My teacher took me up on my offer [fM]

The Monday before I had a brilliant idea on how to pass one of my classes (already wrote about it ).
The teacher ended up texting me on Wednesday, and we agreed to meet in his house on Friday. Apparently, he was living alone which did not surprise me considering what a disgusting creep he was.

Just thinking about what I might have to do to pass my class made me feel like a massive slut and I was turned on more and more throughout the week. Every afternoon after classes I would go straight to my room, lock the door, slightly open the window and masturbate for the hearing pleasure of my neighbours. Only guys were in the adjacent rooms and every time I thought about them jacking it to my moans, which made me go harder and louder.

It was Friday afternoon, and I was getting ready. I got a long top that would reach down over my ass when standing up and decided it would be enough. Well, I was still wearing a bra to support my goods, but panties would have been too much.

I arrived at his house, and as he opened his door, I could tell he was nervous. The old creep had probably fantasised about hundreds of students in his 30 years of teaching, and now I was standing in front of him ready to be used. I stepped in feeling like a goddess knowing I was the fulfilment of countless wet dreams.

Sitting down on the couch it took a bit of warming up before he placed a hand on my bare leg and started feeling me up, but he was not feeling me up like the boys usually would. He did not even touch my breasts or pussy at first. He just started putting his hands everywhere. Letting them glide down my legs and grabbing my hips. He was not very gentle about it either. This was for his pleasure, not mine. His leathery old hands kept inspecting my body for a good half hour, and I already felt like a little toy that had to obey. After a good 30 minutes of this, I got so horny; I took off my top and bra. He understood it as an invitation and pushed me down on my back. Both his hands and his face played with my big breasts while he lay on top of me. He did not support himself, and his whole weight was crushing me. I was so focused on breathing and his weight I did not even realise at the time how rough he was treating my breasts, but he was grabbing them with full force and pressing them against his face and rubbing his rough, unshaven cheeks against my young soft skin.

I was relieved when he finally got down from me. He got up and left the room. I was a little confused, but he quickly returned with a bunch of stuff in his hands. A flashlight, a spatula, an empty bottle, a pen, a toothbrush and some other stuff. He told me to get on the table. I sat down on it, and he sat down on the couch right in front of me. He told me to lie down. I was lying on the table and felt his hands spread my legs. I was so incredibly horny. I wanted to be fucked and used, and it felt like the moisture had been dripping from my pussy the whole time. He started touching my pussy, and I was sure he noticed how horny he had made me. He must think that I am a good little slut, but he was not pleasuring me. He was proding it again as if he was inspecting it.

Even worse was the licking that followed. His rough leathery face was not something I wanted moving around between my legs, but I only had to endure it a little while. He eagerly sucked up some of my juice and leaned back.

Suddenly something cold made its way inside me. He had taken the empty bottle and slowly started fucking me with it. It felt cold and unnatural, and I was happy when he switched to his fountain pen. He kept it closed so it was just a tiny cylinder and pushed it in as far as he could and turned it a couple of times before pulling it out again. It kept going like this for quite a while. Some small items he just wanted to push inside me and take them out again others he tried fucking me with.
None of it felt great, but if this was how he wanted to use my body, I was up for it.

It changed once he pushed the grip of his flashlight inside. It was just the right size and not as cold. It felt great, and my lust got the better of me. I started moaning and playing with my tits. He felt encouraged and started moving it harder and quicker.

I had one hand playing with my breasts and grabbing my nipple while I pushed the other one down rubbing my clit.
This was finally it. The real thing. Instead of just fantasising about being a bad little fucktoy I was finally doing it, and I came hard.

I jolted upright as I came. I was even hornier than before, and my whole naked body was in overdrive. I leaned forward and grabbed him. Pressed his face between my breasts. “Please Sir, I was a good girl, please fuck me any way you want.”

I let him go. He stood up, and I undid his pants. He started fucking me as soon as they had dropped. I layed back down on the table and felt my breasts swinging heavily, so I grabbed them with both hands. He could not even get his old cock fully hard and was slowly moving it in and out. It was not as good as I had hoped, but I enjoyed it because the whole time I was anticipating him shooting his cum inside me. The sheer thought of receiving this old disgusting creeps cum just to pass the class made me feel like a fantastic little slut.

He was going for a long time and still had not gotten off. I could tell he was getting tired so I stopped the whole thing and got up. Without saying a word, I pushed him down and made him lay on the couch.
Now I was riding him, and I was putting a lot of energy in it. I did not have a free hand to control my big boobs from swinging, and they kept producing a loud clap each time they connected with my breast. I leaned further down so they would swing into his face and kept moving my hips quicker and quicker.

It took a while and was quite exhausting, but I felt like I was riding him to victory, and when he finally came I leaned over even further, burying his face between my breasts and keeping his limp old penis inside me just a little longer.

He was too exhausted to keep playing with me that day. I put on the few clothes I had brought and headed back to our dorms.

When I arrived, I learned that a few of the guys from my course were also staying the weekend, but they never found out what I had done that day because I do not think they would have been so willing to play with me if they had known who I had offered my body to.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ffy7a/my_teacher_took_me_up_on_my_offer_fm