Good Girl Vs. Slut

All characters are over 18.

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Gasping and out of breath, shivering against the cold October air, Trisha arrived at her classroom. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and walked in.

Every pair of eyes was on the cheerleader as she hurriedly walked to her desk. Still clad in her cheerleader's uniform, Trisha was almost certain that the front row could see the bottom of her panties, poking out from under her swishing skirt. She tried to tug it down a bit as she reached her desk, but it only brought more attention to herself. Ashamed and embarrassed, she quietly began to pull out her books, still breathing hard. As she looked down, her eyes caught on her blouse and she blushed, mortified. It must have been colder than she thought – her nipples were rock-hard, and were visibly poking straight through her blouse.

"Trisha…you're very late." Mr. Braun's voice rang through the classroom. A couple of the boys in the row next to her were staring at her – her cheerleader's skirt barely covering her legs, her heaving breasts straining against the thin blouse, her skin sweaty and slick. One of them grinned when she glanced over at them.

"I…I know, Mr. Braun. I'm sorry."

"Do you have an excuse?"

"U-um…" Trisha's mind worked furiously. "Coach Pennings kept me late to do some drills. We lost track of time."

"Do you have a note?"

"U-um…N-no…"

Mr. Braun shook his head. "Then you don't have an excuse. I trust you remember that we have our mid-term today."

Trisha's eyes widened and her heart fell. She had completely forgotten.

Mr. Braun watched her reaction. "I see. Well, here's your copy." He unceremoniously plopped it on her desk. "You have thirty minutes."

Trisha looked up in shock. "Thirty minutes?? But…I…"

Mr. Braun interrupted her. "No, Trisha. I will not give you extra time just because you came in late. Now, you've already disturbed the class enough. Please get to work."

Humiliated and close to tears, the cheerleader looked down at the test. One of the boys was still leering at her, greedily taking in her short skirt, her bare slender legs. Trisha's glare was returned only with a broad grin. She could still feel the dampness in her panties from her frenzied orgasm in the locker room.

Oh God, I hope it doesn't leave a spot…

She clenched her teeth and buckled down to start on her test.

After what seemed like only seconds, the bell rang. Of course, Trisha had no chance. Mr. Braun's AP History tests were renowned for their difficulty, and as flustered as she was, with only half the class time, Trisha didn't even get to the last twenty questions. As the rest of the class filed out of the room, she stayed glued to her seat, frantically flipping through the pages.

This test is a third of my grade…I can't fail it! This can't be happening!

"Trisha, you are out of time. Please hand in your test."

The cheerleader looked up, her eyes pleading. "Please, Mr. Braun, I have a free period next! Please, can I just have some more time?"

Mr. Braun sighed, standing up from his desk chair. "Trisha…I wouldn't expect this from you. You've always been such a good student. You know, your grade is already falling from the first few assignments."

Trisha hung her head. "I…I know…"

"Now, I can't give you more time, because that would be unfair to the rest of the class. But…I will allow you to write an in-class essay as extra credit."

Trisha beamed up at him. "Thank you, Mr. Braun, thank you! Um…what should I write it on?"

Mr. Braun thought for a moment. "How about…the Louisiana Purchase. Explain the process by which Jefferson acquired the land."

The cheerleader's heart plummeted. Of all the topics in the world, how could he pick one from the only chapter she hadn't read? "U-um…okay…"

"Good. Get started, then."

For the first five minutes, Trisha struggled to find something to say, but it was hopeless. She didn't know a thing about the Louisiana Purchase.

What am I going to do?

This was her most important class – if she failed this test, it would ruin her entire transcript! Wondering if maybe she could ask to switch topics, she glanced up at Mr. Braun, and received a huge shock.

The teacher was staring straight down her skirt! It was painfully obvious, too, his pencil hanging limply in his hand, his mouth half open, his eyes intently blazing down at her crotch. As soon as she looked up though, Mr. Braun quickly caught himself.

"Ah…so…Trisha..I…trust you are doing well with your essay?" He hastily rearranged some papers on his desk, trying to look busy.

Trisha nodded. "Yes, thanks ,Mr. Braun." She glanced down at her lap, and realized that he could probably see her panties from his angle.

Gross!

Mr. Braun was checking me out? What is he, like forty?

But then, a different thought came to her, out of nowhere. This was her most important grade, and if she failed this test, she failed the class. So, if there was anything she could do to get out of failing, she should do it, right? And if Mr. Braun was checking her out, well, that meant he was attracted to her, which meant maybe if she tried to… Trisha paused, shaking her frenzied head as she tried to think.

