It had been a long day, I was dying to go home and definitely didn’t want to have to stay back after school, but I knew that Mr Fields burg would probably keep my back again. The bell rang and I got up in a hurry, hoping that I could slip out the door without him seeing me.
“Wait” he said, as I stopped among a crowd of people.
“I really need to get home early tonight” I said, feeling extremely angry. Mr Fields burg stood up and walked to the door, closing it and turning back to me. “I need to talk to you” he said, looking at me with his dark blue eyes. “Okay” I said, standing up straight and waiting for him to say whatever it was that he wanted to say. “You’re not putting any effort into the assignments that I give you” he said, “Why don’t you bother doing the work you are required to do?” How was it possible that a 30 year old man could say things like this to an 18 year old girl? I stood silent for a moment then spoke. “Mr Fields burg” I said, “I do try my best, it’s just that I haven’t been feeling very well lately”. He took a sip of his water then sat back down. “I understand that you may be having personal problems” he said “And I don’t expect you to share them with me, I just want to know that you’re trying you’re best”. “Well I am” I said, “So can I go home now?” He looked at me angrily and said “No, you can’t go home yet, I need you to stay behind and finish what you were supposed to do last lesson”. I felt speechless; I didn’t want to end up failing but staying behind seemed like a horrible thing to have to do. “Here’s the sheet” he said “So you just need to copy this down then answer the questions”. I agreed to do as he said and sat down, trying to prepare myself for a long hour of boring work. He seemed to look at me a lot while I worked, which started to make me feel rather uncomfortable. His eyes travelled up and down my legs and he seemed to be trying to look up my skirt every time I moved my legs. The room was hot and stuffy and I started sighing and moving around more, feeling more and more uncomfortable in the hard chair I was sitting in. I yanked at my school top in frustration and all of the top buttons came undone, revealing my black lace bra. I noticed it but seemed too embarrassed to do it up so I just pretended I didn’t notice and looked back down at my page. Mr Fields burg cleared his throat and shuffled around in his chair several times, looking at me every few seconds. I could feel his eyes on me; it was like I could sense it all the time. It was exciting though, having a teacher look at me. For some odd reason I thought it would be fun to slightly open my legs and let him see my underwear, this made me giggle a bit and I tried my best to hide my smile. He cleared his throat again and I looked up at him, seeing the uncomfortable look on his face. “How much longer?” I asked, “Not long” he said, “I’ll drive you home myself if there’s no other way for you to get home”.
I agreed and went back to trying to finish the questions. He pretended to be working too but I could see that his mind was on other things, he seemed turned on, it was written all over his face, as it was probably written all over mine too. I was wet now, just by knowing that he was sitting there at his desk casually looking up my dress and down my top every now and again. About ten minutes later he stood up and said “I’ll take you home now, have you finished your questions?” I told him I had and waited for him to open the door. As he was unlocking it I thought I noticed a bulge in his pants. I tried not to let him notice that I was staring but it seemed to fascinate me, I just wanted to reach out and grab onto that bulge. I wanted him to touch me now, all over. He was quite an attractive man, maybe in his 30s or so. He was definitely a lot older than me but I didn’t mind, I’d always had a thing for men older than me. We got into his silver car and I watched him stare at me as my skirt rode up my legs. “D- -Don’t forget your seatbelt” he said, stuttering and still looking at my legs. He started the car and started to drive off, I could see the bulge in his pants growing and I reached out and out my hands on it, watching his eyes widen and his hands shake as I did so. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Touching you” I said, “Don’t you want me to?” “I do” he said, “I’ve wanted you for a long time now”. I smiled and said “Let’s go to your house then, we can spend some time together”. He drove to his house and we hurried out of the car. His house was massive and my mouth dropped open when I saw it. “Nice house” I said, hurrying to the door. We walked in and he took me to his bedroom. “Take off your clothes” he said, sitting down on a chair to watch me. I slowly undid the rest of the buttons on my top and then unhooked my bra, letting him see my breasts. He smiled and told me to keep taking my clothes off. I took my skirt off and slowly stepped out of it, placing it on a pile with the other clothes. I slowly pulled my underwear down to my feet and put that in a pile too, now standing fully naked with him sitting there watching me. He walked over to me and grabbed onto my breasts, feeling them and then sucking on my nipples. “Oh, that feels so good” I said, “Keep touching me”. I moaned as he slipped his fingers into me, putting them in deeper and deeper. He smiled eagerly then pulled down his pants, urging me to suck on his cock. I did what he wanted and sucked on it, hearing his moan as I did so. We got on the bed then and started kissing passionately, pressing our bodies close together as we did so. I gasped as his massive cock went into me, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. He started sweating then eventually came, taking himself out of me so I could taste his cum in my mouth. “I’ll take you home now” he said. “Sure” I replied, “Want me to come to your place tomorrow?” “Yep” he said, “Definitely”.
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