Warnings: The book is written for your personal guilty pleasures and desires so if you don't like it just skip it.
Hope you enjoy....
Hannah's P.O.V .
My Name is Hannah Magurita Monre, and I've got this huge crush on my teacher I've always wanted Mr. Landon Patrick to take my virginity. It's like my long dream fantasy , I want my teacher to punch my V card I know this probably sounds cliche maybe like a novel or something but I don't really care.
All I desire is him all over me He's only a few years older than me, and definitely not skinny and awkward like all the guys my age are. No, he was all pure man.
While I see him every day for my Math class, I doubt he noticed me at all. I'm pretty much just one of his many students. One more young woman in an endless sea of long hair . I existed in an ocean of khaki and plaid, the school's overly conservative uniform. Underneath, I decide to wear nothing when I have his class.
Before his class, I always go to the ladies room and take off the bra. I loved the way my heavy cotton shirt rubbed against my sensitive nipples, and I hoped he'd notice the hard tips that ached for his touch.
He's definitely gorgeous and educated, his hard ass and broad shoulders makes my innocent body squirm. I didn't want to be innocent, not when I was around him. I wanted to be naughty, but I doubted he noticed me.
But I noticed him. Every inch of his well-muscled form.
Yeah, he was the one who I was going to give myself to. I had no idea how, but it was going to happen.
He's totally gorgeous with dark brown hair that was overly .He wore a tie as it is part of the teachers dress code ,the knot was always loose anyway as if he hadn't the time to get completely dressed give me a glimpse of his chest. I spend my days in most of his class fantasizing about all the ways and bad things he could do to me. Like tie me up with that long tie of his and turn me into a real woman.
"Ladies, I know it's the last day of classes before your big exams, so we're going to do a review on everything the final exam will cover." His deep voice made me shiver and I couldn't stop staring at the muscles in his neck. I wanted to taste him. Which was super weird, but I couldn't stop imagining kissing him...all over.
I wasn't worried about the final exam. This was the one class I actually pay attention in and always get an A in. How could I not stare at Mr. Landon for the entire hour?
He rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirts to write on the board, and I always had to go back and read what he wrote after. I couldn't stop staring at his hands." He's so dreamy , I sigh out .
I've spent the entire year watching him, and studying everything he does. The way he walks back and forth when lecturing. I study the veins in the back of his hand as he wrote on the board. I studied his mouth and wondered what his lips would feel like against mine and taste like"Damn it , am really screwed!
Just watching him teach in class gives me orgamns, wets panties and hard nipples.
His class is always the best part of my day. I even raise my hand to answer questions and always feel a sweet sensation when he smiled at me when I give the correct answer. I have this strong desire to always please him, which was another odd and weird sensation for me. I'm not one to care what one thinks of me nor people-pleaser. But for Me. Landon? Well, I'm not quite sure where I would draw the line, but I definitely want to find out.
With my journal in my hand, I started doodling about all the sexy, sweet and dangerous thought.
One fact is certain!
I'm definitely craving a Man's touch .
But not just any Man!
I don't want to be fucked by just some boy who has no clue what he's doing. I want a man, a real sensual man Mr. Landon.
Oh yes!"Call me naughty, just don't judge.
I shifted in my chair, trying to ease the strong ache in my pussy at the thought of him filling me up with his obviously huge strong cock. I want him to pop my cherry, to split me wide open. Am pretty sure is cock would be big and he'd properly fuck me right .
While he continued to talk about the need to find X in the equation all I could think about is his smooth velvety voice which only made my dark and carnal thoughts with wild fantasies, run wild.
His cock is the answer to my equation!
"Fuck me," I'd tell him, glancing at the desk just behind him.
Yes, that desk!
I've fantasized about that desk almost as much as I did him I was no longer the good student, but one who's been bad. He would lift up my palid short skirt and span my bare ass.
I'd be bent over his hard desk with my plaid uniform skirt with my bare ass . I'd have had to undo the top few buttons of my prim white shirt so he could see that I wasn't wearing a bra, my nipples tightening as they touched the cold wood as he spank my exposed pussy.
A shiver would run down my spine when his finger grazed my soft wet folds. I would feel the heat pool there, making the his hands slippery on my soft wet pussy lips.
