mike could no longer resist. All those curious months of repressed passion had led him to this very place and now he gave in to his desires. He couldn't wait one more moment. Mike kissed her mouth hard and fast, almost sloppily. He wanted her so much he almost didn't know where to start. He felt her take the initiative and fumble with his fly. He told her to relax, and take her time to get it loose. She did, and his big erect cock sprang free, throbbing hard and leaking clear pre-cum. Mike lifted Dawn's short skirt so that it was up around her hips. He pushed aside her panties and simply thrust himself deep inside her tight pussy. She cried out, but he stifled her by kissing her mouth. He didn't know how long he could last before he came. Although she was still fully dressed, the vivid memory of the portrait was burned into his mind. 

Mike could see her supple breasts through her shirt. Her nipples were hard and with every thrust of his hips he could see her chest move in and out deeply. He longed to simply rip all Dawn's clothes off, but he was so close to climax there just wasn't time.

He looked at her face and decided she needed something more. He moved his hand over her breasts and then down until he found her clit, which was hard like a tiny pearl. He worked her, rubbing all around that sweet bud. Dawn's breathing became very ragged and she lay back, which allowed him the room to pound her harder. Mike then felt Dawn pumping back to meet his thrusts in unison, and her legs wrapped around his back. He couldn't help but to moan out loud. Mike couldn't ever remember being so out of control. He could feel her pussy begin to tighten around his cock. She started shaking as she got closer to orgasm and she became loud as her excitement grew. Mike, remembering where they were, cupped one hand firmly over her mouth to muffle her moans once again. She orgasmed powerfully, her whole body shuddered, as she came multiply, literally covering his balls in her juices. 

The tight intensity of her contracting pussy brought him to his own climax as waves of his cum filled her, running out of her pussy, down to her ass and onto the edge of the table. 

He pulled her up to him and kissed her with passion. They had finally done what she had wanted to do for so long. He pulled his glistening cock out of her wetness, stepped back, looked at her searchingly, then pulled up his pants and walked to the sink to get her a towel.

"So, you liked my portrait?" she asked playfully. 

He laughed nervously, slowly coming to the realization of what just happened. "I am not quite sure yet," he responded in a mock serious tone. 

"WHAT?" Dawn exclaimed. 

"Well, I haven't seen the full model yet to check if the proportions are correct," he said.

"Well, we will have to arrange that soon," she replied flirtingly, before she got up and walked out of the door. 

Mike wanted to run after her, but instead he just watched her leave. The damage was done and even though he was scared to death, he knew he would not change what had just happened for the world.

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I wanted to that thank 11_Carlton, a great editor and friend for helping my with this story! With out your help this would still just be a pleasant memory!

This is my first story on Literotica. It is based on my own true events. I hope you enjoy reading the story. All feed back is appreciated, thanks!!



Hot For Teacher



This one is dedicated to everyone who has taken the time to write. You rock!

"Please step into my office and shut the door Miss Monroe. Have a seat. I want to go over your quarter-end scores with you." Professor Haan was a tall man with light brown hair and a masculine build. His features were relatively non-descript, but he had sex appeal. He also had expressive green eyes that sent shivers up Terry's spine whenever he looked at her. He presented a conservative manner, but she sensed that he could get a serious freak on if allowed to express himself. She was about to learn this too.

She received an e-mail message from him the night before requesting that she meet him in his office after class. She had shown up promptly as scheduled and now sat before his large cherry wood desk. His office was decorated in a classic and tasteful fashion. His desk angled across a corner with a short book shelf and credenza blanketing the corners behind. Degrees and awards hung prestigiously above his credenza. A large, curtained window with a beautiful view of the track and field spread out before her. Bookshelves lined the adjacent walls and a cozy, black leather couch rested beneath the window just next to his desk area. She drank in every delicate detail she could.

Professor Haan strolled past her chair and around his desk to sit down. He let his hand caress the side of the tall-backed, black leather chair she occupied. She heard his hand slowly pull across the soft leather as she settled back. He sat in his chair across from her and focused on a file full of papers in front of him. "Overall, you've done quite well. I was very impressed with your final project and added a few points for your presentation and creativity." He slowly glanced up at her and made eye contact for a few extra moments. He had done this to her before in class. She often felt like he was just lecturing to her and only her. She held his gaze and felt like he was undressing her.

"That's very kind of you Professor Haan. Thank you." She always spoke cordially to him. She loved the kind of attention it drew from him.

