Everything changed after matching with a former student on Tinder: Part 2

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It was Saturday afternoon. Nick’s footsteps echoed down the empty corridors of the school as he made his way to his classroom. It was a good thing that he was so friendly with the head janitor, Joesph. Nick had called him earlier in the day and tried his best to explain the situation without giving away too many details.

“Don’t you worry about a thing, Mr. Franklyn,” Joseph told him. “I know exactly what you are talking about. Between you and me, you aren’t the first teacher to use the school for these…purposes. I’ll ensure you won’t be disturbed, and the side door will be unlocked.”

A week ago, Nick would have never believed that what was about to happen was possible. That was before he matched with Leslie, his former student, on Tinder. After an intense week of sexting (behind both his wife and her fiancé’s back, a fiancé who also happened to be a former student of his), they had finally met up at a seedy dive bar the night before.

The memory of the night seemed like a fever dream.

Nick remembered how he gathered his composure, making his way down the dimly lit bar to where Leslie was waiting. As she became clearer in his vision, that became a much more difficult task. His eyes devoured her from the ground up.

She had on a pair of black high heels that wrapped around her smooth ankles. His eyes followed up her toned athletic legs to the short hem of the dress. She coyly uncrossed her legs and crossed them again, flashing him a quick glance of red underneath. The dress clung to her body like shrink wrap, hugging every curve of her stomach up to her breathtaking cleavage. Her perky tits were pressed together, the fabric just barley covering where he knew her pink nipples to be, the l hint of a red push up bra just barely visible above the top of the dress. His eyes continued to trail up her taught neck, to her young face, the knowing , nervous smile on her lips, which were decorated in a dark red lipstick. Her blue eyes pierced into his, accentuated by dark eye shadow. And her strawberry blonde hair was done up in tight braids, the same way she wore it for game-days with the volleyball team.

“Are you going to stand there and stare all night, Mr. F? Or are you going to come buy a girl a drink?”

He snapped out of it and took the seat next to her at the bar, letting his hand brush against the bare skin of her thigh as she turned to face him. He glanced at the bartender without taking his eyes off of her body. She was blushing.

“Double bourbon on the rocks. And…?”

This time is was Leslie’s turn to be distracted. As soon as Mr. F put his hand on her thigh, her mind filled with images of her favorite teacher’s perfect cock, how much thicker and longer it was than Tommy’s (not that she even played with it much), how the veins in his shaft bulged and throbbed when it exploded for her, how she made herself squirt imagining that fire-hose drenching her. She tore her eyes from her former teacher’s crotch and locked eyes with him.

“Vodka cranberry,” she said to the bartender. He grunted and moved away to make the drinks.

Leslie met Mr. F’s eyes again. They were bright green, almost golden actually. It was those eyes that first drove her and her friends crazy back in high school. She giggled and placed her hand on his arm.

“I can’t believe you are actually here,” she said shyly. Even though they had already been sexting, seeing him in person after all of these years was making her feel like an awkward teenager again. “You have no idea what my friends would think if they knew about…us.”

She took her arm away from him and cleared her throat as the drinks arrived.

Nick took a sip of his bourbon before turning back to face Leslie again. He tried to keep his eyes on hers, but every few seconds they dropped down her neck to her cleavage. The longer he sat there, the harder it was to concentrate.

“Is that so?” He asked her, taking another sip. “You know, you and your friends weren’t very subtle back then. I could hear you whisper about the ‘hot teacher’ when you thought I wasn’t listening. And not to mention all the dress code violations I let slide…”

His hand slid higher up Leslie’s thigh, making her shudder. She slowly started to spread her legs, glancing around nervously to make sure no one was watching.

“We used to talk about you all the time…” she admitted, glancing around again and spreading her legs even farther, inviting his hand to creep even higher up her thigh. Her dress started to ride up her ass in the bar seat.

“We used to daydream about your cock. About what you would look like naked. About how easily it would be for you to just bend us over your desk and treat us like bad little girls.” She lowered her voice as he leaned in. She wrapped her hand around his forearm, pulling his hand up, forcing it to rest on the sheer fabric of her red thong.

“It used to get us so wet. Can you feel how wet I am for you, Mr. F?”

