Valley High School ((Closed for EndHits))

[Little_Red_Rose]

Here it was.

The great Valley High School.

I looked up, taking in the view of the giant building off in the distance. I didn't imagine it'd be that huge, with other buildings separated from it. I was told those were the gym and arts buildings. There was a great green hill that led to the entrance, with students lying on the soft grass, meeting up with old friends.

That must be so nice.

You see, my parents and I moved from town to town, city to city. A lot. I never really got the chance to really know or befriend anyone. This year was the start of something different. It's my last year of high school and I'm off to college. Which would be fantastic. No more moving around. I'd get to finally stay at one place for more than a year.

A soft breeze push some of long blonde hair and I made my way to the entrance and pushed the door open. I made my way to the office, hoping to get my schedule as soon as possible, so I could figure out just where my classes were even located. The attention I was getting around the halls was a bit unreal for me.

I never really dressed like other girls. In previous years, I'd simply wear baggy pants and tops. But I finally wanted to be noticed now and dressed more...attractively. My hour-glass shaped body came a lot more into view with my form fitting clothes. I have large DDD cup breasts that are encased perfectly in my white bra and tight pink top. My plump backside was complemented oh so much by the tight blue jeans. I could see the stares I was getting... and part of me enjoyed it.

Anyway, I got my schedule after a small line at the office and finally made my way to my history class. Room 293-02-E...

 

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Richard Rawlings had a hard time relating to women his own age. They were often cynical, often close-minded, and often unimpressed by his meager teacher's salary. Bar-hopping and internet dating had only been disappointments, but the hallways of Valley High were always filled with delicious seniors - most of whom would be leaving for college in less than a year. Rawlings' was still relatively young - 28 - and in pretty good shape, enough that he could occasionally hear the giggles' of schoolgirl fantasies in the backrow of his classroom. They wanted him as much as he wanted them and he taken advantage of this fact early on in his career.

But he had never seen anyone like the girl that had just walked into his classroom. It was hard not to drool. She had the perfect body, an hourglass figure that drove his imagination wild. Her breasts were practically falling out of her tight pink top and her hips led to down to a set of long, luscious legs. She was going to be trouble for him.

There wasn't a boy in the class who wasn't staring for a moment, but quickly Rawlings' turned their attention away. "Hello there," he said, rather sternly. "It's not very polite to be so late to your first class of the year. But I suppose we can forgive you."

He pointed to an empty seat in the first row. Students hated sitting in the first row. "You can take a seat. We're about twenty minutes into the lecture, so if you'd like to meet me in my office after school, I'd be happy to catch you up with the material."

He could barely take his eyes off her. He had to have her and had to figure out a way to point her in his direction. But for now, he had to keep up pretenses. "Anyway, I believe we were discussing the significance of labor unions in changing child labor laws..."

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

I couldn't believe that I managed to show up late on my first day of class. My history teacher Mr. Rawlings, I believe, looked at me sternly and directed me towards my seat. "Sorry sir, it won't happen again." I said in an almost timid voice, sitting down and opening my small schoolbag and took out my writing utensils and such. From the corner of my eye, I did notice the glances that I was getting. I guess that dressing in a more confident manner, with my tight top and all, had its advantages - already some of the boys behind me were offering to pass me notes and whatnot. I couldn't let this get to my head, however.

"Anyway, I believe we were discussing the significance of labor unions in changing child labor laws..." Mr. Rawlings went on, as I began to take down notes. I had to seriously catch up - it was my first day and already I was a bit behind.

 

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OOC: Since you said you preferred 1st person, I'm going to switch to that. The 3rd person just helped me develop the character.


IC:
I continued with the lecture effortlessly. I could spit out historical facts like they were sunflower seeds, but the curriculum hadn't changed in five years so the whole process of teaching had become incredibly boring to me. During class I would pass time by daydreaming about the beautiful young women spread throughout the classroom. But today there was only one on my mind...and she was sitting in the front row.

"Theodore Roosevelt was essential to removing the laws that allowed the robber barons to take advantage of workers' and their families'..." I continued pushing through the material, all the while fantasizing about peeling the clothes off the new student. Her body was made for pleasure - it should be seen, not hidden away. If it wasn't for all the regulations, I would've asked all the other students to leave the class room so that I could have some time alone with her. I could hear a few of the boys snickering in the back of the class room, clambering for her attention. She seemed almost oblivious.

