I, Rebecca Thorpe, looked hungrily at his erect cock struggling to break free of the material concealing it. Many thoughts were running through my mind at this point, if I gave him the best blow job ever, would he finally fuck me?! And I decided I was going to use all the tricks I knew. So I pushed him onto the bed, and he looked at me begging me to suck him off! I smiled and knew that I had him where I wanted, so I stuck one of my fingers in my mouth and began to lick it seductively. In and out of my mouth it went as I forever kept eye contact with him. I could see him struggling, he wanted me bad. I continued to play my game however, and I untied my sexy little pink robe, and it dropped to the floor revealing my 34 c tits and shaven pussy. His jaw almost hit the floor when he saw my beautiful body, and I laughed, before using my wet finger to flick my nipples. I gasped at my touch as they hardened.
"What are you waiting for, get on with it Becky?!" he shouted.
"Your wish is my command honey," I replied seductively, and I slowly made my way to the bed. I climbed on and placed myself next to him.
I heard him breathe a huge sigh of relief, as I put my fingers in the waistband off his boxers, and I pulled them down releasing his gorgeous cock. It was fully erect now. I leaned down so my mouth was directly above his cock, then I looked into his eyes and I could see the anticipation of what was to come. I smiled, I had him exactly where I wanted, stage one of my plan was over, now to move to stage two. I grabbed his rock-hard shaft with my hand and I roughly drew back the foreskin. Pre-cum began to ooze out of the tip and I wiped it away. He groaned and I hesitated, teasing him slightly.
"Come on baby, don't do this to me!" he moaned, so I started to lightly masturbate him, taking care with the strokes. I looked up to see if he was enjoying it, and he had his eyes closed clearly savouring the moment. I quickened my pace, wanking him with long hard fast pulls. I was sending him wild, as he wriggled around in ecstasy. I suddenly stopped giving him a hand job, and lowered my face so that my mouth was level with his erection. I paused for a moment before wrapping my lips around his cock. I licked the tip with my tongue, and he shivered and squirmed. I tickled his balls with my nails, before taking the whole of his dick in my mouth. He gasped, and pushed my head down, and I was choking, gagging, but I didn't care. I was so god damn horny! My head bobbed up and down as I sucked him off, deep throating him, as he thrust his hips trying to push his dick further into my mouth. I was sucking faster, harder, pleasuring him.
"Yes, yes, Becky, mm!"
I suddenly felt his hips buckle, as he shouted, "Oh god, I' cumminggggggggggg!"
He came in my mouth, wet shots of cum flooding it. I swallowed it all, before he stopped, and his limp dick fell out of my mouth, and he collapsed, panting hard. I giggled, stage two was over, now roll on the sex!
"My turn baby," I whispered, but there was no response. I pushed him, trying to awake him, but he just grunted. I was getting really frustrated, here I was, horny as fuck, soaking wet, needing to shag, but my own boyfriend was too selfish to satisfy me. I screamed out in disappointment. My plan had failed, yet I needed seeing to.
I made my way to the bathroom, and I turned on the shower. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was quite a petite woman, with a curvy body. I had long brown hair, and hazel eyes. I had been told quite a lot that I was sexy, but I didn't believe it right then. All I could think was: why won't he take my virginity? Is my body ugly? I began to sob quietly.
I had met Dave in school when I was 16. He was two years my senior and in the sixth form. I fancied him like mad, but I didn't know how I would get him to notice me. However, halfway through the year, I found out he had joined the drama club, and auditioned for the school play, Romeo and Juliet. He had won the part of Romeo, yet the part of Juliet was still open. I immediately auditioned, and surprisingly got the part. Over the six months of rehearsals, we got quite close, and he asked me on a date. It went smoothly, but he told me he had to move away, and after the performance, we would never see each other again. I was distraught, I had fallen in love with him, big time. He didn't tell me where he was going, but that it would be the day after the performance, which was in five days time. That night, I locked myself in my room, crying myself to sleep. I faked an illness, and didn't go to school that week, nor did I turn up for the performances. I tried to get over him, I really did, but it took about a year before I was finally over him, but I still didn't date after that, I was scared that my heart would be broken again. I went to university, got my teaching degree, and then went on a gap year.
I travelled the world with my friend Alisha, and we went everywhere, from the pyramids in Egypt, to Disneyland in Florida. Anyway, about three months into our trip, we found ourselves in Germany. We went clubbing one night, and to my utter surprise, Dave was there too. We got talking, and I got his number, and my feelings for him came flooding back. We met up, and we kissed, he told me that he loved me, so I abandoned my trip, left Alisha with some man she had met in Spain, and went back home with Dave. We moved in together shortly after.
