I remember the first time i saw him like it was yesterday. First day of high school, walking through the halls completely lost, until i stumble upon Mr.P. Tall, strong, perfectly groomed facial hair and and a very tight yet classy outfit. I asked him where room 203 was and he directed me. Ever since that day, I’ve been obsessed.
Flash forward 4 years. I’m 18 years old and it’s my last month of high school. I’ve spent countless classes daydreaming of all things I want Mr.P to do to me, but that’s it. Whenever he did talk to me id get so nervous and wouldn’t know what to say. But I was running out of time, and I had to start thinking of plan to get him alone before I went off to college in the fall.
Luckily, he was my English teacher, so I gathered the courage one day to go up to him after class, and ask if it was possible to get some extra help preparing for our exam. He agreed, and told me to meet him in his office after school the following day. The rest of the day I was incredibly anxious and scared. What if he turned me down? What if we get caught? I tried hard to stuff these thoughts to the back of my head and focus on being confident and sexy.
As soon as I woke up the next morning I was already nervous, but I put my game face on. I put on my best makeup, curled my hair, and wore my sexiest black thong and bra underneath my school uniform. 9:00, 10:00, every time the clock ticked a minute closer to 3:00 my stomach twisted into more knots. 3 periods and a lunch break later, the last bell of the day rang. Game time.
I gathered my things and walked as confidently as I could to Mr.P’s office. I softly knocked on his door 3 times, a pause went by and he opened it up. He looked good today. He was wearing a tight light blue button up shirt with a black tie, fitted dark blue dress pants, and expensive looking dress shoes. “Hey! Come on in,” he greeted me, stepping aside as i walked, sitting on the chair across from his desk. “So let’s get started. What specifically are you struggling with?” he asked. ‘Not ripping your clothes off right here right now’ I thought to myself.
For the next 10 minutes i pretended to ask questions about things i already knew, until i heard the shuffling of kids outside get quieter and quieter. He was sitting very close to me, and i could smell his cologne and occasionally feel his arm brush against mine. The more I thought about him on top of me, the less nervous I got and the more horny I became. I couldn’t pretend anymore. I closed my notebook and slid my glasses off my face. “I’m sorry sir, but I should probably tell you the real reason why I’m here”. He looked at me, confused. “For the past four years, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I see you in the halls and I just get so nervous, and i daydream about all the things i wanna do to you during class and…”.
He moved his chair away “whoa whoa, hold on..” but I grabbed his tie and pulled him in closer. I whispered in his ear, “and i know you want it too”. A few moments passed, and he pushed me away and shot up, storming towards the door. I immediately felt embarrassed. What had I just done? He stood at the door for what felt like an hour, but instead of leaving, I heard the lock click. My heart started beating fast. He turned around to face me, a strong look of lust in his eyes, he ran his fingers through his hair, loosened his tie and walked back over to me grabbing me by the neck and pulling me up to kiss me.
He kissed me hard, pushing me up against the wall. He kissed my neck and ripped my shirt off, followed by bra, and his mouth found my nipples, making me moan with pleasure. He picked me up, sitting me down on the edge of his desk. His hands slid under my kilt, removing my black thong. I felt his warm, wet tongue trace the insides of my thigh, then on my pussy, which was already wet from the excitement. He teased my clit with the tip of his tongue and ate my pussy like he had been wanting to for all these years. I ran my hands through his hair and tried so hard not to scream out how good it felt. He didn’t stop till i was shaking, grabbing my neck once more telling me to get on the ground.
He sat on the chair i was kneeling in front of and my hand immediately found the zipper of his pants. His cock was huge and hard, just like i had dreamt. I slowly ran my tongue from the bottom the top, swirling it around the tip and taking him to the back of my throat. I looked up at him, with his cock in my mouth and gave him some good, sloppy wet head, choking on him till my eyes watered. The whole time i couldn’t stop thinking about how bad i wanted him to fuck me. He picked me up again, laying me down on his desk. I was still wearing my uniform kilt and thigh high white socks, which i loved. He spit on his hand and rubbed my throbbing pussy so that it was dripping. “Please fuck me” i whispered. I wanted it so bad, and he was good at teasing.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, teasing my clit with the tip of his cock. “Yes sir, so bad” i replied. He teased my pussy some more until i felt him slide into me. “You’re so fucking tight” he said, thrusting slowly. I let out soft moans, but i wanted to yell, because it just felt so fucking good. He gradually got faster and faster, moving me into different positions, stopping to lick my pussy some more. He fucked me hard for a good 40 minutes, until I came on his dick and he came in my mouth. We were left hot, sweaty and breathless, in the middle of his office, my school uniform strewn throughout the room.
He put on his pants and socks, collected my uniform and gave it back to me. He sat at his desk and got out a sticky note and a pen. I put myself back together and we both got up, walking back to door. He stepped in front of the door, handing me the note. There was a phone number written on it. “That’s my number” he said. “Text me. We’re doing this again.”