"You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?" the familiar velvety voice would say. His breath would warm my neck as he leaned over me, dominating me. I'd squeeze my legs together to try and ease the growing ache, but it wouldn't work. The press of his hand against the lips of my pussy would have me crying out.
"You're wearing nothing." His voice would be a mix of shock and mischief but filled with dominance , and I would no doubt blush furiously as he reached around and grabbed my exposed breast pinching and teasing my nipples.
"Do you know what happens to girls when they're naughty?" he'd ask.
No"I moaned out.
They get real spanked"He'd say with his smooth velvet tone.
I moaned at the thought of him teaching me exactly how he liked it, of him dominating me, making me his. The mangled sound stirred me from my fantasy. I shifted in my seat again, trying to rub my thighs against my swollen clit.
Sometimes, I imagined that he stared, that his gaze traced the curve of my leg or lingered on my lips. I've long dreamed that he wanted me, masturbated in his shower thinking about taking me over his desk. I dreamed that he couldn't control himself when it came to me, that I was so beautiful, so perfect that he couldn't say no.
No imagination needed on my end. I definitely wouldn't say no.
Mr. Landon is ten years older than I was .
How do I know his real age ? yes, I stalked him like a sex deranged manica. Don't blame me a man of his age and Calibre has had years of experience that I could even only dream of.
The whole situation is hopeless. A man like him wanted a woman, not a girl like me. He would probably want a woman who's as experienced and worldly and didn't look like some kind of lost puppy with a leash around its neck. Feeling a bit saddened with that thought ,It made me sad because I couldn't be alluring and experienced unless I fucked someone else and the only one I wanted was him which might probably not happen.
I tried as best as I could to not think about it anymore, as I continued doodling about my crush on my journal.
"You're undressing our teacher with your eyes. Don't deny."My best friend Charlotte says teasingly
"Shut up". I quickly close down my book.
You know he's too old for you right"My Char says smirking, oh did I forget to mention she's aware of my strange crush on him.
I bit my bottom lip. That was exactly why he was so attractive; I got hot for an older man. I got hot for him and I quickly wrote my thoughts down.
Spilling my inner desires on the poor page. I'm pretty sure my journal is begging me to stop polluting her with my dark thoughts.
I hesitated writing the last word that popped into my mind . A red alert kept blaring at the back of my mind as I feel myself getting wet just thinking about writing a fucking four-letter word. It shouldn't have been a big deal - writing down the word "cock".
What was I getting so worked up over? My classmates reading the note? Or worse, Mr. Landon? It's a journal anyway , it won't do any harm.
COCK!
See, I could say the word in my mind over and over again. Why couldn't I just write the damn thing down?
Oh, God. My tongue definitely needs to be drowned in holy water.
"I bet he knows what to do with his cock." I quickly wrote it down. letting out a sigh of relief that I finally wrote the freaking word down.
"You're crazy girl , and that's one of the things I love about you but there's no way in hell he's going to fuck you hunny "she says tersely.
I pursed my lips. I don't want to admit it, but what she said stung, especially since next week all will be done and I may never see him again. It hurt because what Charlotte says is true.
There was no way someone as gorgeous, smart, and experienced as Landon would want anything to do with an eighteen-year old Catholic school girl whose only sexual experience was with her own hand. I really was a virgin in all aspects, and the cold, harsh truth started to sink in.
Damn!
His name even sounds sexy .
Landon!
My eyes suddenly noticed sudden movement in my direction my jaws nearly dropped to the floor when I saw Mr. Landon walking towards me. Was my deepest fantasy finally going to come true? Of course not. Before I knew it, he took my journal in my hands and skimmed through them.
Uh ohhhh
Holy Smokes!
Years of doodling about how sexy he is, and how I would like him to destroy my virgin pussy!
Oh. My. God.
He's seen them all!
My big , dark secret!
Oh dang it am screwed!.
I glanced at Charlotte and her cheeks were as red as mine. She hadn't been the one who'd written all those things in the book. But she definitely knows the contents which means she wasn't the one who was going to be in trouble.
I was!
This was the perfect time for the Earth to just open up and swallow me whole. This would be social suicide - my classmates finding out I wanted to fuck my teacher.
