Detention With Mr Bello

The total bummer about having a hot teacher is that it's all see and no touch, and no teacher is the worst offender of that than Mr. Aaron Bello. Mr. Bello is 6' and broad shouldered with well defined muscles and soft brown eyes. Since Hannah Thompson had first spotted him, Mr. Bello has had his black hair in the same 'short on the sides, longer on the top' haircut. But he hadn't started appearing regularly in her wet dreams until he came back this summer with a beard that turned him into a model straight out of an Italian magazine with all of that on top of his olive complexion. Lucky for Hannah, she got to stare at the man all through her first semester of detentions.

Hannah Thompson was a legal woman as of November, but the dress code at S.X. Cox Academy's main buildings sure didn't care. So here she was paying her dues for the absolutely breathtaking outfit she'd put together for her last day in the main buildings. They were making her serve it in the adulting portion of their campus because that's where she'd be spending her final semester anyways. They'd called it giving her a head start on the curriculum. Frankly, Hannah hadn't cared about anything else they'd said after she'd heard Mr. Bello was the one who was gonna watch her.

So here Hannah sat, in a short pink skirt and a thin white tang-top that showed off her 'air-conditioned into hardness' nipples. While she decided to go bra-less, a perk of having perky c-cup boobs, she'd chosen a thin pair of pale pink underwear for today's plans. A part of her couldn't help but think Mr. Bello had similar plans, with his tight pair of jeans and even tighter, one-size too small, tartan dress shirt. And yet he hadn't made a move from where he was reading at the teacher's desk directly in front of her. She couldn't help but think the ball was in her court.

She started off by checking if Mr. Bello was even paying her any attention. He didn't look up when she put her long platinum blonde hair up in a ponytail, making a small fuss by grabbing her portable mirror and hair brush from her bag, or when she rubbed at her unfazed blue eyes behind her contacts, loudly yawning. Mr. Bello didn't even twitch. So she was definitely safe.

Her first order of business was to get herself wet, and she could do that with a little imagination. Mr. Bello playing with her hard nipples, Mr. Bello coming up behind her to grind his hard dick into her, Mr. Bello's fingers sinking into her, Mr. Bello laying her down on his desk and fucking her hard. Hannah slipped a hand below the waistband of her skirt, she was definitely wet.

Using her middle finger she spread the wet spot of her underwear up and down her opening, giving her clit a little extra attention when she passes it. It only takes a few minutes until her underwear is irreparably soaked through, and she'd stared at Mr. Bello the whole time.

Moving on, Hannah slipped her hand into her underwear. Sticking the finger inside herself to make sure it was solidly covered, she couldn't help but let herself get a tiny bit distracted. Her eyes closed as she pumped her middle finger in and out of herself. Images of Mr. Bello making her fuck herself on his fingers played in her head. She could see herself going at it, moaning like a madman just from his fingers inside of her.

Something pinched at Hannah's nipples and she really did moan, those things were sensitive, but Hannah kept going. Her underwear was fully moved off of her entrance to give her hand an easier time and she'd slid a little lower in her chair for a better angle. And there it was again, followed with some hard breathing by Hannah's ear, and she should really figure out what's going on but it all felt so good.

And then there's mouth on her nipples, sucking her through that thin shirt she was wearing, and she was so close. Hannah could barely hear herself think over her own moans, but she definitely feels the rough hand wrap around her arm and pull her hand out from herself. She whines at it's disappearance, finally opening her eyes to find Mr. Bello sucking at her chest. And then he nibbles on her, and anything other then getting her in him leaves her. Mr. Bello moves his head off of her, panting hard with a heavy glint in his eyes.

"Hannah, are you aware of why S.X. Academy is known as the 'School of Sex'?"

"Because," Hannah takes a deep breath as her hand shakes to do something to get herself off. "Because all of it's teachers are fucking hot."

Mr. Bello smirks, and boy it's a good look for him, and shakes his head.