"Mr. Barnes and Mr. Harris, I understand that our newest student is rather exciting, but I'd prefer you pay attention to me as opposed to her. If not, I'm sure the principal would love to have a little discussion with you in her office." The boys quickly quieted down, but it wasn't long before the bell rang and class was dismissed.

As the students poured out the door to the classroom, I held my hand up, placing it on the new student's shoulder. "I do hope you'll stop by my office after school, I wouldn't want you to fall behind in class. There's so much to go over."

 

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OOC: Thanks! I hope that writing in first person isn't that big of a deal for you though. :s

IC:

I sighed in relief - as my history teacher scolded some of the other students instead of me. Despite dressing as someone who wanted some attention, I really did feel somewhat uncomfortable with the prospect. I was a high achieving nerd, if any label should put on me. That said, I did not want to leave a negative impression on any of the faculty. Still, it was nice knowing that I could make friends here relatively easily.

Class now dismissed, I was well on my way out of the classroom before I felt a hand go over on my delicate shoulder - it was Mr. Rawlings.

"I do hope you'll stop by my office after school, I wouldn't want you to fall behind in class. There's so much to go over."

"I will Mr. Rawlings." I say, seeing him well in front of me. Earlier, I didn't exactly have a good look, considering that I wasn't wearing my usual glasses. But now, no longer having such a large distance between me and him, I could see that he was rather handsome compared to the past teachers that I've had. In fact, if his appearance was any indicator of age, I would be more inclined to guess Mr. Rawlings being an early college student rather than a teacher.

"Would 4 o'clock be okay?" I then ask, shyly as usual.

 

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I smiled warmly, hoping to lure her in with empathy. Four o' clock would be perfect, most of the other teachers' left between three and three-thirty and as such, we would have the school mostly to ourselves. I could hatch my plan and she would fall right into my lap - over and over and over. "That sounds wonderful. Although I don't believe I caught your name. I'll need it for attendance purposes."

I allowed my hand to drift down her bare arm - eventually falling to my side - but the motion was distinct enough to give an impression of my touch. I wanted desperately for her to want me. I wanted her to sit through the rest of her classes fantasizing about what would happen in my office. I wanted her to be so riled up that she would sneak away to the bathroom to rub her clit and think of my strong hands on her shoulder, my hot breath on her neck, and my eyes fixed on her beauty.

There was something about her. She was phenomenally beautiful, but behind her glasses was a mind churning, an intellect that had been her predominant trait...until recently. No doubt, she was trying to get attention by dressing so provocatively. And it worked. Any thought of the ethical repercussions of sleeping with a student had flown out of my mind years ago.

She would be mine.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

"That sounds wonderful. Although I don't believe I caught your name. I'll need it for attendance purposes."

"Oh I'm Amelia Myles. I'll see you later sir!" I said with a smile, as his hand went down my arm. His cool touch went over my soft, warm skin and was nearly electric - what with my heart racing. Did I already have a crush on him? No, it couldn't be - I mean, that's never happened before. His eyes did however entrance mine...almost pulling me directly to him. What could I say, to justify these emotions, other than he was incredibly handsome? I left in a huff, making my way to my next class.

Needless to say, I couldn't very well focus during my math class. It was strange, but I was already going over the things that I would say and the possible conversations that could occur during our meeting. I wasn't completely out of it during my classes, however. I still managed to talk to my fellow students and even answer some of the algebra equations going over in the board. However, I was anxious. "Come on Amerlia. He's your teacher!" I thought to myself, during the last ten minutes of school.

It was a strange feeling then, when I came to the silent hallway at 4 o'clock. Hardly a soul was in the grand high school, despite it not being all that late. Still, for all I knew, they were all in their offices. Following the hastily drawn map in my hands, I made my way to my history teacher's room.

"Here goes nothing" I thought as I gently knocked three times.

