Ever since I'd sucked off Mr. Stinson's cock, I was hungry for more. His cock was a beauty to suck on, big and hard, he'd filled my mouth with his male cream, and the idea of that hard pole of horny male flesh penetrating me, driving in right to the balls, made my panties wet. Before every math class, I'd need a tampon to soak up all the juices I was churning with, creaming my jeans while in class, oh yeah, get a huge wet spot, fuck, would my classmates ever give me a hard time about that!
Today was no different, daydreaming about holding that stiff prick, bathing it with my hot mouth, then the jarring thrust as he pulled out and rammed it into my creamy horny cunt, oh yeah, fuck, I needed it, wanted it so much.
Mr. Stinson was going up and down the rows of our desks, passing back our math tests. He slipped my test back to me, and there was a small note on top. I looked at it, read the note, and my heart started thumping. It read:
"Miss Bailor, please report to class after the final bell rings. This is NOT a request."
I could feel my pussy throbbing, oh fuck, he'd hit one of my weak spots. Being ordered to do something turned me on like crazy. I didn't need some new age boy, fumbling around, asking a million questions, acting like fucking was supposed to be a consensus. I wanted to be told what to do, ordered to take that cock, and let the man, a REAL man, lead the way.
With Math being my second last class of the day, I was counting the seconds in my last class of the day until the final bell rang. I dawdled, went to the girl's restroom, and slipped out my tampon, it was soaked. Hoping that I would soon have a hard, solid, flesh and blood replacement sliding into me soon, I eased open the door, the hallway was deserted. I quickly made my way to Mr. Stinson's classroom. I entered, seeing that he had closed all the blinds, I closed the door behind me, locking it. Mr. Stinson grinned at me.
"Miss Bailor, now that you are here, we can begin. Get over here, strip your ass naked, then put your hands behind your neck, clasp them together, lift your arms up to shoulder height, and hold them there until I tell you otherwise."
He was using the teacher in command voice, I could feel my juices start up again, the lust was prickling at my tight pink walls so delightfully. I stripped quickly, my pussy was seething with need. Lacing my fingers together behind my neck, I could feel my boobs stretch a bit as I lifted my elbows up to shoulder height. My 18-year-old body was bared, and ready for him to use.
He had a smile, it looked like he knew very well that I had a large submissive streak, and he was looking forward to taking full advantage of it.
His eyes devoured me, his hands slid up, and he ran his fingers through my long russet color hair, his blue, piercing eyes gazing into my hazel ones. Mr. Stinson's hands and eyes combined, sliding down over my full, red lips, down the curve of my chin, eyes, and hands going lower, his eyes locked onto my 34C chest. Having my arms behind my neck had helped to thrust my chest out to him, my nipples were stiff, hard as bullets, displaying how fully turned on I was. He cupped my boobs, sliding his hands around them, he stroked and toyed with my nipples, twisting them slightly, then tugging at them, making surges of pleasure rush to my pussy. My soft moans made him smile.
When he pulled his left hand back, his right hand slid down my body, over the plane of my stomach. sliding over my clean, well-waxed mound, fingers questing lower until he found what he was reaching for. My eyes flared, and I let out a long, drawn-out AHHHHHHH of pleasure as I felt his fingers sliding over my lips, three fingers poised, then thrusting into my wet, soaking pink folds. I gasped, the stretch of my tight hole opening up around the plunge of his fingers felt so good. His fingers started to pump in and out, slowly, then with increasing rapidity.
"Take it, baby, gonna finger fuck your tight cunt, get you all ready, then I'm gonna ram my cock into your tight fuck hole, and you're gonna love being fucked, my cock is going to make you cum like an overheated little slut."
I growled, hearing him tell me what he was gonna do to me, made my lust burn like crazy. Having been ordered to keep my hands behind my neck, letting him do as he pleased, was making me crazy with lust. No "would you like," or "do you want to" bullshit. Ordering me to submit to his toying with my body, telling me what he was gonna do to me and that I was gonna love it, I was quickly becoming the overheated little slut that he said I was.
