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Jack Moriarty sat alone in his classroom and sighed at the amount of exam papers and work books he had to mark. He was sure he had less the previous day and the pile had not been touched; he came to the conclusion that they simply must come alive at night and breed with each other, creating a thousand more papers for him to mark. The room was dark and only dimly lit by his laptop, generating enough light for him to see just how much he fucking hated his life.
He began checking his emails, trying to find something to do to waste time and keep him from marking a bunch of shit essays about Shakespeare. Every email had the subject of “Isabella Taylor-Clarke” and they all contained complaints and concerns from other teachers. Izzy was one of his Year 13 pupils who had a serious taste for trouble, and he had a serious taste for her. At 45 years old, Jack Moriarty was fully aware that lusting over his 18 year old pupil was something he should be ashamed of, but he couldn’t help it.
She was a wild one, constantly getting into trouble and causing problems. Her latest misconduct involved a large sum of money going missing from the school, a collection of donations from students and staff to raise money for a local charity. Jack Moriarty knew it was Izzy who stole the money, he was more than certain. He watched with his own eyes as she entered the empty office unattended after school hours. He was going to follow after her to catch her in the act, but decided against it as he wondered if it might look inappropriate. He remained hidden and watched once more as she left holding the blue and white striped tin, the money rattling as she ran. £296 a local charity was missing out on, all because Isabella Taylor-Clarke was a conniving little thief with bad grades and an even worse attitude. She was undeserving of a place at the prestigious educational institute and Jack Moriarty believed she needed a good seeing to.
With Izzy on his mind, he tread hot coals and searched her up on Facebook; it wasn’t the first time he had visited her page. He stared longingly at the pictures she had made public: hundreds from parties where she sported tight dresses that showed off her dark caramel skin and her voluptuous curves. Just flicking through them made his cock stir in his pants and he was desperate to relieve himself right there and then.
“Mr Moriarty?”
Jack clicked off the webpage faster than a gazelle with a lion on its trail, and he turned his head quickly with surprise, wondering who could possibly still be on the school grounds so late into the evening. Surprise, surprise: It was Isabella Taylor-Clarke. Jack felt a mixture of excitement and dread churning in his stomach and he smiled anxiously. This could only lead to trouble.
“Izzy, what are you doing here?” He wasn’t sure whether to get up, stay sitting or run a mile.
“You wanted to see me, Sir.”
Izzy stepped into the light and Jack studied her intently. Her uniform during school hours was appalling, but outside it was even worse (or better, depending on how you perceive it.) Her skirt was rolled even higher, exposing her long dark legs and thick thighs. The top 4 buttons on her white blouse were left undone, subtly exposing her big round breasts that Jack had often terribly fantasised about holding. Her tie hung loosely around her neck and she was wearing a pair of black knee high socks, socks she was continuously told were a violation of the school dress code.
“Um, it’s quite late now Izzy, I asked to see you during school hours but you failed to show up,” Jack stuttered, confused.
Izzy somehow took this as an invitation to come in and Jack watched her intently as she did so, hating himself for the happiness he felt that she had. She sat on the table in front of Jack’s desk and neatly folded one dark, smooth leg over the other and smiled sweetly at him. Her large chest heaved up and down and she felt her veins spike with adrenaline; she was seeking a thrill. Jack knew he should have told her to leave in that very moment, and then go visit a church to seek The Lord’s help for his shameful thoughts, but he wasn’t thinking straight.
“I’m here and you’re here so I thought we might as well get this over and done with. I know why you want to see me,” she revealed with a pout.
“Oh you do?” Jack challenged, trying with such great effort not to stare at her breasts.
“You saw me leave with the money, and I’m worried what you might do with this information.”
“Talk to me about it,” Jack suddenly insisted, craving the sound of her beautifully silky voice and enjoying the way her full red lips moved as she spoke. She could recite the entire dictionary to him and he would not mind so long as he could hear her voice.
“I shouldn’t have done it, but I did and I’m not giving it back,” she insisted.
