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Written by Diane (cuddlydbear) and Ken James
Author's note: When Diane and Ken decided to write together, she sent him this.
"It would be fun to role play with you, any scenario . . . especially my favorite ones. How about being my teacher and giving me some extra credit assignments? I've been a very good girl, and want to earn an A in your class. Tell me what to do to get it."
That's the origin of this story. We took turns writing sections without discussing content. A lot of the fun was throwing plot twists at each other. Except for minor editing, the posted version is unchanged from the original.
We hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it.
Diane and Ken
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Hello Diane. Come on into my office. Close the door, please. It's noisy out in the hall. Go ahead and lock it. I hate to be disturbed.
I'm always pleased when a student wants to do extra credit assignments. You've been a good girl and you're already near the top of the class. With some extra work, you'll definitely get an A. I like to challenge my students, so you'll find it hard but rewarding.
Before we discuss that, I have to say that you're a very attractive young lady. You realize you were a little careless with your skirt in class today. I think it's a little shorter than the dress code allows. Sitting there in the front row, you opened your legs wide and I was able to see your panties. The black lace suits you very well.
I'm surprised the dean hasn't talked to you about the dress code. Not only is your skirt too short, but your blouse is too tight and low-cut. It certainly shows your breasts off, though. They're big and beautiful. I doubt there are many men who wouldn't love to caress them.
I've been teaching for a long time. I know what you want. I don't do this often, but I want it just as much as you. Come here and kiss me.
You're a good kisser. You really know how to use your tongue. Your breasts feel good pressed against my chest, too. I know you can tell how aroused you're getting me.
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Oh, Mr. James, I love kissing you. I'm glad you think my breasts are beautiful. I've had a crush on you since the 9th grade, and now that I'm a senior, I think about you all the time. You are a very good kisser, and I love the way your tongue slides into my mouth. I dressed like this just for you. I know you watch me in class, and I always sit in front just so you can see me the way you want to. You feel so good pressed against me. I love how hard your cock is getting. You're such a wonderful teacher and an incredibly sexy man. You're getting me all excited.
Dean Johnson made me come into his office today so that he could talk to me about what I'm wearing. He was lecturing me about the short skirt and tight blouse. He tried to sound stern, but I could see the bulge in his pants even with him sitting at his desk. He kept staring at my breasts and he was breathing a little funny. I know he wants to touch and kiss me, but I only want you. All the time he was talking I kept saying " yes sir" so I could get out of there and come to see you. You're all I can think about. I try to do my best in your class so you'll be happy with me.
We can talk about my extra credit assignments another time. Right now I just want you to touch me . . . please open my blouse. I want you to touch my breasts. The nipples are so hard from rubbing against your chest. Oh, that feels good. Yes, go ahead and take them in your mouth. Ohhhhh, Mr. James . . . suck them . . . let me take your head and rub it against my chest. I love the way you feel. Take your shirt off. I want to feel your chest against me. Yes, that's the way. Let me lick your nipples. I know men like to have their nipples sucked too. Your nipples taste wonderful. Rub them against me. Press yourself against me now. I want to feel your hard cock pushing against my skirt.
Oh, yes! Mr. James, your cock is so hard. It feels so good pressing against my crotch. I want to rub it through your slacks. Kiss me some more. I love the way your tongue goes down my throat while you're humping me . . . oh, I'm getting so wet down there. Let me feel your bulging cock . . . mmm yes . . . you're so hard . . .
Oh, darn it . . . I have to go . . . I have cheerleading practice and if I'm late again the coach will throw me off the squad. I'll come back again tomorrow and we can talk about my work again. I'll wear another short skirt and tight blouse just for you.
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Hello Diane, come on in. I've been thinking about you since yesterday. The way you were "absent-mindedly" rubbing your nipples during the pop quiz this afternoon was really exciting. If I hadn't been sitting behind my desk, the whole class would have seen how aroused I was.
I noticed you in the ninth grade, even though you weren't in my class that year. You were a little sexpot, even before you matured. I watch you in your tight little cheerleading outfit at every game. I've overheard a lot of boys talking. They all dream about fucking you. I can't believe how lucky I am that you want me!
Don't worry about Dean Johnson. He likes looking at you too much to do anything about the dress code. I saw you leaving his office. He headed straight for the faculty men's room and locked the door.