A giant thanks to my second pair of eyes from Across the Pond, Irfon.
*** All characters are portrayed above the age of eighteen. ***
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"What exactly is this little meeting about, Mr. Cross?" Mrs. Morrison said as she leaned back against her desk and looked at her pupil. With her arms crossed, her breasts swelled up to almost overflow from her red blouse.
Lawrence Julian Cross III smiled up at the middle-aged math teacher. He took in her short frame like he'd done for months. She had to be at least a foot shorter than his six foot two inches. Her sandy blond hair was beginning to be tinted with wisps of gray. She wasn't overtly beautiful, but she was cute. Her blue eyes and the way her teeth continually scrapped her bottom lip when she concentrated was done right sexy. She was doable to any eighteen-year-old boy. And Cross, as everyone called him, was definitely an eighteen-year-old boy.
"I want to negotiate my grade, Mrs. M. I think I deserve at least a B."
"You haven't even turned in an assignment in a month. Why do you think you deserve anything but a failing grade?"
Cross placed his smartphone on the desktop in front of him and hit play. Curious, Cathy Morrison took a step forward and leaned down to see the image of two people having sex. Her gasp in surprise was cut off when she recognized she was one of the participants. The video was in this very room, with her bent over the desk behind her, and with a student. Her eyes slowly came up from the video to see Cross smiling a crooked smile. There was no humor in it at all.
"I'd hate to have this video accidentally found on the internet. You have a nice house, a nice family, and a pretty rich husband. It would be a shame if you went to prison for having sex with students."
"How did you get this?"
"I taped this. Hidden cameras are amazing. They're a hobby of mine. I like to find out what people do when they think no one is watching. You obviously like to have sex with young men. You like to suck cock too. I have quite a few videos with you doing that to poor innocent Ian. He looked almost reluctant the first time you did it. Don't worry. I won't be."
Mrs. Morrison blinked. The color had drained from her face. Cross saw the realization of her life disappearing, flash across her face. It took her a full minute for her brain to catch up to his words.
"What?"
Cross rose up to his full height and smiled when she recoiled slightly from his size. He wasn't overly muscular, but being a foot taller was enough to cause her some trepidation. "It's simple, Mrs. M. You're going to go over to the door and lock it. You should probably take your top off. Unless you like to swallow. I don't mind either way. In or on you is fine with me. But you are going to give me a B and suck my cock. How well you do will determine how nice I am to you."
"I won't." She said in a weak voice.
"You will. And you'll love it." Cross unbuttoned his slacks and pushed them down. His cock sprung free, fully erect. He loved when people squirmed. When he could control them. His father controlled him, and shit rolled down hill. Law of his universe. Mrs. Morrison was certainly squirming as she stared down at Cross' cock. "It's easy, Mrs. M. Obey or lose everything."
On stiff legs, Mrs. Morrison stumbled to the door and twisted the lock. When she turned around, Cross was sitting in her soft leather chair. He was leaned back with his slacks and school blazer lying on her desk, his cock sticking out between a pair of dark blue boxer briefs. His grin had turned wicked. It got bigger the closer she came. Hiking up her skirt, she knelt.
"I'm really a sweet guy, Mrs. M. I won't be rough or cruel. I just want to know what Ian felt with your lips around his cock. Mr. Number One Jock seems to get what he wants. It's my turn." He wiggled his cock at her as he smiled. "It's all yours."
Her light blue eyes were smoldering with hatred as she lowered her head and took control of his cock. Licking her lips, she seemed to decide it was better to make it quick. Her mouth suctioned around it and her head began to bob mercilessly.
"Easy, Mrs. M. Slow down." His hands tangled into her hair to stop her. "We need to take this nice and slow. Make love to it with your mouth. You take care of me and I'll take care of you."
She grunted a noise of submission. When she started again, she made tiny swallowing motions with her mouth. It pulled a groan of pleasure from Cross. His hands massaged her scalp as her lips and tongue did their magic. She was better than he'd imagined. The woman could turn pro.
"That's it. That's amazing. You've got the best mouth I've ever known. Damn, Mrs. M." He let her continue for another minute. "Okay. Okay. Stop."
Her head came up when he let go of her hair to look at him with puzzlement and a bit of fear.
"I can't have you hurting your knees. We'll switch. I'll gladly stand and let you do this to me as long as you want."
"I don't want to do this at all."
Cross gave her an exaggerated, tsk tsk. "Mrs. M. I've seen poor Ian in the locker room. His pecker is quite a bit thinner. Pencil Dick, is what a lot of guys call him. Mine is a nice beautiful size, don't you think?"
"No." She sat down in the chair as Cross leaned against the desk. The wheels of her chair complained as she slid around to once again take his cock into her mouth.
"Mrs. M." His voice was playfully admonishing. "You and I don't have to lie to each other. We don't need secrets. Secrets are what got you stuck on your knees. I'm an ass. Even I know that. I'm a devious little prick, but I do have a decent cock. It's massive compared to Ian's. Barely above average to others I've seen. Can you at least admit that? Rate it against all the cocks you've had. I'd like to know."
Her lips came off his cock and she looked at it with a critical eye. Wiping a bit of saliva from her mouth, she shrugged. "It's top five for me. I've had two thicker."
"Thank you for your honesty, Mrs. M. May I see your breasts now?"
She looked up at him as he waited with a look of curiosity on his face. He wanted to see fear, loathing, hatred, any emotion at all. He loved to see people bending to his will. She would. She'd do anything he wanted, and for as long as he wanted. Until he got bored and moved on.
To his satisfaction, her fingers trembled as she undid the front of her blouse. Slowly, her soft pale flesh came into full view. Her red lace push-up bra barely contained them.
"Take the bra off, please."
She dropped her blouse on the desk beside his pants and then worked to unclasp the bra. When it was on the desk, she sat back down in an attempt to hide her growing blush by getting back to her task.
"There's no hurry, Mrs. M." He said as he gripped his cock firmly in his hand to deny her. "Stand back up. I want to see those beautiful tits."
