As your teacher, I call you into my office after class. I see the nervousness in your stance as I usher you in. You know why you are here. Your grades in my math class are suffering and you know if you don't get the credit in my class, you won't graduate this year. I've waited four years for this moment. As of last month, you turned 18 and the possitibilities opened up to me. Walking in behind you, I get another good look at your ass. You don't realize it yet, but I am going to have that ass today.
"Well, we both know why you're here," I say. "Can you give me any reason why I should pass you?"
"You have to pass me," you plead. "If I don't pass your class, I don't graduate."
"I know that, but I can't in good conscience pass you just so you can graduate. I have to know you understand the material," I retort.
"I don't know why I can't understand it. I try so hard. It just doesn't make sense," you say. Tears begin to form in your eyes. You think the situation is hopeless.
"I tell you what. I have an idea of how we can get your grade up," I say, smiling lasciviously. The implication is lost on you. Your eyes start to brighten, thinking there may be a chance to graduate after all. My intentions don't dawn on you until you feel me walk up behind you and place my hands on your supple shoulders. I caress along your arms and you pull yourself away from me.
"How dare you!! I would never do something like that!!!" you scream. More tears flow down your face. You look at me in a new light. You see the dark smile on my face. You turn to leave. But I grab your arm and pull you against me.
"Where do you think you're going?" I ask. "I didn't say I was done with you yet. I don't care if you want to do this. This is going to happen. You've pranced around this place for the last four years like you own it. You tease every guy you ever come into contact with, including me. Now, you're going to know what happens to teases." Before you have a chance to protest, I kiss you on the lips roughly, mashing our lips together. Holding one arm tightly around your waist, I run my other hand up and down your body, taking in every inch. I feel you shiver from fear underneath my ministrations and it thrills me even more.
My hand finds the bottom of your blouse. I slip my hand up underneath and feel the tiny tits covered in the small bra. This just adds to your innocence and makes me even harder. You're openly sobbing now. I move you over to my desk and bend you over it, holding you down with one hand on the back of your neck. I slip my other hand around your waist and unhook your pants. I roughly jerk them and your panties down in one swift motion. The sight of your bare ass gives me pause. It's even more heavenly than I imagined. I start grabbing at it, spreading it apart and getting a look at your pussy, too. I start rubbing your pussy and much to your dismay I feel the wetness slowly begin to seep out.
