Satiated [Teacher/Student, age gap, sexual tension] | Part Two

Nick had been staring at the paper on his desk for awhile. It was just a test. He had 60 others in a stack next to it, all graded, mostly under 60% correct. This one was no different from the rest in the pile in that regard. In fact, this student had completely failed the exam. Zero questions answered correctly. But that was *exactly* why it was different, because Ariel Bosche never got a grade lower than an A. And now Nick was faced with a quandary of sorts — it was teacher courtesy and an overall unspoken rule that a failing student has to be confronted. This behavior was atypical, he knew. He also knew how important it would be that she get caught up on the lesson she flunked before they moved on to the next lesson, else she’d be completely lost.

But he also knew that if he was alone with Ariel, after all the times he’d imagined her moaning beneath him… there was no way he’d be able to control himself. Or, at least, it would take an enormous amount of self control. He would have to mentally prepare himself to resist touching her. So now he had a decision to make — allow her to fail without any intervention or confront her and struggle through his desires?

Well, he’d always been a realistic man. This was her future in mathematics he was weighing against. Even for the most intelligent students, it’s no easy task to come back from missing a lesson in Calculus II. He’d overheard her once tell one of her friends that she wanted to study mathematics and physics in college. He had to do this for her, to make sure she secured her future. And, for himself as well. She was the best student he’d had in a long time, even aside from how attractive she was to him. She deserved her professor’s unrelenting support.

So, then, he decided he would ask her to stay after class tonight. Once 3PM rolled around, he waited for his students to shuffle out of the classroom. Ariel was typically the last one to leave anyway, so just as she was looping her arms through her backpack straps, he cleared his throat. “Ariel, stay after please.”

He saw her shoot him a shocked look, big brown eyes like a deer caught in headlights. She was frozen for a few moments.

He was leaned up against his desk, arms folded across his chest. He noticed the way she lingered at the other end of the room where her desk was, gazing his way almost tentatively. Like a puppy that knew it was in trouble. Nick’s bright blue eyes found hers, which were undeniably wide and doe like. She hung her head slightly as she approached him and as she got closer, he realized how red her cheeks were, even through the deepness of her complexion.

“Yes, Mr. Kennedy?”

Her voice was so shy and innocent, and she didn’t dare make eye contact with him — which was a good thing, because as she walked he watched the way her tits bounced gently in her uniform blouse. And if he looked into her eyes, he wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to keep his composure. Everything in him wanted to push her up against his desk and stretch open her pussy.

“The infinite series test… You didn’t get a single question right.” He stated factually, sternly before pushing away from his desk and pulling away from the magnetic affect she had on him to grab the graded test from his desk drawer. It sported a red 0% in the top right corner and he displayed it to her. “Wanna explain why?”

He watched intently as she chewed on her lip, still avoiding his gaze. He felt his cock twitch, and he took in a measured deep breath through his nostrils. Think of dead puppies, think of staph infections, think of… Sarah. None of it worked, not with her standing there so organically sexy. And shy… Fuck, that was his weakness. It softened him, softened his expression and his tone. His hands rested before him, trying futilely to cover the bulge that was now growing steadily in his pants. And he resumed his spot leaning against the desk again.

“You haven’t said anything,” he spoke gently, to fill the silence.

She tucked a couple strands of her thick brown mane behind her ear and it framed her face in a flattering way. She swallowed and then sighed. “I’ve just been thinking… about a lot of things…” she tapered off, almost seeming hesitant to give more information. And that’s when he got it, the lightbulb went off… She’d failed on purpose. She wanted to be alone with him and now that she was, she didn’t know what to do.

“What are these ‘things’ about? What’s distracting you so much that you’ve stopped paying attention in class, Ariel? I’m just trying to help you here. This isn’t like you.” His tone was measured and authoratative, steady enough to not falter into the words he truly wished to say. Like how he wanted her to sit down on daddy’s cock. No, he couldn’t say anything like that. Keep it professional, even with his cock growing beneath his palms. His gaze trailed down the slenderness of her neck when she glanced away from him, imagining himself pressing kisses into her throat, leaving hickies to mark his territory. He really was enjoying himself, even now, even as he had to wrestle against the magnetic attraction he had for her.

“The other day… Thursday… that wasn’t like you,” she whispered in return. Ariel’s eyes now found Nick’s completely, gazing into them nervously but standing her ground. She straightened up a bit, and Nick’s gaze darted to and from her chest again. She bit down on her cushioned lower lip. “Well?” she prompted, a little more daring it seemed. “You’re not saying anything,” she echoed.

She was such a smart girl. He’d fallen for her little trap, he did. But she didn’t know yet that he was the one in control here. He pulled his hands away and placed them palm down on the desk surface beside him, propping himself up. Now his hardon was on full display for her, and he wasn’t going to hide it. “I’m not sure what you’re referring to, Ariel,” he started, voice gruff with suppressing arousal. “What happened on Thursday that’s been distracting you?” He knew exactly what he was doing, and he watched her cheeks deepen in their red hue.

