A girl is failing math, and is desperate to do anything to fix it. She goes to speak to her older, sexy math teacher about it, the same one she's been fantasizing about in class all semester instead of paying attention, to beg him to give her another chance.
I stepped out into the hallway, just trying not to get bumped into the lockers as I swam upstream against the flow. It didn't help matters any that I was so short, and couldn't see what was coming ahead of me until it was already right in my face; for crying out loud, at just under five feet tall, even most of the freshmen were taller than me! Suddenly there were a pair of Junior girls in front of me, their flared hips swaying sexily in their uniform skirts, laughing and paying no attention to what was in front of them as they walked shoulder to shoulder down the hall. They saw me at the last possible second and tried to make room, but they could no more dictate the traffic around them than I could. I twisted to the side, holding my bag low against my leg, trying to make myself as small as possible—but I still ended up with my perky little boobs squished uncomfortably against the one girl's arm as she passed, the other one not-quite fondling my ass, steadying herself with her hand as she twisted to scoot around behind me.
I sighed, wishing that was the first time that had ever happened to me—wishing that it was even just the first time it had happened to me that day! But that was life as a tiny little girl in a stupidly overcrowded school. And it was even worse than usual, the Friday only a week before end of year exams started, with everyone so anxious to get out into the bright summer sun.
I turned back straight and took a step, only to face-plant right into a tall, solid chest.
“Whoa! Hey there, Yaz. Where are you headed in such a rush? Isn't your locker still down in the science hallway?” the chest asked, and as I looked up, and further up, I let out a sigh of relief.
“Bry!” I smiled warmly. Bryan was a sweetie—we'd actually dated, briefly, back in sophomore year; it was apparently thanks to me that he'd finally realized girls lacked the little something he truly needed, between our thighs. So... yay me, I guess, for helping him figure that out? It was a shame, honestly; Bry had a really nice cock, even if it had been such a struggle for him to get it up for me the few times we'd tried! “Math hallway, Mr. H.'s room... think you could help?”
“For you, anything,” he gave me a saucy wink, making me laugh. “Grab my belt and stay close. Don't let go 'til we're there.” He turned around and I did as he said, letting him tug me along behind him like an icebreaker towing a dinghy, through the halls, up the stairs, and into the math hallway up on the second floor. We arrived minutes before I otherwise would have without his help, before Mr. H. had a chance to leave without me speaking to him. I put my hand on Bryan's chest, stretching up onto my toes, and he chuckled, bending down so I could give him a kiss on his cheek by way of thanks. He waved as he walked back out into the crowd, quickly thinning now, and I knocked on the open wooden door, taking a step inside.
“Mr. H.?” I asked. “I was wondering if I could speak to you about my grade?”
He made me wait a moment without raising his gaze, holding up a finger as he finished whatever he was doing in the big, spiral-bound grade book on his desk. The school made all the teachers do their grades on the computer, but Mr. H. was notorious for complaining about the program they had to use, and he always did his grades first by hand, using nothing but his own worn-down old calculator. He closed his book and turned to face me, and as always my breath caught in my chest a little as I looked into his eyes, even from all the way across the room by the door. He was so, so sexy! Maybe forty-five, I estimated, with little bits of grey peaking through here and there in his dark black hair, and more of it in his close, neatly-kept beard. He was built, too—he coached varsity football, and he used to play college ball himself, but unlike most retired athletes he'd really kept himself in shape. More than anything though, it was those eyes of his that drew me in—such a deep, startling blue! I swear, they always made me wet just looking at them! If it hadn't been for his eyes, maybe it wouldn't have been such a struggle for me to pay attention to what he'd actually been trying to teach me all semester in class.
“Yasmin...” he wryly smirked. God, those lips, too! “I thought you might be coming by. Come on in.”
“Please, I...” I asked, hurrying across to him, standing nervously at the side of his desk. “Is there anything I can do? Extra credit, or something? My mom's going to kill me if I fail this class! I'll do anything!”
“Anything... except pay attention in class, do your homework, and study, you mean,” he smirked again, not unkindly, and shook his head. “I don't believe in giving extra credit work, Yasmin. It isn't fair to the other students. I warned you all at the start of the semester; I don't give out grades, students earn them. I understand that yours may not be the one you want, or even need, but it is the one you've earned. You've had all semester to do something about it, and it's far too late to complain about it now.”
