Hot For Teacher

I had been sitting in the front of the class while you taught, making sure I got a seat front and center where you would have to practically fall over me. I came to your Stats class ready to cause a disturbance, dressed in what I figured would surely muddle your mind through the entire class period—a white blouse with no bra underneath, opened low to show cleavage, a thin red cardigan to disguise contemplatingthe fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra, the shortest red-plaid pleated school-girl skirt, white knee high nylons and white high-heeled shoes. You weren’t getting much teaching accomplished, mainly because you were having a hard time focusing while I alternated running my hand down inside my shirt, then sitting back in my chair with my legs open to expose the white cotton panties under my skirt. To make it even hotter for you I kept rubbing my hand up the length of my thigh, letting it disappear under the skirt.

By the end of your class you looked like you were sweating, and you beckoned for me to come to your desk as the other students filed out of the room. You pretended to be showing me something in the text book until the last student was gone. Then you casually strolled over to the door and locked it. I stood in front of your desk with a wide-legged stance, waiting for your instructions, sliding my hand up and down my inner thigh as you turned and approached me. You started rubbing your beard, looking me over with a distinct glint of mischief in your eyes. You walked towards me slowly, like you were contemplating what you wanted me to do next, slithering your eyes around the contours of my body.

“Turn around and lean over the desk,” you finally commanded, as you loosened your tie and unbuttoned your shirt.

I obeyed, leaning over the desk to comply, with my legs spread apart and my ass presented to you. I felt the heat of your body behind me, and then your hot hands slowly caressing up the length of my thighs under the skirt and all the way up to my ass. You slid your hands over the flesh of my cheeks feeling around then under the small piece of cotton material. You snaked your hands around to the front of my thighs, finding your way to my mound, as you pull my ass into your crotch. I felt the unmistakable protrusion of your stiffened dick grinding into me, as you continued to let your fingers explore inside my panties, finding your way inside my now swollen lips, stopping to brush over the fully engorged clit. My body had an immediate response as you shoved your finger inside, slowly pushing past the tight muscular wall and withdrawing with a deliberate cadence, causing a flood of wetness to start to flow.

I couldn’t help but moan out, feeling the heat and tension building between my thighs, but you pressed me into the desk and leaned over to whisper in my ear, telling me not to make any noise, or risk being punished. You slapped my ass, then ordered me to get on the desk, as you pulled back and waited for me to push myself onto the smooth, polished oak surface. I knocked whatever papers were there off onto the floor, scooting my ass back to the edge of the desk leaning my torso back on my elbows.

“What do you want me to do now teacher?” I purred, anticipating your next move.

You pulled my thighs apart, positioning yourself between them, unbuttoning the last buttons of my blouse to open it and expose the smooth cocoa skin of my breasts.

“You just lay here while I punish this hot pussy, but you better not make any noise, or I’ll have to punish you.”
You licked and sucked my neck, letting your tongue travel down to my stiffened nipples , taking turns on each of them, pulling them between your lips and dousing them with your hot tongue. Again my body responded, sending electrified jolts through my veins and causing the heat to build deep in my core. I felt myself getting wetter as my clit beat against the thin cotton material, begging to be touched. Your moist, hot lips draped around each nipple had my hips grinding into your hips harder, pushing me closer to an exciting climax with each lick. But before I could erupt, you started to kiss down the center of my body, tickling my skin with your beard.
Your head disappeared under my skirt, as you grabbed my thighs and placed your hot mouth over the crotch of my panties, sucking my clit right through the material. I almost screamed out, but remembered your order of being quiet. You stood up, ripping the cotton barrier off my hips and down my thighs and legs, revealing my enflamed labia. You grabbed my legs, kissing down one until your head was back under my pushed up skirt with your hot breath blowing on my excited clit. Your tongue touched me lightly, just enough to tease me, as you explored my lips, making sure to miss touching the protruding hood. The hot tongue toyed at the opening of my dripping slit, dabbing at it, licking over it, but not pushing inside. I was about to lose control and groan out loud, not able to withstand the sensation being driven into my pussy as you continued your tease. I leaned back on the desk, grabbing the sides for support to push my hips up into your face deeper, trying to force your tongue inside me, but you were in total control, lapping your tongue only where you decided to put it.

Finally, after driving me insane, you put your lips on my clit, kissing it gently, then licking and sucking it until I thought I would come out of my skin. Your touch was soft and gentle, bathing the sensitive area with the heat of your lips, building heat inside my pussy walls. Your tongue found its way back to my aching gateway, this time plunging inside, twirling in and out and feasting on the hot juices that were flowing around it. My body was in a frenzy, hot, writhing, aching for your tongue to slide in deeper. You licked and sucked and your tongue stroked until I couldn’t hold back the pressure that had built any longer, and I erupted into an orgasmic spasm, nearly suffocating you as my thighs pulled inward in response to the powerful waves of ecstasy. You pushed my thighs back apart and continued your assault, driving me to another orgasm.

I could barely breathe, as I gyrated my hips against your face, feeling your tongue fucking me and stroking me through the wetness. My body was on fire, and now dying to feel your dick sliding up in me in the same fashion as your talented tongue. You must have been having the same thought, because you let my thighs go, and started wrestling with your buckle, fumbling to get your pants open as your mouth continued to feast.

Before you could get your pants completely opened, we both were startled by a knock at your door. You stopped cold, spinning around to look at the tall shadow on the other side of the frosted glass door.

“Shit, somebody’s out there,” you grunted, grabbing at your clothes.

You quickly closed your pants back up, and motioned to me to get up, which I was already in the process of. The interloper knocked again, but you ignored the sound, pulling my body against yours and planting your lips on mine, allowing me to taste the flavor with a long, passionate kiss. I buttoned my blouse back up, while you retrieved my panties from the floor and handed them to me, holding on to them for a second.

“Next time, I’m going to punish this juicy pussy with my cock, so be ready for your next lesson after class. Whoever it was left, so you’d better hurry before somebody else comes along.”

You shoved your fingers back between my legs, rubbing over my swollen and abused clit.

“I can’t wait to get my hands on your hot ass again,” you growled.

I grinned, grabbed my bag and sashayed to the door, now thinking about my next after class session with your hot, probing cock between my pussy lips…