Their eyes locked onto each other and Jack’s eyebrow arched with suspicion.
“Izzy, I’m afraid that’s simply unforgivable. An investigation will be held on Monday and I am obliged to give over any information I hold. I saw you go into the office that night and I saw you take the money, so I’m afraid you will be caught and punished.”
Izzy’s face softened with sadness as she took in her teacher’s words. Izzy wasn’t a stranger to trouble, but she knew if this particular crime was publically revealed, there would be no way back. She was desperate to ensure this information remained between just them two, and she was contemplating ways she could make this happen. Izzy didn’t want to steal the money that night, she wasn’t a monster, but after getting into a spot of financial trouble with a group of people who held her life in their hands, she felt she had no choice.
“Oh Sir,” she sighed in a defeated manner.
Jack felt guilt stir in his stomach, even though he was completely aware that it wasn’t him who was in the wrong.
“Listen, if you can put the money back by tomorrow morning, we’ll forget it all happened,” he compromised.
“I can’t, I’ve spent it now,” she moaned, dropping her head into her hands in frustration.
Jack felt such an intense atmosphere of what could only be described as awkwardness. He didn’t want to expose Izzy’s crime but he was one of those employees that would never put a foot wrong in fear of getting into trouble. He enjoyed having Izzy in his English class; she was like a piece of artwork that was captivating to look at. He knew if he told the authorities what he had saw, she would most definitely at the very least be excluded. How would he get new material for his wank bank?
“Please Sir, please don’t tell anyone,” she sulked, her eyes dropping to the floor with guilt.
“Oh Izzy, I simply must. How can I not?” Jack mumbled.
Izzy’s eyes lit up with excitement as a dangerous thought entered her mind.
“Maybe we could arrange something,” she smiled sweetly as she uncrossed her legs and parted them slightly, allowing Jack to get a very sly peak of her red laced panties.
Like assumed, his eyes directly fell in between her legs and subconsciously he licked his lips hungrily.
Izzy hopped off of the table and slowly walked over to his desk. The closer she got towards him, the more electricity sizzled between them both. She knew she was playing with him, toying with his mind and his emotions. Izzy actually didn’t have that much interest or care in Jack Moriarty; but she needed him to keep his mouth shut and didn’t mind what she had to do to ensure this. She knew her English teacher had naughty thoughts about her so she wanted to use that to her advantage.
“What kind of arrangement?” Jack laughed nervously.
He stared at her longingly and all he wanted to do was strip her down and fuck her right there and then on his desk. He could feel his cock growing harder by the minute as he imagined ramming it into her small wet mouth, hearing her gag as she struggled to take it all at once.
“I will do whatever you want me to do just as long as you don’t tell anybody that it was me who stole the money and you replace it yourself in the morning” she whispered seductively, unbuttoning another clasp on her shirt. “I know you’re attracted to me Mr Moriarty, and everything will stay between just us two.”
Jack couldn’t believe what was going on. His mouth turned dry like he was chewing wood and his palms began to sweat as Izzy moved just a fraction closer to him.
“Isabella, what do you think you’re doing?” He gasped in shock.
“I don’t have any of the money left, and I know that you are more than wealthy,” she said, unbuttoning another button on her shirt, leaving it almost open.
“I think you should leave – we both should leave, it’s getting really late and I think they’ll be closing the school soon,” Jack stuttered urgently.
He shot up and decreased his proximity to Izzy, walking around the desk and standing gormlessly by the door. His hard on was completely noticeable and Izzy looked down at it with a smirk, arching her eyebrows.
“But I don’t want to leave yet,” she pouted playfully, her hands sitting on her perfect curvy waist. “And by the looks of it, neither do you.”
Of course Jack didn’t want to leave. Jack really didn’t want to leave.
“Being alone at school with no one else around… Izzy, we could get into a lot of trouble.”