She looked down, a nervous smile blooming on those plump lips. “I…. Nevermind, I guess I just… was confused. About the lesson. I guess.” But she couldn’t hide it from him, her gaze lingered on his cock on the journey to finding his eyes again.

“Is there something else you want to tell me, Ms. Bosche?” It was firm but said gently, and he didn’t look away from her eyes. And when she tried to– “Na uh, up here. Look at me. Is there something else you need to tell me, Ariel?”

It was silent for a few moments. She was licking her lower lip, in debate. And then she pressed them together, dropped her backpack on the ground next to her and turned around. He watched as she walked towards the chalkboard again, plump ass jiggling gently with every step. And there she was again, a sight to see. Her white panties were damp, he could see even from where he stood. She took a piece of chalk and tipped onto her toes to reach upwards. Her skirt rode up. And she began writing. It was an equation he’d had on the test. And her answer now? Completely correct.

That was it.

Nick took deliberate strides towards the door to turn the lock and pull the blinds shut. Staring at those soaked white panties, he could see the outline of her tanned pussy lips through the moistened fabric. If she wanted to play this game, he could play this game. He was circling around the room to pull the curtains shut on all the windows, cock throbbing against his suit. He cupped his big hand around it and gave it a generous squeeze before he started in a beeline for her. Ariel was still writing the equations that were on the test, answering every one correctly. With every step he took toward her, he was unfastening his belt, and then unzipping his pants. His cock bulged out of his deep grey boxers massively, heavy and pulsating with the need to be inside of his teenage student.

No, not yet, he decided. Not yet.

Ariel was breathing heavily now, pushed up against the chalkboard just as she’d been the week prior. Only now, she’d unbuttoned her blouse to allow her perky tits to fall out of it, half of her hardened nipples covered by the fabric and the other half… rubbing up against the board.

Nick’s cock was painfully hard now, and he exhaled heavily as he rubbed his cock into her wet mound. Grunting as he grinded into her, slowly, deliberately. His hands found those round ass cheeks and squeezed them roughly, pulling them apart to allow him to rub his cock up her pussy and asshole. He couldn’t see either of them yet, but he could feel the landmarks in the curves, shifting from her plump hot pussy to glide into the dip where he felt her asshole pulsating against his cock. She was arching her back for him now, again, matching his movements with the same amount of need. She panted heavily, moaning as he pressed through her folds.

Nick’s hand slapped over her mouth, covering it to muffle her. “Is this what you needed to tell me?” he asked aggressively. His fingers hooked into the edges of her panties and yanked them down. And now he could really feel her against him, hot and pooling with how horny she was. “Hmm? Is this it? Is this what’s been distracting you?” he cupped his cock in his hand and rubbed the head around her little hole, mopping up her wetness with the fabric of his boxers. And now here it was. The moment he’d been fantasizing about for months. Now here she was, pussy throbbing deeply for his cock, and he could see it. His cock was so hard it sprung back straight when he slapped it against her asshole.

A spot of precum was beginning to soak through the front of his boxers. He didn’t know how much longer he could go without shoving it into her. And she was begging him from beneath his palm, practically crying. He was torturing her, and he knew her pussy must be begging for him too from the way it pulsated open and closed against his shaft. His hand moved to her throat now, locking around her airway and choking her. She moaned more aggressively through the smothering, bucking her hips back rhythmically. “No. Stop,” he commanded, slapping her face with his other hand. Her movements tapered a bit, but she wasn’t controlling herself. “Did you fucking hear me?” He choked her harder, pulling her head into his abdomen by the throat. Her ass cheeks pushed up against the surface of his own pelvis now, bulging out like two round cushions. She was on the tips of her toes now, struggling to keep her balance with him overpowering her.

She moaned out in a long cry, desperate, “Please, Mr. Kennedy… I need it…”

Nick chuckled deeply, whispering back, “Now you know I’m not allowed to do that.”

She was whimpering now and he pulled her by the throat harder. Her feet picked up off the ground and the weight of her body hovered on his erection. Her dainty hands lifted to tug on his wrist, tapping out and he loosened his grip. The tips of her toes touched the ground again. “*I said,* I’m not allowed to do that.”

Ariel’s panting was heavy now, gasping. He saw her blink away tears, eyes wide and lips red and swollen. “M-Mr. Kennedy.” It wasn’t a beg anymore. No, it was an acknowledgement. Her eyelids drooped to hood those big brown irises and she arched her back harder into him.