"No, it's because that special adulting curriculum you've joined includes a well-rounded education in sex," Hannah's never moaned for a sentence, never thought a couple of words strung together could get her even more impossibly wet. She was never any happier to be wrong. "Tell me what's gotten you so ready for me?"

Hannah's hands, damp right middle finger included, grab at Mr. Bello's dress shirt.

"You," The words tumble out of Hannah between heavy breaths. "You touching me. Grinding- You-. Your fingers in me. -Fucking me. Please- Please."

Mr. Bello's smirk somehow gets larger as he steps around in front of her, his hands sliding between Hannah's thighs and her chair moments before he picks her up like she's weightless. He walk back behind the teacher's desk, sitting down in the sturdy reclinable chair that lacked armrests. He places Hannah down in his lap and she can feel his hard dick between his jeans and her underwear.

"Let's start with that grinding."

It's all the permission Hannah needs to adjust herself, sliding just a bit farther up Mr. Bello's lap before she starts pressing down on him. His hardness presses up on her clit and Hannah arches to get those two body parts even closer together. She isn't the biggest fan of the roughness of his jeans, so she barely spares him a look before leaning back, undoing his belt, and unzipping his pants.

The room seems to get a couple degrees hotter when she realizes how strained and wet Mr. Bello's boxers are. The sight makes Hannah loose any remaining self-control, as her mouth makes it's way down. She hears Mr. Bello take a sharp inhale as she sucks at him through the thin layer of boxers. She goes at him like his dick is an ice cream cone for a little bit before she wraps her arms around Mr. Bello's neck, lifting herself up just a smidge before grinding down hard. Mr. Bello's hands find their way to her waist, helping her as he groans. It's only a few seconds before Mr. Bello is muttering to himself.

"So close. So close. So close."

He manages, in nothing more then a feat of Herculean strength, to shift Hannah away from his dick. Hannah humps herself on his leg, and isn't that the picture of beauty, but he has other plans.

"Hannah," Mr. Bello pauses to breath in a gallon of crisp air. "I'd much rather you fuck yourself on my fingers, not my leg."

Hannah almost pauses, hips humping just a little less, and gives Mr. Bello a pleading look. All he has to do is move his right hand so it lays palm up on his leg, pointer and middle finger towards the sky, and she's on him. Hannah starts going up and down faster then before because Mr. Bello's two fingers are much wider and rougher and not-her's then her's were. And all Mr. Bello can do is watch as those two fingers get eaten up by Hannah's body. She's moaning after a few minutes.

"Another, another! Please, Mr. Bello, please!"

Mr. Bello manages to add in a third finger as Hannah rises up just to spear herself with his hand. He watches her for a little while before whispering into her ear.

"I'm not teaching you right now, Hannah. Call me Aaron."

And she does more than just call him by his name. She whispers it between moans and pleads and there's only so much a man can take. Hannah doesn't even realize it when Aaron lets go of her to release his dick from his boxers. Aaron removes his fingers from her path the next time she rises off them and Hannah squeaks in startled surprise.

"Aaron! Aaron, please! Please, please, please!"

Aaron's hands wrap around her thighs again as he lifts her, brings her closer to him, and sets her down on his dick. She moans as it stretches her, makes the edges of her burn as she gets used to his thickness, and then she's off. He lets her fuck herself up and down on his dick for a little bit, soaks up how tight and wet she is, before he finds himself wanting more. He stands up, hands still supporting Hannah by her thighs, and pushes her up against the chalkboard.

He takes his turn doing the heavy lifting, setting up a steady tempo as he fucks her into the wall. Hannah's eyes are glazed over, her face red and tongue sticking out of her wide open smile. He needs more.

Aaron moves Hannah again, turning around and letting her drop an inch onto the desk. She lets her arms fall away from his neck as he holds her down at her waist. His dick is going into her like a jack hammer, speeding up steadily, and the only thing keeping her right on the edge of his desk is his hands. Hannah busies herself by playing with her own nipples. Aaron watches as she squeezes them between her fingers, watches as she still manages to stare into his soul with her face all slack from pleasure.

