True story, with some embellishments, to make the story flow.
Look for the @******@ for the start of the sexy stuff.
Last year I had my work hours shifted from M-F to T-S. This was fine, as I enjoyed having Monday’s off to catch up on the wife’s to-do list.
After a few weeks of finishing this and having nothing to do, I knew that I needed something else. So, I decided that I would get back into the education game, and do some subbing.
I was already on the sub list from earlier in the year, and on the following Monday, I went over to the local High School and spoke with the receptionist there, to see what positions were available.
As luck would have it, Monday’s are one of the best days for sub openings, (I assume teachers being hungover), and they had a sub position available in the Biology department, teaching the seniors.
Making my way down to the science department, I stopped off at the teachers break room to see if I knew anyone there. Opening the door I was pleasantly surprised to see one of my teacher friends, Jacob, there and I walked over to grab some coffee with him.
“I need this caffeine today.” I joked. “Got a whole day of 17 and 18 year olds to teach.”
Jacob turned around, “Ah! Back in the subbing game, huh? Good luck man, those seniors can be a handful.” He joked.
I smiled, “Well at least Biology is an elective, so I’m hoping they want to be there!”
We chatted for a bit longer, and we went our separate ways, to class.
Following my instructions, I found the classroom I would be in for the day. It was your standard science room, with benches coming out of each side, gas taps plumbed in, so Bunsen Burners could be used, and a cabinet full of dirty glassware and beakers.
To the back and the left, was an alcove, big enough for about 5 people to stand in, that held a collection of old, brown instruments, on shelves, that I guessed either didn’t work, or were never used.
My desk/bench was at the front and center with a whiteboard to the back. Windows lined the right side of the room, with a nice view of the school grounds/grass.
I sat down and flipped through the folder on my desk marked, “Sub Lessons”. It was dated today, so the regular teacher was obviously scheduled to be out.
Thinning through the pages, nothing seemed to out of the ordinary. A couple of classes studying genetics, and a few on the nuances of animal behavior. The last class of the day, I had a class that was supposed to be testing. Ugh, what kind of teacher does testing on a Monday?
Anyway, the test looked not too bad, and I filed it away as an easy period to end the day with.
The bell rang, and a few minutes later the kids began ambling into class. Most of the classes during the day went smoothly, without any issue. One of the classes had a joker, and after acting up, I sent him out to see the Dean.
Finally, the last class I had came in and sat down. I was working on some paperwork and finally looked up at the students.
“Good afternoon class…” I scanned the student’a faces, and briefly paused on a young girl with very large curly, brown hair. For some reason she stuck out to me, and then continued on with my introduction.
After some groans and complaints from the kids, when I mentioned the test they were having this period, I walked around and handed out the paper.
When I reached the girl with the curly hair, I looked down and smiled. She met my eyes, and smiled back, giving me a smooth “Thank you”, as I handed the paper to her.
I went to sit back down at my desk and began to watch the students as they began working on the questions, looking for any signs of cheating.
My gaze was drawn back to the curly haired girl, who I had learned from the seating chart, was called Christine.
Aside from her incredible curls, she wasn’t that pretty. However, there was something about her, that I just couldn’t put my finger on, that attracted me to her.
She wasn’t skinny or overweight, just average. She looked like she was a B cup, with a fairly flat ass.
She wore thick rimmed glasses that were fairly trendy. Her face was round with smooth skin.
Like I said before, she wasn’t classically pretty, but my god, there was just something that made me keep staring at her.
Catching myself, I decided to look up her record on the school laptop that was there. Christine showed up. She was 18, just turned a month ago. She lived nearby and looked like she was about to fail this class.
Her grades were above average for the rest of her classes, but in Biology, she was just on the lower side of the passing grade. It looked like she needed to ace this test to bring her back into the black for the year.
Closing the record down, I glanced back up, and scanned the class again. I was taken aback when I saw Christine staring right at me, pencil gently resting in between her thin pink lips.
She must of been in a different world, as her glassy brown eyes suddenly blinked and she smiled shyly to herself and went back to her test. I watched a little more and saw her cheeks growing red.
I smiled.
I announced that time was up, and about 10 minutes later the bell rang for the end of school. I began tidying up while the kids got their stuff together and filed out. Turning around, I saw Christine in the doorway, looking troubled.
“Christine, right?” I said, “Can I help you with something?”
She looked away, looking embarrassed. “Um, well, I just wanted to talk to you about the test, Sir.”
“Oh, sure.” I said, encouragingly, “Come and sit down, I’ll get your answer sheet.”
