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LNL. Fiction. Fantasy.
Yes, I still have a teacher fetish. Well, more of an older-man fetish, but
teachers generally fit that category anyway.
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My class was so boring. All the teacher did, Mr K, was talk. Just talk. He never
gave out any handouts or information sheets, just talked. And you had to take
notes on what only 5% would come up in a test. Sometimes he even went off on a
different tangent altogether and ended up talking to us about his wife and kids
for a few minutes before realising it. You could tell that nobody in the class
was very interested in what he was saying.
Mr K was about 6', wore a loose shirt with the sleeves rolled up (exposing his
moderately hairy arms) and beige trousers. His face always had some stubble, and
his eyebrows were thick and brown. His hair was a little curly, and his eyes
were a pale blue color.
One day, I actually fell asleep in his class. The last thing I remembered before
slipping away was resting my head on my arm. When the class ended and the rest
of the students got up, the scraping of the chairs was what brought me back. I
had just enough time to get myself alert again before I heard Mr K speaking,
"... don't forget the test next week, and Jackson, I need to speak with you."
Dammit. He noticed I fell asleep. I packed up my notebook and pens and sat down
across from Mr K at his desk on the revolving chair. He brought his fingers
together and looked at me from over them.
"Don't think for a second I didn't notice you having a little doze over there,"
he said. I looked down, not wanting to look him in the eye.
"Jackson, this is unacceptable. You continue to fail the tests and you're
falling asleep in class." He motioned for me to sit next to him, so I pushed my
self along on the chair until I was next to him. I looked at what was in front
of us and saw copies of my last three tests. Each one had a grade on it, never
above 55% and never more than a C at best.
"Jackson, your grades are slipping. Unless you do something about it, you WILL
fail my class," he said, turning to look at me. I found it hard to look away, I
felt if I did something bad would happen. Or it would show weakness.
"I want to try harder, Mr K," I say, matching his glare, "but there's nothing in
this class that really gives me a reason to!"
"What does that even mean, Jackson?"
"I don't know..." I thought I had something for a second, but I realised I was
just stalling.
"For fuck's sake, Jackson," he said, bringing his hand down on my shoulder,
probably a little harder than I would've liked. "I don't like it when people
fail my class." I looked away and franticly started thinking of something to
say. I couldn't think straight. It was a full minute before I realised he'd
stopped talking... and that his hand hadn't left my shoulder. I looked up and
saw he had turned to face me full.
"For most other classes, students can bump up their grade with extra credit.
Unfortunately, this class cannot provide anything other than another test for
credit, and from experience, I'm not sure if that would work for you..."
His hand was a gripping me slightly harder and softer in a slow rhythm. His
other arm was resting on the desk, but other than that, his whole body wad
pointing towards me. I started feeling uncomfortable and excited at the same
time.
"Is there anything you, personally can do, Mr K?" I asked, trying to hide my
emotions from my voice. Mr K's mouth twitched a tiny bit, the faintest hint of a
smile.
"The only things I could think of wouldn't be of any..."
"I'll do anything to make sure I didn't fail," I said. Really, I couldn't care
less what my grade for this class was. I was just so interested in what his
'extra credit' would be...
"Well, if you really want those extra marks..." he said. I saw his other arm
move down and he started to scratch his hip. I was about to ask what I would
have to do, but my eyes darted down and I saw that he wasn't scratching his hip.
His hand was gently stroking his crotch.
I looked back up at him with a shadow of amazement on my face. His eyes shot
down at himself and back up to me. He let his feet move a little forward, closer
to me. I watched his hand for a few seconds and slid off the chair. I knelt
between his legs, his pelvis only inches from my face. He moved his arm back
onto the desk and I moved my hand up to take over. I felt the heat emnating from
his body, the vague outline of his cock beneath his layers of clothing while my
other hand found his thigh. I felt Mr K's hand stroking the back of my shoulder,
and took a few deep breaths to calm myself.
After only a few moments of rubbing, I reached over with my other hand and used
them both to unbutton his trousers. I unzipped them and peeled them back, taking
in the sight. Mr K wore dark blue underwear, and I could see a small amount of
hair coming out from under it. I felt his cock through his underwear and the
more definite shape. I squeezed and rubbed as he got harder, bigger. I pulled
back his underwear slowly and took his cock out. It was big, about 4 inches
already, uncut. I started slowly pulling it, up and down. Soon I got faster, and
I felt Mr K shuffle in his seat, sighing and groaning.