“That’s right.” he whispered. She was relinquishing full control to him now. And as rock hard as his cock was, he needed to see her pussy up-close. He needed to taste her when she orgasmed. He let her heels drop back onto the tile, stepped back and hoisted his cock back into his pants, to the side and closed off her opportunity to grind her pussy on him any more. She turned to face him now. Her eyes were alight, searching his for his next command. Her usually manicured mane was now disheveled, wild. And her tits were on full display to him, nipples pointed and rigid. He pinched one between his fingers, giving a firm squeeze. She moaned and tried to make a go to touch his cock again, but he grabbed her wrist before she could. “No.” She looked up to him, doe-like. “Go get up on my desk.”

She followed his command eagerly, kicking off her panties onto the floor on her way. He could see her pussy drip from the momentum of her hopping onto his desk and lying down. It trailed out of her in a little puddle on the smooth wood. He sauntered towards her slowly and she watched him the whole way, saying nothing.

“Good girl,” he commented as he stepped between her open thighs, only to grab them firmly and heave her hips forward, closer to him, so her legs hung of the edge of the desk. Now with his face inches from her pussy, he was maddeningly hard. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, flooding his nostrils. And her pussy was so plump, glistening. And that hole… oh, god, that hole… it was even tinier than he’d imagined. Almost swollen shut. He took his middle finger and swiped at the fluid around it. She shuddered at his touch, then whimpered quietly. “Shut up,” he demanded and she bit down on her lip, quieted. He looked down at his wedding ring before he touched her pussy again. Fuck if he cared about Sarah right now. Not with Ariel’s sweet scent in his face. He licked his lips and rubbed around the hole gently with his middle finger. Ariel began panting, releasing haphazard squeaks. Her pussy throbbed for him again, tugging her asshole with it. He couldn’t tell which was tighter. The tip of his middle finger began pressing forward, inward, but just as she gasped he withdrew and hooked it just on the outer edge of her opening. He tugged gently, repeatedly, and she was crying again. This time he let her. He knew how painful it must be for her, to need the stimulation so badly and be denied it over and over again. He would let her cry, but he wasn’t giving her what she wanted.

Not yet. Her liquid was flooding out around his finger and she was bucking her hips upward again, trying to push his finger deeper in. He supposed she deserved it now. His middle finger drove into her, but even just one finger barely fit. Her walls were snug around it, enveloping it, sucking it in. He padded at her g-spot and she gasped violently. “Shh, shh,” he cooed, oscillating it inside of her. She made a stifled noise — the start of a yell, but then her own hand clasped over her mouth. “Shh,” he reminded, advancing forward for his tongue to find her clit. He licked it deliberately and then sucked gently. He felt her thighs tense up on his shoulders. With his free hand he steadied her, gripping her soft hip. “Mm-nnn,” a mumble to remind her again, to keep herself controlled. He chuckled, allowing it to rumble hotly against her pussy before he began coordinating his movements, thrusting his finger in and out of her while his tongue played with her clit. Suddenly, her abdomen tensed and she released a sharp squeal, unhinged. Her arousal gushed out onto his tongue and what couldn’t fit in his mouth, soaked his beard. Her pussy throbbed harder around his finger than it had any time tonight, and she bore down explosively. He felt her cum around his finger over and over, nearly pushing it out. He was firm with her though, and thrusted through her contractions. She was moaning wildly now, a mix of pain and pleasure until suddenly… it stopped. Her walls released the hold they had on him. She relaxed heavily, her thighs became slack on his shoulders and an exhale pushed through her lips. Then she laughed, laughed for no reason. Her eyelids were hooded when she sat back upright and gazed affectionately into Nick’s eyes. “I’ve never had that happen before…” she commented.

Nick stood to his feet, chuckling. “Which part?” he raised an eyebrow, rubbing at his sore hard cock through his suit. Not today, he told himself. Not today.

She didn’t answer, instead she stared at his bulge. And then, suddenly, as if remembering where she was and what she was doing, Ariel’s eyes widened. She gasped and sprung to her feet, dragging her moisture across his desk along the way. After trotting over to grab her panties and tug them on and buttoning up her shirt rapidly, she stammered out. “I-I have to go,” with no allowance for objection.

She was already pulling on her backpack and stumbling towards the door when Nick responded: “Make sure you study for your test next time.”

And then she was gone. But the scent of her in the room wasn’t. And now he could finally handle the problem between his legs. It hadn’t calmed even slightly. As he slumped back into his desk chair and unzipped his pants once again, it sprung out heavily. Scorching hot and rigid in his hand, he grasped his shaft tightly and began pumping. His eyes closed and he remembered the sight he just witnessed, tasted, caused… Ariel Bosche laying on his desk at his command, and then twitching with release… It didn’t take long at all. And Nick propelled strings of cum onto his desk, onto that failed test, heavy loads on top of Ariel’s writing. His head cleared and he tucked his cock back into his pants, leaning back with breath heavy to realize… that he’d just cheated on his pregnant wife with his student. And wanted to do it again.

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