“Haven’t you heard, Sir? Trouble is what I’m famous for,” she winked cheekily before turning serious again. “I need what I did to remain a secret and I will do anything to make sure it does. If you replace the money for me, the investigation will be stopped and I won’t get into any more trouble. I will serve you as your own personal slut and no one has to know anything.”
Jack was shocked. Jack was speechless. He was her teacher and she was his student, so how did this Monday night on school grounds suddenly turn into what could be described as almost prostitution? Izzy gently swiped at his desk and a book fell to the floor. She giggled, turned her back to her teacher and slowly bent over to retrieve it. Her skirt was so short that her big round arse and red sexy panties were on complete display. Such a classic move.
Jack tried to think straight but all he wanted to do was bury his face in that arse. He had the chance to finally take advantage of his sexy willing student and all it would take is keeping his mouth shut and only £300. His thoughts wandered elsewhere as he imagined what it would feel like to kiss Izzy’s full red lips; what it would feel like to run his hands through her wild curly hair; what it would feel like to have her. His austere thoughts distracted him so thoroughly he didn’t notice he too had stepped closer to Izzy. Their faces were inches apart.
Jack felt this strange feeling inside of him, a mixture of thrill and utter panic and he wasn’t sure of what to do next. For a split second, the school rules and regulations, the consequences of his potential desires, the fact he had a wife and 3 kids waiting for him at home all flashed through his mind. –And then they disappeared.
None of that meant anything as he leant in to kiss his 18 year old student. As soon as their lips met, it was like fire and rain at the same time. His lips pushed against Izzy’s and her mouth slightly parted, allowing his warm tongue to work against hers. There was so much passion, so much life ruining passion in that kiss that it startled them both. Jack had this sinking feeling in his stomach and he knew what he was doing could potentially destruct his life, but it was hard to care when he had a student like Izzy attached to his lips.
He ran his hands down her body as he hungrily kissed her neck, pushing her wild hair out of her face. He grabbed her hips and pushed her up onto the table, the same table she sat at just last week, taking one of his exams. Her legs parted slightly and Jack began unbuttoning her blouse as she sighed eagerly. Jack’s cock was rock hard at this point and he was desperate to stick it inside of her. Jack had waited long enough for this moment, and he didn’t want to waste a second of it.
“I want you to fuck me, Sir” she whispered, biting at his ear lobe, “that’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“So badly,” he growled, his hand in between her legs, rubbing her fat pussy through her laced knickers. “You’re going to have to earn my silence and my money.”
“Yes Mr. Moriarty,” she giggled in between sighs of pleasure. “Anything you want.”
Jack unzipped his trousers and released his hard long cock. It had been so long since he had any sexual interaction with a woman, not even his wife touched him lately. No prompts necessary, Izzy got straight onto her knees and wrapped her mouth around his bell end. Jack’s knees buckled and leaving no time for him to prepare himself, she took it all inside of her mouth. She spread her tongue wide as she ran it up and down his shaft, gagging each time the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She swirled her tongue around the tip and spat on it, sucking every inch.
“Ah I knew you’d be good at this,” Jack smiled with pleasure, holding her hair in pigtails and pushing her head further onto his cock, fucking her throat.
Izzy looked up at him with her big green eyes as she allowed her teacher to continuously thrust his cock in and out of her little wet mouth. Once she started gently rubbing his balls with her left hand, Jack thought he was going to blow his load right there and then.
He pulled his cock from her mouth and lifted her up from her knees, sitting her back on his desk. He unbuttoned the last two buttons on her white shirt, releasing her big soft breasts. He wanted to keep as much of her school uniform on her as possible but he needed access to those beautiful tits. He put one straight in his mouth, licking and sucking and nibbling on the nipple as his hands played with her dripping wet pussy.
“Oh Mr Moriarty, that feels so nice,” she whimpered. “I want you to fuck me.”
He looked up at her and hungrily licked his lips.
“You want to be fucked, do you? Do you want me to shove my hard big dick inside your wet little cunt?”
“Please, that’s what I want Sir, more than anything,” she begged desperately.