Christine walks over, and my eyes follow her ass and legs as she picks up a stool and sits down next to my desk. I sit down close beside her and spread her paper out and I began going through each question, and graded her paper in front of her. At the end, I took out a calculator, and calculated her grade. She got a B!
I say to her, “Great job Christine, you got a B!”
I was expecting something more, but instead she looked down and rubbed her left arm, with her right, before saying, “I guess it’s okay… it’s not enough though. I already calculated what I needed to score, to meet my qualifying criteria to get into college, and it was an A.”
I gently patted her shoulder and said, “Oh, Christine I’m sorry, you are really close though. You just needed 2 more points to get an A.”
I stared at the side of her face for a moment, she looked so disappointed. Then she suddenly looked up, as if she had just had an idea. Her face turned towards mine and she stared into eyes, while leaning forward slightly.
“Maybe you could just give me some extra credit, or something!?”
@******@
For the first time, I got a waft of her perfume. It was flowery, and very sexy. I immediately felt my cock begin to harden, as I inhaled her scent deeply.
I imagined leaning forward and kissing her lips, but restrained myself.
Turning away, I said, “You know I can’t do that, I’ve only had you for 1 class. What extra credit could I have seen? The only thing I could do is change the grade on your paper, but I really don’t feel comfortable doing that.”
“Oh, but Sir, what if I made you feel more comfortable? Would you be able to change the grade on my test, then?” Christine leaned forward even more and placed her hand on my thigh.
I looked down at her hand, then up to her face. I stared into her deep brown eyes. Her glasses seeming to amplify them, and create the cutest puppy dogs eyes I had ever seen.
“Shit, I’ll prob get fired for this.” I whispered, half to myself, and half out loud. I leaned into Christine and kissed her softly on the lips. They were smooth and small, but she tastes like strawberries. Probably from some chapstick.
Her hand ran further up my leg until it brushed against my, now hard, cock. She began to rub it through my pants, and started to unzip them.
“Wait!” I exclaimed, before standing up, closing and locking the door, then making sure the blinds on the windows where shut.
I walked back over to her and told her to get on her knees, in front of me.
Christine followed my orders and knelt on the floor. Her face just at the right height, infront of my crotch.
I unzipped my pants, reached in, and pulled my throbbing cock out. She grinned from ear to ear and took it in her small hand. As she stroked me back and forth, a dribble of pre-cum came out and without missing a beat, Christine licked her tongue over my head and clean it off.
“Mmm that tastes good, Sir. Do you want me to suck it.” She teased.
“Fuck, yes! I want to see you gag on my cock, Christine.” I was really getting into it, and getting off on her calling me Sir.
She pursed her lips together and pushed them against the tip of my dick. She increased the pressure and began to swallow my cock. She looked up at me when she was half way down, and winked at me.
Feeling the need to ram my cock down her throat, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her towards me.
She was a little taken aback, but to her credit, she rolled with it and began deepthroating my cock with enthusiasm. I could feel my cock hit the back of her throat, and as I looked down, I saw saliva drooling out of her mouth. A few minutes later she drew back and wiped her mouth clean.
“Christine.” I said, “I think it’s time for your extra credit assignment.”
She grinned, lifted an eyebrow, and stood up. “Yes, Sir. Where would you like me?”
She was wearing some baggy jeans, so I stepped forward and began to unbutton and unzip them. I knelt down, and dragged the denim down to her ankles.
I turned her around and bend her over my desk. She could only spread her legs a little ways apart, and she looks so cute with her light blue panties. They weren’t a thong or anything, just plain blue underwear.
I pulled them to the left and began fingering her teen pussy. She was wet and I noticed that she didn’t shave. Christine was fairly bushy and I didn’t care at all. My cock rubbed against her pussy, getting covered in her juices.
Grabbing her ass I slammed into her. Hearing her little yelp of shock, I began railing her hard. She was loving it! Calling out, moaning, and saying my name, and telling me to fuck her harder.
“I’m about to cum, Christine.” I said out loud.
“Oooh, Sir, can you cum on my face, please?” She replied.
I pulled out and continued jerking. Christine turned around and knelt in front of me, opening her mouth, and stuck her tongue out.
The perfect money shot, I thought. And in just a few seconds, I was shooting rope after rope all over her. Over her mouth, cheeks, hair and nose.
“Holy shit, what a mess?” I joked.
She smiled warmly and licked some of my cum off of her face. “Thank you, Sir. I like to get messy. Did I pass my assignment?”
I walked over to her test paper, changed a couple of answers, and showed her the new score. An A.
Smiling, Christine pulled her jeans up, grabbed her bag, winked at me and walked out.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hx7fat/she_needed_an_a_to_pass_so_i_bumped_her_up_in
So did you keep the job after that? Were there no cctvs in the lab?