Blood rushed between Nick’s legs as he gently pressed his fingers against her thong, feeling a little spot of wetness that grew and grew as he applied more pressure. She dug her fingernails into the skin of his forearm, a shallow moan escaping her lips.

“Such a bad little schoolgirl,” he teased her, gently but firmly grabbing her hand, lifting it off his arm, guiding it in between his legs, letting it rest on his bulge as he continued to press against her, moving his fingers in slow circles. “Maybe I’ll have to sneak you in to the school sometime so you can see my classroom again…”

He pressed his fingers hard agaisnt her labia, feeling her soak right through the thong as he ever so slightly penetrated her. She squeezed his throbbing cock in response.

“That way I can bend you over the desk and punish you for all the times you tried to tease me in the past.”

“Fuckkkkk Mr. F, I can’t take it anymore,” she panted, closing her eyes and slowly rubbing her hands along his massive shaft. Even with all the times she cheated on Tommy in college, she had never felt like this. It was liberating to be able to finally give in and be who she was meant to be. It was liberating to finally unshackle herself. “Please let me have your cock,” she said, squeezing it, before adding, “sir.”

That’s where his memory went hazy, clouded by the lust surging through his body. Nick remembered slapping cash down on the bar as he grabbed Leslie by the wrist, abandoning their half-finished drinks as he guided her out the bar and into the cold night air. He remembered the feel of her body pressed hard against him as he pushed her towards her car. He remembered behind thankful the parking lot was empty of other people as she slapped her hands on the side of his car while he slid her dress up around her waist. His eyes feasted on her thick, athletic ass, even bigger than it was in high school thanks to the party lifestyle she enjoyed in college. Her red thong was wedged high up in her cheeks, and she swayed her hips back and forth, teasing him, as he slid his hands up between her legs, feeling the same wetness he felt in the bar now drenching the fabric. He remembered pressing his body tight against her, tasting the skin of her neck in his mouth for the first time. It was salty and sweet like strawberries, an intoxicating mix of smell and taste that was entirely unlike anything he had experienced with his wife. He felt her reach behind while he groped her in public and grab his swollen cock in her hands.

He remembered her turning around, wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing her face to his, and kissing him. Deeply. Passionately. She tasted like vodka cranberry as her tongue explored his mouth. Then she let her hands drop down his chest, feeling his tense chest muscles, the body of a man when all she had known up until this point was boys. As her hands continued to trail down, she slowly dropped to her knees, her dress still around her waist, her massive overdeveloped tits threatening to spill out of her bra as she slowly started to undo his zipper. She reached her hand inside his pants, greedily wrapping her hands around his thick cock and maneuvering it until it sprang free.

She had seen the pictures and videos he had sent her, but to see it in person was a different experience entirely. She couldn’t help but let her mouth drop open as she felt it literally throb in her hand, the veins protruding, the head swollen and stiff. It was easily twice as big as her pathetic fiancé Tommy.

Just then, her phone rang. “One second,” she told Nick. Still gripping his shaft in her hand, she quickly opened her purse and grabbed her phone. Speak of the devil, she thought. She was about to reject the call when something inside her, some part of her that had been awakened by her teacher, told her to answer it instead.

Without telling him her plan, she smiled up at him, turned on her speaker phone, and answered the call.

“Hi baby,” she cooed into the microphone, before unexpectedly wrapping her lips around the top or Nick’s cock, causing him to bite his lip and stifle a moan.

Was this really happening? He glanced back towards the bar, noticing that while she was down at that level, she was shielded from sight by the other parked cars. He heard the familiar voice of Tommy on the other end of the phone.

“Hey girl. How’s your night going? I miss youuuu,” he sang at her. She looked up at Mr. F, rolling her eyes, slowly taking more of his cock in her mouth, running her tongue along the ridge just beneath his head. “And I’m really really horny tooooooo.”

She took Nick’s cock out of her mouth, stroking it slowly in one hand as she replied. “Watch that kind of talk mister,” she teased, lifting his cock up and sliding her tongue from the base of his balls all the way along the bottom of the shaft. “Remember that I’m saving myself for marriage.” She plunged the cock back down her mouth, letting it hit the back of her throat as she looked up at him, winking. He wrapped his hands in her braids and held her there for a second, making her eyes go wide, before letting her back up.