It would be like the world news!
Something I'll never live down.
I don't even want to begin think about what my parents would say or do when they learn about this dark part of me.
I closed my eyes and waited for him to read it aloud like he usually did when he caught us passing notes during class.
Holding my breath, I looked up at him through my lashes.
His dark eyes were pinned to mine as he read the note. "You're up for tonight's party" he said, his voice loud for all to hear as he walked back to the front of the room.
I whipped my head up when those words came out of his mouth. Surprised and Shocked He read it, knew the truth and didn't give me away?
Why the hell not?
Strange and weird!
I was safe from my classmates, but not from him. The way he looked at me curiously was a dead giveaway. I couldn't read him though, and it was freaking me out and exciting at the same time. He knew how much I wanted him now. He knew! But he looked emotionless. Was he disgusted or infuriated? Was he even shocked, or was this a common occurrence with his students? Would he send me to the principal's office? Did he think the note was a joke? Or worse? Did he think it was real and just had absolutely no interest?
Oh Crap!
He raised his brow, and the blush that surfaced on my cheeks was automatic. Thankfully, the bell rang, and I stood up rushing out. I was damn almost free from further humiliation until I heard my name being called.
"Hannah" said that ever-familiar voice that haunted my imagination. When my friend stopped to stand beside me, he added, "You can go ahead, Charlotte I just want to have a word with your friend."
The rest of my classmates filed out of the room and Charlotte followed suit. When it was finally just the two of us, I clasped my hands together and waited for the same old lecture and sermon. I wanted to hug myself. No good could come out of my teacher reading a journal basically saying I want him to fuck me.
Having dirty thought Ain't a crime right?
He crossed his arms over his broad chest. "I want you right here, tomorrow one hour after school."
I didn't want to overthink more than what I was already doing, but the way he looked at me made it seem that I had nothing to worry about. Instead, I had everything to worry about. I waited for him to say something more and watched as his eyes trailed from my ankle socks, up to my plaid skirt to my white blouse, then finally met my surprised gaze.
Did he know I was wet for him? Could he see me squirming from his scrutiny?
I never got the answer to that.
As he stretched out his hand extending my journal back to me . I could feel my hands trembling as I reached and grabbed my book rushing out.
" you didn't answer me," he said.
"Oh , Yes," I replied, starting toward the door.
"Yes, sir," he added with authority and dominance , something I've always imagined he had and I stopped in my tracks.
A shiver coursed through me at the deep tone of his voice.
I glanced back, saw that he was waiting for me to repeat it.
"Yes, sir," I whispered, finding saying those two words really fucking hot. Yes, I wanted him to be my teacher in more than just Math.
Mr Landon's P.O.V.
Holy shit!
Sweet Hannah!
She's the kind of girl every other female mostly hated because of her popularity and also wanted to be like and the one guys wanted fuck. I balled my hand into a fist when I felt my blood start to boil. Just the thought of boys her age wanting to fuck her made me want to break or punch something. I got riled every time I heard about a senior party, about all the cute boys they'd met.
There was just something about her, more than just that cute sweet face and sexy figure. She's sweet and confident at the same time. Also friendly, but never let anyone walk all over her. Both the way she acted and looked made her seem older, more mature, than she actually was. It's a sin for an eighteen-year-old to look that sexy.
Okay, I know, I know.
It's a sin for a teacher to lust after his own student. But she technically isn't my student any longer. Yes, she's young as fuck, but the good thing is she's legal and she's definitely going to be mine.
From the first day she'd sat down in my class with that her little uniform skirt had slid up her smooth pale thighs. I've tried to behave, to ignore her, but then she'd started watching me, her eyes burning into me every damn day. She wanted. And even if she was too young, too innocent to recognize what she was feeling, I knew. I knew and I was going to be the one to give it to her.
I'd decided then and there she would be mine. I'd just had to bide my time all year until she was no longer my student.
Fuck, I'd assumed she might probably be a virgin still, but reading her journal had confirmed it. She wanted me to be her first and I was going to do that for her. Every one of her firsts. I'd be the only one who touched her. The only one whose cock made that mouth open wide. The only one whose cock breached that tight little ass. The one who'd take her cherry. Her pussy, her ass, she was mine. Every innocent inch of her.
