Immodest Teacher
It had been a tough day at work; I was thoroughly worn out by the sheer volume of tasks and, on top of that, irritated by my colleagues' complaints about life, which repeated themselves in a loop day after day. I really wanted to go home and relax by watching another series, but unfortunately, I had to stop by the school where my friend worked as a teacher, as she unexpectedly needed my help.
Sasha and I had been friends for a long time; she was extremely pleasant to talk to and surprisingly won me over with her kindness and modest character. Her physical attributes rarely left me indifferent either. A petite brunette with short hair, she had a sensual mouth and
seemingly small due to her height, but very elegantly and seductively sagging third-size breast pouches and a small, neat butt. Spending every day educating a bunch of young rascals, she was extremely shy about asking adult, unfamiliar men for help and therefore seemed very defenseless to me. She might have been good at English, which she taught, but she was not friends with technology. So, when the printer in her office ran out of toner almost at the very end of the workday, she, of course, urgently asked me to help with the replacement."Andrey, what are you doing?" she exclaimed in surprise, but I was already greedily kissing her, ignoring the protest.
She tried to resist and pressed her palms against my chest, but this uncertain and weak resistance only further provoked me. In the madness of wild excitement, I saw before me a sweet and defenseless victim whom I really wanted to subdue and fuck. She had no chance of stopping me. I was tall, broad-shouldered, and quite large, and regular trips to the gym did their job, so I had no shortage of physical strength. I suddenly realized how stark the contrast between us was: a small, modestly dressed gray mouse was writhing in my tattoo-covered arms and helplessly pounded tiny fists against my broad chest, covered by a T-shirt with a bright, hooligan print. Gradually, she gave in and became more pliant, stopped trying to push me away. This spurred me on. I wanted to fuck her, and I intended to do it in the dirtiest and roughest ways that came to mind, completely disregarding the consequences.
Moving my other hand to Sasha's butt, I squeezed both halves and with a sharp movement spread them apart. A protesting cry was drowned in rapid, excited breathing. The little bitch definitely liked being groped roughly. I was getting even more turned on, greedily nibbling her neck, when, taken aback, I felt her hand stroking my erect cock through the fabric of my pants.
I looked into her eyes and saw only intoxication with desire. The modest teacher turned out to be quite the lustful slut.
"I think you want to suck my cock?" She stared at me uncomprehendingly.
"Come on, come on, bitch, get down and suck." I said, lightly pressing on her shoulders.
Sasha obediently knelt down, and I took my cock out of my pants. The tip of the head was already exposed, and droplets of precum had appeared on it. Unexpectedly, watching what was happening, Sasha reflexively licked her lips. Unable to resist the temptation, I abruptly shoved my cock into her mouth. The teacher coughed but swallowed the cock to the root. Her eyes rolled back in bliss.
"Oh, what a wonderful cocksucker you turn out to be," I muttered, once again thrusting sharply into her throat. "What, do you like sucking, bitch?"
Sasha mumbled something incoherent—the cock in her throat, of course, prevented her from speaking.
"What? I didn't understand?" I pulled her head back by the hair with my hand and slapped her cheek a few times. "What are you mumbling, cocksucker? Do you like sucking my big cock?!"
"Very much..."
She said this, breathing raggedly and, it seemed, barely forcing herself to tear away from the process. But I wasn't satisfied with such an answer. Moreover, I wanted to punish her for daring to hide her lustful nature behind feigned strictness and decency. She was clearly a depraved girl hungry for fucking, whose place was exactly where she was now: on her knees in front of an unzipped fly with a cock in her mouth.
"You're a teacher," I said mockingly, lifting her chin so it was convenient to look into her eyes. "Be so kind as to construct a complete, grammatically correct sentence. Do you like sucking?"
"Yes, Andrey, I really like sucking your dirty cock."
"Let's see what's going on with your pussy. It's probably already dripping like the last whore, right?"