“Please, Mr. H., you don't understand!” he challengingly quirked his eyebrow, and I swallowed nervously, changing tacks. “I'll do anything, anything at all! I don't need to do well... I just need to pass! Even if I could just raise it a little, so I'd have a chance of the final pulling it the rest of the way up. Or if you could not count my course work at all, and just let me have whatever grade I get on the final stand as my grade for the course overall? I can prove I really was trying, and I really have learned the material! Even if I was a little bit slower than the others, and didn't have a handle on it all yet to show it on the tests throughout the semester... I really do know it now! Really, I do! Please, Mr. H.! I'll do anything, if you'll just give me another chance!”
He leaned back in his chair, looking me in my eyes. I would not cry, dang it! I wouldn't! Even if I could feel the tears brimming, and I had to quickly rub at my eye before one of the treacherous things could fall.
“Here's some free advice, Yasmin, from somebody who's been around a fair bit longer than you... I suggest you take it to heart,” he said, sighing heavily and slowly shaking his head. “Pretty little teenage girls should never offer to do 'anything' for what they want. Sooner or later, they'll always find a guy willing to take them up on it.”
My eyes widened at his words. Had he really just implied what I thought he did? He couldn't have, surely not! But... maybe? I wasn't certain. He hadn't come right out and said it—but of course he couldn't, he had to cover himself, in case I took it wrong and tried to get him in trouble. And did he really think I was pretty? My heart was all aflutter, beating so hard I could hardly hear myself think!
“And... what if a girl was okay with that?” I whispered mousily, almost too quiet for him to hear, even in the near-silence that now filled his room after the hallway had mostly emptied, nervously chewing my lip. I couldn't, I shouldn't... but in for a penny, in for a pound; at this point, what did I have to lose? “What if she was more than just okay with it? What if the main reason her grades were so low in the first place, is that she was too busy fantasizing about him when she was supposed to be paying attention in class?”
“If that was true...” he said, his eyes widening slightly at my almost-admission, suddenly glittering at me in a way they never had before. “Then before anything else, I suppose that girl would need to offer me some sort of proof that she was really serious.” He glanced away, just a tiny flicker of motion towards his open classroom door. I understood what he meant.
I turned, walking slowly, putting just the tiniest bit of extra sway into my narrow little hips. I couldn't overdo it, couldn't make it look like I was trying too hard—just enough to make sure he would look. I reached the door, swallowing nervously. I could still leave, could still pretend like neither of us had said anything. Nothing had actually happened, not yet... I paused with my hand on the knob, looking out into the hall. No one was outside. No one had even walked past. No one knew I was there.
I closed the door. And I turned the latch on the lock.
I turned back around, and the look in those deep blue eyes took my breath away completely this time, making me lose a step. It was... ferocious. Predatory. I suddenly felt like a little lost lamb... but still I stepped forward, one foot in front of the other, my hips swaying just that extra little bit...
Into the lair of the wolf.
He'd turned in his chair to face me, while my back had been turned. But he wasn't moving. For all I could tell, he wasn't even breathing. It was only his eyes, looking me up and down. I stepped slowly closer, right up in front of him, my knees nearly touching his as I set aside my bag. This next part was hard, and I swallowed to gather my nerve. He was the adult, the teacher... and despite what anyone else may have thought about it, if they'd known what was about to happen, I knew he was a good man. He wouldn't make the first move; it had to be me, I had to initiate it, so there could be no doubt that this was what I wanted.
I knelt down slowly, my naked knees below the hem of my skirt coming to rest on the cool classroom tile. I reached out, placing my hands on his, gently spreading them apart. He let me move him, but did nothing else. I stroked his thighs, licking my lips, moving slightly closer to him. Still he made no move to resist, gave no sign of encouragement. I moved my hands inwards... and gasped, my eyes widening at what I felt waiting for me there, glancing up into his.
“More than you were expecting, cutie?” he grinned wickedly, and all I could do was nod. Like he hadn't known! If I was feeling what I thought I was feeling, that was more than any girl would have expected! He chuckled, quietly so we wouldn't be heard, gently running his hand through my soft, wavy caramel hair. He didn't say it, but I understood; that gesture was universal boy for 'don't stop now!'.