“Are you wet for me, baby?” He pulled his hands from her panties and licked them hungrily before allowing her to taste herself, running his fingers around her mouth.
“I’m ready Mr Moriarty; I’m ready to feel you inside of me.”
Izzy got up and bent herself over the desk, removing her panties. Jack stared at her big arse and spanked her.
“You’ve got secrets you need me to keep, don’t you Isabella? Because you’re a naughty little girl who needs to be punished,” he growled, spanking her once more as she gasped.
He rubbed the head of his cock around Izzy’s hole, teasing her until he couldn’t wait any longer. He gently pushed it inside her tight wet pussy as she arched her back and squealed with pleasure. Wow, she was so tight; such a tight wet pussy on a girl with a big arse, big tits and beautiful face. He was literally fucking every man’s dream.
Jack could feel the tight walls of her pussy grip onto his cock and it felt like nothing he’d ever felt before. He quickly picked up the pace, pumping his cock inside of her as she moaned with pleasure.
“Oh fuck me harder Sir, this feels so good, oh Mr Moriarty,” she cried out.
Jack gripped her hips and fucked her harder in the doggy position, his cock burying deeper and deeper inside of her. His balls slapped against her perfect arse as he continued to spank her and slap her arse cheeks, watching them wobble.
“You like this baby? You like it when your old English teacher fucks you from behind, don’t you? You need my money, don’t you?”
He lifted one leg up onto the desk and continued to thrust in and out of Izzy as she cried with joy. When she didn’t reply to his question, Jack scooped a big chunk of wild curly hair and pulled onto it as he pumped into her harder and faster.
He stopped and flipped her over so that was she lying on her back on top of his desk; he wanted to watch her face as he fucked her. More than anything, he wanted her to ride his cock and grind on him, but he also realised that he wanted to remain in control. With that in mind, he slipped his dick straight back in and watched her eyes light up with excitement. He thrusted his hips hard and slowly, getting deeper into her pussy as he sucked on her nipples simultaneously. The thrill was immense for Jack: he was fucking his attractive young student on his classroom desk, dominating her.
“I’m going to cum,” Izzy declared, squeezing her tits and biting her lip.
“Not yet you’re not,” Jack decided, pumping into her faster. “You’re the one in trouble here, you’re not allowed to cum until I say so.”
“Oh please Mr Moriarty,” she begged, squeezing her tits harder. “I need to, I really want to.”
Jack’s cock was continuously hitting her g-spot and Izzy wanted nothing more than to cum all over his dick.
“Tell me you’re a naughty little slut and you’re sorry for taking the money,” he grunted, continuing his pace inside of her.
“Yes Mr Moriarty, yes Sir I am, I am a naughty little slut and I’m so sorry,” she cried out, her legs shaking.
“Thank me for the money I’m giving to keep you out of trouble,” he demanded, pumping even harder.
“Thank you Mr Moriarty, thank you so much,” she gasped.
Jack grabbed her tie and lifted her head up, staring deep into her eyes as he fucked her tight pussy harder. He gave her a long deep kiss before nodding his head to tell her she was finally allowed to cum.
Right on cue, the pitch of Izzy’s cries got higher and higher before one final scream symbolised her leaking her juice all over Mr Moriarty’s cock.
He pulled it from her warm wet pussy and Izzy got back onto her knees to suck.
“Taste yourself baby,” Jack demanded breathlessly, stroking her hair.
“Mmmm,” she nodded with a mouthful of dick.
He continued to fuck her throat, so ready to shoot his load all over her face.
“I’m going to cum, you little slut, I’m going to cum all over your face!”
And just like that, his hot sticky cum shot from his dick in streams and went inside her mouth, in her hair and all over her face. She kept sucking on his dick, desperate to get the last drop.
Jack collapsed breathlessly onto his desk, his cock tingling from all the excitement. He had never felt anything so wonderful, so beautiful. Izzy stood up, her teacher’s cum still all over her face. She wiped a bit off with her finger and sucked on it happily.