 

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I could barely make it through the rest of the my classes. My mind was consumed with thoughts of Amelia. She was so eager, so willing. I hoped that my subtle techniques at the end of the class had made an impression, but there was no way to tell. What I was about to do would put my entire career on the line, but for one night, one day, one moment with a girl as intoxicating as Amelia - it was worth it.

I sat in my office, which was rather small and cramped, but decorated with various posters and trinkets that espoused the 'importance of history in your life'. It was cheesy, but expected of someone in his position. Beneath his desk, I readied a tape recorder. I was man who knew what I wanted and would do just about anything to get it.

I heard the knocks and quickly responded, "Come in, Ms. Myles and close the door behind you, we wouldn't want any interruptions." As she entered, I was reminded of why I had hatched this plan to begin with. She was perfection, in possession of a body that she didn't even fathom the allure of. Just glancing at her was enough to stir an erection beneath my jeans.

"Feel free to take a seat," I offered her the chair directly in front of my desk. "Before we get started, I like to get to know my students...intimately." He emphasized the word just enough to keep it from being too blatant. "If I know what makes them tick, I can help them with their studies' even better. So tell me about yourself, Ms. Myles."

 

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"Sure thing Mr. Rawlings." I said, closing the door. As he offered me the seat in front of his desk, I couldn't help but wonder what we would go over. Certainly, I haven't missed too many classes that I would have to take up extra hours to catch up.

"Before we get started, I like to get to know my students...intimately. If I know what makes them tick, I can help them with their studies' even better. So tell me about yourself, Ms. Myles."

"Oh um..." I say - for a second, it felt as if there was more emphasis on intimately, which seemed a bit strange...at least for me. "Not much to say really. My parents are very much involved into business and as such, we tend to move a lot. I haven't been at one location for too long so every year I pretty much have to make friends anew. Sorry, that's just me complaining. I'm just an ordinary girl really. Except maybe nowhere near as sociable as others." I then add with a chuckle.

 

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I smile, the same warm smile as before, hoping to draw her in. "I can assure you Ms. Myles that you are no ordinary girl. And if the reaction of the boys in the class is any indication, you'll be very popular here." I was glad to hear that she was a transplant. She had been moving around her entire life and would probably move on after her senior year.

I grabbed a piece of paper off of my desk, "I grabbed a copy of your transcript from the office earlier today and I must say that is very impressive. You're a regular academic whiz, so I doubt we'll need to spend much time going over the material. But shall we begin?" I laid the textbook for the class in front of her and directly next to my trap - the answers to the mid-semester exam that was only two weeks away. The exam was required to graduate. I had no doubt that her eyes would drift.

The rest of their session went by rather uneventfully. We discussed the industrial revolution at length, particularly Teddy Roosevelt's roll. She was already knowledgable, no doubt a remnant of the education from her former school. I was partial to women with more than just a flawless body, but also I mind to match. Amelia was proving to be everything I could ever want.

As the meeting wound down, I finally asked my question. The one that would lead into everything that our relationship would become. I said sternly, "Ms. Myles, where were your eyes just drifting?"

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

"But shall we begin?"

I nod and respond "Sure, sounds good." with a smile as we begin to go over class material. I must say however that I was glad to hear a teacher take an interest in me so early on the school year. Academic performance was rather important, but so was getting a teacher to notice you. Not only could such a prospect help my grade, but also allow me to receive a few letters of recommendation should I choose to apply for a scholarship.

I assumed that my knowledge on history was proving to be useful - at least, considering the fact that I already knew much of what Mr. Rawlings was going on about. I could never understand why people had such trouble with beginner social sciences. Oh well, performing well would just serve to make me stand out from other students through grades.

My eyes did however, drift from time to time as we were talking. How was I not supposed to look? My curiosity would time and time again get the best of me, as I noticed something rather particular - the answers to the mid-semester exam. I didn't exactly read through the thing; just that my subconscious seemed to be fixed on knowing if my hunch was right. Unfortunately, it seemed that my teacher noticed:

"Ms. Myles, where were your eyes just drifting?"

"Oh um...nothing!" I say, trying to reassure him "Just curious over what's on your desk - it won't happen again."

