Jamie Pays For Her Privileges

Jamie was wearing a particularly luscious outfit. She walked into my classroom in a short little white skirt and a white button down that she'd tied up just below her bosom. She had absolutely fantastic tits, they must've been double D's, firm and high up on her chest. I could barely take my eyes off them, they were aching to be caressed. School dress code didn't allow girls to show their midriff, but I never reprimanded her for it and she knew I'd never send her to the principle's office. In fact, I'm pretty sure she also took her bra off before my class because her nipples were poking out through the thin material and a hallway proctor would certainly send her to detention for that. But in my classroom, she knew she could dress however she wanted. She knew she was teacher's pet. I never troubled her if she forgot her homework, or needed to leave early for something without a note. All I wanted was for her to sit right up front so I could stare at those tits and occasionally get a glimpse up those tiny micro skirts she wore. That day, however, I decided she'd finally pay for all the liberties I'd afforded her. She'd just turned eighteen a few days before.

When the bell rang Jamie got up to go, her skirt rising even higher so I briefly saw the bottom of her firm ass cheeks before she pulled her skirt down.

"Jamie, I'm going to need to speak with you once everyone is gone."

"You do? Why?" she asked, confused.

"You'll find out," I said. "Have a seat."

The room emptied out and I got up and shut the door, locking it. I also lowered the blinds and closed them so no one would be able to see inside.

"What's going on, Mr. Frasier? Is something wrong?"

"Maybe," I said, a sternness entering my voice that I hadn't expected. "Then again, maybe not."

"I'm confused, Mr. Frasier." I detected a slight hint of fear, and it fed into my newfound feelings of power over her.

She scratched her head, pushing her beautiful, thick blonde hair over her shoulders. A few strands caught around her lapels and cascaded over the roundness of her breasts. She sat on top of her desk and pushed her arms behind her, using them as a kickstand, which made her breasts push out even further. A button, strained from her jutting bosom, accidentally popped out and revealed a very thin, light pink lace bra. I thought she'd been braless, but it was just a very thin one, more for show than support. I walked over to her and ran my fingers ever so lightly over the hem of the bra, tingling from contact with her warm flesh.

"Mr. Frasier? What are you doing?" she whispered, as if speaking any louder would make it all too real.

"Do you have any idea what it's like to watch you come in here every day, dressed like that?" I said.

"I don't know what you mean--"

"Don't play games with me," I said, scolding her. I grabbed her right breast with my hand and squeezed. She gasped.

"I thought you liked me," Jamie said, her hazel eyes big and innocent.

"I do like you, obviously," I said, reminding her of all the privileges she enjoyed in my class. "Now it's time for me to enjoy some privileges. Now, unbutton your blouse."

"Mr. Frasier, please--"

"Now!" I ordered.

She startled at my deep voice. Her eyes looked vaguely wet. She started unbuttoning the buttons on her shirt, one by one, the material bursting from the release of tension. Her breasts were so big and firm, they were aching to be released. Finally they were free, her shirt hung open with just the sheer pink bra. I could see her aereolas and nipples were a dark pink. I rubbed my fingers over them through the material, pinching the nipples, which were thick and protruding with arousal. She was sighing in spite of herself.

"Mr. Frasier...."

I pushed the shirt off her shoulders and unsnapped her bra. Her breasts were now totally free, taut and uplifted in their natural youth and perkiness. I couldn't wait any longer, I brought my mouth to first her right nipple and sucked on it hard, then her left.

"Ohhh..." she cooed. I gave a playful bite and she gasped again.

"You like that, Jamie?"

I swirled my tongue around her nipples even harder but she was still trying to hide the fact that she was so turned on, clenching her teeth and looking away. Another "Ahhh" escaped her.

"I said, do you like that?!"

This time, I pushed her breasts together and sucked both of her nipples at the same time.

"Oh, Mr. Frasier. Yes!"

"Yes what?!"

"Yes, I like that, sir!"

I pulled away lifted her off the desk.

"Turn around," I said. She complied.

"Take off your skirt. Not your slutty little panties, leave those on. Just your skirt."

She slowly slid her skirt down, leaving her pink little panties on. She stepped out of her skirt.

"Now bend over the desk." She did as she was told, pressing her breasts into the cold steel of the desktop. Her nipples, still wet with my hot saliva, left a faint halo of fog where they pressed down.

I ran my hand up and down her bare back, and finally to her as, which was pert and juicy. I gave it a good smack, which made her yelp. Then I ran my hand inside her panties and felt the smoothness of the cheeks, barely running my fingers along her crack.

"Keep your hands placed palms-down on the desk," I commanded. She had tried to adjust her panties while I caressed her. "Besides, there are coming right off." And with that, I took hold of them and gently slid them down, past her buttons, past her pussy which was now a visible pink slit, totally shaved and wet with anticipation, past her tan thighs and to her ankles. She moved to step out of them but I stopped her. "Leave them wrapped around your ankles. It looks really sexy, Jamie, you with your pretty pink panties wrapped around your ankles, bent over my desk. Do you know how hard I am for you right now Jamie? Give me your hand." I took her hand from the desk and brought it to my crotch, which was straining against the fabric, begging to be released. "Do you feel how hard you made me, Jamie?"

