Pretext: She had been lusting after her teacher for weeks, and now as they stood alone he dropped his pants and threw them her way.
**This story has an unfinished ending - please comment ideas of how you would like it to end and I will write a few to make a sort of choose your own ending**
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There he stood, tall and intimidating. His upper body clothed with a familiar combination of his white T-shirt and black button up short sleeve that hung open. The cloth hung down his slender form, leading one's eye to the more exposed parts of his frame. The hem of his shirt rested ever so lightly against his erect cock, the flesh pointed directly at her as if willing her to make a move. Without words, the pair of blue jeans he had previously been wearing were tossed in her direction. They landed haphazardly upon her face, where she slowly removed them to place them on the floor. The room was quiet as she took a few cautionary steps forwards, her golden gaze occasionally meeting his cold, charcoal stare.
The neko's ears twitched, swiveling this way and that as the distance continued to shrink between them. Lowering into a kneel, she let her gaze wander from his scarred and burned face to focus on his delicious member that occasionally bounced inches from her face.
She inhaled, the deep breath straining her rounded melons against the thin fabric of her laced black bra and causing her breast to squish against each other - perfect fuckable cleavage that would squeeze his cock with ease if he so wished it. She was nervous, and it showed through her constant fidgeting that had her bubble butt cheeks swaying from side to side; a long black tail in tow
She pushed her hands against her thick thighs, fingers curling into a half fist while her plump, curvy lips pursed and parted slightly.
"Y-you sure?" She questioned in a soft tone. He gave no response - simply wrapping his hand around his meat to slowly begin stroking it. Her lip quivered for a moment, as she resisted enclosing her mouth around him and sucking hungrily. Instead, she restrained herself and only licked.
Her warm wet tongue met the tip of his sock and quickly went to work. Starting small, little lickes coated the head with abundant saliva and soft teasing pleasure. Each new lick found her reaching further and further along his shaft, until finally her lips fully parted and engulfed every inch.
At this, her stocking covered toes curled. The black fabric hugging her calves matching her overall outfit for the night. Bobbing her head slowly up and down had her hardened nipples going mad, the erect little mounds rubbing against the coarse fabric of her bra just enough to tease herself as she pleasured him.
Saliva dripped all along his skin, her mouth was quiet wet - watering at the thought of tasting the reward she planned to suck from him. Her tongue had brushed and wrapped around his length and with fluttering, flicking motions she teased against his sensitive skin. She made a point to occasionally swipe the entirety of her tongue in a large circular motion against him while the tip of her tongue would curve along the rim.
Then, she looked up at him. The lust behind her gaze was nearly palpable. The way her lips perfectly formed around his shaft while she sucked gave her quiet the lewd expression. To boot - her ears had tilted backwards just the slightest, flickering here and there.The simple flickings and attention to his head lasted for some time, as her jaw slowly began to feel a bit sore she pulled back for a moment to pace herself. She made a point not to stop the pleasure he felt, bringing one of her hands up to take up the absence of her lips. Slender fingers curled around his girth, settling in snuggly she began to pump her hand up and down. Occasionally, her grasp on his dick would tighten and speed up - varying at different speeds that all followed along a set rhythm of up, down, up, down. Her saliva working as a perfect lube as the squishing sounds of her skin against his could be heard in the silence between them.
She opened her mouth after some time of her hand work, curvy lips parting while her tongue slipped out past her lips and curled this way then that. The soft pink on her cheeks had remained, an obvious indicator of just how much she enjoyed handling his throbbing manhood.
Her hand had never slowed or released, yet as her mouth approached her strokes became shorter and focused on the bottom half of his shaft. Warm breath tickled his sensitive skin, announcing the closeness of her warm wet tongue and inner cheeks. Her lips made contact first, mostly closed now they had pursed to place a rather delicate kiss upon the very tip. This soft kiss quickly melded into more as she kept momentum, pushing him past her own closed lips. Her tongue was set and ready, assaulting any skin that passed her lips with another series of hungry flicks and licks.
Suddenly, her cheeks bowed in slightly as he would feel the pressure tighten around his head. Sucking ever so slightly, she began to bob her head just so, up and down - cutting herself short the moment her smooth lips passed the rim of his head. Her hand was covering the rest, easily adjusting to the bobbing of her head to give him the feeling of fully being squeezed.