Mollie always loved those few seconds between when she knocked on the front door and the man who lived within answered. There was that tingling apprehension she felt deep in her stomach - the sense she always had that what she was doing was incredibly naughty - coupled with the raw excitement of knowing exactly how much fun she was going to have over the course of the next few hours. It was in those few seconds that the tension that had been building over the prior weeks finally reached its peak, and she found she always a deep urge to turn and run away, but always too late - by the time she'd talked herself out of it, the door was wide open and she was being invited in.
She'd had plenty of meets like this before. They were easy to arrange really - a quick post in the right forum using the right kind of language and suddenly her inbox was flooded with messages from all sorts of men wanting all sorts of things. The hardest part was finding the right one, and some early disappointments had taught her what the good indications (and crucially, the red flags) were. Mollie knew what she was looking for anyway: taller, stronger, older men who were happy to just take what they wanted from her and then leave her alone. No strings, no fuss, no awkward cuddles with a stranger. And no man was going to turn down a blonde, 18 year old schoolgirl offering to come round.
Mollie was very good about safety on these meetups. She always kept her real name, her number, and her address to herself, and always made sure she got pictures and proof that her meet-up was STI-free. She also hid her face in photos she sent, in case any bitter rejects decided to exact revenge on her in a sad attempt to make themselves feel some small iota of power (probably from their parents' basements). The possibility of meeting up with someone she knew had never even crossed her mind - at least not until her English teacher opened the door.
"Mollie?" Mr Richards sounded genuinely surprised. There were several seconds of silence as they both tried to comprehend each other's presence, and Mollie began to get very worried indeed. "Oh God", she thought. Her life was surely over. There was no hiding why she was here, or pretending she'd made a mistake. Mr Richards surely knew that this wasn't her first one of these meets, and this was definitely a departure from the image she gave off at school - the panel who had selected Mollie as senior prefect had included Mr Richards, and she was the star pupil in his A-Level class. Would he tell the senior teachers, and recommend they remove her from her position? Or maybe her parents, so they could ground her outside of school hours?
She realised Mr Richards was just looking at her, and she suddenly felt extremely exposed in her tight, skimpy outfit - it was a far cry from the school uniform he usually saw her in. His piercing eyes scanned her body, drifting from her long, slender, exposed legs, up past her broader, rounded hips (squeezed into her shortest shorts), over her tiny waist, and lingering ever so slightly on her plump, round breasts, slightly hidden beneath a loose white crop top. As Mollie looked over him in return, she realised the photo he'd sent must have been older, since it omitted his thick, half-grey beard, and he hadn't worn his reading glasses, like he did in the classroom.
Mollie had always thought of Mr Richards as a gentle giant, and she saw this once more as he began to relax in the doorway; his face softened from harsh surprise to gentle sympathy as the reality of the situation settled in for him. He smiled ever-so-slightly.
"You wore the outfit".
Mollie was taken aback. Surely he wasn't suggesting...
"Why don't you come in?"
Mollie really thought about saying yes. She found she couldn't help but wonder what he would do to her once she was inside... what was he hiding beneath those blue jeans? Her body screamed at her to go in and find out.
However, common sense prevailed. She thought about how awkward it would be - what if he kept wanting more? How could she say no?
Not to mention the fact that his wife was the deputy head teacher - that could be much more trouble than it was worth.
She started walking backwards, managing to stumble out "I... it's not... I can't...", before giving up, turning and sprinting as fast as she could all the way back home.
That evening, Mollie couldn't get thoughts of Mr Richards out of her head. She found herself masturbating that night to the thought of his tree trunk arms wrapping themselves around her as his hands explored every inch of her tight body. She imagined him telling her what a good girl she was as she sunk to her knees in front of him, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans to see what was waiting for her...
She slept very well that night.
School the next day passed without incident, although Mr Richards wasn't teaching her English class for some reason. Mollie was still concerned that he might tell someone about their encounter, so she decided to go and see him in his office and see if she could smooth things over.
