Category: gonewildstories

For as long as I can remember I’ve had a thing for authority. Something about a man exuding power over me makes me more turned on than anything else. However the profession that makes my underwear soak the most are – Teachers.
Whether they are teachers or professors it doesn’t matter but I have dreamed of being punished for being a naughty student almost nightly for the last few years and I want to share some of these dreams with you all.
There is one teacher in particular that stars regularly in these fantasies. Mr Oliver and one day my fantasy became a reality.
Mr Oliver taught me biology during my A-Levels and it quickly became my favourite subject (although one I struggled on when it came to exams because I spent all my time staring at the man). He was early 30’s, over 6ft tall and looked classically Scandinavian – Blonde hair and Blue eyes. Many times I got lost in those eyes. I’d describe him as looking similar to Chris Hemsworth in Thor but blonde. He dressed smartly everyday in trousers that made his bum look mouth-wateringly amazing and at the end of the day when his shirt became untucked you could catch glimpses of his toned stomach as he taught us so passionately.
He must have known that I’d fancied him. I hardly kept it a secret throughout the school year, my attire became more and more daring. The beauty of having such large breasts is that every outfit looks more revealing than intended. I particularly enjoyed wearing low cut tops and leaning forward against the desk as he spoke or when I was brave enough going braless and letting my hard nipples poke through the fabric. I don’t know if he ever stopped and stared but plenty of my male classmates did.
I understand that the following story will sound somewhat cliche to those au fait with the typical teacher/student fantasy but there’s a reason why the stereotype is so popular.
Now both unintentionally and somewhat intentionally I was failing biology and I needed to pass. I wouldn’t be able to go to the university I wanted if I didn’t do well in it.
We had half-termly meetings with all of our teachers to discuss our progress throughout the academic year and I figured if I ever had an opportunity to make my ultimate fantasy come true, now was the time.
My appointment time to meet with Mr Oliver was directly after my last class of the day. At my school the students in Sixth Form could have lessons until 5pm and by that time of the day the majority of the other students and staff had already left for the evening. So I knew we’d most likely be all alone.
I nervously knocked on the classroom door and he beckoned me in. His broad smile made me instantly feel at ease. He perched his perfect ass on one of the desks and I hopped onto one opposite so the meeting could begin. Now I’m not going to bore you with all of the biology-based musings of our conversation but he explained to me that I was failing and I was failing badly.
He started talking to me about what I could do to improve my grade but none of them sounded all that easy. I wanted to do something simple, something I’m good at and I knew just the thing. So whilst leaning forward a bit pushing my chest up I said “Are you sure there isn’t something I could do right now to pass?”. I bravely put my hand on his thigh and squeezed lightly. He spluttered and tried to stand up saying “What are you doing?!”. I sank to my knees and moved my hands towards his belt and began to undo it. Before I could realise what I was saying out tumbled “I’m going to show you how badly I want to pass Sir”.
I completely undid his belt and began to work on the buttons on his trousers. I roughly pulled his trousers down and could see him straining against his underwear. I lightly ran my hand over his bulge and looked up at him, biting my lip slightly. I saw him run his hand through his hair nervously and stare at the ceiling. I asked “Do you want me to stop, Sir?” batting my eyelashes at him.
I gently pulled down his underwear and let it fall down to meet his trousers around his ankles. I internally gasped when I saw his cock, it was just as perfect as he was, an average length but dear god it was thick. At that moment in time I remember thinking how on earth it was going to fit in my mouth, but I was past the point of no return.
I took his swollen length in my hand and stroked it painfully slowly, he moaned something under his breath. I could feel him throb in my hand and the head glistened with pre-cum. Just as slowly as I had been stroking I started to lick up and down the sides of his rock hard cock looking into his eyes as I moved. I engulfed that thick head into my warm wet mouth and began to move up and down, taking more and more of it as I went. I felt his breathing quicken. I sucked deeper and deeper until I couldn’t take anymore, it made me gag and my eyes water. I pulled up leaving strings of saliva from my mouth to his cock and smiled at him.
I went to move back towards that delicious cock but he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me to standing. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it properly” he growled at me. He turned me around and bent me over one of the desks. He roughly grabbed at me and told me to spread my legs. Now at this point I was soaking wet and the wet patch in my panties would have been glaringly obvious. He had a strong hand pushing on my back pinning me against the desk and with the other hand he flipped up my skirt revealing my aching pussy beneath.
I felt him rub his thumb against my clit and I gasped loudly. He stopped abruptly telling me I had to be quiet. He then pulled my panties to the side and he could feel my wetness on his fingers. I whispered quietly between panting breaths “please touch me”.
He grabbed a handful of my hair in a fist and pulled me back to standing whispering in my ear “you’d love for me to touch you huh? Of course you fucking would, you slut. But this isn’t about you so get back on your knees and use that pretty little mouth of yours”.
He didn’t have to tell me twice.
I got back on my knees at a lightning speed and opened my mouth eagerly, sucking harder and faster than I had done previously. He grabbed a fist-full of my hair and began guiding me deeper and deeper onto his cock. He was moaning quietly and muttering fuck under his breath but I could tell he wanted to be so much louder. That turned me on even more.
He began to face-fuck me and soon the room was filled with the sounds off gagging and choking. I never normally allow a guy to do this to me but he could have done whatever he wanted to and more. I could tell he was getting closer as he couldn’t keep still and his breathing was getting more and more erratic.
I pulled him out of my mouth and stroked his cock hard and fast. His moans were so fucking hot, I was desperate for his cum. He groaned loudly and grabbed my shoulder as he came, spreading his hot load all over my face. I could feel spurt after spurt shoot on me. Hitting me on my forehead, nose, cheeks and chin. I heard him chuckle and I looked up at him and laughed back.
He stood there recovering, watching me collect all of his cum off of my face, bring it to my mouth and suck on my fingers. It tasted amazing, I wanted more.
He began to get dressed again and I stood up not knowing what to say. After all, I had just given my teacher a blow-job in return for a good grade.
Seconds passed but it felt longer. I decided to break the silence and said “How was that?” At the same time he said “that was great”. We both laughed again.
I wasn’t sure what else to do so I awkwardly turned to leave. He stopped me before I could and placed a soft kiss on my lips. It felt electric. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and said “you’ve definitely passed, but if you want that A you’re going to have to do more than that”. I swear my knees buckled from underneath me and I fucking flooded my panties at the thought of this happening again.