Rachel was a curious 19 year old student, although she didn't have the best of records at her private school. She enjoyed most of her subjects, however she wasn't always the best at them. She found that she had a fascination especially within the sciences, and in particular biology, if not just for the subject. She was always interested further than most students in the new biology teacher. Not for his teaching abilities or his grasp of the academic text, but for his body. For weeks she had fantasised about Mr Brass, she had wondered what kind of body he had under his suit, wonder what he was like in bed and the size of his manhood. She had occasionally gotten lost in thought as she stared at his crotch from across the classroom. Finding her stomach filed with butterflies, she could feel her hands slowly move south under her desk towards the waist of her pleated skirt, finding the urge to secretly put her hands down under the waist line. She felt how wet her knickers got every time she imagined kneeling before him and taking his load down the back of her throat. She knew she was failing her class, she knew that she had no chance in passing the forthcoming exams, therefore Rachel decided to further her studies with a special kind of after class tutoring.
As most of her class mates stormed out of the room at the end of the day, Rachel had decided to purposely slowly pack her things, becoming the last of Mr Brass students to make their way to the exit. She stopped as she approached the door.
"Sir" she asked with an innocent voice, "what is your policy for extra tutoring?"
"As always Miss Gutter" Mr Brass replied, "my policy is to provide the best teaching to all my students. If you require any further help all you need is ask."
"Sir, there's no need to stand on ceremony here, please call me Rachel". She turns swiftly to face him, closing the door behind her, and coyly without him seeing, she turns the lock with her hands behind her. "It's just that, with the exams coming up, I'm struggling with certain areas of the subject. I'm worried that I'm going to fail certain aspects of my oral exam".
Rachel walked seductively towards him, stopping and leaning slightly over his desk. Her white blouse seemed a size too short, a purposeful choice when she had dressed that morning. "So Sir, I was wondering if you ... could ... help me with my oral skills?"
Mr Brass had become aware in the past couple of weeks of how this student had looked towards him. He was not to say flattered, or surprised, as a number of his students throughout his career had grown to come attracted to him, after all they had warned about this in the training. However Miss Gutter had provided something new to him from previous admirers. He always had had a schoolgirl fantasy, imagining fucking innocent schoolgirls in their uniforms. But Miss Gutter's body was amazing, not like those skinny slutty admirers of the past, she was a beautiful young curvaceous women; size 14 with an amazing set of breasts, and an arse to die for. He found himself suddenly wanting more, an urge to take this further.
"What oral skills do you think you need helping with then Rachel?" He asked, knowing in the back of his mind what she really meant. He could feel his cock swelling slowly in his trousers, something that he knew she had noticed when she had leant over his desk.
"Well you see Sir I'm having difficulty getting my mouth round the lengthy material." she said noticing the now quite large bulge in his trousers. She could feel herself getting wetter every second of her foreplay, something that she could no longer hold back. She briskly walked round his desk and pushed Mr Brass onto his seat, "I'm thinking that it's best to show you my problem with my oral skills, and let you be the judge of it".