“Was that worth your silence, Mr Moriarty?” she asked sweetly.
“Yes Isabella, no one will ever know that it was you who stole the money and I’ll replace it for you by 9am tomorrow,” he smirked.
He began checking his emails, trying to find something to do to waste time and keep him from marking a bunch of shit essays about Shakespeare. Every email had the subject of “Isabella Taylor-Clarke” and they all contained complaints and concerns from other teachers. Izzy was one of his Year 13 pupils who had a serious taste for trouble, and he had a serious taste for her. At 45 years old, Jack Moriarty was fully aware that lusting over his 18 year old pupil was something he should be ashamed of, but he couldn’t help it.
She was a wild one, constantly getting into trouble and causing problems. Her latest misconduct involved a large sum of money going missing from the school, a collection of donations from students and staff to raise money for a local charity. Jack Moriarty knew it was Izzy who stole the money, he was more than certain. He watched with his own eyes as she entered the empty office unattended after school hours. He was going to follow after her to catch her in the act, but decided against it as he wondered if it might look inappropriate. He remained hidden and watched once more as she left holding the blue and white striped tin, the money rattling as she ran. £296 a local charity was missing out on, all because Isabella Taylor-Clarke was a conniving little thief with bad grades and an even worse attitude. She was undeserving of a place at the prestigious educational institute and Jack Moriarty believed she needed a good seeing to.
With Izzy on his mind, he tread hot coals and searched her up on Facebook; it wasn’t the first time he had visited her page. He stared longingly at the pictures she had made public: hundreds from parties where she sported tight dresses that showed off her dark caramel skin and her voluptuous curves. Just flicking through them made his cock stir in his pants and he was desperate to relieve himself right there and then.
“Mr Moriarty?”
Jack clicked off the webpage faster than a gazelle with a lion on its trail, and he turned his head quickly with surprise, wondering who could possibly still be on the school grounds so late into the evening. Surprise, surprise: It was Isabella Taylor-Clarke. Jack felt a mixture of excitement and dread churning in his stomach and he smiled anxiously. This could only lead to trouble.
“Izzy, what are you doing here?” He wasn’t sure whether to get up, stay sitting or run a mile.
“You wanted to see me, Sir.”
Izzy stepped into the light and Jack studied her intently. Her uniform during school hours was appalling, but outside it was even worse (or better, depending on how you perceive it.) Her skirt was rolled even higher, exposing her long dark legs and thick thighs. The top 4 buttons on her white blouse were left undone, subtly exposing her big round breasts that Jack had often terribly fantasised about holding. Her tie hung loosely around her neck and she was wearing a pair of black knee high socks, socks she was continuously told were a violation of the school dress code.
“Um, it’s quite late now Izzy, I asked to see you during school hours but you failed to show up,” Jack stuttered, confused.
Izzy somehow took this as an invitation to come in and Jack watched her intently as she did so, hating himself for the happiness he felt that she had. She sat on the table in front of Jack’s desk and neatly folded one dark, smooth leg over the other and smiled sweetly at him. Her large chest heaved up and down and she felt her veins spike with adrenaline; she was seeking a thrill. Jack knew he should have told her to leave in that very moment, and then go visit a church to seek The Lord’s help for his shameful thoughts, but he wasn’t thinking straight.
“I’m here and you’re here so I thought we might as well get this over and done with. I know why you want to see me,” she revealed with a pout.
“Oh you do?” Jack challenged, trying with such great effort not to stare at her breasts.
“You saw me leave with the money, and I’m worried what you might do with this information.”
“Talk to me about it,” Jack suddenly insisted, craving the sound of her beautifully silky voice and enjoying the way her full red lips moved as she spoke. She could recite the entire dictionary to him and he would not mind so long as he could hear her voice.
“I shouldn’t have done it, but I did and I’m not giving it back,” she insisted.
Their eyes locked onto each other and Jack’s eyebrow arched with suspicion.