 

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I become stern, a hint of anger in the bottom of my voice. "Ms. Myles, I'm disappointed in you. Those are very sensitive documents. Here I was praising your academic prowess..." I stand, placing both of my hands on my desk and leaning over. "...and this is how you return the favor? You're trying to cheat on my exam. The most important exam of the year. And I dedicated my afternoon to helping you catch up. Is this the way you make a first impression?"

I move out from behind the desk, pacing in the corner. I had caught her cheating on her first day of school. It wouldn't bode well for her reputation and the principal had been known to have zero tolerance policy for cheaters. At best she would be suspended. At worst she would be expelled. "Is this how you managed to keep your grades so high in every school you attended? You befriend a teacher and take advantage of their kindness? Well I won't have it. You understand me?"

Slowly, I press myself between her chair and the front of my desk - leaning back and resting on the edge. "Principal MacIntyre is a good friend of mine and he doesn't take cheating lightly. Last time a student did something like this, they ended up expelled for an entire quarter. It would be awfully hard to come back from something like that, don't you think?"

I lean forward, my face mere inches from her own. "So what are we going to do about this, Ms. Myles?"

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

Evidently my heart raced during this whole ordeal; I didn't even mean to look at the paper, and I didn't even completely read it! Glance, maybe. But I did not even observe it nearly long enough for it to constitute as cheating. However, I did not need to convince myself but rather Mr. Rawlings, who seemed eager to tell the principal otherwise. I did not utter a word as my history teacher gave out his speech - and now with him mere inches away from me, he looked me sternly in the eyes and said:

"So what are we going to do about this, Ms. Myles?"

I could only plead: "Mr. Rawlings, you have to believe me that I wasn't cheating! Please!" Of course, I was getting a bit emotional over this - after all, being suspended alone would cause me trouble in gaining a scholarship. "Please..."

 

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I begin to whisper in a hushed, seductive tone, without the authority ever leaving from my voice. "I guess the question becomes, how far are you willing to go, Ms. Myles? What can you offer me? I'm sure we can arrange something, because I wouldn't want to see a woman as beautiful as you be kicked out of school in her senior year." I wanted Amelia to understand who was in control...of the present and of her future.

Leaning up, I press my arms backwards, my hands laying flat across the desk. I'm not even trying to hide the erection resting just beneath my jeans. I glance down at it and than back to her. "I have to think that someone like you knows how to use her body to get what she wants. You certainly know to get a rise out people, don't you? You've certainly got a rise out of me."

I pause, keeping her waiting. There is a mixture of reluctance and wonder on her face. I'm past the point of no return. My job is on the line. But I have her in the palm of my hands. And soon she'll have me in the palm of hers.

"I would love to sweep this all under the rug. I can't think of any reason to tell the principal...as long as you're willing to do exactly what I ask of you. So, what do you say?" I glance down to my erection again. "You take care of your...handywork and I'll take care of you for the rest of the year."

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

That’s when it hit me - that is, what Mr. Rawlings seem to be implying. I was shocked, to see how open he was to his suggestions, moving about and showing me a great bulge growing from his pants. I eyed that and his eyes back and forth, as if in some sort of disbelief. “He couldn’t…” I thought to myself, though his emphasis on certain words as he spoke told me otherwise. He wanted to use me. And yet, in my current position, I wasn’t one to argue. I wanted to back out of his sort of deranged deal, but he knew well that doing so would only jeopardize my future. Who was the principal to believe; a teacher, or a new student?

"You take care of your...handywork and I'll take care of you for the rest of the year."

Wordlessly, my hand nervously reached out for that bulge in his pants. My anxious hands wrapped around the hard shaft, straining to be set free from its constraints. Meanwhile, I wasn’t exactly feeling comfortable about all of this, as it was the first time that I have touched a man in such a way. Mr. Rawlings looked at me, his stare practically telling me to continue, as my nervous hand slowly moved up and down the massive bulge, as it seemed to grow even harder.

 

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As Amelia reached out to touch me, I was slightly shocked that my plan had worked. Despite the way she was dressed, she was as naive as she seemed. Her hand moved delicately up and down my growing length, still hidden beneath the fabric of my pants. "That's right, Ms. Myles. You've made the right choice. As long as you do exactly as I ask, I believe this can be a mutually beneficial relationship."

