Lauren walked up to the teacher, consciously swaying her hips just a little, as she flicked back her died black hair. Her short black velvet skirt caught Mr. Lavigne's attention, so he didn't notice Lauren's gaze running down his purple shirt to his tight black pants that accented perfectly his large package.
He had asked her to stay behind to talk about her essay. The assigned topic had been "Forbidden", and he was interested in her choice, "Forbidden Lusts: Older men."
He ushered her into his office, and walked behind her to stare at her swinging ass. "Lauren, so far you have been a model student," and his eyes ran over her figure, showing just what he thought was model-like, "and I know that this was a provocative topic," and he looked at her breasts, pushing out of her top. Those were provocative too.
He shook his head to try to focus on the conversation at hand. "I'd first like to say that this paper was brilliantly written, and I hope you will do a lot more of, I mean, for me." God what was wrong with him? He'd never really thought about a student this way before, but there was something special about this one. Something that went straight to his cock. "Right now I would like to discuss your topic..."
Lauren licked her lips, as she looked over Mr. Lavigne. Suddenly she realised he was still talking and she had no idea what he was saying. She looked down once more, and realised that the bulge there was definately bigger. So she decided that since he seemed to be so hesitant she would have to make the first move. "Mr. Lavigne, I'm sorry to interrupt, but it's really hot in here and I wondered if I could take off my top, I know that a tank top is out of dresscode but..." she leaned over, and smiled slowly as Mr. Lavigne's eyes followed her pale chest down. She took off the silky purple over shirt, to reveal fishnet sleeves, attached right under the arms to a small black tank top, which hugged her waist and pushed her perky breasts up and together. She licked her lips again, and slowly walked over to him carrying her paper with her. She stopped right in front of him and leaned towards him, ostensibly to give him the paper, but really so he could see and smell her soft, smooth breasts.
He croaked, "Please call me Michael, I would like for this to be very informal. I would really like for you to be able to tell me anything you want."
Lauren took a deep breath, here it was, she was going for the big one. "Michael, I...admire you. I have done from the first day of class. Oh God, Michael I want you, like I've never wanted someone before, please don't deny me! Take me!"
He gasped, her words went straight to his cock, and he grabbed her, his hands running over her fishnet-covered arms, sliding slowly down to her hands. Then holding her hands to her sides, he ran his fingers over her hands and down the outside of her thighs. His fingertips touched the rough feel of fishnets again, and as he slowly pushed his hands up the inside of her thigh, up passed the hem of her skirt, he felt the fishnets end, and then give way to a black lacy garter belt. he shivered, and pulled her in for a long hard kiss. *how could she have known that my biggest weakness is garter-belts?* he thought to himself with a smile. he ran his hands up the garters till he reached the belt. Then his hands went down her soft mound and rubbed her clit softly. She caught her breath then drew him in, this time the kiss was on her and her tongue went into his mouth, demanding and hard. Her hands snaked down and through his pants she teased and rubbed his cock, circling and squeezing his cock.
He picked her up, and looking deep into her eyes, he wasn't even sure what he was looking for, what he saw were her eyes, glazed over in lust, and yet still within that incoherent ecstasy was a measure of acceptance and permission. That was all he needed to completely lose any control he had over his own raging lust.
He lay her down on the couch, and stripped off her skirt and tank top. She was left with fishnet sleeves, fishnet stockings and a black lace garter belt. He gasped slightly because she was wearing no underwear, but then he just made use of that, and lay down beside her, with his face in her curly mound. he slowly licked her clit and ran his tongue along her slit. She gasped, and her cunt lips opened, swelling under the ministrations of his eager tongue. His tongue flicked out, and into her cunt, only to pull back out again. He licked all around her lips and cleaned up the wetness that was flowing from her, then his tongue went back in, he pushed it in further and further until his chin was resting in her wet mound. Two fingers flicked back and forth across her clit as his tongue sent shivers up through her body.
