She was desperate, and I knew it. She had skipped every lecture, half the tutorials, and failed every single pop quiz too. Her failure was all but assured.
As I had cooly told her the day before, leaning back in my office chair. The air conditioning hummed softly, the only noise in the room besides her ragged breath. Locks of long black hair clung to her sweaty neck. Her irises, two milky globes of chestnut brown, danced around nervously.
“But you don’t have to fail of course. It would be such a shame, for a pretty girl like you to get held back an entire year.”
She stammered. “You want me to-?”
I stood up. My face was hard and cold in the harsh white light. I tucked my chair under the table and turned. “All I’m saying is that I will be free at 2pm tomorrow afternoon.”
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She knocked three times. Once hard, then two softer ones half a second apart.
“Come in,” I said.
She pulled in the chair under her as she sat. “Get it over with.”
I ogled her tits brazenly. They were B-cups, not too large, but perky enough to show through her uniform. Right now, they were bobbing invitingly a centimeter above the table.
“On my lap.”
Her eyes narrowed in disgust, but she still strode over.
“Legs around my waist. And roll your skirt up.”
I unzipped my own pants. My cock jerked out, already erect and leaking precum. It nestled comfortably between the folds of her pleated blue skirt.
A porcelain white hand reached down, gently rubbing my swollen cockhead.
My own hands crept up her crisp white shirt, making cursory passes along her flat stomach before settling on her tits. They were smooth and round, firm but soft at the same time. I squeezed one lightly.
She squirmed.
“Unbutton yourself.”
The Asian teenager started at the bottom, her long, thin fingers dancing around the clasp. A hint of her stomach showed: hard, firm bones sticking out of her skinny flesh, leading to the dark bellybutton in the middle.
I tweaked a nipple, and she gasped. Her mouth opened slightly, soft pink lips curving into a small circle.
The underside of her tits were exposed now. I mauled her tits even harder. Her fluttering uniform sent soft grey shadows flying across her skin.
Another button off. I could see her areolae. They were large and pink, sloping slightly upwards to the center, where a long brown nipple stood proudly. I lowered my mouth onto one of them.
She moaned, and her hands fumbled, dropping down to my head, which she pushed even harder against her breast, bouncing wildly as she rubbed her cloth covered pussy against my cock.
I bit down. She screamed.
“Unbutton yourself,” I repeated, and attacked her other nipple.
When she finished, I looked up.
“On the table.”
She pushed herself up obediently. Her shirt lay in a neat fold besides her. It was slightly see through.
I stood up too, making my cock level with her pussy, and my mouth level with her own.
“I’m not kissing you,” she spat.
I nudged my cock into the gap between her thighs. Her skirt remained splayed around her waist, concealing the obscenity below.
My tone stayed emotionless. “My shirt next.”
Her fingers gently pressed down on my chest as she undid my buttons, her chestnut eyes intent on the action, but dull and empty.
I thrust forward experimentally. The tip of my cock glanced off her slit. It was warm, and slightly wet. My hands slipped down her stomach, making teasing circles around her bellybutton, stopping at the single button which concealed her womanhood.
I moved forward slightly. The heat of her cunt had reached a burning ferocity. Even more of her juices seeped out.
The last button on my shirt popped out, and my shirt swung open, revealing the taut muscles underneath.
I pulled her skirt out, slipping an index finger under the waistband. The springy curls of her pubic hair pushed pleasantly against my finger. I reached down as far as I could, and when I pulled it out, it was coated with her nectar.
“Your skirt.”
She reached down with shuddering fingers. The skirt fell slowly to the floor, revealing her labia in all its glory.
Her outer lips were a dark brown, folds of skin pushed upon one another. But what they hid was a strawberry pink, shimmering with her arousal.
I raised my cum coated finger to her mouth. “Taste yourself.”
My other hand found her clit, a small hard nub, and began to rub it in slow, big circles.
Her tongue was smooth and sticky with saliva. She shook with a moan, and bit down on a finger.
My cock jerked against the entrance of her cunt. I slowly pushed forward, squeezing my throbbing cockhead into her folds.
“Tell me you don’t want this.”
“Oh fuck!” she groaned. She collapsed onto the table. Her hair clung together in long, wet strands, splayed across the table and over her tits. She pulled her knees upwards, hands hugging her ankles to her butt, spreading pussy for me to fuck.
“Fuck me,” she hissed.
I grunted, and thrust in another inch. She was so, *fucking*, tight.
She let out a long moan. I rubbed her clit, stimulating her nub even as I boned her.
She grit her teeth and moaned, “Harder!”
I slammed my hips into hers, pushing her back.
“Yes-yes! All of it!” Her tits bounced appetizingly with every stroke.
She quivered at my touch. I slid out of her with sloppy squishing sounds, and when I pushed back in the sound of my balls banging against her asscheeks filled the room.
Her pussy clamped around my cock like a vice. “I’m going to cum,” I warned.
“Ah-OH! Cum in me!”
I slammed a final stoke into her, sending the full length of my shaft into her tight young cunt. I stayed there, gasping as stroke after stroke of orgasm wracked my body, shooting spurt after spurt of my hot jizz into my student’s waiting pussy.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/4ea68z/mffucking_my_student
Holy shit. Soo good!