I reach down and gently wrap my hand around her wrist, manually moving her hand along the outline of my engorged cock. "There's a lot more than history that I can teach you, Ms. Myles." My other hand moves through her perfect brown hair. "And not only will your grades go up, but you'll learn how to please a man and how to please yourself. I'll teach you how to be the perfect slut, my perfect slut. How does that sound?"

I groan a bit as she continues her reluctant ministrations, forcing my hips into her hands. "I want you to unbutton my jeans and wrap both of your lovely hands around my cock. And I want you to stroke it. But most importantly, Ms. Myles, I want you to like what you're doing."

 

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"And not only will your grades go up, but you'll learn how to please a man and how to please yourself. I'll teach you how to be the perfect slut, my perfect slut. How does that sound?"

I wasn't exactly fooled by his soft demeanor just now, and as my hands continued rubbing his bulge I was thinking of possible ways out of this. Certainly, I was not planning on becoming anyone's slut. My thoughts were however quickly pushed aside, as he moved more of himself onto my less than eager hand.

"Y-Yes sir." I nervously say, as my hands slowly began to undo his jeans...and out came his cock. It was absolutely enormous! Not that I have ever seen a cock before in front of my very eyes - but I definitely could tell that I was starting off with a lengthy member.

"Like this?" I asked, as both of my hands began to work on the shaft, moving up and down slowly. His sigh of approval was all that I really needed before going on, picking up the pace.

 

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The feel of her soft hands moving along the tight flesh of my cock was pure heaven. She was obviously inexperienced, struggling with keeping a defined rhythm, tugging soft-than-hard-than soft again within a few strokes - but the look of awe on her face was sexiest thing I had ever witnessed in my life. She really was inexperienced. She might even be a virgin. "Mmmm..." I moan in the back of my throat, just soft enough for her to hear, but to stay within the walls of the office. "That's perfect, Ms. Myles. Just concentrate on the rhythm of your hands. Can you feel my cock pulsing in your hand, Ms. Myles? Do you like it?"

I had always been a fan of dirty talk...a skill I would no doubt have to teach Amelia. She could be molded into anything. Her reluctance was evident, but soon should would learn to crave the moments like this. She would sit through all of her classes - waiting to feel my cock in her hand, in her mouth, in her sweet, little cunt.

There was a moment of sharp pleasure as her hands moved tight across the head of my cock. "The tip is the most sensitive part. Focus on that. But slow down or I'll cum before I've really enjoyed myself. And before you've really enjoyed yourself."

I looked down at her, still seated in the chair. "...and remember to always look in my eyes. You have the most beautiful eyes."

 

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"Can you feel my cock pulsing in your hand, Ms. Myles? Do you like it?"

"Y-Yes sir." I reply, as my hands continued their work. Truth be told that I was not enjoying this experience much, if at all given the circumstances. Still, I was simply amazed by the sheer size and just how hard it was. My fingertips always rested onto the surface of the shaft, that is until Mr. Rawlings directed me to do otherwise.

"The tip is the most sensitive part. Focus on that. But slow down or I'll cum before I've really enjoyed myself. And before you've really enjoyed yourself."

And so I did - though it was more uncharted territory for me, I did so very lightly. My pace also slowed down a notch; meanwhile, I couldn't help but wonder what he meant by enjoying myself. I looked at him in the eyes, my green eyes locked into his stare.

 

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Amelia could have hypnotized me with her stunning green eyes. It was hard to read her expression, but there was no doubt that she was confused - caught somewhere between curious lust and the feeling of being taken advantage of. Still her hands continued gliding along the outline of my cock, lightly tugging on the tip causing light groans to escape from my lips. Despite the fact that she had slowed down her approach, I could feel myself growing closer to climax. I knew I had to extend the moment.

"Mmmm...Ms. Myles, you are quite the natural. Are you sure you haven't done this before?" I smile at her, a devilish glint in my eye. "You know, you have a perfect body. A body made for moments like this. I'd love to see some more of it." I reach down and gently move my hand along the edge of your breast, cupping it lightly in the palm of my hand. "Why don't you show me those beautiful tits?"