I left his belt alone for the moment, going for the zipper on his slacks. I had to fight with it a little—those things had never been designed to be undone while the person wearing them was still sitting down! But I eventually got it done, and slowly slipped my tiny little fingers in through the gap, nervously chewing my lip as I stared up into his eyes. He was so hot, even through the fabric of his underwear! I hunted around, searching for the gap in front... there! I gasped, my first touch of him so hot, so soft against my fingertips! I reached in further, closing my fingers around him, gently easing him out. My God... he was huge! I trembled at the sight, unable to stop myself. He wasn't hard yet, or there'd have been no chance in hell I'd ever have been able to get him out the way I had. Even mostly soft still, he had to be a good eight inches, and nearly as big around as my wrist!
I realized I'd been staring at it, and forced myself to look him back in his eyes again. Again he remained silent—but at least he grinned at me this time, a wicked, hungry thing that set my insides to quivering! I brought up my second hand, holding him one above the other and still with some left over, gently starting to stroke him, licking my lips as I worked up my nerve. I leaned in slowly, keeping my eyes wide open and staring into his as I softly kissed his tip.
He moaned then, more to encourage me I thought, not in response to anything I'd actually done to him yet. I smiled shyly to myself... I could change that! I kissed him again, a little more firmly this time, opening my lips just a touch. Then again, and again, each time just a little more intently, allowing just a fraction more of him between my lips. I started using my tongue, pressing against him, flicking up and down against the slit in his tip. His hand tightened reflexively in my hair, and this time I could tell, the moan he made was a hundred percent genuine! I giggled proudly at earning his response, smiling up at him as I finally allowed his head fully inside of my mouth, and eagerly started to suck.
He was firming up quickly now, growing even longer and thicker as he did, stretching my jaw. I could barely even manage his head, maybe half an inch more; there was no way I'd ever be able to deep throat him the way a cock like his deserved! But I did everything I could, sucking hard and swirling around his crown with my tongue, wanting to make it good for him, desperate to prove my worth! I kept slowly stroking him with one hand, the other reaching back into his pants again, finding his big, hot balls and easing them out as well. And once I saw them... I just couldn't help myself! I popped my lips off his head and dove further down, sucking those huge, heavy orbs one after the other deeply into my mouth! They tasted amazing! So sweaty and hot! Which sounds disgusting, I know.., but they really weren't, not even a little! He moaned again, even louder than before, and I giggled happily around the fullness in my mouth, loving how I was making him feel. He was fully hard now, and I held him against me with my hand, measuring and stroking him against my face as I continued sucking his balls. A full ten inches, he had to be... I removed my mouth from his balls, regretfully backing away just a little... and I slapped him against my face! I did it hard, gasping at the solid, meaty thump of his cock striking my skin! But I loved it! I'd been such a naughty little girl, not paying enough attention in his class! I loved being punished by that huge, amazing cock!
“On your feet, you little slut!” he growled, standing quickly, pulling me up by my hair. I whimpered as he moved me roughly to the side of his desk, trying to do what he wanted, but not quick enough to avoid a bit of pain as he impatiently manhandled me into place. I gasped as he bent me over, holding me down with a hand between my shoulder blades, quickly flipping my skirt up onto my back. I allowed my eyes to drift closed in anticipatory pleasure, biting my lip and slowly, seductively shimmying my hips.
He spanked me, hard, my eyes shooting open with my yelp of surprise and pain!
“Such cute little panties... and such a lovely, spankable little ass!” he growled. Thank God I'd decided to wear some of my pretty ones today, a soft, pale pink decorated with little white stars. I'd never imagined anything like this might happen—but now that it was, I was so, so glad I could look my best for him! Before I knew it his thick, strong fingers were slipping in under the band, yanking them down to my knees. I trembled in fear at what I knew had to be coming next, that huge, thick cock stretching my tiny, trim little lips... but I spread my legs for him even so, as much as the restraining band of my panties would allow. He rubbed himself slowly up and down my lips, making me moan, coating his head with the hot, slippery juices of my arousal. But instead of pushing in, he suddenly spanked me again, and again! It was a good thing the hallway outside was empty now, the thick, cinder block walls designed to dampen the sound of an entire classroom of rambunctious teens! I tried to clamp down on it, but every time he struck me I couldn't help but squeal, reflexively trying to escape! He was having none of that, grabbing my wrists and pinning them at my lower back, holding me tightly down to his desk as he turned my entire, cute little ass a burning shade of pink!
