I learned more by fucking my teacher than I did in his class.
It was my senior year of high school. And since grade 9 I had my eyes on Mr. Pearce. The calculus teacher. He was so handsome. He would wear these tight khaki pants that I could see the outline of his cock in. And by the looks of it, it was huge!
Nearing the end of my senior year I knew I had to come up with a plan. A plan to fuck that calculus teacher. So I acted like I was struggling with some of his lessons. I expressed to him that I felt like I needed some extra help. But I was too shy to ask another student to tutor me. He understood so he offered to help me after class every day.
Now I didn’t immediately try to sleep with him, no. This was a process. I would wear lower cut shirts than usual. When we were alone in his class I’d sit in a way that they stuck out, and I knew he would look. I’d drop stuff and pick it up so he could see my ass. I tried every trick in the book. Until one day, he finally says something to me. I was wearing a really tight dress and I was sitting at my desk.
I leaned forward a little bit to where my tits were practically falling out. “Have you been flirting with me?” He asked. It shocked me because it came out of nowhere.
I smiled and said, “What if I was?” When he looked at me I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to fuck me. He walked toward the door and locked it. When he looked back at me he had a smile on his face. “Take off that dress.” Without any hesitation, I pulled my dress off. This was what I had been waiting for. My calculus teacher was about to fuck me.
He grabbed me and pushed me onto his desk. Pushing everything off of it as he kissed on my neck and breasts. He took his hand and rubbed my already wet pussy. “How long have you wanted this Blair?” He asked. “Since my freshman year, Mr. Pearce.” He shoved two fingers inside of me as I let out a fairly loud moan. “You HAVE to be quiet.” He said. I closed my mouth and nodded.
He pulled me to the end of his desk and unbuckled his belt.
He pulled out that huge cock that I had been staring at for years. It was easily 9 Inches. I wanted it so bad that I started to beg for it. “Please fuck me! Please!” He took his cock and slid it into my pussy. It went so deep inside of me and felt so fucking good. He fucked me so hard that we were both getting sweaty. I’m trying to stay quiet as he pounds my pussy like he’d been dying to fuck me for just as long as I wanted to fuck him. He pulled his cock out of me and squirted his cum all over my stomach. He grabbed a tissue off his desk and cleaned it off of me.
As we were putting our clothes back on he looks at me and says “You never needed help, did you?” I laughed. “I’m a straight A student Mr. Pearce, you knew I didn’t need it.” And he did know. My calculus teacher just wanted to fuck me as bad as I wanted to fuck him.
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