“Ugh I know babe, you’re such a good girl.”

She pushed herself down on his cock again, stifling a gag before coming back up for air, panting.

“That’s right I am, don’t forget it. Just a good, innocent girl.”

“What’s that sound?” He asked, as Nick grabbed her by the back of the hair again and shoved her back down on him unexpectedly. She leaned her neck back and took him even deeper than before. He could feel the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, and then slide past it. He held her down as her dark blue eyes looked up at him. One second. Two. Three. Four.

“Baby are you there?” Tommy asked.

Five. Six. Seven. Finally he let her up off of his cock. A bead of drool connected his cock to her chin, and she breathed out a silent “oh my god,” before returning her attention to Tommy.

“Sorry baby, me and Alexis just took a shot. And you know how that makes me gag sometimes.”

On cue, Nick grabbed the back of her head again and shoved her down, his cock bashing against the back of her throat. He bobbed her up and down on it as her fingers trailed in between her legs, rubbing small fast circles agaisnt her clit, feeling her thong soak to the point of being ruined. She let out a “gyuck gyuck gyuck” sound as she let her former teacher fuck her face like a filthy little slut in that dirty parking lot with her fiancé on the phone.

“Okay baby, well be careful! I’ll be home soon, hopefully you will be too. I can’t wait to see you! I know I’m a little bit drunk but…I just want you to know how much I love you!”

Leslie couldn’t respond. Nick had both hands on the back of her head, pushing her down so hard she was forced to arch her back and grab onto his thighs for balance. He let her go, panting again, the taste of Mr. F’s precum on her breath, as she let out a moan and started to stroke his cock hard and fast, reaching up to squeeze his swollen balls in his hand. Now it was Nick’s turn to stifle his moan.

“I love you too baby,” she purred at him, winking up at her teacher. “By the way, you’ll never guess who we ran into at the bar. Do you remember Mr. F? Our old English teacher at Northridge?”

She plunged his cock back down her throat, taking the entire length, Nick’s full balls resting agaisnt her chin. He had to focus to hold back his cum as Tommy answered.

“Oh yeah! No way! He was my favorite teacher! Tell him I said hi!”

She came up for air again, panting. Nick whispered “you filthy little slut,” down at her, causing her to giggle and place a finger at her lips to encourage his silence.

“Will do. And what’s even more exciting is that we are going to meet up tomorrow so he can help me prep for my job interviews. Gotta run baby! See you soon!”

Without waiting for a response, she hung up the phone, grabbed the back of Mr. F’s thighs, and forced his cock as far down his throat as she could, choking herself on it.

“Oh, we are meeting up tomorrow,” he told her, watching her eyes water, feeling the cum churning inside him, slowly rising through his long shaft. “I’m going to finally punish you for being such a filthy little cheating slut of a schoolgirl.” She just moaned in response, trying in vain to force more of his cock inside her.

“Oh fuck Leslie, I cant hold back any longer. I’m going to fucking cum. Fuckkkk…”

He expected to cum down her throat. He didn’t expect her to push herself off of his cock just as the first rope exploded out of him, furiously stroking his shiny, soaked, rock hard cock, letting it erupt all over her face, drenching her, splashing down in between her tits, ruining her face and dress.

As Nick’s heart rate began so slow back down, he couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. Leslie, his favorite student, drenched in his cum and dressed like a cheap little slut for him. But if he thought that was intense, he had no idea what awaited the both of them tomorrow.

Leslie looked up into the adoring eyes of her teacher, scooped some (but not all) of the cum that had soaked her face into her mouth, relishing the salty taste, before rising to her knees and readjusting her dress. She leaned in close and planted a wet kiss on his cheek. She reeked of his cum.

“Gotta run Mr. F, can’t leave my fiancé waiting.”

As she bounced away towards her car, she looked back at him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow for my detention.” She slapped her own hand down hard on her ass and blew him a kiss.

It was 4 in the afternoon now. Exactly when they had agreed to meet in his classroom. He wore what he would wear normally to teach: dark khaki pants, a black leather belt, a dark blue button up and a black tie. Suddenly, he heard a knock at his classroom door and a giggle.

“Come in,” he said.

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