She knocked on his office door, making sure that her skirt rode high enough as to leave a gap between it's base and her long socks, and that her blouse had enough buttons undone so as to just show a hint of cleavage. She heard a curt "come in," and strode through the door into his office.
Mr Richards looked up from whatever he was doing on his laptop. "Ah, Mollie. What can I help you with?"
Mollie's mouth ran dry. She froze, seemingly unable to move or speak as his eyes explored her body once again. She managed to timidly ask "W-why weren't you in class today?"
Mr Richards stood up, sighing, and closed his laptop.
"A year 9 school trip. Now, was that all you wanted from me?" he asked dismissively, marching over to Mollie. "I have places to be."
Mollie made no reply, her face inches from his. She stared up into his eyes, before getting up on her tiptoes and gently kissing him on the lips. He kissed her back, reaching one long arm behind her to swing his office door shut.
The door clicked and Mr Richards pulled away. "I knew you wanted to come in yesterday."
Mollie nodded as he span her round, pulling her against him with his powerful arms. One of his hands began to explore her braless tits through her blouse, while the other grabbed her hip and pushed her ass right up against his crotch. She began gently grinding on him, feeling his hard cock twitch through his trousers. He gently kissed her neck, sending goosebumps down her spine as their bodies gyrated together.
Mr Richards reached both hands up and began to undo Mollie's blouse. Her nipples instantly hardened as they became exposed to the cold air, a fact which Mr Richards took no time in exploiting. He cupped her soft breast with his left hand and teased her nipples with his right; he gently flicked and rubbed them, sending tiny electric shocks right the way down to Mollie's toes.
Mollie was embarrassed at how quickly Mr Richards had managed to get her this wet, so she was actually a little bit grateful when he stopped and took a step back, away from her. She turned round to look at him, staring up into his eyes as her pert tits sat exposed on her chest. Glancing down to his crotch, she noticed the huge bulge straining against the belt on his jeans - she'd been with men on the larger side before, but this looked like a whole other level.
Mr Richards smiled as he followed her gaze. He knew what she wanted. He grabbed by the hand and pulled her over to his desk area, before taking a seat in his office chair.
"On your knees, please, young lady" he ordered, unbuckling his belt.
Mollie did as she was told. Her calm exterior belied the number of nervous and excited thoughts that were bouncing around her head. Her anticipation only grew as Mr Richards revealed what he had been hiding beneath his jeans - that bulge had not been an illusion. Mollie almost actually gasped as his cock sprung out in front of her - inches from her face, it looked about as long as her forearm, and almost as thick.
Mollie was stunned. She took a deep breath and got a whiff of the manly, musky smell, and her nervous anticipation quickly transformed into pure lust - she needed this cock.
Luckily, Mr Richards was thinking the same thing, and he reached his hand behind Mollie's head, gripping her hair and pushing her face towards his cock. She closed her eyes as he began to rub it on her, smearing his sticky pre-cum on her forehead and across her soft cheeks, before finding his mark and placing his tip on her plump, juicy lips. She began greedily licking the remaining pre-cum off his cock head, savouring the salty taste as she felt herself getting wetter and wetter.
Mollie gripped the base of her teacher's shaft with one hand and the inside of his leg with the other. She locked eyes with him as she slowly leaned forwards and licked the length of his thick member in one smooth motion. He let out a gentle groan, which was quickly followed by several louder groans as Mollie began jerking his cock up and down, licking it all over.
Her plump, soft, teenage lips made their way down to his balls, and she began softly suckling them as she slowly rubbed his shaft with her free hand. His low, gentle groans continued, and Mollie found herself getting wetter and wetter as she realised the situation she was in. She loved being slutty, and what could be more slutty than being on your knees, in your school uniform, under your teacher's desk, with his balls in your mouth?
Mr Richards' cock twitched, snapping Mollie back to the moment. She leaned back, taking her lips off of his balls, and met eyes with him as she continued to gently rub his shaft. She could see the burning lust within him, and she knew his mind was on one thing. "Not yet," she thought, "I want to tease you some more first".
