Allen was always shy. Even today, at 30, he’s awkward, which is a shame because he’s so damn good looking. Sometimes, a woman will smile at him and he’ll smile quickly before looking (or running) away.
In the 5th grade, his teacher left mid-year for maternity leave. In her place, a fresh out of college 21 year old named Maggie Hart. Maggie was a stunner. Bright red hair, freckles, a smile to kill for. All he knew was she made him smile. Allen loved Ms. Maggie Hart.
At the end of the year, Maggie Hart moved. He never saw her again.
20 years later, Allen found himself working in Chicago. He went to a bar with some friends for trivia. Most teams were too far behind, but there was one team that was tied to Allen’s and the woman leading the charge was as smart as all hell.
The only time Allen felt confident enough to talk to another woman was when she was on his intellectual level. If he could only see this woman, he’d try to make eye contact with her. But she had her back towards him.
His team lost and Allen excused himself to congratulate the winning team.
“Excuse me,” Allen said, tapping the redhead on her shoulder.
“Yes?” She said, spinning around.
Allen was taken aback. Stunned into silence.
“Can I help you?” The redhead asked with a giggle.
“Ms. Hart?” He said, leaning closer to her face in disbelief.
“Yes?” She said, standing up. “Do I kn–”
“Allen. Fisher. From … from Park Rise Elementary. You were my –”
“Fifth grade. I remember you. You bought me a book of poetry on the last day of school. I still have that book.”
“You do?” He asked.
“Yeah,” she said leaning in and giving him a tight hug. “Buy me a drink and tell me all about yourself.” she said with a big smile—the same wide smile he fell in love with 20 years ago.
They took a table and spoke for hours. They were getting along like they’d been on a blind date.
“So,” she said, deep into her third martini. “You seeing anyone these days? Got a girlfriend?”
“Ohh, no,” Allen said.
“You were always a shy kid. At least that’s how I remember you. You just need someone to come along and break you out of your shell.”
“I suppose I do,” he said. “Anyone you have in mind?”
“Mr. Fisher,” she said, putting her hand across her chest. “I’m flattered, but –”
“Married?”
Maggie played with her ring finger. There was no ring on it.
“Divorced,” she said.
“Well, he was an idiot.”
She laughed, but he couldn’t takes his eyes off of her. Even all these years later, she was a stunner. With all of the courage he could summon from his whiskey on the rocks, he put his hand on her leg and leaned in and kissed her.
The kiss felt good. It was the first time she’d let someone kiss her since the divorce. She was hungry. She craved attention. The warmth of someone else.
“Oh, fuck it,” she said.
They rushed out of the bar, into an Uber and directly to Allen’s apartment, making out in the back seat, unable to keep their hands from each other. Allen nearly broke his door down as they stumbled inside and collapsed onto the couch.
The apartment was totally dark.
Allen fumbled to remove her shirt. Maggie unhooked her bra and her perky breasts, small, but enough to grasp, were revealed. Allen stared at them for a second before reaching out for her pants. He unzipped them and pulled them to her ankles.
Maggie did the same and pushed Allen backwards, her pants still around her ankles, she pulled him from his boxers and put his cock in her mouth.
Was this really happening? To shy little Allen Fisher? He was in shock. He looked down and she looked up to him. He could barely see her, but she locked eyes with him as she took his cock into her mouth and played with his balls.
Allen leaned all the way back and groaned.
Maggie, still in her panties, pulled them down and fingered herself, humming and moaning away as she sucked on Allen’s cock.
“So good,” she said. “Your cock feels so good.”
She continued sucking him and masturbating until she had an orgasm, quaking on the sofa with pleasure.
Maggie stood and pulled all of her clothes off. She straddled Allen’s face and pressed her cunt into his mouth. She had a thick fire crotch. He ran his tongue up and down her lips, kissing and sucking on her clit as her cunt dripped into his mouth.
Her lips were swollen and throbbing. He ate her until she came, squeezing her breasts, twisting her own nipples.
“Turn around,” he shouted.
Maggie spun around and crawled to the other end of the sofa. Allen stood behind her and entered her with ease. Her pussy was as tight as a glove. A perfect fit.
He pumped into her as she moaned and screamed, begging for him to fuck her harder. Deeper. More. Faster.
“Do it! DO IT! OH, FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!”
He grabbed onto her hips and thrusted like a rabid animal into her pink little hole. She howled with pleasure.
“You like that?” He shouted, slapping her ass.
“Call me Ms. Hart!”
“You like it when I fuck you, Ms. Hart? You like it?”
“I love it, baby. I love it. Who’s your favorite teacher?”
“You are, Ms. Hart,” he grunted as he plowed into her. He listened to the rhythmic slapping of his pelvis against her ass.
“Let me on top of you,” she said.
Allen pulled out and Ms. Hart straddled his cock, bouncing up and down on him.
“Suck my nipples,” she begged.
He took the left nipple in his mouth and sucked. It was hard. He licked and kissed her chest, moving to her right breast, sucking that nipple, too.
“Mm-hmm, good boy.”
Maggie reached out and slapped Allen across the face. His eyes lit up as she rode him, taking every inch of his cock into her pristine, beautiful pussy.
She rode him hard and fast and was amazed by his stamina. He never seemed to slow down or worry about cumming. Allen fucked her like a machine. They stumbled in the dark to his bedroom, where they fucked, reverse cowgirl, for 15 minutes.
Then stumbled in the dark into the dining room, where he hoisted her onto the table and pumped his veiny cock into her, holding her legs up in the air as she screamed.
Maggie and Allen were drenched in sweat, the entire apartment fogged up. She could barely stand she’d had so many orgasms, but her pussy remained wet, remained hungry.
And if she had wanted him to cum, she would have said so.
She pushed him away for a second to catch her breath and then leapt off the table.
“Hold my legs,” she said as she got onto the floor and turned around from him. She hoisted her legs up and he caught them and stepped into her, her hands on the floor, her legs around his waist, like a wheel barrow. He drove himself into her and she nearly collapsed.
“OH GOD,” she howled. “My g-spot! Right there. Oh god, right there!”
Allen sped up, fucking as hard as he could, realizing they were on borrowed time. Her arms were giving out from the sheer exhaustion of having fucked for over an hour.
“I’m cumming,” she shouted as he pumped his cock directly into her g-spot until she collapsed and writhed all over the floor like she was having a seizure. Her legs clamped together as she squirmed about, howling, screaming, cumming everywhere.
“Feed me,” she said. “I need your cum.”
Maggie Hart crawled onto her knees, kneeling before Allen. His cock dripped as he took it in his hand and began to stroke himself as she watched.
“Please,” she begged. “Feed me.”
“Open your mouth, Ms. Hart.”
“Anything you say,” she whispered.
Allen stepped forward and shot a load of cum directly into her face. The second shot landed in her mouth, coating her. The third shot onto her tongue and immediately ran out of her mouth down her chin and onto her breasts. The fourth shot of cum splattered across her forehead and into her hair.
“Jesus!” She shouted as he continued to shoot line after line of thick white cum onto her face. “Jesus! You cum a lot!”
He kept his cock aimed at her face, firing load after load of hot sticky jizz until he was empty. He stepped back and looked at her. The light piercing through the city bounced off the white jizz that streaked her face and hair and torso and thighs and mouth.
She gulped, swallowing his salty cum before collapsing onto the floor.
“You fuck like a machine,” she said. “Jesus Christ.”
He sat on the floor next to her and she rested her head on his lap, kissing his cock gently, licking up the last few drops of cum.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7ijmt7/teacher_teacher_mf_oral_mast