Let’s do a little role-playing… I’ll be the teacher. You need a better grade. You didn’t bother to study because you knew from the way my eyes linger on you in class that I want you, won’t be able to resist. You could come in for office hours…
You pull your shirt tight, and I can see you aren’t wearing a bra. Your nipples are hard, showing through the white fabric. Locking the door behind you, you saunter into the classroom, biting your lip, pouting, making sure I can see the hungry look in your eyes.
‘Professor,’ you say, crossing the classroom to stand by my desk. Close enough to me for me to feel how warm you are. Definitely closer than is appropriate for teacher and student. ‘I need to talk to you about my grade.’
Your voice is already husky, low, suggestive. I gulp nervously. I can’t help it. You’re my student, and I’m having thoughts I know I shouldn’t. ‘You’re failing my class,’ I say. ‘Your attendance has been spotty, you didn’t turn in the last three assignments, and you failed the final.’
‘I know, ‘ you reply, leaning back against my desk. ‘I’ve just been so busy. I haven’t been able to give your class the attention it deserves.’
My eyes are roving over your curves, lingering on the stiff nipples. I can just see the dark outline of areolas through the white. ‘I’m sorry to hear that. But you’re still failing. You will need to repeat it.’
You pull yourself back up onto my desk now, gently kicking your legs forward, just grazing my shins with your feet. ‘But, Professor,’ you say. ‘If I don’t pass, I’m not going to graduate with my classmates. I’ll have to repeat senior year.’ You’re pouting now, looking sad, vulnerable.
I sigh, but speak resolutely. ‘That’s unfortunate, but there are consequences for missing class. Your grade is your grade.’
You look positively hurt now. ‘But Professor, isn’t there anything I can do? Something for extra credit. I’m okay with… consequences… but I have to graduate on time.’
I purse my lips in thought, still scanning over your body. I say your name, trailing off…
‘I can show you what I’ve been doing when I’m not in class,’ you say. I’m about to respond, but you put your finger to my lips. ‘Shhh.’ That brief contact and the promise in your eyes does it. My guard drops, my restraint with it, and I feel my cock start to stiffen in my pants.
You slip from the desk down onto my lap, and the heat your thighs on my crotch excites my cock, and the blood rushes to it. I’m hard now and there’s no way you can’t feel the bulge pressing against you. It’s then that I realize you’re not wearing underwear, and your pussy is sending waves of heat to my groin.
You lean in and kiss me, your tongue probing my mouth with more eagerness and passion than I expected. We’re both breathing a little harder now as our lips press together, mouths exploring each other. You have one hand holding my head. The other slides down my abdomen until it reaches my dick, rock hard in my pants. Without looking you unzip my fly.
You pull out my cock, gently, then firm as you grip it, stroking. I let out an involuntary groan, enjoying the attention. You break the kiss, pulling back, and your lips stretch to a mischievous grin. You lean in, whispering, ‘You can use me however you want.’ Your breasts press against me as you slide slowly down my body.
You slide onto the floor, on your knees between my legs. Your head hovers near my cock, and with a final lustful look up at me, you open your mouth and inhale my stiff member. A wave of pleasure rushes through me, and I put my head back, my unfocused eyes on the ceiling as I relish the sensation.
You’re so good. Better than you have any right to be. I look back down at you and watch your head bobbing up and down my cock, slicking the shaft with your saliva. You suckle on the head, slide your tongue down the shaft, and then take my balls in your mouth. The heat that washes up my body as you suck my balls… the pleasure makes me groan, shudder. You stop sucking and take every inch into your mouth, deepthroating my dick. I feel another thrill watching it disappear as your head comes all the way, your nose in my pubic hair. You stop for a moment to catch your breath, smiling up at me, obviously delighting in giving me such pleasure.
Your expression turns to shock as I grab your head in both hands and pull your face back onto my cock. I grip your hair so tight it hurts, and I maneuver your head up and down as I start to pump my hips back and forth. I hear you take a large breath through your nose as you my cock hits the back of your throat and you make a staccato gagging sound. This only excites me more as I thrust into your mouth again and again. I am standing now as I fuck your face like a wet pussy. You tighten your lips, putting a little more pressure on the shaft and sucking off the tip each time I pull back.
‘That’s right you little slut,’ I say. ‘If you want a better grade, you’ve got to earn it.’ You meet my gaze and your excitement is plain. You like being used this way. I can tell.
