Teacher Eats My Ass After Class

"Mr. Jones?" I knocked on my English Lit teacher's office door at the end of my school day. I had a question about the syllabus he had sent out and planned to take advantage of his office hours. He answered with a loud 'come in' before I opened the door and saw him perched behind his desk.

"Ms. Addams," he smiled when he saw me. "Thank you for coming by."

His brown hair seemed to glimmer in the light as he chewed on the tip of a pen. His glasses were perched on the end of his nose, and his professional demeanor made him the star of any professor fantasy I'd ever had.

He may have even been used to inspire my vibrator use one too many times.

"I actually wanted to speak to you about something," he started. "And, well, it's a little... uncomfortable to bring up. But some people in the class have been complaining that your clothes are distracting."

"My clothes?" I asked.

"Yes. Your short skirts and low cut, tight, revealing shirts."

My face contorted into a confused expression, followed by annoyance. "No offense, Mr. Jones, but that sounds like other people's problems, not mine. It's not my job to cater to their filthy minds."

Mr. Jones threw his hands up. "I agree with you. But when you have a body... like yours... I'll just say, it's hard not to look."

"A body like mine?"

He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. "I'm trying to keep this professional, Ms. Addams."

"I'd prefer you be clear and direct so I can understand."

"Well, umm..." he started. "You've been, umm... blessed in a lot of ways. Your tits practically fall out of your shirt and your ass nearly pops out when you bend over. I have to ask you not to wear revealing clothing anymore or I'll have to write you up."

"Ah. Now I see." We shared a silence. "Well, if that'll be all..."

"Yes," he said. "That'll be all."

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MR. JONES

Having Ms. Adams in my office a few days ago made my dick harder than it had been in a long time. She was the epitome of my walking wet dream... Curvy, dark hair, light eyes, and barely 19. Despite still being young, her body had filled out and her huge tits made my mouth water. I wanted nothing more than to see how her nipples would taste. Had she had sex before? If I fucked her, would I be the one to take her innocence?

The next class period, she walked in, clearly defying my comments about hiding her body a little bit better. She wore the lowest dipping shirt I'd seen, and it clung to her huge, bouncing, natural tits. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric, almost like they were taunting me.

Then there was her skirt. The edge of the cotton hit the tops of her thighs, showing how they jiggled when she walked. When she bent down, she showed the curve of her ass, and what seemed like the lack of underwear. She wore her hair half up and half down with big glasses that magnified her eyes. I swear she was trying to kill me, or at least make me jizz my pants in front of all my students.

She sat down front and center, stared into my eyes and smirked, as if taunting me. Did she feel this attraction, too? Or was she just a little brat that needed to be put in her place? My hand started itching to spank her and find out.

Without thinking, I walked over to where she sat and rested both hands on her desk.

"Ms. Addams."

"Mr. Jones."

"I see you didn't listen to my comments about dressing a little differently in my class."

She smiled at me. "I came to the conclusion that anyone who has a problem with it can talk to me directly. Since you're the only one who's talked to me, I'm assuming you're actually the one who has a problem with it."

I ground my molars.

"Is that right?" she asked sweetly. "Which then begs the question... why do you have a problem with it?"

I leaned down so my face was right in front of hers. "See me after class."

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After class ended I closed myself in my office for a second before I heard a knock at the door. Without an answer, Ms. Addams opened it and walked in.

"What did you need to see me for?" she asked.

I stared at he without speaking as I gestured to the door. She turned around and locked it, giving me a view of her ass that jiggled under the skirt. I palmed my cock under my desk.

"You defied me. I asked you not to wear revealing clothing anymore and you wore something even sluttier than you normally do. I wanted to let you know that I'll be speaking to the dean about this tomorrow."

She looked at me. "I'd love to know how it goes when you tell the dean you can't take your eyes off of your teenage student. I bet he'd love to hear that."

I shifted in my seat and thought about what she said. She was right.

