Called into the teacher’s office [FM]

It was nearly a year ago that I ended up matching with one of my former teachers on Tinder and meeting him for sex – although we hadn’t seen one another since then he would message me occasionally, but there was never an opportunity where we could meet as either I was out of the area or he wasn’t free.

However, last weekend I got a message from him, and from a brief chat it was pretty clear that he was keen to meet me once he found out I was back at home and in his neck of the woods. As he was sharing his place though, the question was where… however, I wasn’t expecting the answer that he finally settled on, or how this entire thing would pan out.

So, on Thursday afternoon, I arranged to borrow my mum’s car, and with car keys securely in hand I headed back to my room to change into a brand-new cosplay that I’d bought on a whim and that had only arrived recently. The outfit was Haruhi’s school uniform from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya – a brown wig (I had to forego the yellow ribbon in her hair for practical reasons, a white blouse with blue trim (and a white bra underneath), a short light blue skirt with blue and white striped cotton knickers underneath, black socks that stop below the knee and loafer shoes. It took a while to get changed, as the scenario about to play out had me feeling both incredibly nervous and incredibly turned on, especially after a long spell without any sex.

After almost chickening out at least once, I finally convinced myself to go through with this, put on a thick coat over my cosplay and buttoned it up before heading to the car. Around a 10-minute drive later I arrived…. at the visitor’s car park of my old secondary school, which was currently in session. Putting on a face mask, I sent a message to my former teacher letting him know I’d arrived. A couple of minutes later, I saw him at the main doors to the reception area which I still remembered so well from my teenage years – getting out of the car, he beckoned me over and gave me a quick, curt greeting while looking around. Holding the reception door over for me, he made some very obvious “thanks so much for coming” small talk, making this sound like a routine appointment as we walked past a receptionist who was on the phone and staring at her computer screen anyway.

This was the first time I’d been back to the school since leaving as an 18 year-old, yet I remembered the corridors and layout like the back of my hand, almost automatically heading to where I remembered the staff room being, then up a flight of stairs to the various offices for the headmaster and heads of year, one of which was the teacher currently escorting me to his office.

Opening the office door for me and inviting me to come inside and take off my mask and coat, the window facing into the courtyard already had the blinds drawn, and once inside he also shut the blind on the window within the door, before locking it. The room was tidy, with a desk on one side of the room, and a table, small sofa and chairs in the other.

By the time I’d removed my mask and coat and discarded it on one chair, I turned around to seeing him looking me up and down in my cosplay, quietly whistling appreciatively and admitting he wouldn’t have recognised me in my wig had he not known I was coming. Meanwhile, my heart was thumping in my chest even before he invited me to hop up and sit on his desk, which I realised was tidy mostly because he’d already cleared it to make room for me.

Following his request, I moved across the room and sat myself up on his desk. This was his cue to move over to me, and his hands started at the top of my socks, stroking up and down my legs a few times, teasingly brushing close to my underwear now and then. As both hands slipped under my short skirt, he whispered “lift your bum”, and as I did so I felt him take hold of the waistband for my knickers and pull them down my legs. Getting them off over my shoes proved a little vexing for him in his impatience, so they ended up dangling from one ankle once he got them over one shoe.

Kneeling before me, he used his hands to guide my legs apart, inviting me to shuffle forward on his desk as he spent only a little time kissing my legs and thighs, teasing me momentarily before pressing his tongue between my legs and exploring my pussy with his tongue while I gasped loudly. Propping myself up on my elbows, I leaned back as his hands pressed on my inner thighs and his mouth and tongue worked on my pussy before finding and focusing on my clit. After so long without any attention, this was bliss, and his tongue was very much focused on getting me off, pausing only momentarily to remind me not to be too loud.

I tried my best to stifle my moans a little, but I couldn’t help but whimper and moan over my heavy breathing, and keeping quiet only got harder when I felt his hand slide up between my legs, rubbing my slit before sliding one, and then two, fingers inside me. This combination of pleasure from this tongue flickering on my clit and his fingers curled inside me was simply too much, and trying not to yelp I bucked, shook and moaned my way through an orgasm on the desk.

As I took a moment to recover, he was unbuckling and pulling down his pants and boxers down after retrieving a condom from the pocket. Semi-erect, he invited me to sit up and suck him. Realising this would be awkward to do comfortably, I ended up on my knees in his office, taking his cock readily into my mouth to suck and bob my head on it, quickly working him up to a fully erect state.

“Bend over my desk” he requested as he tore open to condom packet, putting it on as I turned away from him and bent over the desk as I asked, getting myself as comfortable as I could leaning over it. He then shuffled over to me, and I felt his cock – the tip of it slipping up and down my lips, before his fingers re-entered the scene to test and spread my obvious wetness. Next, my lips were slowly parting as I felt the head of his penis press into me, causing both of us to groan quietly. He took his time initially, slowly and carefully moving in and out, penetrating me a little further every time. Eventually though, he sunk fully into me in one thrust, as we both moaned together again. From here, he could begin fucking me… slowly at first, before switching to a spell of harder, irregular thrusts that made me moan every time.

After clearly enjoying this for a while, he switched to a more regular rhythm, sliding in and out of me while holding my hips, pushing me against the desk with every thrust as he started to fuck me hard. After a few minutes, he asked me to turn around, and so I sat back on his desk again, leaning back and opening my legs as he slid back inside me, easily this time. His hands on the back of my legs he was soon fucking me hard again, while I sat up to look down at my cosplay skirt bunched up around my waist and his cock moving in and out of me, enjoying the sound of him slipping in and out of my wet pussy alongside our heavy breathing and moans.

He was clearly enjoying this whole experience too. “I wish I’d fucked you like this while you were a student here” he half-moaned, half-whispered… “You were so cute in my class, I always wondered if anyone was fucking you” he told me breathlessly while picking up the pace and fucking me harder and faster still. Hearing this from a former teacher while he fucked me, dressed in cosplay, in an office at my old school, only served to turn me on even more, and I couldn’t help but reach down to start rubbing my clit to further enhance my pleasure while he was inside me.

“That’s it, make yourself cum” he urged, taking my legs and pulling them up so my black sock-clad legs were on his shoulders, my knickers still somehow dangling from one ankle. As my fingers insistently worked on my clit, he moved his hips more prominently, his cock sliding quickly in and out of my pussy as a result. My gasps and sighs were getting louder and my breathing more ragged, and eventually I reached the point of no return and came, tightening around his cock as it continued to plough in and out of me. This was his signal to go for it, putting his hands on the desk and leaning forward as he really fucked me hard, and within a minute of my own orgasm he groaned that he was going to cum, grunting as he thrust repeatedly into me, throbbing as he unloaded into the condom.

After a brief pause as we both got our breaths back, he pulled out, reaching with some difficulty across the office to grab handfuls of tissues to wrap and hide the condom in, while also handing me some to clean up if I needed. There was a period of silence now as he pulled up his pants and readjusted his clothes, and I retrieved my knickers (which had finally fallen to the floor) and put them back on, before straightening up my own outfit and grabbing my coat.

We made a little small talk while cooling off, before putting on my coat – he offered to see me out, but as I knew the way I decided to head off on my own, heading down the corridor and out the front door, still feeling flushed as the receptionist gave me a disinterested look on my way. If only she knew what my “meeting” had involved…

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