Gender: Female Age: 18 Location: Virginia
|Introduction: This is my first story. So what can I say? I tried to limit the character descriptions to leave more to your imagination. I hope you enjoy it. c:|
After a long night of studying, more like cramming, I was sitting in my pre-calculus class trying not to fall asleep. My teacher, Mr. Sullivan, was a tall and attractive man. Between his dark, curly hair and serious eyes he could make even the most unintelligent girls in his class try their best to pay attention and make good grades in order to impress him. However, my teacher’s looks were no match for the mind-numbing discussion on derivatives and I found myself nodding off.
A deep and harsh voice yelling “Aubrey!” swiftly woke me from my stupor. “Aubrey, you know my rules about sleeping in class. You’re staying after school for detention.”
“I can’t stay after school, I have to work!”
“You should have thought about that before you slept in my class. It’s either detention after school or go to the principal and face possible suspension.”
The possibility of suspension was more than enough to keep me quiet. I was devastated. Never in my four years of high school have I ever had detention. I was a good kid and made good grades. Why was Mr. Sullivan being so hard on me? One thing was for certain, I was not looking forward to staying after school with him.
After the last bell rang for the school day, I took my time walking from my locker to Mr. Sullivan’s classroom. My stomach was in knots and I was kind of shaky as I turned the doorknob and entered the room. Mr. Sullivan was sitting at his desk. I was hoping that another student would have gotten detention that day too, but I’m not that lucky.
He looked up at me from his desk. “Ms. Aubrey. Take a seat. I’ll be with you in a moment.” I tried to sneak my way to the one of the desks in the back row.
“Front and center.” He said without even looking back up.
I sighed and sat down in my designated seat. I pulled out my textbooks to start doing homework assignments, but I was so nervous I couldn’t focus. Finally, Mr. Sullivan got up from his desk and walked over to me.
“You do know why I sent you to detention today, right?”
“Because I fell asleep.”
“Right. But I’ve also been hoping to get you alone for one on one time.” Mr. Sullivan grabbed a chair and pulled it up to my desk. “Aubrey, you are one of my best students. The last thing I want to do is get you into trouble.” He put his hand on top of mine and my heart fluttered. “Just try to get a little more sleep…at home.”
“Yes, sir.” I said timidly, feeling a little more relaxed. “Does this mean I can go home?”
Mr. Sullivan laughed. “Unfortunately, you did fall asleep in my class. I can’t give you any special treatment.” He stood up and grabbed a bottle of Windex and paper towels and put them on my desk. “You can start detention by cleaning the white board.” I looked up at his board that was more of a darkish grey color rather than white. I walked over and began doing what I was told.
Mr. Sullivan’s desk was directly in front of the white board. Being a little on the short side, I had to bring a chair over, set it behind Mr. Sullivan’s chair, and stand on it in order to clean the entire board. As I stood on the chair, I noticed Mr. Sullivan glancing up at me occasionally. Well, more so at my legs. I always picked the best days to wear dresses.
As I was finishing the board, I tried to stretch to the other side to try and clean the last inch or two, but suddenly I lost my footing and fell. I let out a scream, but when I opened my eyes, I realized I was in Mr. Sullivan’s lap. He had turned around and caught me right on time.
I could feel my face turning red as I looked up at my savior. His left arm was around my shoulders and his right arm held my legs tightly.
“Well, that was close.” He said and gave me a coy half-smile. I sat up, a little shaken up and still in his lap. “Th-thank you?” We never for second broke eye contact. He was even more handsome up close. I could feel myself getting excited as he continued to gaze at me. Before I knew it, he was leaning in towards my lips. I’m normally a shy and reserved person, but nothing was stopping my adolescent hormones from kissing that man. As we were locked in each other’s lips, our breathing became heavier and kisses became deeper. He allowed his tongue to creep into my mouth and his hands grasped my hair. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself up. I could feel my panties already becoming soaked.
Mr. Sullivan moved his hand from my head to my breast firmly grasping my C cups. I pulled him off of me, and backed up towards the white board.
“What’s wrong?” he said lightly.
“I don’t know if we should be doing this.” I said, still breathing hard.
“It’s okay. It can be our little secret.” He got up and walked towards me. His put his hands on my legs and worked his way up. I began shaking nervously. “Relax,” he whispered in my ear, “I know this isn’t your first time, so I’ll take it slow. But I can get a little rough.” I could feel him grin as his lips lightly rubbed against my ear. He pressed himself up against me and I could feel just how serious he was. I was really about to sleep with my pre-calculus teacher.
“Look at me. I like eye contact. Don’t break it.” I still looked away from him, so he pulled my chin to correct me. “Unless you really want to get it, I suggest you listen to what I say.” I gasped lightly as he ran his hands up my thighs and in between them. He began kissing my neck and as he rubbed his fingers in my wetness.
