“Amy.” He calls to me across the hallway.
“Yes?” I cock my head to the side, wondering why a teacher I had last year wanted to talk to me.
“I need to talk to you.” His face turned to a concerned expression.
“Uh.. okay? Does after school work?” I questioned. He nodded his head and let me go on to my class. What was that all about? A teacher that I don’t have anymore wanting to talk to me? What could I have done? My heart started to thump faster as I sat down in my psychology class. He was my favorite teacher, and I had a really big crush on him. Like, it was huge. Anytime I would be in his class, I would get so nervous. And it seemed like he liked me too, as he would wink at me from time to time and sometimes we would talk after school or during lunch. He always made a point to smile at me during class, when to the others, he just looked at them. One time, he even changed his class plans to go over my favorite art style, just for me! Honestly though, I could just be crazy. He was married, and had two kids. I don’t know why he wanted to talk to me though…
At the end of the day, I started to head to his classroom. It wasn’t hard to get there, since my last hour is about 2 doors down from his room. I started to become nervous, what could I have done? As I walked in, the last person from his last class was packing up. Usually my teacher has a line out the door of people wanting to talk to him about grades and stuff, but it was a Friday, so no one was there. He looked up from his grading as he saw me walk into the door. He took off his reading glasses and flashed me a smile.
“Sit down.” He instructed. I grabbed a chair and moved it over to his desk,
“What’s up?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood.
“I just wanted to say, how proud of you I am. I saw your segment in he newspaper, and I thought it was amazing, as well as I heard you were nominated as student council vice president.” These were all true. I had done an essay on women’s rights, and it was picked for the newspaper. Someone had also nominated for our student council.
“You were always one of my favorite students, and I wanted to congratulate you.” My heart started to flutter. My favorite teacher telling me these things? I felt great.
“Well thank you!” I said, proudly.
“You are going to go onto amazing things,” he said, and his hand slid around on his desk. It got dangerously close to mine. I glanced to the hallway, no one was around. I gulped. What if? No, he couldn’t be.
He cleared his throat. “I have been needing some assistance in some of my classes, and I have been looking for a student aid. However, no one seems to be able to handle the job,” he glanced up, “Except for you.”
I started to shake. What? I didn’t even do well in his class last year! Why would he want me to be his assistant?
“You’re probably wondering why I am asking you,” he said. It’s like he read my mind. “I talked to your current history teacher and she said how much you love current history and I remember you loving the second semester of our class, which was primarily current stuff, and I’m planning on teaching the current events class next year. I thought it would be a perfect fit for you.”
“Wow, I can’t believe it. Thank you so much!” I stated. “But,” I stopped for a moment. “I do have a job, so I wouldn’t be able to do that much work outside of school.”
“That’s perfectly okay,” he winked at me again. “You’d just have to be able to make it up somehow…” he glanced to my hand, about .1 centimeters away from his. Now I was sure he was flirting with me. I am not just making this up. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. He was very close to me.
“Listen, ever since you came into my class last year, I have been obsessed with you,” he whispered. I felt as if my head was going to explode. “You have always been such a beautiful girl and you are so incredibly smart. School work and tests may not be the best for you, but you are very intelligent.”
His hand slid into mine. I was internally screaming. I thought about all the times that I have pleasured myself to the thought of him. I wondered if he knew.
He started to notice me fidgeting, and slowly slid down and kissed me. My heart felt like it was about to be set on fire. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
He pulled away from me. “Amy,” he moaned my name. Holy shit. This was really happening. He kissed me again and again, over and over. The hand he had on my face, slowly traveled down to my breast. I couldn’t believe the man I have been in love with for almost a year was feeling me up. He slowly caressed my breast, as he came back in to kiss me again. I started to moan as I felt my panties start to get wet. Now, I have never had sex before, but I have had a guy finger me, which was pretty great. This, was even better.
He heard me moaning, and moved my chair right next to his, and somehow set me on his lap, all without breaking a kiss. “Oh my god,” I said, as I straddled his very erect member.
“Do you feel it?” He flirted, and I nodded. He started to creep up my shirt, pulling it off in the process. It revealed my new Victoria’s Secret lacy pink and white bra I had just bought. He ogled over it. I couldn’t help but laugh a little. Boys were so cute when they were fascinated by breasts. Well, MEN are cute. He unfastened by bra, and went straight for sucking on my nipples. It instantly got cold for me, and my nipples became hard. He sucked even harder and started to pull on my skirt, indicting he wanted it off. I grabbed off his shirt, showing his incredible pecks. He was really fit for a 40 year old man. He then noticed me staring and laughed.
We both stopped for a moment, just to take each other in. My hands then went for his belt buckle, trying to get it off. I finally succeeded, and unbuttoned his pants, and pulled out his giant cock. I was in awe. It was huge. I watch porn all the time, and I assumed that normal dicks were small from what I have heard, but his was just like the stars.
My mouth moved towards the head, and I started to swirl my tongue around it. He moaned, and grabbed my hair. Just what I wanted. I slowly shoved his cock down my throat, trying to take it all in. He started to get more impatient, and even became a little rough, as he started to throat-fuck me. I was choking, but it felt amazing. After a few minutes of this, he pulled me up from his cock and onto his desk.
I’ve always imagined it happening like this. Fucking me on his desk. And now it is. He grabbed my leg, and propped it on the desk and he slid my panties off, but kept my skirt on. He gasped at my amazingly wet pussy. I heard him move behind me and slid down, so he could get a better look. “Wow,” he said, and he slipped his tongue in my slit. Holy shit, it felt amazing. He moved his hand up to my clit, and started to rub. I started to squirm, and he instructed me to moan for him, moan his name. “Oh Mr. Kennedy,” I started. He asked for his first name. “Dalton.” Over and over I moaned his name. It felt like a grape in my mouth, tossing and turning.
He stood up, and slipped my skirt off of my body and onto the floor. This was it, this was the moment. He took his pants off fully, and licked his finger and spread it on my cunt, for lubrication. He slid is cock in, and it felt amazing. He slowly pumped in and out of me, letting his cock split through my hymen, and go places not even the pencils I have stuck in there have been. We both moaned, as the feeling was new. He started to pump faster. I moaned again, “Dalton. Dalton. Dalton.” He grunted per moan, and at some points grunting “Fuck” or “Shit” under his breath. This made me as hot as ever, and I placed his hand on my ass. He took the initiative to slap my ass, which is exactly what I wanted, and he knew it. He started to go extremely fast, and the whole desk was moving with us. We became louder and louder, and we started to begin the ascend to our climaxes. He started moaning my name, and I his, and I reached orgasm first. It felt amazing to orgasm with a cock in me for the first time. I could feel his cock pulsating. He needed to cum.
He slipped his dick out at the last second and squirted it all over my back. We both stopped to breath, and even laughed a bit. We cleaned up, I gathered my clothes, and he smirked at me. “I’ll see you on Monday."
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