"You're quite welcome, Terry. Please, call me Dave." He smiled that sexy, shy yet inviting smile. Ooh, he was good. Real good, she thought as she felt her naked crotch moisten under her skirt.

"Well, Dave. If my performance has been so exemplary, why have you called this meeting?" She could only imagine. Or could she?

"I'm glad you asked that. I don't have a score for the week 6 assignment. I don't appear to have seen it. Since it's the end of the quarter, I am unable to accept it late."

Terry was shocked. She jumped forward in her seat, "I need to pull the highest grade in this class to be eligible for the internship. Is there anything I can do?"

"I've been thinking about that. That's why I called you in. There really isn't anything you can do. Well, nothing for the class. But, I am open to accepting any favor a student may wish to offer in bargaining for a better score." His face took on a wolf-like expression and I swear he emitted a deep, gutteral growl as he exhaled.

"Oh. Um, well, Dave. What sort of "favor" might a student offer to purchase a high score? I mean, I could clean your office. Or maybe wash your car?"

"I had something entirely different in mind." He swung his chair around to the side and leaned back. "Tell me Terry, do you have a boyfriend?"

"No. I haven't had the time for that sort of thing this quarter."

"So. That means you haven't had sex for a while then. Terry, when is the last time you were given a long, hard fucking?"

She nearly melted as the words rolled off his tongue. She began to stutter and feel a little ashamed as her nipples grew hard and her cheeks flushed pink. She barely uttered, "About a year."

"Why don't you come over here by me. Let's discuss what sort of favors I'm willing to accept from you." He waved her around the desk. When she arrived near him, he guided her hips positioning her at the edge of his desk in front of him. She leaned back against the desk before him seated in front of her lap. He looked her up and down and whispered, "Will you lift your skirt?"

She obliged, slowly lifting her black cotton skirt up above her knees. Then above her thighs. With each level, his breath increased. She could see his lap bulging with anticipation. She lifted her skirt above her naked crotch. He let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair, squirming to adjust his building tension. He looked her squarely in the eyes and said, "Show me your pussy."

She parted her legs a little and reached down to open her full, pink lips. He unzipped his pants as he watched her. His hand slowly caressed, then pulled out his erection. He began to masturbate while staring at her exposed and moistening hole. He built himself up to his fullest hardness and then left his erection to bob in is lap as he reached for her pussy. "May I feel your pussy?" He didn't even wait for her response as his finger inserted enough into her cunt to pull out some moisture and run it up along her clit. Her head fell back and she exhaled an uncontrolled moan. 

"Do you want me to fuck your pussy?" He inquired. His tone no different than if her were asking a question during a lecture. She was unable to reply, breathless from the way his finger slowly slid and smeared all over her clit and lips.

"Say fuck," he encouraged.

"F-f-fuck."

"Say my."

"mmmy."

"pussy," he slowly whispered into her ear as he stood and leaned into her.

"Oh god, fuck my pussy. Please?" She nearly begged as he ran his stiff cock across her damp clit. He humped the outside of her cunt like this for a little bit, muttering comments and obscenities into her ear.

"Please, huh? Are you begging for it? Begging for my hot fuck? I knew your were a nasty freak when I first laid eyes on you. You are so sexy. I could barely take my eyes off you during my lectures. Do you have any idea how many times I've thought about doing this to you? Fucking your tight wet cunt. Huh? Yeah, I've been wanting to cram you full of my hard cock for weeks." He tugged and pulled her body into him, grabbing her ass cheeks, her thighs, then back up to her arms and tits. 

He spent this time unbuttoning her blouse and pulling her tits over the top of her bra. He moved his mouth from her ear to her nipples. He rubbed his cock on her while nibbling and sucking her tits and nipples. He licked up her neck to her mouth and stuffed it full of a strong, passionate kiss. Sucking and nibbling at her full lips and tongue he asked, "What did you say?"

She moaned into his mouth, "Fuck my pussy." She could feel her orgasm building as he pulled her into him with the front of her blouse. His cock head began to enter her hole as she still stood, leaning back on the desk.

"Fuck your pussy, huh? Not quite yet. You're not ready." He continued teasing her hole and rubbing her clit, pushing his cock head into it with his hand. He smeared his pre-cum into her stiff and dripping clit. Then he started pushing against her with a slow, steady rhythmn. "I want you to be good and ready."