How can I be thinking about doing something like this? Seducing a teacher? That's so awful!

Lost in her thoughts, Trisha nervously shifted on her chair, uncrossing her legs and crossing them again. This time, she directly saw Mr. Braun's eyes flicker up, despite his best efforts, to watch the cheerleader's smooth legs slide under her tiny skirt.

Whoa…he's definitely checking me out.

Trisha bent her head over the test ,pretending to write but keeping an eye on her teacher. He was wiping his brow now, looking like he was trying to concentrate very hard.

Wow…I've really gotten to him. I think if I tried to, I definitely could…No!

Trisha shook her head and closed her eyes in frustration.

This has got to be a dream! I can't believe I'm even considering something like this!

She looked up at the clock. Time was running out. There was no time to think anymore. The panic was rising in her chest, and in her frantic desperation, she saw her entire school career flash before her eyes – all her hard work, her grades, her AP credit, her college applications. She had to decide.

Oh God…I've got no choice…

She waited for a few seconds, nervous, her heart pounding. Taking a deep breath, she stood up again, picked up her papers, and walked over to Mr. Braun's desk.

The teacher looked up, his face slightly red.

"Mr. Braun, can you help me, please?"

The teacher coughed again, rearranging himself on his chair. Was he trying to hide a hard on? "Yes, Trisha, what is it?"

"I just wanted you to look at this sentence." As she asked, Trisha leaned forward onto his desk, letting her long brown hair cascade over her shoulders. The cheerleading blouse was cut low, and she knew that at this angle, Mr. Braun had a great view of her boobs. She wondered if he could see what color her bra was. Inside, her heart was pounding, and the girl's mind whirled as she tried to figure out how to act, what to say, what to do. And in the middle of it all was her disbelief about the whole situation, and some desperate, half-serious hope that this was all just a daydream.

"Ah…um…which sentence now?"

"That one." Trisha pointed randomly, leaning further now, resting her elbows on his desk as she watched him helplessly try to concentrate on the paper, try to ignore the petite cheerleader exposing half of her ample chest to him. She flashed her cutest smile at him.

"Well..uh…it seems fine to me." It was clear that he hadn't read the sentence either.

"Oh…okay. Thanks!" Trisha stayed in her position, leaned over, her chest thrust forward, her smile sweet and innocent. Her mind was flooded with questions.

How far do I have to go to get a good grade? Second base? Third base? Should I just come out and say it? Maybe I should be more coy…but what if he says no? What if he doesn't take the hint?

"Ah…Trisha…is there something else I can help you with."

The cheerleader looked down in embarrassment, as she realized she had been staring at him for several seconds without a word. She tried to think of something to say.

My uniform. I'll talk about my uniform.

"Mr. Braun, do you mind if I ask another question? What do you think of our cheerleading outfits?"

Mr. Braun was taken aback. "Um..I'm sorry?"

"You know, our cheerleading outfits!" Trisha twirled around for him, knowing as she turned that the pleats of her skirt were riding up with the motion, teasingly giving him a glimpse of her ass. "What do you think of them?" She leaned back down on his desk. "It's just that…well…I think they're a little…slutty." Her mouth twitched involuntarily as she forced the word out of her lips, but Mr. Braun didn't seem to notice.

"S…slutty?"

"Yeah." Trisha nodded, keeping her cool, ignoring the frenzied thumps of her heart as it careened against her ribcage. "I mean…the blouse is so low-cut, the skirt is so short. I mean, look, Mr. Braun! You can practically see my ass whenever I bend over!" She hastily turned around and bent for him, thrusting her ass forward. She couldn't help feeling a slight twinge of amusement as she watched him desperately try to tear his gaze away from her body.

"I…Trisha…this isn't appropriate."

"Well…" Trisha turned back, and smiled sweetly at him. "I'm just kind of worried that people are getting the wrong impression. I mean, do people think that just because the

clothes

are slutty, the

girl

is slutty too?"

"Ah, well…no…I don't think anyone thinks that, Trisha."

"Oh…good…"

That wasn't the ideal answer,

she thought, a little annoyed. The ideal answer would have been to call her a dirty slut so they could just get down to business right away. But Trisha pressed on. It was all or nothing, now. She knew that she would have to make the first move; Mr. Braun was way too nervous. The cheerleader leaned back down, her eyes staring straight into his, sexy and mischievous. "Because…I wouldn't want anyone to know the truth about me."

