It’s a weird feeling to sit in an empty classroom, especially a history class. I looked around at all the walls, the World War Two propaganda posters that the teacher had tacked up everywhere. They creeped me out.
But I guess it is my own fault that I’m there. Mr. Lawson wasn’t too happy with another failing grade on my test, but what did he expect? He’s just boring as fuck, of course I’m not going to listen.
He comes out of his office and looks at me. It’s weird, even though his black hair shows signs of greying, he doesn’t look old. He’s thin with a regular button down shirt and tie, having piercing blue eyes that look at me as I enter his office. He shuts the door behind us.
“Abby… We have to talk about your grades.” He sighs hard, clearly unimpressed with my test. “At this rate, you’re going to fail and you’re going to have to repeat the class.”
I look at him. “Fail? Fuck my mom will kill me…”
“Well maybe you should’ve studied harder.” He says and looks back at his desk.
I sigh and move my hair out of my face. The truth is… I’ve gotten pretty good at using my sexuality. As my ex described me, I’m a fiery red head, tall with a modest B cup breasts. As I look at Mr. Lawson I can’t help but form an idea in my head. Maybe I could get away with it. Hopefully, it was the last chance I had. God knows I wasn’t going to improve my grades before the end of the semester.
“Is there… Any way I could improve my grade?” I ask him and lean forward slightly, resting my hand on his knee. He looks up at me and pauses.
“Abby, what are you doing?”
“I’m… Making a proposal.” I say and sit up straight. “If I fuck you… You give me a passing grade.”
“You can’t be serious.” He says, his eyes wide though. I can tell he’s trying his hardest to not look at my body.
“Why wouldn’t I be? It’s win win.” I admit.
“It’s illegal.” He reminds me as I shrug.
“I’m eighteen.”
“I’m your teacher!”
As I put my hand back on his leg and start to rub, I can see his resistance wearing down. He wants me, I can see he wants me.
He swallows. “Abby, please… We can’t do this.”
“I say we can…” I stand up, no one in the class or even in the hallway as I take off my shirt. I can see him watching my body, watching my every move as I reach around back and take off my bra. When I take it off he stands up and kisses me feverently, feeling up my slender sides and squeezing my breasts. I rub his crotch, trying to get him as hard as I can.
He unbuttons my jeans as I take them off as well as my panties, showing my shaven pussy. I’m far from a virgin, but he will be the oldest guy I’ve slept with. I can feel his hand trail down my back as he squeezes my tight ass.
“What position do you want me in, sir?” I ask seductively.
“Bend over.” He smirks. I do as he says and bend over his desk, showing my tight wet pussy to him as he gets behind me. He starts with his fingers, probing my vagina an inch at a time with one finger, then slowly adding a second as he finger fucks me. I wasn’t expecting to enjoy it so much, but with each thrust he makes I get even more wet.
I don’t even see his cock before I feel the head of it rubbing up and down against my entrance. As far as I can tell it’s thick, thicker than anything I’ve ever had before. He’s not wearing a condom, but there’s no chance I can get pregnant anyways on the pill. Slowly his cockhead enters my body as I give an involuntary moan, loving every inch.
He grabs my hips and starts to thrust inside of me, his cock gliding in and out with ease thanks to my juices. I can feel my tits bounce as I groan, him just panting as he fucks me. His thick cock stretches out my tight pussy as I shut my eyes, getting into the rhythm of everything.
I’m jolted back up when he slaps my ass. I yelp out in pleasure, loving the slight twinge of pain that went with it as he reaches around to squeeze my breasts, using his thumb and forefinger to squeeze each nipple giving them both equal attention. “Fuck Abby you feel amazing.” He tells me and moans again as I just try to focus on the pleasure he’s bringing me. He reaches down to rub my swollen clit.
The attention he gives me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I intended to just fuck him so I could get a grade, but with every little touch I can feel my body exploding in pleasure, just from his thick cock and his masterful hands at work like he’s worshipping my body.
He picks up the pace, fucking me rougher as he groans. “Fuck I’m gunna cum.” He tells me as I just nod.
“Fill up my tight pussy! Fill me up! Fuck!” I groan as I’m hit with an orgasm. My pussy floods with juices on top of his cock, I’m not used to having orgasms just from being fucked, but this guy isn’t an amateur student like I’m used to. My pussy contracts as my legs are left shaking, but he’s still not done.
It takes a couple minutes before he follows me in his orgasm, shooting a load of hot cum inside of me as he pants, both of us left sweaty and out of breath as he takes his cock out of me, both of our mixed juices dripping out of me.
“Okay Abby… You passed.”
I smirk as he says that. Even if he hadn’t had passed me, would’ve been worth it for the orgasm he gave me. Maybe I have to start planning out when to have round two.