She began to rock into him in a slow rhythmic trance and moans started emitting from her throat. Her orgasm was upon her as he slid along her slit. "Now you're ready." He stated as he shoved his stiffness inside her. She let out a cry as he road her orgasmic waves. She felt another orgasm rise on top of the incomplete initial one. She could feel his cock head swelling inside her as it rubbed her sensitive, pre-orgasmic g-spot. He groaned into her and rammed a couple of more slow and steady strokes into her cervix as he shot into it. Her inner hole gripped him as he slid deep into her with his mouth covering hers and his hands holding her head to his. "Oh god yes, you are a great fuck," he whispered into her mouth.

He stroked into her a few more times with his spent, semi-erect cock. "I'm gonna get hard again," he commented. With that, a abruptly slipped out of her and fell back onto his chair. He scooted up and pushed her onto his desk spreading her legs apart. He began to lick her sensitive swollen clit very gently. He quickly flicked his tongue ever so lightly across her there. It felt like hummingbird wings to her in her post coital haze.

She began to gently hump as her arousal built up again. He just stuck out his tongue for her to wipe on. She humped at him for a few moments, adjusting the pressure from light to harder. He suddenly covered her clit and pussy with his whole mouth and began to suck. She screamed as he sucked another orgasm out of her. She lay back on the desk, breathless and spent as he arose from his chair. His shirt unbuttoned and hanging, his pants off and his massive cock jutting forward at her. He was so fucking sexy.

She was panting and moaning and staring at him hovering over her like a predator at prey. "Turn over," he commanded with his hard dick in his hand. She stood and bent over the desk. He deftly slipped himself into her letting out a moan. He grabbed her ass cheeks and began to slam himself into her. He pushed so deep that she could feel his balls swing against her clit. He impaled her to the desk with his body and reached to hold the other side. She felt rooted to the desk as he pushed and poked rapidly into her with his newly gained leverage. His legs pushed hers together between them as he pounded her tight wet hole. His head was just above hers, grunting and moaning into her ear with every thrust. She could feel his balls stiffen as they pushed into her clit. He grunted and thrust into her now with such force as her orgasm built from the agitation from the hair of his balls against her clit.



Hot For Teacher Ch. 01



Things have been sort of slow during the past few months at the company that I work for, so our management team utilized this lull in activity to expand the knowledge base for it's employees by offering us various software training classes. I decided to take advantage of the opportunity and I enrolled in several of the classes. The first class was pretty boring and while I did learn a great deal I wasn't sure if I wanted to complete all of the classes that I had signed up for. Well all of that changed when I showed up for my second class. 

When I walked into the classroom that day, I noticed that we had a new teacher. This woman was beautiful and so incredibly sexy, that I couldn't take my eyes off her! She was about 5' 5," long blonde hair, intense green eyes, and she had a firm, round ass that was accented by her sheer, form fitting dress remember thinking, "Now this is more like it! Maybe this training stuff won't be so bad after all!" I strategically positioned myself in a seat so I could watch this lovely, young goddess move around the room and settled in for the class to begin. When everyone finally arrived, she welcomed us to class and told us that her name was Jenny and she would be our instructor for the next two days. 

Well, those next two days were wonderful! Jenny loved to walk back in forth in the room to ensure that everyone was following along and from my "selective vantage point," I was able to keep a close watch on that incredible tight ass of hers!! I sat there hour after hour, daydreaming about making love to her as I covertly rubbed my cock through my pants, almost to the point of orgasm! 

Jenny and I quickly established a "connection" and by the middle of the second day we were constantly exchanging humorous "barbs" and flirting with each other. As we neared the end of the second day, I hated to think that the class was coming to and end and I wasn't going to be able to see her any longer. As the class ended, I walked up to Jenny and told her how much I had enjoyed her class. Jenny gave me a broad smile, winked and told me that she had enjoyed having me in her class. My heart fluttered at even this modest expression of attention and my mind was in a fog as I made the short walk back to my office. I spent the rest of the day thinking about her and hoping that I would be able to see her again. 

The next week I had another training class scheduled and I when I walked in, there was Jenny. I felt butterflies in my stomach as our eyes met. Of course I positioned myself strategically once again to ensure that I had a clear view of her as she taught the class. Memories of that day are still vividly etched in my mind. Jenny was wearing a red, form fitting dress that showed off her firm ass and perky breasts. I could barely concentrate during the first couple of hours of class as I watched her move around the room. I sat there in a daze and fantasized about how wonderful it would be to make love to this exotic creature! As usual, Jenny moved from student to student, checking on our progress and I kept watching that tight, round ass of hers sway back and forth in that red dress as my cock throbbed inside my pants. During the next couple of weeks I attended several other training classes and to my great satisfaction, Jenny taught over half of them. 