My right hand moves back to my cock, stroking it lightly as I wait to see if she'll follow instructions. "Remember our deal, Ms. Myles. You do exactly as I say." My left hand begins to play with my balls as I lean back to watch.

 

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"You know, you have a perfect body. A body made for moments like this. I'd love to see some more of it."

At this point, I watched perhaps helplessly, as his hand reached for an ample breast, cupping it into the palm of his hand. My eyes left his own, eying his hand now that couldn't quite cover the entire surface of my bust. Quickly, as to not get scolded by him, I looked back to his face as he continued on: "Why don't you show me those beautiful tits?"

I hated myself for going along with this, as Mr. Rawlings was simply treating me as an object - an object made for his own sexual desires. But of course, he reassured me of how I'm stuck into this role as he stroked his cock. A soft sigh escaped my lips, as my hands found themselves on the bottom of my top, slowly pulling it off until I exposed my chest, hidden behind my bra.

With a nod of approval from him, my hands began to work on my bra - slowly undoing it until my heavy DDD cup breasts bounced in freedom. Weighed down from them, I instinctively try to cover myself up, but a stern look from Rawlings caused me to do otherwise.

 

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As Amelia's enormous breasts fell from her tight pink shirt, I sat in awe of her form. She was even more than I had dreamed, the soft skin of her breasts meeting with perfectly-sized aureolas, her hips forming an hourglass even without clothes on. It was a shame that I couldn't see beneath the fabric of her jeans, but I didn't want to scare her off. She was still nervous, I could see it in her demeanor. She was trying to hide her naked form from me.

But soon she would come to me willingly...

I continued stroking my cock, only inches away from her sumptuous face. I couldn't help but to stare at her breasts, longing to lean down and suckle on them. I wanted to hear her moan. I wanted her to share in my pleasure.

"Wonderful, Ms. Myles, you are doing phenomenally," I stroke a bit faster and continue to speak between moans. "Now, I want you to reach into your jeans and I want you to play with your pussy. Mmmm...doesn't that sound nice? I want you to rub your clit for me and I want to hear you moan."

 

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I couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy, having Mr. Rawlings eye me like that... Like a wolf would to its prey. Still, I wasn't in a position to say or do anything other than deal with it. Besides, this act alone paled in comparison to everything else, especially the following:

"Now, I want you to reach into your jeans and I want you to play with your pussy. Mmmm...doesn't that sound nice? I want you to rub your clit for me and I want to hear you moan."

Wordlessly, my hands slowly went to the button of my jeans. I think they shook, out of fear, though I was too preoccupied with that stare he was giving me to really observe my own actions. And so, I opened my pants up and reached down, rubbing myself between my thighs.

It obviously wasn't enough, judging from his stare - essentially telling me to go on. Two of my own fingers slid inside of my pink silk panties, going underneath the fabric and touched my trimmed region. This felt so incredibly dirty...

My fingertips touched and I cursed myself, having legitimately moaned right there in front of my history teacher, who was relentlessly stroking his own cock.

 

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Her slight moan was nearly enough to make me erupt at that very moment. Amelia was starting to understand. Slowing down my pace to avoid ending the moment too soon, I groan in the back of my throat. "Doesn't that feel good, Amelia? Doesn't it feel good to touch yourself in front of your teacher? Just imagine that those fingers - they were just touching my cock weren't they - imagine that it's me inside of you. Is that what you would like?"

I couldn't continue my deliberate pace. Soon my fist was moving up and down my cock faster than before. My other hand moved through my students' hair and it took my entire being to keep from pulling her mouth towards' my member. But I didn't want to scare her away. I wanted to ease her into this relationship. And it would be a relationship, lasting until she shipped away to college. "You're doing an amazing job, Ms. Myles. I'm going to cum soon, do you understand? And it will be because of you. Because of your beauty and your willingness to help me."

He could she that she was still holding back. "But before I do, I want you to bring yourself to orgasm. I want you to climax around the same fingers that were stroking this cock. And as you've learned...it's not good to lie to teacher." He was now panting between words, his breath shortened by the pleasure. "I promise that I won't cum until you do. Ladies first, as they say." He smiles, drips of pre-cum dripping onto the floor of his office.

 

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