He left me panting as I felt him leaning down behind me, and I gasped as he kissed me directly between my folds, his hot, questing tongue penetrating me deeply, squirming around, opening me up.
“And such a delicious, creamy little pussy, too!” he purred, backing away and standing again, as I felt the incredible, swollen firmness of his cockhead taking the place of his tongue once more. “But that will have to wait for some other time... right now, this tiny little teenaged cunt is about to take Daddy's cock!”
My eyes widened in shock! That he was calling himself 'Daddy', that he would use that dirtiest, most forbidden of words to describe my special, private place... I wasn't sure what to say, but it didn't matter anyways—he started to push, his amazing, unbelievable thickness stretching me so much more than any boy ever had before... robbing me of words, robbing me even of breath itself!
It felt like he was tearing me apart... but I knew, in some distant part of my mind, that he was actually being careful with me, taking his time. He was just so thick, so hard... even going slowly, it was so much more than I'd ever had before! Not even losing my virginity had been like this! But even through the pain... it felt incredible! I was so stretched, so full... and I knew there was still so, so much more left to go! I wanted to tell him, I wanted to say how much I loved it, how much I wanted to take him all... but speech was still beyond me. All I could do was to lay there and whimper, trying not to drool onto his desk as the indescribable pleasure of that enormous fucking cock made my eyes roll back in my head!
He kept pushing in, deeper and deeper still. And then... oh, God, he was doing it! That one special little spot! Only Bry had ever been big enough to reach it before, and only in one particular position, when I'd really been throwing myself onto him hard! But Mr. H... he wasn't even all the way inside yet, and already his huge, swollen cockhead was rubbed directly back and forth across my cervix! I moaned loudly, writhing desperately on his desk, my thighs starting to shake. Oh, fuck... this was so much quicker than it usually happened for me! But I couldn't deny it... Mr. H.'s enormous, amazing cock was about to make me cum!
“Daddyyy!” I squealed despite myself. It felt so wrong, calling him that... But with the incredible waves of orgasm rushing through my skinny little body, so strong it almost hurt... somehow it was so, so right!
“That's it, baby! Cum on Daddy's cock!” he praised. “Who's my good little whore?”
“I am, Daddy!” I gasped, the orgasm still shaking through me, the pleasure he was making me feel with that huge, incredible cock of his somehow stuck at its greatest height, stubbornly refusing to relent! “I'm your good little whore!”
“That's right you are!” he purred, his wicked, satisfied grin clear in the tone of his voice. He spanked me again—but it was softer this time, almost gentle—a wordless gesture of praise, telling me I was doing good. I ducked my face deeper against the desk, smiling so shyly, so proud as I helplessly continued to shake! I could hardly even believe how amazing it felt, knowing I was truly pleasing him... it was maybe even better than my orgasm itself! Okay... so, maybe not quite that much. But it was amazing just the same, knowing he really was enjoying my pussy so much, the same as I was loving his cock!
My orgasm finally started to ebb, after only three, maybe four times as long as my normal ones... but I knew the moment he let go of my wrists, establishing a solid grip on my hips instead; Daddy was far from done!
“Now that we've got you properly warmed up...” he grinned behind me. “Let's see just how much of this cock you can really take!”
He left me barely enough time to gulp in anxious anticipation, before he was pressing deeper once more. I squealed... I didn't want to, cinder block walls or not I was terrified someone would hear! But I just couldn't stop myself, shaking my head in denial, my knees pounding uselessly into the side of his desk as my body acted of its own volition, trying to get away. But his grip remained firm, holding me tightly in place, forcing me to take more and more, more than I ever thought could possibly fit! But suddenly I felt him—the pressure of his thighs, pushing against my butt! I twisted to look at him, the disbelieving question clear in my eyes.
