THE TEACHER

Mr. Bell was easily the most attractive teacher at the school. He was tall, dark and handsome and had a face that looked like it was carved by angels. Kacie was failing his class but only his class. She thought she did well on her exam today, and she eagerly waited for her results back. She had studied all through her eighteenth birthday for this test and was very proud of herself. Mr. Bell walked by everyone's desks and handed their papers back to them. Kacie excitedly picked hers up but was disappointed to find she had failed, again. There was a note stuck to her paper saying: "See me after class" Kacie huffed, it was the last lesson of the day, and she had to stay behind and get a bollocking off her teacher. The bell rang and Kacie didn't bother to stand up. She watched as everyone packed their things and left. Leaving only her and Mr Bell in the classroom. "Bring your paper to me, Kacie" Mr Bell called. She lifted from her chair and grabbed her paper from the desk taking it to him. He didn't take his eyes off the paper he was correcting until she was at his desk. As he turned to look at her, he couldn't help but get an erection. Her long black hair was down to her breasts. Her uniform fit her so perfectly with a skirt that was up too high, exposing her bare legs and thighs. She looked at him so innocently and a little pre-c*m spilled in his pants. "What happened here?" He asked her while shuffling on his chair uncomfortably. "I'm so sorry, Sir. I tried my best, I really did," she told him. "It isn't good enough, Kacie. You've failed my class", he told her. Tears formed in her eyes. "Sir, please don't fail me. I'll do anything, absolutely anything you want me too", she cried. "Choose your words carefully, Kacie. Anything can mean anything" he told her. Rising from his seat, he stalked over to the windows closing the blinds. Kacie looked intently at him. What could he mean? "I understand, Sir," She told him, after considering her words. "So, you mean to tell me you'd do anything?" He asked her as he walked back over to her desk. "I would, Sir", She told him as she wiped her eyes. "What if I asked you to remove your clothes?" He asked her and a sly smile formed at his mouth. "Then I will remove my clothes, sir" She spoke back carefully. Redness filled her cheeks. "Would you?" He asked. "I would, Sir" She nodded. "Over a grade?" He asked her. "It's important to me Sir," she replied and broke eye contact. His erect d**k was pressed aggressively against the belt of his pants. "And what if I wanted to f**k you, on this table?" He questioned, smiling as she blushed. Her underwear was now soaked with her cream. "I will do as you say, sir", she said. A groan left his throat as she seemed willing to do anything he asked. "Would you mind if I did this?" He said, and he grabbed the top of her skirt and pulled her towards him, lifting her skirt up je stroked between the folds of her p***y. "You're dripping wet" he told her and she blushed harder. "Do you like that?" He asked her, and she moaned a "Yes, sir" He un-buckled his belt and removed his pants and boxers. Kacie stared longingly at his rock-hard member. "Take it in your mouth" he told her, and she bent to her knees, opened her mouth wide and began to suck him. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and began to control her head movements on his c**k. Kacie struggled for breath but kept sucking until he removed her mouth from his c**k, letting her have a few seconds to breathe. "Lick up and down the shaft Kacie" and she did what she was told. Kacie never thought a c**k would taste so nice and here she was enjoying being deep throated by Mr Bell. He stuck his throbbing shaft back inside her mouth and kept hitting the back of her throat until he released his seed down her throat. "Swallow it all, Kacie". He told her, and she did. Still gripping Kacie's hair tightly, he pulled her up from her knees and bent her over his desk. He folded her skirt over her back to get a clear view of her perfectly peachy round ass. He admired the way her thong covered her intimate areas. He brushed his hand softly against her warm cheeks, and slapped her across them. A little moan left Kacie's mouth as he repeated his actions until his hand print burned red into her flesh. "You enjoyed that, didn't you," he asked her. "Yes, I did, Sir" She moaned out seductively. He pulled her thong down, and it fell to her ankles. She stepped out of it, and he picked it up, he brought it to his nose and inhaled her scent. Kacie, watching him as he did. Started dripping from her wet p***y. He saw her dribbling and pressed his finger into her slit. Kacie moaned at his touch and he covered her mouth with his free hand. She was still bent over the table, and he spread her legs further apart, sliding two fingers into her hole. Kacie moaned louder and his touch. He got closer, fingering her hole until she moaned loudly and vibrated against his hand. She came all over his hand and he licked her fingers clean. He turned her around and placed her on top of his desk. Her ass hanging off, her p***y in the air dribbling with her juices. He spread her legs again as wide as they could go and buried his face in her soaking-wet hot p***y. She moaned loudly. He tongue-f****d her p***y-hole while she was squirming underneath him. She let out a loud gasp, and he slowly licked between her folds to her clit. His tongue flicked her clit and she exploded her juices into his mouth and he reveled in her juice, enjoying her sweet cream taste. She barely had time to recover before he picked her up from the table and stood her up right. "Strip," he told her as he pulled her panties from the table and began to sniff them. She moaned as she watched him do this and slowly started taking off her clothes. . She started with her blazer, removing it as seductively as she could. Then she began to unbutton her white-collared shirt, she danced a little with her hips, imagining she was dancing to the beat of a tune. His c**k throbbed and suddenly, watching Kacie strip-dance, he was hard again. He brought his hand to his c**k and gripped it. Slowly massaging himself as he watched Kacie. Kacie became wet again as she watched him. Forgetting what she was doing, she carried on watching him. Her clit felt like it was on fire watching him play with himself. "Carry on, Kacie" he told her, and she snapped back to reality. She was only wearing her bra and skirt now. She couldn't decide which one to take off first but settled on her bra. She unclipped the hooks at the back and with a little dance, she let her large t**s spill out of it, throwing her bra to the ground. She massaged her breasts as they had been trapped in her bra for too long. Still watching Mr Bell masterbate, she slowly pulled her tiny skirt down and stepped out of it. She gave him a little twirl, so he could see the back view as well as the front, but when she turned around, she was face to face with him. She gasped as his hands were placed on her hips and then moved to her ass and thighs. Lifting her up he placed her down on the table. Her body begged for his large erect c**k, and she couldn't help but moan on him. "Are you ready for my c**k, Kacie?" He asked her. "Oh yes sir" She replied with a loud moan. He re-positioned her on the edge of the table so that her legs were dangling over it and her ass and p***y were hanging off. "Beg for it, Kacie", he told her as he rubbed his c**k against her lips, teasing her. "Please, Mr Bell, give it to me" She begged, and a little puddle of juice dripped onto the floor. He pushed her over the table, pulled her ass further back and pushed his raging-c**k inside her. She moaned loudly, almost screaming. He reached round her and held his hand over her mouth to muffle her loud moans and pumped in and out of her slowly at first, so she could get used to his length, but her body begged for more. "Faster" She, muffled between his fingers, but she knew what she wanted. He pushed deeper inside her and started thrusting in and out of her at a faster pace. Kacie begged for more, her legs trying to spread wider for him, but she was already spread out as wide as she could go. Seeing this, he pushed even more of his c**k inside her. Her body jolted, and another loud moan escaped her. She could feel his large erection soothing the walls of her p***y. She was in a trance. The feeling of him inside her was a feeling she never wanted to go away. She never wanted it to stop. Her moans roared from deep within her, and they were very loud even though his hand was covering her mouth. She was close to cumming again. The tip of his c**k was slipping against her g-spot, the sensation of him sliding between her walls was thrilling and as he built up more speed, his balls slapped against her clit, sending her body into an over-drive. She screamed loudly as she came all over his throbbing shaft. He pulled out-of her and spilled his seed on her back. The hot sticky sensation shocked her, but she came to enjoy the warmth.