“Izzy, I’m afraid that’s simply unforgivable. An investigation will be held on Monday and I am obliged to give over any information I hold. I saw you go into the office that night and I saw you take the money, so I’m afraid you will be caught and punished.”
Izzy’s face softened with sadness as she took in her teacher’s words. Izzy wasn’t a stranger to trouble, but she knew if this particular crime was publically revealed, there would be no way back. She was desperate to ensure this information remained between just them two, and she was contemplating ways she could make this happen. Izzy didn’t want to steal the money that night, she wasn’t a monster, but after getting into a spot of financial trouble with a group of people who held her life in their hands, she felt she had no choice.
“Oh Sir,” she sighed in a defeated manner.
Jack felt guilt stir in his stomach, even though he was completely aware that it wasn’t him who was in the wrong.
“Listen, if you can put the money back by tomorrow morning, we’ll forget it all happened,” he compromised.
“I can’t, I’ve spent it now,” she moaned, dropping her head into her hands in frustration.
Jack felt such an intense atmosphere of what could only be described as awkwardness. He didn’t want to expose Izzy’s crime but he was one of those employees that would never put a foot wrong in fear of getting into trouble. He enjoyed having Izzy in his English class; she was like a piece of artwork that was captivating to look at. He knew if he told the authorities what he had saw, she would most definitely at the very least be excluded. How would he get new material for his wank bank?
“Please Sir, please don’t tell anyone,” she sulked, her eyes dropping to the floor with guilt.
“Oh Izzy, I simply must. How can I not?” Jack mumbled.
Izzy’s eyes lit up with excitement as a dangerous thought entered her mind.
“Maybe we could arrange something,” she smiled sweetly as she uncrossed her legs and parted them slightly, allowing Jack to get a very sly peak of her red laced panties.
Like assumed, his eyes directly fell in between her legs and subconsciously he licked his lips hungrily.
Izzy hopped off of the table and slowly walked over to his desk. The closer she got towards him, the more electricity sizzled between them both. She knew she was playing with him, toying with his mind and his emotions. Izzy actually didn’t have that much interest or care in Jack Moriarty; but she needed him to keep his mouth shut and didn’t mind what she had to do to ensure this. She knew her English teacher had naughty thoughts about her so she wanted to use that to her advantage.
“What kind of arrangement?” Jack laughed nervously.
He stared at her longingly and all he wanted to do was strip her down and fuck her right there and then on his desk. He could feel his cock growing harder by the minute as he imagined ramming it into her small wet mouth, hearing her gag as she struggled to take it all at once.
“I will do whatever you want me to do just as long as you don’t tell anybody that it was me who stole the money and you replace it yourself in the morning” she whispered seductively, unbuttoning another clasp on her shirt. “I know you’re attracted to me Mr Moriarty, and everything will stay between just us two.”
Jack couldn’t believe what was going on. His mouth turned dry like he was chewing wood and his palms began to sweat as Izzy moved just a fraction closer to him.
“Isabella, what do you think you’re doing?” He gasped in shock.
“I don’t have any of the money left, and I know that you are more than wealthy,” she said, unbuttoning another button on her shirt, leaving it almost open.
“I think you should leave – we both should leave, it’s getting really late and I think they’ll be closing the school soon,” Jack stuttered urgently.
He shot up and decreased his proximity to Izzy, walking around the desk and standing gormlessly by the door. His hard on was completely noticeable and Izzy looked down at it with a smirk, arching her eyebrows.
“But I don’t want to leave yet,” she pouted playfully, her hands sitting on her perfect curvy waist. “And by the looks of it, neither do you.”
Of course Jack didn’t want to leave. Jack really didn’t want to leave.
“Being alone at school with no one else around… Izzy, we could get into a lot of trouble.”
“Haven’t you heard, Sir? Trouble is what I’m famous for,” she winked cheekily before turning serious again. “I need what I did to remain a secret and I will do anything to make sure it does. If you replace the money for me, the investigation will be stopped and I won’t get into any more trouble. I will serve you as your own personal slut and no one has to know anything.”