I started coming to class early and stayed around during class breaks so I could have some uninterrupted time with her. Our friendship grew and before long our flirting began to heat up. My desire to be with Jenny grew to an almost intolerable level and I knew that I had to do something soon or I was going to go crazy as the lust built inside of me! One day after class I asked Jenny for her email address and I began sending her emails every day. During the next few days I began to get bolder with each successive message as I started to raise the stakes some. Before long, I started dropping subtle hints about my attraction to her to see how she would react. 

It was obvious that Jenny was beginning to get curious about my interest and I thought that it was about time to raise the stakes a little more! I decided it was time to tell Jenny how attracted I was to her and that I wanted to pursue something a little more.... "Intimate"! Much to my surprise, (and satisfaction) I found out that Jenny felt the same way and over the next few days, we "teased" each other to an erotic frenzy!! By the end of the week we couldn't wait any longer so we agreed to meet at a local shopping center to ...satisfy our curiosity! 

As I reached our rendezvous that night, my heart was pounding in my chest. I began looking for Jenny's car and when I finally saw it, my stomach filled with butterflies with the anticipation of what was about to happen. I pulled up beside her car, Jenny got out and smiled a seductive little grin as she walked toward my car. She was wearing a shear white shirt and black calf length skirt that was slit up the side. As I watched her walk toward the car, I noticed how the skirt hugged her firm, round ass and I felt my cock begin to stir! Jenny slipped into the passenger seat and within seconds, my car was filled her sensuous aroma. I breathed in deeply, savoring the wonderful scent that I had grown to love so much. 

I pulled my car around to the far side of the shopping center for a little more privacy. This was perfect! The parking lot on the side of the building was almost deserted, very dimly lit and the building was casting long shadows across the parking lot, which created a very secluded place for our little rendezvous. I gazed deeply into Jenny's beautiful green eyes. Every inch of my body was on fire as I gently caressed her face and ran my fingers through her long blonde hair. I had waited for this for so long for this moment, I couldn't believe it was finally here. I leaned over and kissed her and as my lips met hers I could feel my cock begin to stiffen in my pants. I unbuttoned my pants with my left hand and slid the zipper down all of the way, exposing my stiffening cock. Jenny reached over and started to rub her hand across my hard member, teasing me with her fingers. 

As Jenny teased my cock, I reached over and brushed my hand across her breasts. As soon as my hand touched her I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra! Within seconds I could feel her nipples getting erect and I slid my hand under her shirt, across her firm stomach, finally cupping her firm breast in my hand. I squeezed her breast slightly and massaged her nipple between my index finger and thumb as Jenny closed her eyes and her head rocked back. I pulled up her shirt, cupped her breast with my hand again and slowly bent over to place my mouth on her nipple. Jenny placed her hand behind my head and pulled my mouth harder to her breast as I sucked her nipple into my mouth and ran my tongue over and around it. 

The feeling of the firm globe of her breast under my hand and her hard nipple against my tongue caused my heart to pound harder. The passion was building to an unbearable level as our lips met in another erotic kiss. I placed my hand between Jenny's legs and trailed my fingers up her inner thigh. Jenny opened her legs invitingly and scooted down in the seat toward my probing hand. As my hand neared her crotch, I was greeted with another wonderful surprise; Jenny wasn't wearing any panties either! Her pussy was soaked and when my fingers brushed against her wet lips, she let out a soft moan. Jenny spread her legs farther apart, and thrust her hips up as I plunged my finger into her wet snatch! I slipped my finger between her lips and across the tip of her clitoris. Jenny moaned as I rubbed her clit and sucked her hard, erect nipples. I pressed my finger deeper into her wetness and I could feel her hips trusting against my probing finger. I slipped two fingers into her and I could feel how incredibly tight she was and soon, I began to smell the musky aroma of her wetness wafting up to my waiting nostrils. I took Jenny's hand and placed it on my hardening member. She wrapped her hand around it and I put my hand over hers as she started to slide it up and down the shaft. 

While she was busy stroking my hard shaft, I laid back in the seat and closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her jerking me off! Before long, the head of my cock was swollen and purple and pre cum was oozing from the tip. "Take me in your mouth," I whispered. Jenny was quick to comply. She took the tip of my cock into her mouth and teased it until my cock was pounding with the anticipation of her warm mouth engulfing it! Jenny pressed her hand firmly against my rigid shaft, wedging it between her thumb and index finger. She applied gentle pressure and pushed my throbbing cock forward until it was standing straight up. She flicked her tongue up and down my long, hard member and I moaned softly. I could feel her lips and tongue teasing the sensitive area on the underside of my cock and I said, "Oh, you know just what I like don't you?"