“Good girl, Yasmin!” he growled, comfortingly stroking my hips in his hands. “Such a good, good girl, taking all... ten... inches... of Daddy's cock!” He pushed in especially hard on those words, making me tremble and gasp, doing something with his hips to make himself move around inside! I squealed again... but by that point I was so completely exhausted after everything he'd already done to me, I could do little more than flop bonelessly on his desk. But I guess that must have been what he'd been waiting for, because now that I was no longer at risk of trying to escape it meant he could finally let go of my hips, and move his hands up to my titties, instead!
Again I moaned... they may be on the smaller side, but I've always really, really liked getting my titties played with, and especially having them squeezed! The harder the better, even... and Daddy was giving me everything I ever could have wished! My nipples were stiffer than I could ever remember them being before, so hard they were almost painful as they pressed against the inside of my bra! I wanted to take it off, I wanted his hands directly on my skin... but I just didn't have the coordination anymore to try to do it myself. And as it turned out, Daddy had much more important things on his mind.
“Oh, take it baby girl! Take Daddy's cum!” he grunted loudly, ramming my thighs hard against the side of his desk as he gave me my deepest pounding yet! I could feel it! I could feel the enormous, burning heat of him, jetting up inside! Oh my God... he hadn't even asked if I was on birth control! I mean... I was, of course! But the fact that he hadn't even stopped to ask, that he'd just taken me, claimed me, filled me and made me his... That was so fucking hot!
I burst instantly into orgasm once more, even more powerful than my last. I whimpered, I fought, I cried, the tears running hot and heavy down my cheeks. Tears of pleasure? Tears of pain? Even I wasn't sure, and I was the one crying them! Daddy filled me completely, his cock so deep inside me when he shot his load, I was sure nearly all of it was going straight up into my womb! I wanted to stay like that forever, I never wanted to let him go... but all too soon he was pulling away, leaving me whimpering at the unpleasant empty feeling where thick, hot joy had just been. I felt him crouching down behind me, but I was too far gone to understand why, or honestly even to care. Then he was grabbing my panties, pulling them down, easing them off past my runners.
“I'll be keeping these,” he grinned, and my cheeks burst out into an enormous pink blush. Daddy wanted a souvenir of what I'd just done for him? Or... maybe it was actually more of a trophy—a token of the wild young pussy he'd just hunted and claimed as his own? Was he going to mount them on a plaque in his den, to show off his prowess to all of his friends? I trembled at the very idea. As silly as it was... I would love that!
Daddy stayed crouched low, placing his hands on my pert little ass, squeezing and caressing as he stared at what he'd just done. I could only imagine what a mess I must be! His own was so deep up inside there it felt like it would take oil drilling equipment to get it out... but my own juices, my sticky, slippery lubrication and creamy white girl-cum, felt like they'd run half way down to my knees! It made me so self-conscious, having him stare at me like that... but also proud, and so amazingly happy knowing that I'd been able to pleasure him like that, that he'd trusted me to take his seed!
Daddy leaned in, not to my mess, but to the gentle curve of my cute little butt. For a kiss, I thought... but boy, was I ever wrong! He bit me, hard! Hard enough to leave a mark! I squealed in surprise and pain, whimpering as he tightened the grip of his jaw even more, taking me just to the brink of drawing blood! Then relief! He backed away, considering his handiwork, smiling proudly at what he'd just done. He'd marked me as his... and though I knew it would fade in a couple of days at most, it made me so unbelievably happy, wearing his bite on my skin like that!
He stood, pulling me up as well, and I could barely even keep on my feet. Turns out, that wasn't an issue. Daddy simply turned me around, grabbed me by my ass, and lifted me effortlessly up onto my tippy-toes as he bent down for a kiss. I melted against his chest, moaning into his mouth. Our first kiss! And yeah, I guess maybe it was a little bit weird, only finally getting to have my first kiss with him after I already had a womb full of his hot, sticky cum... But it felt so much better this way, so much more passionate, knowing I'd earned it, first!
Daddy eventually pulled away, smiling regretfully as he lifted me up to sit on the edge of his desk, stepping around to his chair. He leaned over, grabbing a post-it and a pen, scribbling quickly and handing it to me.
“What's this?” I asked as I read.