"Yes, Mr. Frasier."

"That's because you're so sexy, Jamie, and I've wanted you for a long time, with your big tits and tiny little skirts on display. You must be proud, Jamie, that you can make a grown man this hard for you." I unzipped my trousers and released my cock, all nine thick inches sprang forth, eager, already glistening with precum. "Look at it."

She turned her head to look at my cock, and her eyes widened. I slipped my fingers into her dripping cunt, ran my fingers up and down her labia and lightly teased her clit.

"Mr. Frasier, I need to tell you something."

"Yes baby, go ahead," I said, still rubbing her juicy cunt. It felt terrific. She gasped as I continued to finger her pussy. She moaned loudly as I inserted a finger into her tight hole.

"Mr. Frasier, I've...I've never..."

"Never what?" I said. Surely not...?

"I've never had actual sex," she blurted.

"You mean you're a virgin?" I pulled my finger out of her cunt in surprise.

"Yes."

"But I've seen you under the bleachers making out with boys, with your top off!" I was practically yelling.

"Yes, but we were just fooling around.

"Get on your knees." She complied. I positioned my cock right in front of her beautiful puffy red lips. "Did you fool around like this?" I asked, tracing my precum on her bottom lip. I could feel her breath on me and it made me want to shove it right in, but succeeded in restraint.

"Maybe," she said. I grabbed her hair and pulled it, not too hard but enough to surprise her.

"Lies!" I said.

"Okay, yes! Yes I've sucked dick," She confessed.

"Suck my dick. Lick it first, all the way around." She lapped up the precum and then swirled her tongue all around.

"Put my balls in your mouth," I said. She swallowed my balls into her mouth.

"Oh baby. Yes."

They popped out and then I took my dick and rammed it into her mouth."

"Suck me, you slut," I said, fucking her mouth.

She gagged and I brought my dick to the back of her throat. "Suck me like the bleacher cumslut you are," I said, grabbing her hair again. "That's right baby, ease your throat. I knew you'd be good at this."

I got all nine inches down her throat, it felt like heaven, but I didn't want to cum just yet. It was difficult but I pulled out. She gulped for air as saliva stretched from her lips to my cock. I rubbed my cock on her nipples, making them glisten with the saliva.

"Oh, Mr. Frasier. It's true, I love it. I love sucking cock. And your cock is bigger than any of the other boys' cocks I've sucked. I didn't even think I'd be able to handle it."

"You did so good baby. You handled it like a champ. Tell me baby, do you want to stay a virgin? Or do you want to learn what it's like to feel the deep pleasures of a woman?"

She was rubbing the saliva on her breasts, twisting her nipples, and still licking my cock up and down like she couldn't get enough.

"I want you to fuck me, Mr. Frasier. There. I think I always wanted that, but I was too scared to admit it," she said, looking me in the eyes, full of lust. "I want to feel you inside me with your big daddy cock and I want your cum so bad, I wish you could cum inside me and on my tits and in my mouth all at the same time," she said.

"You're a natural dirty little slut, you know that? I love that, you're so sexy. Turn around and bend over the desk again, slut."

This time I rubbed her pussy with my cock, up and town her slit and even up her ass. I opened her ass cheeks and rubbed my cockhead up against the bud of her anus.

"Have you ever had anal?" I asked.

"No. But I want to," she said. "It feels so good when you rub against it."

"But first I need that hot little pussy of yours. Open your legs wider baby," I cooed. She did, her panties still stretching around her ankles. I plunged my cock into her virgin tight pussy but it was so tight, I could only get about an inch inside. I rubbed her clit and she moaned in pleasure.

"Oh Mr. Frasier, you're driving me crazy. It feels so good, fuck me harder Mr. Frasier."

She relaxed a bit and I pushed my cock deeper in and finally past her hymen, which made her yell in pain and pleasure.

"It's OK baby. The hard part is over," I said.

"Oh Mr. Frasier, just keep fucking me, please, keep fucking me, it feels so good!"

"I love fucking your tight teenage pussy baby. Your tight virgin pussy is so hot baby."

"Mr. Frasier, I feel..oh, Mr. frasier!"

I fucked her harder, in and out, grabbing her hair and slamming myself all the way in til my balls were slapping against her ass. I could feel her vaginal muscles clenching even tighter around my dick, until I couldn't even pull it out, it grabbed me like a vice and I could feel her cum around my hard cock.

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhh!!!"

"Holy shit baby, you're so tight, I'm gonna cum too!"

I squirted into her tight teen pussy, collapsed over her.

"I can feel your hot cum inside me," she whispered, exhausted.

"That was incredible," I said. "You're an incredible person, Jaime."

"I was hoping you'd get to my ass but that might be too much for one day," she said.

"Yes. You've milked me for all I'm worth today, I'm afraid," I said. "But I'm pretty sure I can make some time in my schedule next week for a little private lesson," I said. She giggled.