Jenny paused and said, "You've been very descriptive in your emails my dear!" She then took me fully into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down, occasionally pausing to slide her tongue along the length of my rigid shaft! I began to pulsate my hips to match the rhythm of her mouth as I ran my fingers through her long, soft blonde hair as it cascaded across my lap. Oh God!! I was in ecstasy!! 

I caressed Jenny's beautiful face and sensuous neck as I watched my cock disappear into her mouth over and over! I leaned back against the seat and pressed my hips upwards, driving my cock deeper into Jenny's waiting mouth. Once again she complied and soon I could feel her lips touch the base of my shaft as she took the entire length of my hardness in her mouth. I ran my hand into the back of her skirt and began caressing Jenny's round, firm ass. "Damn, her ass is so tight," I thought to myself as my fingers ran up and down her soft, firm cheeks. Before long, Jenny could tell by my increasingly frantic motions that I was building to an orgasm. She changed tactics for a moment and started to swirl her tongue around the swollen head of my engorged member. I moaned again and Jenny looked up at me and smiled. She then slowly ran her warm, soft lips over the head of my cock and then ran her tongue down the entire length of my throbbing shaft as her soft hand circled the base firmly. Jenny continued her assault on my trembling cock and I started to pulsate my hips upwards again, driving my cock deep into her waiting mouth. Jenny increased her pace as my hips pulsated faster and faster! As she worked on my hard cock I could feel my climax building and suddenly my balls begin to pump their load up through my throbbing member! 

I groaned," Oh baby, I'm going to cum." and Jenny increase her rhythm even more, taking as much of my hardness into her mouth as she could. My climax exploded as my cock pumped hot spurts of cum into her waiting mouth. As my cock pumped out the last of my load into Jenny's mouth, several drops of cum ran out of her mouth and dripped down her lips. I laid back in the seat in a post-orgasmic haze as Jenny continued to run her lips over my trembling cock for a few more moments before leaning back and wiping the cum from her mouth. 

"That was incredible," I grunted as Jenny sat back in her seat, "I just don't think there is enough room in this car for me to return the favor" Jenny smiled and turned her body toward me, smiled and said "Oh yes there is!" She scooted down in the seat until her ass was almost pressing against the console. I smiled and grabbed her legs and placed them on my shoulders and lifted her ass off of the seat slightly. Jenny pulled her skirt up out of the way and opened her legs a little further to expose her hot, wet pussy to my waiting mouth! 

As I moved my head further down between her legs, the intoxicating musky aroma of her wetness grew stronger and stronger and my mouth began to water. I gently dipped my tongue into her moistness and then flicked her clit lightly with my tongue. I felt Jenny's body tense and she let out a soft, low "Mmmmmm" as she pressed her pussy against my face. I placed my mouth on her clit and began to suck it, savoring the sweet juices that were flowing into my mouth. I ran my tongue up and down the inner lips of her pussy for a few seconds, savoring the taste and that erotic smell that was filling my nostrils. I began plunging my tongue deep into her vagina over and over. I continued to tongue fuck Jenny for a few more seconds as the console started digging into my side. 

I could feel Jenny's body begin to tremble as she struggled to keep her pussy pressed against my face. It was time to get down to business! I placed my mouth on her clit and started licking her with my tongue as fast as I could. Jenny's breathing began to quicken and she started to pulsate her moist cunt against my face. Within seconds I felt her body tense and then begin to convulse up and down as she climaxed. I kept licking and sucking her for a moment or two longer as her body continued to flinch and jerk in the seat. As her body finally began to relax, I lowered her legs and leaned back in my seat. Jenny slowly lowered her skirt and slid back to a sitting position. She looked so beautiful in the dim light that was filtering in throughout the windows of my car. I leaned over toward her again and kissed her passionately, sharing with her the taste of her own pussy that was still lingering on my lips. I cupped her right breast in my hand one last time as my tongue traced light circles in her mouth. Jenny ran her fingers through her hair and soon we both began the inevitable task of "clean up." 

I drove her back to her car and gave her one last kiss goodnight before watching her walk back toward her car. Of course she knew that my eyes were going to be locked on that beautiful ass of hers so she paused, looked back and ran one hand seductively across her firm buns. I sat there for a few moments with that image burned into my mind before starting the long drive home.