you the teacher?”
“No.” I wouldn’t know what to do, much less lead someone else. Damn it, Jane. 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, Jane? 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. “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, Jane. 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 doctor tomorrow and get the birth control shot.”
“Yes, sir.” I nearly wilted in shocked relief. So that was it? This was some kind of tease? A test? What?
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. Mr. Parker 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?
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.
“Jane…” The sound of my name 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 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 interspersed with 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, Jane…” 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. Parker’s cock touching the back of my throat. I wondered how far I could deep-throat him as I breathed through my nose. I’d 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, Jane…that’s perfect,” he murmured, his hands