Jack was shocked. Jack was speechless. He was her teacher and she was his student, so how did this Monday night on school grounds suddenly turn into what could be described as almost prostitution? Izzy gently swiped at his desk and a book fell to the floor. She giggled, turned her back to her teacher and slowly bent over to retrieve it. Her skirt was so short that her big round arse and red sexy panties were on complete display. Such a classic move.
Jack tried to think straight but all he wanted to do was bury his face in that arse. He had the chance to finally take advantage of his sexy willing student and all it would take is keeping his mouth shut and only £300. His thoughts wandered elsewhere as he imagined what it would feel like to kiss Izzy’s full red lips; what it would feel like to run his hands through her wild curly hair; what it would feel like to have her. His austere thoughts distracted him so thoroughly he didn’t notice he too had stepped closer to Izzy. Their faces were inches apart.
Jack felt this strange feeling inside of him, a mixture of thrill and utter panic and he wasn’t sure of what to do next. For a split second, the school rules and regulations, the consequences of his potential desires, the fact he had a wife and 3 kids waiting for him at home all flashed through his mind. –And then they disappeared.
None of that meant anything as he leant in to kiss his 18 year old student. As soon as their lips met, it was like fire and rain at the same time. His lips pushed against Izzy’s and her mouth slightly parted, allowing his warm tongue to work against hers. There was so much passion, so much life ruining passion in that kiss that it startled them both. Jack had this sinking feeling in his stomach and he knew what he was doing could potentially destruct his life, but it was hard to care when he had a student like Izzy attached to his lips.
He ran his hands down her body as he hungrily kissed her neck, pushing her wild hair out of her face. He grabbed her hips and pushed her up onto the table, the same table she sat at just last week, taking one of his exams. Her legs parted slightly and Jack began unbuttoning her blouse as she sighed eagerly. Jack’s cock was rock hard at this point and he was desperate to stick it inside of her. Jack had waited long enough for this moment, and he didn’t want to waste a second of it.
“I want you to fuck me, Sir” she whispered, biting at his ear lobe, “that’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“So badly,” he growled, his hand in between her legs, rubbing her fat pussy through her laced knickers. “You’re going to have to earn my silence and my money.”
“Yes Mr. Moriarty,” she giggled in between sighs of pleasure. “Anything you want.”
Jack unzipped his trousers and released his hard long cock. It had been so long since he had any sexual interaction with a woman, not even his wife touched him lately. No prompts necessary, Izzy got straight onto her knees and wrapped her mouth around his bell end. Jack’s knees buckled and leaving no time for him to prepare himself, she took it all inside of her mouth. She spread her tongue wide as she ran it up and down his shaft, gagging each time the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She swirled her tongue around the tip and spat on it, sucking every inch.
“Ah I knew you’d be good at this,” Jack smiled with pleasure, holding her hair in pigtails and pushing her head further onto his cock, fucking her throat.
Izzy looked up at him with her big green eyes as she allowed her teacher to continuously thrust his cock in and out of her little wet mouth. Once she started gently rubbing his balls with her left hand, Jack thought he was going to blow his load right there and then.
He pulled his cock from her mouth and lifted her up from her knees, sitting her back on his desk. He unbuttoned the last two buttons on her white shirt, releasing her big soft breasts. He wanted to keep as much of her school uniform on her as possible but he needed access to those beautiful tits. He put one straight in his mouth, licking and sucking and nibbling on the nipple as his hands played with her dripping wet pussy.
“Oh Mr Moriarty, that feels so nice,” she whimpered. “I want you to fuck me.”
He looked up at her and hungrily licked his lips.
“You want to be fucked, do you? Do you want me to shove my hard big dick inside your wet little cunt?”
“Please, that’s what I want Sir, more than anything,” she begged desperately.
“Are you wet for me, baby?” He pulled his hands from her panties and licked them hungrily before allowing her to taste herself, running his fingers around her mouth.
“I’m ready Mr Moriarty; I’m ready to feel you inside of me.”