“That’s my good girl. Nice and wet for me.” He lifted up my dress and took off my panties. Then he unbuttoned his pants and freed his rock hard cock. I looked down at it, surprised by seven or eight inches of complete ecstasy, but quickly looked back up at him remembering his rule of eye contact; however, I couldn’t resist the urge to wrap my hands around his warm piece and go to work on it. I heard him let out a light sigh and decided it was my turn to show him what I could do.
Still watching him enjoy me working him with my hands, I slowly kneeled down in front of him and began licking the head of his cock. As I worked my tongue around him, Mr. Sullivan put his hands on my shoulders and squeezed them tight. I smiled knowing that he was really enjoying it, even though the best was yet to come. I finally started putting his cock in my mouth, slowly moving my head up and down, inch by inch. As soon as I found my limit, I really let him have it. I felt him tense up as he let out a moan.
“Oh…Aubrey…I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.” I smiled even harder as I tasted his pre cum, still never breaking eye contact.
Eventually, he stopped me and told me to stand up. He went over to his desk and cleared most of the clutter, and then he pulled me towards him and bent me over his workspace. He started fingering slowly getting a feel for my tight hole. The anticipation for his manhood was killing me.
“Mr. Sullivan, please put it inside of me.” I begged, surprising myself.
“Are you begging for my cock, Aubrey? How unlady like.” He slapped my ass and I yelped.
“Please, Sir. I’ve been good. Please.” I moaned. My pussy was throbbing. I couldn’t take it anymore!
He rubbed the head of his cock against my hole and I almost lost it. I needed him so bad. I’ve never felt this way before.
“Do you really want it, Ms. Aubrey?”
“Yes, sir. Please.” I said, closing my eyes and grasping the desk. Mr. Sullivan grabbed my hips and finally put his cock inside of me. He took it slow at first, but it didn’t take long for him to pick up the speed. I was in heaven at this point and apparently moaning a little too loud. Mr. Sullivan pulled my hair and covered my mouth.
“Do you realize we are in a classroom? You’re moaning so loud they can probably hear you down the hall.” He said in half seriousness. The impending danger didn’t stop him from fucking me harder. I couldn’t say anything back. All I did was bite the palm of his hand and try to hold back the urge to scream his name.
Mr. Sullivan sat me up on the desk facing him. He pulled my head down to his cock and I began sucking it furiously. He fucked my face nice and fast before he pushed me back on the desk facing him and entered me again. He was thrusting so hard, he was pushing the desk back. I put my arms around his neck and bit his chest to withhold the urge to yell. I was moments away from cumming when a knock came on the door. We exchanged looks of horror and I immediately hid under Mr. Sullivan’s desk. He fastened his pants and sat down in the seat, pretending to do work.
“Come in!” he yelled out. I was directly in between his legs at this point, scared out of my mind. Luckily we didn’t take all of our clothes off. One of the other math teachers came in and began making idle conversation with Mr. Sullivan. I got frustrated. What a cock-block!
I listened to the conversation and realized that the teacher was oblivious to the current situation. So I decided to play with Mr. Sullivan. I maneuvered around the tight space and managed to unzip his pants and get his cock back out. I could feel him tense up and try to kick me, but it didn’t stop me from trying. He continued to talk to the teacher about lesson plans or something as I started him off with a nice hand job. He scooted his chair up and let the rest of his manhood out with his own hands. I was enjoying this a little too much.
I put his still erected cock in my mouth again and really worked him. I can tell by his body language that he was holding it in. The thought of his co-worker standing only a few feet away from him at this moment went from terrifying to exhilarating. I started bobbing my head faster, working my tongue around him more strategically, and got a firmer grip around the inches I didn’t have in my mouth. With my other hand, I began playing with my clit. I couldn’t stop thinking about how great this man felt inside of me. I had to make him feel as good as he made me feel. After a few more minutes of vigorous blowing, I heard Mr. Sullivan gasp and his knee hit his desk.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” the other teacher asked.
“I’m fine….I’m fine.” Mr. Sullivan said, out of breath. “It just felt like something bit me. It’s probably a sign that I need to start heading home.” I swallowed my teachers load, proud of my deed for the day. I was still licking his cock clean as the other teacher left the room. Mr. Sullivan moved away from the desk and the look on his face was of shock and excitement. I smiled at him.
“You are a bad girl.” He said and shook his head. He helped me up from under the desk and kissed my lips deep and passionately. “As much as I want us to finish this, I think it’s better if we do it another day. It’s getting late.”
“Yes, sir. I understand.” I said obediently as I put my panties back on. “I think I might be on a naughty streak. Maybe I’ll get detention again tomorrow.” I smiled devilishly.
Mr. Sullivan laughed and kissed my forehead and walked me out to my mom’s car.
“Mr. Sullivan, I’m so sorry about Aubrey’s behavior.” Mom said as I got into her car. “I’m sure a day of detention will be enough to straighten her up.”
“Yea, she got what was coming to her. I’m sure she won’t be a problem anymore.” Mr. Sullivan said and gave me that signature, sexy half-smile.
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