Substitute handjob

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"Noemi, since you're done with your assignment can you organize these overhead slides for me?"

"Yes Mr. Stoddle," I smiled. I'd do anything for you, Mr. Stoddle. Not only are you a total babe but you're a substitute teacher, and an easy one too. Nothing brightens up my day like seeing you instead of one of the bespeckled lifers. I plop down in the teacher's chair and start organizing the slides, glancing at him occasionally.

He's a skinny white guy and had a nicely trimmed beard. He can't be older than twenty-seven. Once he had his shirt sleeves rolled up, and as I was checking out his meaty forearms I noticed the hint of a half-sleeve tattoo. Ever since then I've been crushing on him harder than any teacher at the school. His smile made lines in his face stand out and came slow, so I could see his lips expand and jaw tighten.

I think about how much I want to feel his blonde facial hair tickle my puffy brown thighs, for him to look up at me while tasting me and making me drip all over his face. I wonder if he'll like the fact I still haven't grown much pubic hair yet despite being eighteen. Just thinking about it and I cross my legs and squeeze, trying to put pressure on my clit. At first I wish I'm wearing jeans so it would be easier, but even with this skirt I'm getting wet faster than usual, my fantasy is so intense. My panties are already soaked through so I stop getting myself off, but I need to come now.

Thankfully it's the last class and the bell rings. Everybody rushes out. Mr. Stoddle chats with two of the lacrosse boys and I finish organizing the stack.

"Derek, Harry," he says to the boys as they wave back to him.

"What were you guys talking about?" I asked as I go to my desk and gather my things.

"Just those Yankees."

"So typical, Mr. Stoddle," I smile sigh.

"Typical?" he asks, fake offended. He's sitting on a desk and leaning back on his hands a bit and I'm standing in front of him.

"Yeah you're such a boy."

"Yeah, a twenty-nine-year-old boy."

"You're twenty-nine…"

"Yeah, is that old?"

I glance down at my shoes. "Kinda." I bite my lip and look at him hungrily. "For me." My heart starts pounding. Why did I just say that???

"Um…"

"HA oh my god I'm sorry, um…" What is wrong with me?

"Hey, never mind it," he says, standing up. He looks towards the door and straightens his tie.

"Well, have a good day Noemi," he says.

"Are you gonna be here tomorrow?" I ask as he heads to his desk.

"We'll see, it's up to Mrs. Cranson."

I nod. "I hope you are." He looks up and we meet eyes. I look away first.

"Would you like to walk out with me?" he asks. I nod again.

He puts his things in his briefcase.

"I'm parked down the street," he says as we walk out of the building. There are still some kids and teachers milling about but no one pays us mind. It doesn't look to odd anyway. Mr. Stoddle is one of the most popular teachers even though he's just a substitute.

"Why?"

"Well teachers have to pay an annual fee to use the teacher lot in this district. And I don't want to pay it."

"Damn the man."

"Damn straight," he laughs, and I smile. It's getting darker and I remember they said there would be a thunder storm.

We get to his car. It's parked by the park cul-de-sac. It's small.

"Want a ride to your house? Looks like it's starting to storm."

"Can I have a ride to the diner? I'm meeting my friends there."

"Sure. Hop in."

I do. He goes around to his trunk for a second. When he comes back he's wearing a baseball cap and a band t-shirt. His half sleeve is revealed more; I don't see too much but there's a naked woman and flowers and metal gears.

"Sweet tat," I say sarcastically. But I actually mean it.

"Did you ever notice it before?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "But that's only because I was staring at your arm…haha."

He closed the car door. "Oh yeah? Why you staring at my arm, Noemi?" His voice lowers. Mine does too.

"Because you're really hot," I say. It's out of my control at this point. I know he knows.

"You're really hot too. Can I kiss you?"

"Ya huh," I moan breathlessly.

He leans in and we start kissing. He's the best kisser I've ever kissed. He tastes like cigarettes and mouthwash and I can smell his body odor but I like it. I loos track of how long we run our tongues over each others' but the rain gets harder and it gets darker outside.

"This is bad," he teases.

"Shut up, Nathan," I say.

"How do you know my first name? You stalking me?"

I'm so wet at this point it's dampening my skirt but I don't care. I lean over and grab his crotch, he's already as hard as a rock. I groan and squeeze his stony mass and start unzipping his fly.

"I want to make you come, Mr. Stoddle."

"Oh yeah? Okay," he says stupidly. All the blood is leaving his brain at this point. Good. I don't want him to reconsider this.

I finally get it out and it's beautiful. He's uncut and his hair is trimmed neatly. His balls are pink and glossy with blonde hair. My Venezuelan brown hand, with sonic tripped out nail art and bracelets to cover my old cutting scars, looks perfect against his throbbing junk.

"Your cock is pretty," I breathe.

"Stroke it," he grunts. I gasp a little as he reaches over and puts his hand under my butt. His fingers roughly push my panties aside and make an embarrassing squishing noise that can be heard over the rain as they sink in my tight slippery cunt. I take my hand off his cock for a moment and adjust his hand in me so it feels better, and try to get as much of my goo on it as possible. I withdraw it and also hock a nasty lougie onto it and finally grab his cock around the rim and get it nice and wet so I can start stroking. He withdraws his hand and smells it and that combined with finally playing with his penis makes me somehow even wetter. The stroking is making a gross shlocking sound but it turns me on and he seems to like it. He's taken his hat off and is looking at me intensely. I try to smile and look cute for him. I bite my lip and blink my eyelashes and coo. All the things all the boys I tug off love. He loves them too and lets out a satisfied moan.

"Noemi that's so good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"You like me stroking your big dick, Mr. Stoddle?" I can hear my heartbeat in my chest and I'm practically close to cumming myself. I didn't even realize it but my legs are spread and I'm digging in my sopping wet brown cunt and hitting my spot with my right hand and jacking Mr. Stoddle off with my left.

"I do, it's so good Noemi. I like watching you play with yourself.

"Yeah?"

"Let me taste your fingers," he says. I pull them out of me while maintaining a steady full stroke of his now raging boner and he sucks on them.

"Your pussy tastes good, baby," he says.

"Good I was worried," I say. "I was worried you wouldn't like me because I'm 'Mexican' ".

"No you're so beautiful, Noemi. I love your brown skin, doesn't it look good against me?"

"Yeah," I whisper, pulling my meaty labia back and getting my fingers back in my pussy.

I keep wanking him in silence for a bit. Up down up down shlock shlock shlock shlock Soon I'm ready to come.

"Mr Stoddle I'm gonna commmme," I whimper. I turn a bit to my side towards him and put my legs together around my wrist to finish myself off. I squirm against my hand and I can feel my thighs and butt wiggling and his eyes on me just fucking loving this hot young brown girl trying to make him cum.

"Me too…"

I look anxiously at his cock as it pulses hugely and cum spurts out everywhere, all over my hand and the steering wheel and his clothes. He grunts and pants. I finally get there and as I spasm and squeal with a massive orgasm I greedily lap up all his cum from my hand and look him in the eyes while sucking on my fingers.

We breathe in silence for a while. He leans over and we make out a little more.

"I have to go," I say suddenly, suddenly panicking. "Bye," and run out of the car in the storm.

"Noemi, wait!" I hear, but I'm gone.

possible part 2 coming up if people liked this

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