I turned around, without saying anything more, and walked back to the main building, up the stairs to my classroom to wait.
For Hannah To make her mine. Finally.
Just thinking about her and her journal was enough to make my dick jerk against my pants. I placed the back of my hand firmly against my dick. Thank fucking God the school building was completely empty. What I wanted to do to her was just for me. I would be the only one who'd see her body, the only one to hear her sounds. I'd take her how I've always wanted, where I wanted, including my favorite fantasy, bent over my desk.
On it with her legs spread apart.
On the floor. Under the table so she was kneeling between my legs, sucking me off as I sat in my chair. Against the cabinets.
The school supplies littering around would be a nice touch - that ruler to spank her.
She's a virgin, I reminded myself.
We'd have time for the wilder stuff later on. For now, even just thinking about traditional sex with her was enough to make me come in my pants. I tipped my head sideways and looked at the clock just above the doorframe. She'd be here any minute now, but my dick couldn't wait any longer. I'd been rubbing at it for a few minutes now. A few more strokes and I'd make a mess and I didn't want my cum anywhere but in Jane.
I couldn't fucking help it. Everywhere and anywhere I looked in the classroom, I was thinking of what I'd do to her.
There was a light knock on the door.
"Come in," I called.
The door opened and in came Hannah.
With the summer sun high above in the sky outside, her cheeks were flushed and Rosy from the heat. Though I couldn't help but notice they turned redder when she met my eyes. Her eyes - they were hesitant and expectant at the same time. She knew what was going to happen, but at the same time, she wouldn't know what to do.
I smiled at the thought. I would teach her everything and anything she needed to know, and I'd take my time. The longer the wait, the sweeter the fruit, and the expression couldn't be any more apt than with Jane.
She stayed rooted in her place, waiting for me to tell her what to do. Yes, I would be her teacher once again. I'd fallen in love with her over the last year, listening to her joke with friends, straining to hear her laughter. She's always nice to her classmates and never harsh nor catty with the other students. She's extremely classy, beautiful and extremely intelligent which makes me want to corrupt her.
She's definitely mine, she just didn't know it yet.
"Close the door. Luv And turn the lock."
Hannah's P.O.V.
Feeling a bit excited and quiet nervous as to what to expect next .
I did as I was told. I shut the door, pressed the lock, and with every second that ticked away I felt more and more nervous and excited at the same time. Today is probably the day that is going to mark history, the day I'm going to lose my virginity to my dream fantasy. Just thinking about him made me wet, and I squeezed my thighs together when I felt my inner walls clench in anticipation. So dreams do come true how I've fantasized about this very moment so many times. Since that first day he entered class and introduced himself as our teacher, all I wanted was for him to take me.
When I heard the click of the door, I held my breath and waited for him to give his next instruction.
No one could see us in this room. I was alone with Mr. Landon.
I didn't know why, but I liked the feeling of being told what to do, especially coming from him. He emitts a strong and more powerful aura when he orders me around, and I loved the secure feeling that it gave me. With him dominating me, I felt like I mattered, like he cared. I knew next to nothing about sex, even though I talked a big game and had watched loads of porn. When it came to the real thing, I needed someone to guide me and I was so happy it was going to be Him.
As he leaned against the desk, he stared at me,I immediately felt a surge of heat run through my veins with that stare. His eyes roamed my body, from my face to my legs, and I worried when he tipped his lips down into a frown.
Suddenly, the air around me felt hotter. I was literally just in a plaid skirt and panties away from being taken. I wanted this, didn't I?
I did, I mentally reaffirmed myself.
But I didn't know what to do! What if I didn't please him? He has had women, real women-not girls like me-what if I wasn't appealing to him with my shy ways?
Before I could back out, he pushed off the desk and moved closer to me.
"You've been a bad girl, Hannah," he said, my name rolling off his tongue. "Passing the time by doodling dirty thoughts..." I looked away, my nerves getting the best of me. My pussy wasn't cooperating either. My muscles contracting and relaxing again and again. "And writing about losing your virginity instead of listening to your exam review."
Slowly, he shook his head from side to side and I felt my stomach plummet.
Have I disappointed him?