I made her stand up and inserted my index finger into her vagina—it simply sank into the lubrication.
"Oh, damn, wow!"
Without removing my finger from her vagina, I pressed her to me with my other hand and plunged into her lustful little mouth, violating it with my tongue. And just in time, because it allowed me to muffle the moan that escaped her. She clearly liked what I was doing, and I liked her enthusiasm and intense reactions. Adding another finger, I began energetically fucking her little pussy with them, making her tremble and arch. It was clear that Sasha was trying her best not to scream, but she wasn't doing too well: the remnants of self-control were gradually leaving her, yielding to blind desire. Too desperately she dug her nails into my back, too convulsively she held her breath in attempts to bury her face in my chest and not moan at the top of her lungs. It was inconvenient for me to please her with my fingers due to the considerable height difference, so I picked her up and sat her on the teacher's desk. Small and light, Sasha didn't even reach my shoulder.
"Funny," I noted to myself—"No wonder they joke that the more petite a girl is, the more convenient it is for her to suck, and the more willingly she does it. Seems like that's exactly the case with my supposedly decent teacher."
This turned out to be quite convenient, and so, when my movements became more intense, I had to press Sasha against the desk, covering her mouth with my hand. She was clearly already on the edge and didn't notice how she was impaling herself on my fingers. And it didn't surprise me at all when soon, trembling finely, she arched her whole body and moaned sweetly.
"Did you cum?" I asked with a smile, letting her catch her breath a little. "Good girl. But I haven't even started yet."
She had barely recovered from the orgasm when I pulled off her soaked and thoroughly annoying panties and began examining her shaved pubic mound and neat pink little pussy, oozing lubrication. Sasha tried to close her thighs, following my gaze, but I stopped this attempt. Why should she be embarrassed now, lying on the desk with her makeup smeared after diligent sucking? What modesty could this little lustful bitch have, who just came from me fucking her with my fingers? This angered me a little, so I lightly choked her, giving her a couple of slaps.
"Do you want me to fuck you, whore?" I inquired, still holding her by the neck.
"Yes, I do," she uttered in a choked voice.
"Then ask me properly."
"Please, Andrey, fuck me."
Sasha squirmed impatiently as I began carefully sliding the head of my cock along her pink labia. It was so cute that I couldn't restrain myself and forcefully drove my cock into her. She let out a slight cry of pain, and I even closed my eyes in pleasure, not without surprise discovering how tight her little pussy was. Despite the abundance of lubrication, my tool was clearly too big for her, so at first I moved very carefully and slowly, but it was hard to hold back. Moreover, Sasha started moving her hips to meet me, and that just blew my mind.
I didn't even notice how soon I was already fucking her like an object, shamelessly groping and squeezing her neat little tits and painfully pulling her nipples, enjoying the moans of pain and pleasure. She writhed beneath me and moaned like a lustful slut, and I gladly choked her and slapped her cheeks. When Sasha came for the third time, I felt that I wouldn't last much longer myself.
"I'm going to cum soon, and I'd prefer to shoot into your sweet little mouth. Do you want to taste my cum?"
"Yes, please," my lustful teacher answered, breathing heavily.
"And swallow it all!" I deemed it necessary to warn her.
But this promiscuous girl didn't need instructions. She readily knelt before me and slightly opened her mouth. It took me just a couple of strokes for a powerful orgasm to wash over me, and my cock shot a tight stream of thick white liquid into her mouth. I watched with pleasure as Sasha swallowed my seed and then greedily licked my cock, trying not to miss a single drop.
When she finally finished and looked up at me, happy and tired, I felt a sharp surge of tenderness. I lifted my depraved teacher from the floor, pulled her to me, and for a while we kissed sweetly.
"Well, shall we tidy ourselves up?" I said, feeling all the fatigue and irritation evaporate without a trace. "Your makeup is smeared. And let's finally deal with your printer."
In response, she gave me a warm smile.