Izzy got up and bent herself over the desk, removing her panties. Jack stared at her big arse and spanked her.
“You’ve got secrets you need me to keep, don’t you Isabella? Because you’re a naughty little girl who needs to be punished,” he growled, spanking her once more as she gasped.
He rubbed the head of his cock around Izzy’s hole, teasing her until he couldn’t wait any longer. He gently pushed it inside her tight wet pussy as she arched her back and squealed with pleasure. Wow, she was so tight; such a tight wet pussy on a girl with a big arse, big tits and beautiful face. He was literally fucking every man’s dream.
Jack could feel the tight walls of her pussy grip onto his cock and it felt like nothing he’d ever felt before. He quickly picked up the pace, pumping his cock inside of her as she moaned with pleasure.
“Oh fuck me harder Sir, this feels so good, oh Mr Moriarty,” she cried out.
Jack gripped her hips and fucked her harder in the doggy position, his cock burying deeper and deeper inside of her. His balls slapped against her perfect arse as he continued to spank her and slap her arse cheeks, watching them wobble.
“You like this baby? You like it when your old English teacher fucks you from behind, don’t you? You need my money, don’t you?”
He lifted one leg up onto the desk and continued to thrust in and out of Izzy as she cried with joy. When she didn’t reply to his question, Jack scooped a big chunk of wild curly hair and pulled onto it as he pumped into her harder and faster.
He stopped and flipped her over so that was she lying on her back on top of his desk; he wanted to watch her face as he fucked her. More than anything, he wanted her to ride his cock and grind on him, but he also realised that he wanted to remain in control. With that in mind, he slipped his dick straight back in and watched her eyes light up with excitement. He thrusted his hips hard and slowly, getting deeper into her pussy as he sucked on her nipples simultaneously. The thrill was immense for Jack: he was fucking his attractive young student on his classroom desk, dominating her.
“I’m going to cum,” Izzy declared, squeezing her tits and biting her lip.
“Not yet you’re not,” Jack decided, pumping into her faster. “You’re the one in trouble here, you’re not allowed to cum until I say so.”
“Oh please Mr Moriarty,” she begged, squeezing her tits harder. “I need to, I really want to.”
Jack’s cock was continuously hitting her g-spot and Izzy wanted nothing more than to cum all over his dick.
“Tell me you’re a naughty little slut and you’re sorry for taking the money,” he grunted, continuing his pace inside of her.
“Yes Mr Moriarty, yes Sir I am, I am a naughty little slut and I’m so sorry,” she cried out, her legs shaking.
“Thank me for the money I’m giving to keep you out of trouble,” he demanded, pumping even harder.
“Thank you Mr Moriarty, thank you so much,” she gasped.
Jack grabbed her tie and lifted her head up, staring deep into her eyes as he fucked her tight pussy harder. He gave her a long deep kiss before nodding his head to tell her she was finally allowed to cum.
Right on cue, the pitch of Izzy’s cries got higher and higher before one final scream symbolised her leaking her juice all over Mr Moriarty’s cock.
He pulled it from her warm wet pussy and Izzy got back onto her knees to suck.
“Taste yourself baby,” Jack demanded breathlessly, stroking her hair.
“Mmmm,” she nodded with a mouthful of dick.
He continued to fuck her throat, so ready to shoot his load all over her face.
“I’m going to cum, you little slut, I’m going to cum all over your face!”
And just like that, his hot sticky cum shot from his dick in streams and went inside her mouth, in her hair and all over her face. She kept sucking on his dick, desperate to get the last drop.
Jack collapsed breathlessly onto his desk, his cock tingling from all the excitement. He had never felt anything so wonderful, so beautiful. Izzy stood up, her teacher’s cum still all over her face. She wiped a bit off with her finger and sucked on it happily.
“Was that worth your silence, Mr Moriarty?” she asked sweetly.
“Yes Isabella, no one will ever know that it was you who stole the money and I’ll replace it for you by 9am tomorrow,” he smirked.
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