Aaron throws her legs over his shoulders, fixing his angle to really take Hannah's pleasure up a level, when he hits it and Hannah knows all this fun time is over.

"Aaron, harder! Please, more! Faster! Faster! Faster!"

Aaron listens, he pushes deeper, pushes harder, pushes faster. And then Hannah cums. Her eyes roll into the back of her head and she moans Aaron's name like it's the only word she's ever known, and Aaron keeps going. His breathing is a little ragged, and his patience for a tempo has left him in the chase for a release, but he keeps going and she feels it.

Even in her bliss Hannah feels the way Aaron's dick keeps pulling out almost all the way before slamming back inside her. Feels the way Aaron's fingers have to bruise her just to keep her from being fucked off the side of the desk. She feels as he hits that spot over and over and over again. She knows he needs to get off, needs to overcome his endurance, needs something. And her mind wanders to Aaron's chest and the hard nipples she can hear rubbing against his dress shirt, almost as excited as her own were.

Hannah's arms reach up blindly, fighting against gravity and the feeling of an oncoming second climax, just to wrap them around Aaron's neck. He pays her little mind, his eyes closed, as he tries to get more. Hannah sucks lightly at Aaron's neck, a groan falling out of Aaron's mouth as he gets louder, before she uses her teeth to unbutton the top couple buttons of his dress shirt.

She manages to open his shirt a little wider by re-adjusting her hands so one's sliding under his collar while the other pushes his shirt back to his shoulder. And then one of Aaron's nipples are finally free, Aaron hissing at the cold air hitting it each time he moves inside of her. Hannah pulls herself closer to him, catching her breath for a moment before licking at Aaron's nipple. Aaron moans out a plea as his thrusts get more reckless. And then Hannah sucks at the nipple as she lets her left hand wander under the unattended side of Aaron's shirt. Her left hand grazes a fingernail over the nipple which rewards Hannah with an added unconscious hitch of Aaron's hips and some yearning whines, and then Hannah squeezes.

Aaron's thrusts speed up as he fucks her through his release, and it's a long one. Each thrust is accompanied with the sound of moving past the cum that's filling up Hannah's insides. Hannah falls back onto the desk as she cums for a second time, the noise leaving her lips triggering Aaron to fuck her harder because it doesn't seem like Aaron's done just yet because she can feel that he's still hard inside of her.

And that's when a thought hits her. If Aaron liked his nipples being played with just like her, maybe he'd like to be played with in a different way just like she did. And wasn't that an amazing idea, watching Aaron get off with something in his ass.

Hannah seizes her chance, she lets her legs slide off of Aaron's shoulders, which is enough to drag Aaron out of his trance and slow him down into slightly confused slow thrusts. Hannah pulls Aaron closer by hooking her heels to the back of his knees, and she pushes herself up enough so her target is in reach. Her hands slip into the back of Aaron's jeans, pushing them down and Aaron closer to her. Aaron's thrusts are still there, but he's starting to grind into her in between them.

She wants him to come again, so she slips the same finger she'd been fingering herself on earlier into Aaron's hole. And Aaron doesn't notice. Or he didn't until she arches it straight into his prostate and something in Aaron seems to shift. His grip on her tightens as his legs almost give out, and his thrusts lull for a moment before he's thrusting backwards onto her finger. Between each thrust backwards, Aaron seems to find her G-spot with ease. And the whining, over and over again he pleads for more and Hannah can't help herself. She knows better than to add another finger into Aaron without some form of lubrication, so she returns her mouth to his nipple and sucks at.

Aaron cums for his second time with such a guttural groan that Hannah follows suit on some of Aaron's semi-aborted final thrusts. He steps away from her, going to take himself out of her, only to back himself onto his finger and Hannah decides to bend her finger one final time. Aaron moans, loudly, and another spirt of cum comes out of his dick and lands on her skirt. Then she takes it out of him, relaxing back onto the desk as they both catch their breath.

"I can see I made the right choice nominating you for this program."

She catches his eye, formulating ideas on just exactly how she'd get a dick to fuck this man from behind as he fucked her.