I pump into your face a few more times before pushing all the way forward and hold, enjoying the pleasure of the aggressive deepthroat. I hold it there for long seconds until you finally gag, unable to take it any longer. I relent pulling out, letting you catch your breath.
‘Fuck,’ you say, the word coming out with a heavy pant. ‘Professor. Damn.’
‘Shut up,’ I growl, giving your face a firm slap. ‘Take off your shirt.’
‘Yes, Professor.’ You comply at once, opening your blouse and throwing it to the floor. You lean back to emphasize your impressive tits, and I drink in the sight of you, my cock growing even hotter.
‘Good girl,’ I say, giving you another good slap. Your cheek turns a little red. I pull you up onto your feet and lean in, kissing your neck and biting your ear as I play with your nipples. Then, without ceremony, I spin you around and bend you over my desk. I hike up your plaid skirt. Your ass looks amazing, and your pussy is so wet I can see it dripping. I run my hands roughly over your ass, enjoying the feel of your flesh. I spank you once, then harder, and a third time so hard it leaves a red handprint on the ass cheek.
‘Tell me you want it,’ I say.
‘I do,’ you reply. ‘I want it, Professor.’
‘How do you want it?’
‘Fuck my pussy. Fuck me now. Please.’
I smile and oblige, thrusting my stiff cock into your wet pussy. You let out a gasp as you feel every inch pass through your lips, filling you up. You’re so warm, so fucking wet; it feels amazing. I start pumping my hips, pushing into your pussy again and again. I speed up and thrust harder, and you let out a little moan each time my cock disappears into your folds.
‘Fuck,’ you say. ‘Yes. Fuck, yes. Harder!’
You don’t need to ask twice. I grip your hips tighter and ram my cock into your pussy, pulling your toward me as I push deeper and hold there a second longer each time I thrust. You let out another moan, louder now. Yes, I think. Fuck. You feel amazing. I’m close to cumming, but there’s still more I want to do. I pull out, wait, catch my breath as I admire your tight asshole. I sink down until it’s right in front of my face, and I slide my tongue in.
You gasp in surprise. My tongue probes, licking around the hole, then flicking into it. The feeling is new, naughty, and thrilling. I lick faster, tickling the rim as I revel in the taste. I love eating your ass. I feel the muscles loosen. Not all the way, but enough.
I stand back up and line up my cock. You know what’s coming and bite your lip, trying to ready yourself for it. My head presses against your asshole, and you feel it start to stretch it, straining your muscles. I press harder, pushing forward as the first inches disappear into your ass. You gasp. It hurts. It hurts, but you want it. I push. Slowly, but firmly. You can feel me stretching you out. It still hurts, but it’s getting easier, and you feel a rush of pleasure as my cock sinks deeper. With a final thrust, I’m all the way in; you can feel my pubes tickle the skin of your ass.
‘Yes,’ I say, groaning in gratification. You feel full, every inch up your ass. I hold there, but move my hips around, stretching you wider as gently as I can. Your muscles continue to loosen until finally the pleasure overwhelms the pain. It still hurts, but it feels so good now. You moan, and I pull back, sliding slowly out of you. You let out a breath as that full feeling fades. But the pain and pleasure return as I thrust back into you, faster, harder. Oh my God. Your ass feels incredible as it gives up, accepting my cock.
I grind my hips against you, then pull out again. Then I speed up, fucking your ass now. It gets easier, feels better with each thrust, and you cry out. I feel ecstasy as I ram you again and again, harder, hard enough that the desk scrapes a few inches across the floor.
I can’t take the sensation any longer. I’m going to cum. I can feel it. Fuck. I pull out quickly; I can feel my seed flowing up to the head. Just as my cock comes free, I start to cum. You can feel it, hot and sticky as it sprays across your back. Some of it flies up as high as your shoulder blades. It’s a lot; you can tell.
‘Fuck,’ I say. ‘Fuck…’ I’m breathing so hard; we both are. I’m stroking my dick as still more cum oozes out, coating your bare back. I feel incredible, satisfied as I didn’t know I could be. Fuck. You’re amazing. ‘You’re getting an A.’
You look back over your shoulder, and I can see a faint, happy smile on your flushed face. Fuck. Just… Fuck.
‘Um, Professor?’ But it’s not you speaking.
As one, our heads both snap around toward the door. We see my teaching assistant enter the room, locking the door behind him…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12oh7u8/you_need_a_better_grade_schoolgirl_fantasy_mf