I know all this sounds rather hasty, but I was in love. However, I always questioned whether he loved me. Sure we made out a lot, and felt each other, and I gave him regular blow jobs, but he rarely touched me, and we never had sex. Twenty one and still a virgin! As I thought of this, I looked at my naked body in disgust, turned the shower off, and climbed into bed.
My alarm clock woke me up at half past six the following morning, and I got up, and went downstairs, where Dave was sat at the table eating his breakfast.
"Good morning honey," he said chirpily.
"Morning," I grunted.
"Last night was brilliant, thanks babe."
"No worries."
"What's up?"
"Nothing, I'm just tired, shouldn't you have left by now."
Dave looked up at the clock.
"Oh shit, yes, have a good day at work hun," and he kissed me on the cheek. "Oh, and before I forget, my mother is coming down later, I said she could stay for a few days."
He exited the house, and I sighed. I had never met his mother before, but I really couldn't be bothered with her. I got dressed into my blouse and shirt, and put some make up on, and then I made my way to school.
First class I was going to be teaching was an English sixth form class. As I headed to my classroom, George Stockwell appeared from around the corner. He was an 18 year old boy in my English class, and he was every teenage girl's fantasy: tall, dark and handsome, very muscular, and very polite, with a hint of mischievousness about him. It was no secret to me that he fancied me, as he never hid his obvious lust. I smiled and thought to myself; well at least someone thinks I'm sexy.
"Hello miss, did you have a good weekend?" he said smiling.
"Erm, wasn't the best to be honest George."
"Oh, still having problems with your fella?"
"Yes, you could say that."
He looked at me with real concern in his eyes and put a hand on my shoulder. A soft, warm hand, and began softly caressing my arm. His touch made me feel funny downstairs.
"Aww, miss, I'm really sorry, but I've got you a little something that might cheer you up."
"Oh no, really you didn't have to, I can't take anything from you."
He made his hand upwards so it was touching my face, and he gently stroked it.
"I insist, you deserve it, now follow me." And with that he took my hand and led me to the store cupboard. On the top shelf was a big bouquet of flowers. Tears began forming in my eyes. This was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me.
"Don't cry," George said, as he wiped away the tears.
"It's just, it's jus-, oh thank you. Oh come here," I stammered, and I pulled him into a hug, and I held onto him. He was trying to pull back, but I wrapped him tight and brought him to my body, and immediately felt why he had been pulling back, he had a rock hard erection. I could feel it rubbing my crotch through my blouse and my panties became damp. I was getting horny, and had this uncontrollable urge to fuck him! However, just at that moment, the bell rang signalling the beginning of the first lesson, and I came back to reality, and let go of George. He stood staring at me, breathing hard. An awkward silence followed, where we looked at each other. I broke the silence.
"George, I, I'm really sorry, I don't know what overcome me then, I'm your teacher for god's sake. Thanks for the flowers, and I'll see you in my lesson in a moment."
Then I left him standing mesmerised, and went to my classroom. A couple of kids were already there, but shortly after, everyone was there, and so I began my lesson, recapping the previous lesson, and quizzing the students. Of course, as always, Demi Chong was answering all the questions with ease.
Demi was my top student. She was from an Asian background and her oriental looks made her very pretty. She had long dark hair, and had a very innocent look to her. She was extremely intelligent and some what of a teacher's pet.
After the little quiz, I set a silent written test for the class, and as they got on with it, I sat in my chair, my mind wandering. I thought back to the incident in the store cupboard and I felt myself getting wet once more. I was feeling extremely naughty, and decided that George needed a reward for being so kind. I pushed my hair behind my ears, and looked at him, hoping he would catch my gaze, and he did. I winked at him, and licked my lips seductively. He stared at me wide mouthed, as I continued my show. I unbuttoned the top button of my shirt and blew a kiss towards him, before unbuttoning three more buttons. I then leaned forward, so that if he was to look down my top, he would be able to see my tits in all their glory, and lo and behold, that's where he looked. I undid another button, and moved my hand towards my blue bra. Before I could go any further though, I heard a small groan. I stopped, and looked up to see everyone staring at me. My face went bright red, as I realised I had been caught out.
"Can I go to the toilet miss," gulped Demi. I nodded and she made her way out of the room. Everyone continued staring at me, and I bollocked them, even though I was in the wrong. They took the message and carried on with the test. I sat there confused. What was I doing? I was risking my job and respect for a quick fix. I was being stupid, and it needed to stop. On the other hand, I was in desperate need of a good fucking, and I was fast becoming a horny little devil. I'm fine with that, I told myself, it's just I can't do it in school, not in my lessons, or with my students. The bell rang, and everybody rushed off to their next lessons, everyone that is except George.
"Can I help you George?"