"The…truth?" Mr. Braun was stunned, and his face was beet red.

"Oh yes, Mr. Braun!" Trisha flashed another sweet smile. "The truth. …That I spend entire classes fantasizing about being having sex. …That I love sex more than anything in the world." Her mind whirled as she came up with more lies as she spoke. "…That I can't even wait to get home to masturbate, so I do it in the girls' bathroom."

She watched as Mr. Braun's eyes widened with each word. He was hanging on everything she was saying, his mouth gaping, unable to speak.

What next? What now?

This was it…the moment when she finally had to go for it. Her mind went blank as she started to panic, and she desperately opened her mouth, forcing words out of her mouth.

Say anything! Anything at all!

"And…and…that I love nothing more than sucking off a nice, big fat cock…like…I don't know…yours?" As soon as the words burst out of her mouth, Trisha had to stifle a gasp. What had she done??

Did I really just say that??

Mr. Braun stood up in shock. "Trisha! That's…that's not…"

Oh no…

Trisha panicked; he wasn't going to say yes! She could get expelled for this. Panic burst through Trisha's chest like a deep breath.

It's too late...I can't take it back. I have to get him to go along with me. He has to…he has to!

She frantically clambered over his desk, sinking to her knees in front of him, grabbing his hips and guiding him towards her face.

"Please Mr. Braun…please let me suck your cock."

Mr. Braun shook his head. "Trisha, this is…fired from my…not right..you'll be expelled."

No, please! Don't back out now!

The cheerleader tried desperately to ignore the growing lump of terror in her throat, pushing away the fear in her mind as she began to unbuckle his belt, looking up at him with pleading eyes, continuing to coo softly.

"No one has to know, Mr. Braun. Please…" She pouted up at him, her brown eyes big and sweet. She slid his fly open, and triumphantly felt a growing bulge in his boxers. He knew it was wrong, but he wanted it. He wanted her.

"I…I…"

"Don't worry about it Mr. Braun. I won't tell anyone."

That's for sure,

she thought to herself, ashamed, as she gently pulled his pants and his underwear down to his knees.

I can't believe I said those things…I can't believe I'm going to do this.

"Trisha…" It was the only word left that Mr. Braun could use in protest. The cheerleader gently took his half-hard dick in her hand, stroking it. She had never given a blowjob before; what was she supposed to do? Frantically, she thought about the few pornos she had mistakenly seen on her brother's computer, the times she had overheard girls gossiping and giggling about it in the hallways.

No teeth,

she remembered.

And…deepthroat…

she thought. Guys like it when you shove their cock down your throat…right?

"Oh…man that feels nice Trisha…"

"It does? Do you like it, Mr. Braun?"

"Yeah…please, call me Joe. Yeah…"

His dick was growing in her hand, and she expected it to stop, waited for it stop, but it didn't.

Oh, God. He's so huge!

"Yeah…keep stroking me Trisha, keep stroking me…"

Keep talking. Tell him what he wants.

"Mmm…Joe…you like me jacking your dick off, don't you?" She slipped her hand up and down his hard dick, feeling it throb in her hand. What should she do? Should she just take him into her mouth right now? Mr. Braun's eyes were wide, staring hungrily down at her. Unsure of herself, Trisha hurriedly slipped the tip of his dick into her mouth, sucking gently.

"Ohhh, yeah, Trisha…that's a good girl…"

Trisha bobbed up and down on the head of his dick, feeling the slick softness of his dick against her lips, her hand still stroking his shaft as she sucked.

It's not that bad,

she thought to herself, as she sat on her knees, slurping, looking up at Mr. Braun to gauge his reactions.

"Yeah…yeah…" Mr. Braun had one hand on the back of her head now, gently guiding her in as she rocked back and forth. His shock and timidity was gone now, replaced by a completely new hunger, a lust for this teenage cutie. He seemed like a completely different man.

"You probably suck dicks all the time, don't you Trisha. I bet you're real good at this, a cute little girl like you. All the boys are lining up to get their dicks sucked by a pretty thing like you, aren't they?"

What?? Is that what people think of me? I'm not like this! I'm a good girl!