"You want someone to take that pussy of yours for the first time?"
I bit my bottom lip at his question and managed to squeak out a tiny word "no".
"I didn't hear you, Jane."
"No?" He stopped moving and I found my courage.
Now or never.
"No. I don't want just anyone to take my pussy." I licked my lips and stared at his. "I want you."
He was so close to me, just a foot or two away, and I could see just a ghost of a smirk on his full lips. "You want me to take your sweet pussy?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?" I glanced up and saw his dark eyes were dilated and focused totally and completely on me. I was a virgin, but I'd had guys look at me like that before. He wants me as much as I wanted him too.
"Yes, sir. I want you to take my pussy," I said, a little more confidently than last time.
There's no going back now!
I froze up when I felt his hand graze my thigh at the hem of my uniform skirt. I held my breath as he brushed a little higher, then stopped.
"I need to teach you a lesson first," he said. Just like that, he moved away from me.
I whimpered, wondering what he was going to do. My heart beat frantically and I bit my lip as I watched him walk over to his desk and open his drawer. He took a ruler out and started to slap the end of it against the palm of his hand. Every sharp snap of noise made my pussy clench. By the time he turned back around to face me, I was shaking so badly I could barely stand. I'd heard the term weak in the knees, but never understood... until now.
"There," he pointed to the desk, then looked at me with those dark, piercing eyes. He'd never once looked at me like this in class. I gulped at the intensity of it. "Bad girls who break school rules need to be taught a lesson."
Internally, I was jumping for joy amidst the nerves. I realized I didn't need to worry so much. I needed to stop overthinking. I didn't need to worry about him regretting his decision and walking away. If he didn't want to have sex, he would've told me asked me to leave. Hell, if he didn't want me, he wouldn't have ordered me to be here today, now, exactly one hour after school.
Yet here he was, and showing a different, sexier, and wilder side of him the students would never ever see. Only me.
"Are you going to spank me?" I asked, walking to the desk.
When he just stood there, I realized he was waiting. Putting my hands on the cool wood, I bent my torso over the desk.
He didn't waste any more time and walked to my side.
"Bad girls get spanked on the bare. Lift the uniform, please."
Oh my god.
Reaching back, I slowly lifted the hem of my plaid skirt, shimmying my hips as I did so that it rested up about my waist.
I turned my head and saw that he was just staring at my bare pussy his jaw clenched.
"No panties, Hannah. You're such a bad girl"He says,I could feel the cool air on my bare skin, and knew he could see everything.
The ruler came down with a crack and I startled. The searing heat of it had me gasping.
"Drifting in the class and not concentrating is not allowed."
He swung the ruler again. I hissed out a breath as it struck a new spot.
"What do you say to that,?" he asked, striking again.
The sting was sharp and hot, but not overly painful. In fact, it only made me wetter. He had to be able to see the effects the spanking was having on me.
He dropped the ruler onto the desk with a clatter.
This time, when he spanked me, it was with his bare hard hand.
I gasped.
"Hannah?"
"No, sir. I mean, yes, sir." I didn't know how I was to answer him. I'd forgotten what the question was as his palm stroked over my heated flesh.
"Do you like being over my desk like this? Punished by your teacher, you bad girl?"
"Yes, sir," I said. That was the truth and he knew it. I wouldn't be here otherwise. He wouldn't be spanking me otherwise.
"Do you like the idea that anyone might come in and see just how naughty you are?"
I hadn't thought about anyone else, only him I squirmed on the desk, nervous all of a sudden.
"Mr. Landon...." I began, but I was cut off when his finger slid over my slick folds, then started to circle around my clit. He started out slowly at first, the feeling building up inside me, until he started to pick up his pace. "Please finger me," I moaned and begged. "Please, sir." I wanted him inside me.
"Patience," he said, never stopping the movements of his finger." Just leave it to me."
I closed my eyes and nodded my head, as he leaned forward, his chest against my back. We were now both bent over the desk. "Before you know it, I'll have my dick in you, pushing in and out and feeling everything inside you. But finger you? What a naughty idea. The first thing you'll feel in that virgin pussy will be my cock." To make his point, he ground his pants against my tender ass, all the while his finger pleasured my clit.