“My address. For your tutoring appointment tomorrow,” he grinned. I swallowed nervously—from the gleam in those stunning blue eyes, math practice was the last thing on his mind! “Be there at six. And wear something pretty; a dress, or a blouse and a skirt. The underwear... those you can leave at home.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I submissively gulped, my cheeks feeling like they were on fire! Make that both sets of cheeks, as a matter of fact. Now that I was actually sitting down, I was definitely feeling that spanking he'd given me earlier! He stepped back around in front of me again, running his fingers through my hair. He kissed me, not as long as our last one, but no less passionate for that.
“God, you're pretty...” he grinned, slowly shaking his head. “My wife is absolutely going to gobble you right up!”
“Your... your wife?” I gasped, almost panicked, praying I'd heard him wrong, that I'd misunderstood!
“Oh, don't you worry, pet!” he chuckled, softly kissing me again, reassuringly running his fingers through my hair. “I think you'll find you have quite a bit in common with my little Mouse! One of her favourite things in the entire world is sucking my cum out of a young, freshly-fucked little cunt! Although...” he smirked, tilting his head. “I do have to admit, this will be the first time I'm bringing a girl quite as young as you are home to play!”
“And... she's really going to be okay with... this?” I asked, gesturing between us with my hand. “With what we just did?”
“Trust me, baby!” he laughed as he kissed me again. “When I get home and tell her about you, she's going to be chomping at the bit!” He reached around behind me and grabbed my sore little butt again, pulling me down off his desk and up against his chest. I was still feeling a little unsteady, but at least I didn't think I was about to fall flat on my ass anymore! “She'll be making dinner... you just make sure this pretty little ass of yours is ready to get fucked!”
“Oh!” I gasped in surprise, and not a little fright! Daddy's cock was huge, and I'd never had anything up my butt before, not even a finger! But whatever my reservations, “Yes, Daddy!” was all that came out in the end. At least by that point I was already blushing so hard he was unlikely to notice a difference!
“Good girl!” he praised, giving my ass a firm little shake in his hands. “Now, there's just one more thing, before you go...” He backed away a little, glancing meaningfully down at himself, and I instantly understood what he meant.
“Yes, Daddy!” I repeated, and this time there was so fear at all, only excitement. He was no longer hard, but he was still absolutely covered in my juices! Every last inch of him, even down to his balls! He helped me down to my knees, and I eagerly got to work. It was actually really, really fun, getting to play with him when he was soft. I could even fit a lot more of him into my mouth! Not all of him, of course, he was still far too thick and meaty for that... but I managed a little more than half that way, sucking and slurping, cleaning him up. I regretfully tucked him away again once I was done, carefully zipping him closed. He pulled me back up for one last kiss, then lifted my bag to my shoulder for me, sending me on my way with a swift, playful smack on my ass.
It was a good thing no one else was still in the hall. I'd sorted my uniform back as it should be before leaving his room, you couldn't tell from that... but the enormous, satisfied grin on my lips was virtually screaming of amazing sex! I pulled my phone from my bag, biting my lip as I typed. 'How to prepare yourself for anal sex?' God, please, internet don't fail me now! I started reading as I walked, my eyes growing progressively wider the further down the article I got. Oh, gross! Oh, this was so going to suck! But I knew I'd do it, of course—Daddy told me to, so I would. That was all there was to it. 'Where to buy an enema kit?' I typed again. Okay... there was a pharmacy on my way home, and I had enough of my allowance saved up that shouldn't be a problem.
I smiled shyly to myself as I thought about it, loving the way the breeze under my skirt was playing across the hot, wet, super-sensitive skin of my freshly fucked little kitty! I'd never tried going commando like this before, much less with a pussy full of fresh cum! Daddy had so much to teach me... And yes, I was still terrified of that enormous monster of a cock forcing it's way up my tiny, virgin little bum! But... I trusted him. I did. I knew it was going to hurt, no matter what... but just like when he'd taken my pussy, I knew he wouldn't make it hurt any more than it absolutely had to. And I knew, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that my screams of pleasure would end up far outweighing any cries of pain!
In the end it was simple; I would do anything, anything at all, to please my new Daddy. To make him happy with me, to make him keep wanting me, the way I'd wanted him for so, so long! If it was my cute little teenaged butt he wanted... then it was my butt he would have!
And honestly, as scared as I still was... I could hardly wait!
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