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Hello Mr. Davis,
The school year is already wrapping up and I hope it has treated you well. It feels like I was presenting my final senior project to you just yesterday! I'm now almost finished with my first year of college English and a requirement is the completion of a final essay. I understand you are highly busy but was wondering if I could come by and you could edit what I have written. It would mean so much to me and I would appreciate your time.
Thank you,
Jenna Murphy
One hour later I got a reply.
Sure busy with meetings this week but will be at school Saturday morning catching up on grading. Meet me in my room 8am
Typical. I spend forever trying to craft a perfect message and he barely even utilizes his own grammar rules. I just had to make sure he would agree so I could finally get what I wanted for years but never had the guts to get. Well, now I do. And I'm going to get what I want.
Most girls would have done anything to get the physics teacher, Mr. Erickson, to notice them but Mr. Davis was not the most popular when it came to high school girls flirting. He is known for being very strict and intimidating-- he even won a yearbook superlative last year for the harshest grader. I, however, am quite the goody-two-shoes that knows her way to pleasing the teacher and producing the best work I can.
We would often chat before school and even found out we had some similar interests. During these chats, he was always really friendly and often a cute sort of dorky. But I could not get over the way he looked when he was concentrating on something. He'd run his hand through his sandy blonde hair, causing his bicep to flex and his neat polo shirt to tighten around it. Definitely my type and his assertiveness did nothing but turn me on in class. I'd fantasize about him and finally knew my chance was coming.
Saturday morning, I sprang out of bed to take a shower. I shaved my little pussy clean and resisted the strong urge to fuck myself into oblivion with my slippery fingers. I quickly dressed myself in a high-waisted floral skirt, with no panties of course, and decided on a tight pink v-neck with my black lacy bra. I almost walked out the door without my essay before my mom reminded me. If only she knew what her little girl was about to do today.
I arrived at the high school and was surpised to see only one car in the parking lot; hopefully the car of Mr. Davis. I made my way to his room through the hallway that only had a few of the lights on. His door was locked, so I knocked and waited rather impatiently. The door swung open and his smiling face greeted me as my eyes ran over his casual blue jeans and t-shirt.
"Hi! Yeah, no reason to dress up on a weekend," he remarked with a chuckle. Guess I was staring just a bit too long. He pulled up a chair on the right side of his desk in the corner of the small classroom. We spent some time catching up and I learned all about the vacations he had planned that summer and we shared some laughs about the crazy stuff I've seen in college. At this point, I was just easing myself to the point of no return. Whenever he'd say something remotely interesting, I'd lean in and move my hand just a bit closer to his.
"Darren, I--"
"Hey," he laughed, raising an eyebrow, "even though I am not your teacher anymore, you still need to refer to me as Mr. Davis."
"What's the matter, Darren?" I emphasized his name. "We're both comfortable here."
He just playfully rolled his eyes at me.
"Plus, people call their professors by their first names at my uni all the time. It's a pretty different place there, you know. And the stereotypes about the constant parties, alcohol, and hookups are definitely true."
"Well, you're a good student, Jenna. I doubt you partake in any of those..." He paused. "...activities."
"I don't like parties or alcohol, but you'd be surpised at all of the new experiences I've had."
He widened his eyes a bit and nodded silently. I decided to take things a bit further.
"So is there a Mrs. Davis yet?"
Taken off-guard, he just shook his head and stuttered about the troubles of finding a proper date at his age.
"Come on, you've only got to be about thirty, which is eleven years older than me. At least say there's some hope of me finding a date when I'm that old."
He just nodded his head and shrugged his shoulders in a well-you-never-know sort of way, which frustrated me a bit. I wasn't getting anywhere.
"You really still look just as I remembered. People only look different after a year of not seeing them because the person doesn't think about them enough while they're apart." He squinted for a second and gave me a strange look. "Listen, you were my favorite teacher in high school and you've taught me so much. I really appreciate you and wanted to take the time to thank you."
He smiled. "Oh, it's nothing really," he said.
I began to stand up and he turned his chair toward me, wondering what I was about to do. We locked eyes for a few seconds and I began to lift my leg to straddle him. He seemed surprised and I just grinned as I turned the strict Mr. Davis into a stuttering and innocent mess.
"Um, Jenna I really don't--" he managed to spit out as I placed my hands on his shoulders and brought my face to his.
"It's all right, Sir. No one will catch us," I said in a low tone as I lowered my soaking pussy onto his pants. He made a face I'd never seen on him before as his mouth gaped open and he let out a low growl.
"Jenna, please, this isn't--" he sharply inhaled as I began grinding on him, panting now as I felt his boner slowly grow under me. "This isn't--ah fuck--isn't right."
"I'm not your student anymore, I'm a big girl now. We're both adults here, Sir."
"Please just get off," he managed to say. "I'm very flattered but I just don't feel right doing that here."
I sighed and got off, plopping back into my chair.
"Sorry, Sir," I said with my best puppy dog eyes I could muster.