My moans grew louder as he continued to rub against me. I could feel the build-up inside me, like something great was about to happen.
I kept mouthing out "more", and he never once stopped moving his finger. My clit was swollen and sensitive beneath his attentions, my pussy lonely. It had never felt like this when I touched myself. I wanted more.
"Fuck me, please," I begged, when the feeling was getting too much to handle for a virgin like me.
"What did I say about patience, darling?" he said, his free hand coming down on my bottom, the sting mixing with my need. He sounded both serious and teasing at the same time. "I'm in charge. This is my classroom, isn't it?"
I nodded my head.
"Are you the teacher?"
"No." I wouldn't know what to do, much less lead someone else. Damn it" I internally reprimanded myself.
"That's right," he ran a hand up and down the back of my bare thigh, making me shudder. "Because I'm your teacher."
"Yes, sir." The reply came naturally to my lips.
We were going to have sex - I just needed to wait. We'd get there, but I wanted it now. The heat in my pussy was just too much, and I felt like I was going to lose it.
"Good," he said, continuing to rub his fingers against me as he leaned forward so I could see his face. "Are you sure you want this? For me to take your virginity? Once we start, there's no backing out. You'll be mine."
Mine.
I nodded my head against the desk a little quickly. "Yes." I said it again but louder this time. "Yes, sir."
"Perfect. Are you on birth control?"
He stopped when I shook my head. "No. I brought a condom."
He spanked me again. "You're mine. And I want to take you bare. I want to feel everything when my cock is buried balls deep inside you."
I whimpered at the idea of his cock entering me, skin against skin as he broke through that tight barrier. But I was also afraid. I wasn't ready for a baby. I wasn't ready for this.
His finger moved to the entrance of my pussy, circled it. "We're not having sex today. And we're not having sex with a condom. Ever. I don't want anything between us," he began. "You're going to the get some birth control tomorrow"He says.
"Yes, sir." I nearly wilted in shocked relief. So that was it? This was some kind of tease?
His finger moved away and he stepped back. I waited in place for a moment, then pushed up away from the desk. When I spun to face him, his eyes dropped to the apex of my thighs and I quickly pushed my uniform skirt back down before tugging at my panties.
"Those come off."
I glanced up at him as I was working them up, then gulped, changing direction. I slid them over one foot, then the other, placing them in the hand he held out.
I was achy and needy and so damn horny as I watched him tuck them into his pants pocket. My bottom stung from his punishment. I felt... chastised and I definitely learned one lesson. He was not going to let me get away with anything. I also learned that not coming was more of a consequence than a spanking.
There was a hint of disappointment stirring inside me. So we weren't having sex today? Was he mad I wasn't prepared, that I'd told him we'd use a condom?
Damn it all!
But all my insecurities and questions flew out the window when he said, "There are other ways we can pleasure ourselves for now...so, so many more ways."
The sexy smirk on his face both unnerved and excited me.
Going around the desk, he pulled back his chair, sat down.
"I'll take your virgin mouth first, young lady."
He crooked his finger and as I came around the desk to join him, he undid his belt buckle. When I stood between his parted knees-him at my front and the desk behind me-his palm came up to cradle my cheek again, and I couldn't help but nuzzle it closer to him. His hand felt warm and rough, the hands of a man, and it made me feel protected.
A large part of me was nervous at what was about to happen. I'd watched enough porn to know he'd fill and fuck my mouth.
Slowly, I dropped to my knees before him.
"I've dreamed of you being right here. Open my pants."
I did as instructed as he continued to talk.
"I imagined you beneath my desk, your mouth on me, sucking the cum from my balls."
I moaned at the thought of doing that to him as the other girls sat at their desks and took their final exams. I wouldn't have a written test. My grade would come from oral work.
There was that smile on his face - the mixture of a grin and a smirk - but his eyes looked softly at me. I didn't need to worry and overthink so much. Just with the look he gave me, I knew no harm was going to come to me.
Hesitantly, my hands began unzipping his pants and my eyes stared at the thick bulge beneath. He didn't wear underwear.
I became lost in the Esctasy of the moment until I was pulled out by the sound of my name which brought me back to reality. "Are you alright?"