"There could be another form of punishment," I said, folding my hands together in front of me.

Ms. Addams crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her tits together. "And what would that be?"

I beckoned her over to me and stood up from my desk. She dropped her backpack to the floor and slowly walked over.

"Lean over the desk, Ms. Addams. Tits to the wood."

Slowly, she hinged at the waist, giving me the opportunity to bunch her skirt around her hips.

"Tsk tsk tsk," I said. "And you're not wearing any underwear. No wonder your ass jiggled so much when you walked. Can you keep quiet for me while you take your punishment for not listening to me?"

"Yes," she answered.

"Good girl." I gently rubbed circles on her ass before my palm came down sharply in a slap. She jolted against the desk but kept quiet. I spanked her again and rubbed away the red before doing the same to the other side. I smelled the unmistakable scent of wet pussy and rubbed her ass again.

"Are you getting turned on, Ms. Addams?"

"No," she squeaked.

"Spread your legs."

She stepped her legs apart and my finger slowly swiped against her dripping pussy.

"Not only are you a little tease, but you're also a liar. You like when your teacher spanks you. Your pussy is dripping for me right now."

She moaned as I pushed one finger inside of her. My hand slapped over her mouth and I jerked her head back so she was looking at the ceiling.

"I wonder how wet you'd get if I finger fucked this pretty pussy instead of spanking you. Or if I licked up your sweet fucking juices and you take it like a good little girl. Huh?"

She nodded and I dropped to my knees behind her. "This will teach you to not wear slutty little outfits in my class."

My mouth surrounded her pussy and I sucked. "Fuck, baby," I said into her. "Fuck you taste so good. This is what spanking did you to, huh? You dirty little slut. You like being punished by your teacher. You like him taking advantage of you in his office while everyone else walks by. Isn't that right?"

She moaned as I shoved my whole tongue into her and wiggled it around. Her wetness dripped down my chin and splashed onto the rug. I spread her ass cheeks apart and spit on her asshole, tonguing that too. She moaned loudly and I bit her ass cheek before diving into her asshole again.

My tongue breached the tight little ring and she reached behind her and shoved my face further into her, which I gladly accepted. My fingers worked into her pussy quickly as I lapped at her rosebud at the same pace. She tasted so fucking good, I wanted my mouth on her forever.

"Mr. Jones," she moaned. "Ohhh myyy goooddd, yesss! Please please please don't stop! Fuck you're so good."

My tongue and my fingers continued their work until I felt her spasm all around my fingers. I fucked her asshole with my tongue through her orgasm before scooping up her cum and sucking it off my fingers. I stood up from behind her and unzipped my pants before freeing my aching cock.

"If you thought the spanking was bad, just wait until you're writhing around my cock. Are you on birth control?"

She shook her head and gripped the table.

"Good." I shoved into her forcefully, breaking the hymen barrier I had dreamed I'd be the first to tear. I didn't have it in me to go slow or not make it hurt, so I gripped her hips at a punishing level and pounded into her, showing her no mercy.

"You're. Going. To. Learn. Your. Lesson," I said between thrusts. Her ass bounced back against my hips with each collision.

"Yes yes yes yes," she chanted. "Oh my goooddd yes. Please. Harder."

I flipped her over so she was on her back and folded her legs around my waist. I then grabbed her hips and pounded into her again, finding her g-spot, over and over and over.

Reaching down, I rubbed her clit furiously and her face contorted into a different kind of pleasure. "Make it hurt," she said. "Please Mr. Jones. Punish me."

My hand moved up to her neck and I squeezed, her pupils growing bigger and bigger. "This will teach you not to defy me again," I growled. "You show me your ass and tits in this office, but not where anyone else can fucking see you. You got that?"

She nodded violently before rubbing her clit again. Her pussy fluttered around me as I exploded inside of her, unprotected.

"You- you came in me," she said, coming down from her high.

"Yeah. I did."

She smiled at me. "Good. Then it worked."