"Oh, and look what you did," His tone was getting stern. "You just made me hard and got your wetness all over me here," gesturing to his crotch. He finally sighed and I didn't know what to do next. I kinda felt like I was in one of those cheap pornos where they say a really ridiculous line.
"Well, if that seems like a problem to you, I know exactly how to solve it." I spread my legs on the chair so the top of my skirt was barely covering my aching cunt.
"Jenna, no. Just get out that essay, which you're very lucky I'm even going to help you with now. I know you're still a good student."
"Ok, Sir."
"And stop with the 'Sir'; it's not helping."
I hid my giggle as I slid my essay to him. I reached into my purse to grab a pen to take notes on what he said. When I bent away from the desk to get it, I lifted my leg ever so slightly so he had a perfect view of my naked slit.
He inhaled again and rested his head in his hand, facing the other direction. There was a silence in the room now. Not an awkward I-just-tried-to-fuck-my-teacher one, but one filled with a strong sexual tension.
There was a glimmer of hope and I let my mind wander as he focused on reading my paper. I put my arms on his desk and leaned forward with my head resting on them, watching his eyes dance across my paper and his hand running through his hair. God, it was driving me wild. I was leaning forward enough that my clit was almost touching the surface of the chair, now soaked with my juices. I needed a release. I discreetly began to imagine him taking me right there on this desk as I slowly moved my pussy back and forth on the chair. It felt so good. I wanted to go faster. I wanted to pounce on his face until he licked me to that heavenly climax. I wanted to ride his cock until he came inside me. God, how I wanted --no, needed. But I kept a slow pace so he wouldn't notice.
He turned the page and I snapped back into reality as I pretended to observe his markings in red pen.
"Um, good so far?" I asked hesitantly.
"Mmhm," he said very quietly, uninterested.
I started grinding again, thinking of him using that pen to fuck my pussy. I thought of him using that pen to write "SLUT" in big letters across my tits. I began to move a bit faster and put my pen in my mouth, almost wishing it was his cock. I ground faster. Fuck.
He whipped his head over and before I could even prepare myself, he grabbed my wrist so hard I dropped the pen on the desk.
"That's ENOUGH, you fucking filthy WHORE."
I cried out in surprise, but my pussy jumped in anticipation of what I hoped he might finally do.
"You're shaking the whole damn desk like you're some sort of fucking rabid animal in heat. Not in my fucking classroom, slut." He got close to my face and was almost yelling now. "Don't you dare fucking think I don't notice you right now and don't you dare think I didn't see you get yourself off in your seat all those times last year. All you want is to come? Huh, slut? Are you a fucking cum slut?"
"Mmm, yes, yes, YES," I groaned and bounced in my chair, completely a wreck, just aching so bad for him to give me what I needed.
"I didn't want to have to do this, but you can't even fucking control yourself. It's absolutely unbelievable I can't even stand it. It fucking pisses me off that you are sitting here teasing me on purpose for your own sick little pleasure." He stood up, shaking his head furiously, and let my hand drop. "You see here what you fucking did?" he barked as he unzipped his pants. His boner was right in front of my face now and looked so yummy.
I grinned from ear to ear.
"You'll be dealing with this in a second, whore, but I need to take a look at you. Clothes off, now."
We both stripped in a hurry without a word, my pussy tingling and aching with need. He pointed to the chair.
"Your dirty little cunt did this, you see?"
I only nodded in a beautiful daze as his cock hung in front of me and his glorious body stood tall.
"Get on your knees and face the chair."
I felt so scared and turned on, hoping he might whip me. Or something better. He grabbed me by the hair and shoved my face so low to the seat of the chair my nose was touching the puddle I've made.
"You know my rule is to keep this classroom clean, so get rid of this mess. You're going to lick up your own pussy juices like a good whore would do." He shoved my face into my own wetness and I gladly slurped up everything like a good girl. My ass stuck out in the air and my wet pussy felt the cold air of the room.
"Good girl," he said, patting my head and giving me a light spank on the pussy.
Fuck. "Thank you, Sir."
"Now it's time for you to come like a big girl. If you want to play like one, then it's time you show me. Get on all fours."
I quickly obeyed and he wasted no time shoving two fingers inside my pussy, furiously pumping. I screamed from the pleasure and sudden pressure. He was right on my fucking g-spot. He flipped me on my back and loomed over me with such power, speeding up his pumping. He used his other hand to grip around my throat. He kept repeating, "Good whore. You better fucking cum for me and show me you're my good little slut. You little fucking bitch."
This sent me over the edge and his other hand began to rub my clit in fast little circles. I screeched and felt the largest orgasm of my life rip through me. My whole body shook until I was finally able to come back down.
After what felt like hours, I caught my breath and found him next to me, slowly stroking his cock and smiling sweetly.
"Sorry if that was too rough for you, but that's just the way I like it, baby doll."
"Me too. That was literally my biggest orgasm yet," I beamed. "Now I believe I need to take care of you."
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