I blinked my eyes once and then twice and then looked up at the man before me through my lashes. My pussy was throbbing. I wanted - needed - to feel more, but we weren't having sex today. I couldn't believe I thought we were going to have sex with condoms. He was way more experienced than I could ever imagine, and I still couldn't believe he wanted to have sex with me. Just that thought made me feel hornier, if that was even still possible.
"Tell me what to do," was all I said, and his eyes softened all the more.
"Of course," came his response, and then, he squeezed my hand before he put it over the open zipper. "You're going to learn how to suck my cock like a good girl, aren't you?"He says patting my hair.
He breathed heavily when my hand started to rub up and down, and then, he took his cock out of his pants. I could only stare for a few seconds as I nodded my head. This was the first time I'd ever seen one in real life, but damn, his cock was huge, even for porn standards. He didn't notice my shell-shocked expression, or if he did, he ignored it. Instead, he wound my fingers around his length and started to move my hand up and down. Up and down.
I licked my lips. "Yes, sir."
"You can start with your hands before you use your mouth," he advised, words slow and soft groans of pleasure.
With a slow nod, I continued to move my hand up and down the length of his dick before my mouth hovered just above the tip. I planted soft, quick kisses on his head and it caught me by surprise when it jerked every time I kissed and sucked slowly. I quickly felt more confident and started to take more of him into my mouth, deeper and deeper until I moved my hand away. The groan he elicited was music to my ears. He sounded like he was doing his best to keep quiet, but he just couldn't do it.
"Yes, Yes Yes..." He said to me as his head fell backwards and his eyes remained closed. "That mouth of yours... you definitely know how to use it. I thought you were a good girl."
I didn't feel like a good girl. I was on my knees in my classroom with the broad head of Mr. Patrick's cock touching the base of my throat. I wondered how far I could deep-throat him as I breathed through my nose. I make gagging noises from time to time, but he didn't seem turned off. It actually turned him on even more, if his hands taking fistfuls of my hair was any indication.
"Yes,that's perfect," he murmured, his hands guiding the movements of my head, up and down his dick. "You're fucking perfect."
Before I knew what was happening, I felt his dick twitch inside my mouth and then a flood of his cum overpowered me. Salty. It tasted like him. I froze on the spot as it flooded my mouth.
"Swallow it."'
I did automatically, again and again to get it all down. When the flood stopped, I moved my head back and I could see some cum dripping off the tip of his still hard length. I quickly lapped it up and made sure nothing was left. When my eyes lifted to his, I could see he was staring intently at me. He looked well sated.
"Shit, Damn girl," he began. "You were amazing."
Kneeling before him, I felt small. While I knew I'd pleased him, I worried I didn't compare to all the other women and their experience. "You're just saying that to make me feel better" I say
"No, I'm not." He shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine. "You followed my directions, and fuck...you swallowed while your mouth was still around my dick. Virgin or not, you're very rare.
I didn't know how to reply to that. For a virgin like me, his words felt like I'd just won the Olympics. I'd been scared and nervous the whole time. I hadn't wanted to disappoint him-I still didn't- and it was amazing to know I had pleased him. I could breathe now.
"And this was just you sucking me off." His face was a cross between exalted and confused. "I'm sure fucking your pussy will be amazing."
I'll be getting some birth control pills tomorrow " I say to him , besides I'm eighteen and didn't have to worry about the gossips telling my mom I was getting birth control. She probably wouldn't even care if I was being sexually active. Maybe, she'd be even proud that I was being safe.
"I can't wait," he said, taking a piece of paper from his drawer and scribbling something on it. "Here's my address. Meet me at my place tomorrow evening. I'll cook us dinner."
All I could do was nod, but deep inside me, the butterflies were aflutter in my stomach.
"Wear your uniform, but no panties."
Just another nod again.
"I'll check."
And with that, I stood up and headed for the door. "And Hannah?" I turned my head to look at him, just as I had the last day of class. This time, I knew he wanted me. I had a belly full of his cum to prove it.
"Don't touch yourself. That pussy belongs to me. I didn't let you come on purpose. A spanking isn't the only punishment I'll give you if you're naughty. If you come on your own, I'll know."
My inner walls clenched as I wondered how I'd be able to make it until tomorrow night.