But Trisha tried her best to play along. She popped his dick out of her mouth and smiled. "Oooh…yes, Joe, but your dick is the best of all, I like yours the most." She inserted his meat back into her mouth, but she was suddenly overcome by a wave of shame. How could she be saying all these things? Worst of all, the cheerleader realized that she didn't even have to think about what to say – somehow, she just knew the exact words Mr. Braun wanted to hear, and as soon as she opened her mouth they effortlessly tumbled out.

Why is this so easy for me? Why is it so easy for me to act like a slut?

Mr. Braun smirked down at her, his hand gently pressing her forward, back onto his rod. "That's right, Trisha, take me in, deeper…"

Trisha tried to obey, sliding the tip and a bit of his shaft into her lips, continuing to jack him off. Already, her mouth felt stuffed to the brim, the massive rod spearing into her, forcing her to stretch her jaw wide to accommodate it.

"Deeper, Trisha, deeper…"

I can't…

the cheerleader thought desperately to herself. But his hand was pressing into her, forcing her down. She rocked her heard towards him, ignoring the silent, instinctual protest of her tongue and her tired jaws. Her lips smacked and drooled at the effort, slobbering loudly as she eased herself forward.

That's far enough!

She bobbed back and forth, feeling her saliva coating his dick, sliding the bottom of his shaft across her tongue.

I can't possibly take any more!

"Yeah…that's good, Trisha. Come on, take me all the way in, take me into your throat. I know you can."

Trisha let out a muffled moan, still gently rocking back and forth. His cock was so big, it was already too much – shoved up against her tongue, spreading her lips. But his hand was pushing and pushing, and Trisha knew she had to obey him. So she forced herself forward again, feeling the shaft slide even deeper, her stretched lips on fire, the back of her mouth involuntarily fighting back against the strange, massive invader.

Come on…come on…

She could feel his hardness, his thick shaft pressing up against her lips and her tongue, throbbing, stabbing against her throat.

You can do it…

Trisha forced herself forward again, holding her breath, and then…

"Ghhhhaaagh!!" Trisha went too far. Her throat convulsed. She yanked the dick out of her mouth, and a trail of her slobber followed it, dribbling onto the floor. The cheerleader's chest heaved as she gagged and coughed, trying to catch her breath, and she wiped her sloppy mouth with the back of her hand. Her stomach felt like it was about to flip over. Mr. Braun let out a loud laugh.

"Yeah! That's it, Trisha, you nasty little girl! Gag on my big dick! Yeah…my dick's so big that it chokes even a slutty cheerleader like you, huh?

Trisha looked up through her gagging at his excited face. Somehow, her teacher had transformed from the stuttering, red-faced man into a horny, frenzied creature, wild with enjoyment at getting head from a cute teenager.

Egg him on,

she told herself, .

Tell him what he wants to hear.

"Ooo, Mr. Braun…God, your dick is huge! I've never had trouble before, but yours is just too big for my little mouth!" As she talked, the same, shameful thought as before crept into her head:

Why is it so easy for me to talk dirty to him? I can't believe I'm doing this…

"Yeah, Trisha, yeah…take that cock back in."

The cheerleader did as she was told, grasping his slippery dick in her hand, guiding him into her mouth. She felt his slobbery shaft once again against her tongue, pressing down on it, forcing her lips open. Back and back it went, wet and slick, deep in her mouth, up against her throat, and…

"Agghhh!!" Trisha choked again, her coughs muffled against his dick, her eyes beginning to tear up as her gag reflex kicked in. This time, though, Mr. Braun didn't let her pull him out. His hand was firmly on the back of her head, and he guided her back down, forcing the cock into her mouth. Trisha let out a loud moan of protest, but it was stifled by his dick, and her crazed teacher took it as one of arousal.

"Yeah, you nasty girl! You just keep gagging on that cock!"

Trisha let him guide her mouth down on his dick, still jacking him off with her hand, her lips tightly locked over his soaked shaft as he firmly drove her forward.

No, too far,

she thought frantically,

too far!

She gagged again, her eyes watery and red, her nostrils flaring as she desperately tried to take a breath through her nose. But her choking only seemed to spur Mr. Braun on, and she felt his hand tighten on her head, gripping her by the hair, pushing her down. Her chest and her shoulders heaved as she choked again, her throat screaming out in protest as her teacher shoved his dick down it. Gurgled, slobbery moans slipped out of her lips as the cheerleader tried her best to accommodate him, opening her mouth wider then she thought possible. She could feel the heat of his throbbing meat piercing inside her, stuffed against the insides of her cheek, fucking deep. She gasped for breath as he thrust into her.