When it was getting quite big I decided to try sucking on it. I held it up to my
face and wrapped my mouth around his head. It was so warm in my mouth, I wanted
to swallow it immediatly. I started moving into his cock, letting my tounge roll
around his meat. I heard him groan again and knew he liked it. I tried working
my tounge under his foreskin and felt him tense up, breathing tightly with
pleasure. I could only get about half of his cock in my mouth at once, so I made
up for hit by jacking off the last half with my other hand. Mr K started guiding
my head with his arm and pushed me further in. I resisted at first, I didn't
want his whole meat down my throat at once, but soon I found I could fit more in
there than I thought. I nearly choked several times, but Mr K seemed to know
when to slow down.
I pulled down his trousers further, and Mr K stood up a bit to pull them down
all the way, along with his underwear. I pushed my face further onto his cock,
feeling his sack with one hand and his thigh with the other. I felt the hair
around his croth and his legs. My cock was so hard in my pants, I thought it
would burst out. I felt Mr K trying to get my shirt off, and I leaned back to
let him pull it off over my head. I noticed his had already been unbuttoned, but
it stayed on.
Without warning, Mr K stood up and pulled me up and forced his mouth onto mine.
I gripped his shoulders and reciprocated, letting our tounges rub into and over
each other. I felt his stubble all around his face, and his nose pressing into
my cheek. His hands found my pants and I helped him get them off, still with out
mouths attacking each other.
When they were completely off, he finally let go of my face with a satisfying
smacking sound. He grabbed me by the waist and whispered into my ear in a
growling voice,
"Turn around."
Without hesitation, I turned and pressed my chest onto Mr K's table. I gripped
the edge and tried to look around, but with no luck. I felt him spread my
asscheeks and I drew breath, preparing for what he intended to do. I felt his
tounge start to run circles around my hole and I started to moan. He licked my
asshole up and down, around and even inside, which made me jump at first. I
jacked off under the table, the anticipation of fucking was driving me crazy.
Eventually, Mr K's tongue vanished and I felt him spank my asscheek, making me
jump again. He stretched my cheeks for the second time, and I waited while he
got his cock ready. I was so ready, my precum was dripping onto the floor.
Finally, I felt his cock press up against my hole. As his head came through I
gripped the table tighter, Mr K's hands holding my waist from behind. He pushed
in further until he touched my prostate, when I felt an incredible rush. I
stifled my moans and gripped even tighter as he moved even deeper inside me. He
was groaning as he probed me, tightening his fingers on my waist.
When his cock was completely inside, he began to pull out again, faster than
when he entered. His cock rubbed against my insides and I felt the feeling of
pain and ecstasy course through me from my ass. Mr K started pumping faster and
faster, his body smacking into mine every time he pounded. I was being pushed
into his desk with every pound, moving back only to be pushed again. We got a
strong rhythm going as he ploughed me into his desk, groaning and breathing
heavier as he went.
I don't know how long he fucked me, but when he slowed down and pulled out, I
was worried that was all. I turned around and he pulled me back up, sucking my
mouth one more time before forcing me backwards onto the desk, his body lying on
top of me, our chests pressing into each other. His cock found me ass again and
he started to fuck me again, starting off just as fast as he left off. I leaned
forward and started sucking on his neck, feeling his hair under my tounge. I
reached behind him and gripped his asscheeks, feeling them thrust into me and
out again.
I moved my mouth up to his face again and started sucking on his lips, his
stubble, anything I could get to. He pushed me back down as he ravished my face
stronger than ever, pumping so fast I felt I was about to come. His belly was
rubbing into my cock so I was being stimulated, too. It was all so much, I tried
pushing him away from my face, to tell him I was about to...
My cock blew it's load into Mr K's chest, where it rubbed into mine, too. His
chest hair lubricated with my cum rubbed all over me chest, him still thrusting
faster, harder. My ass was on fire. Finally, he pulled his face away and
scrunched up his eyes, concentrating on fucking faster, he was about to come
too. I gripped the table again as his cock exploded inside me, his hot cum
spurting deep inside my ass, dribbling out onto the table and floor. He slowed
and stopped, standing up and jacking off his last few shots, letting them land
on the floor.
I reached for the box of tissues he kept on the desk, but Mr K said through his
panting "Top... drawer..." so I opened it and took out a towel. I wiped up
myself and started on toweling off his hairy chest, listening to him talk to me,
only hearing part of it.
"Now this'll get your grade a little higher. I might be able to get you some
more credit projects though, so you might make that A-grade yet."
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