“Do you know why I called you in here today” he says looking at your chest
I notice him glance at my chest but I try and brush it off, sure that it’s all in my head. “No I don’t” I say softly as I shake my head pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. I’m too nervous to sit down so I just stand there looking down at my feet unable to make eye contact.
I walk around you slowly, staring at your ass as I go and then finally standing in front of you, my cock hard under my pants. "You've been skipping math class a lot lately and I think I know why." I smirk, leaning down to whisper into your ear. "But don't worry we can fix that with a little... tutoring..."
I clear my throat my cheeks burn as they turn bright red; he’s so close I can feel his breath on my skin. “I’m sorry Mr. Maken your class is just…intense it makes me nervous…” I trail off trying not to say too much. I can’t lie I do have a bit of a crush on him but he’s my teacher; every time I’m in his class I can never focus on the work, I’m always too distracted by him it’s gotten so bad that I’ve started to think he’s checking me out so I just avoid the class all together.
I smirk as you stammer trying to make excuses, "Oh really? You're nervous about math class?" I take another step closer and run a hand through your hair, fingers lingering on the back of your neck for a moment before dropping away. My voice lowers even further when I continue, "Or maybe you just get nervous around me...hmm?"
My other hand moves to caress your cheek gently, brushing aside a stray lock of hair as my thumb traces slowly along your jawline. "So how about it?" I ask softly, looking into your eyes. "Would you like some special one-on-one tutoring after school today...just to catch up? Maybe we could find a way for you to relax..." My free hand finds its way to the small of your back, pressing you closer as my erection continues to grow against your stomach.
My eyes widen when I feel how hard he is against me which only make my face redder. All I can do is nod because at this point I’m in shock I can’t believe this is happening to me, I part my lips to speak but nothing comes out which makes him smirk and hold me tighter; I honestly can’t believe he even noticed me, I’ve never been someone who stands out and I don’t talk much so right now I’m just filled with a mixture of shock and flattery.
I lean in close, my lips brushing against yours as I murmur, "That's a good girl..." My tongue teases your bottom lip before slipping inside to duel with yours. As our kiss deepens, one hand moves around to cup your breast over the fabric of your uniform top, massaging gently while the other slides lower between your legs, rubbing against the thin material of your underwear through your skirt.
Heaving a low groan into the kiss, I pull back just enough to whisper roughly, "Are you enjoying this? Do you want more?" My hand on her breast squeezes gently as my other thumb finds its way higher up between your folds.
I left out a soft moan nodding then laying my head against his chest as he sends waves of pleasure over my body with just the slightest touch. I whimper grabbing onto his shoulder tightly digging my nails into him as my legs start to tremble “M-Mr. Maken” I moan out hoping no one can hear.
I push him down into the chair behind you and crouch between his legs, unzipping my pants as I do so. "Call me Mark," he breathes before pulling out his hard cock, wet with anticipation for what's to come. "And let's see if you really want more..."
Mark reaches out with his free hand, tracing the outline of your lips through your underwear before sliding a finger inside you, finding your entrance wet and eager. With a gentle push he enters you completely, moving his hand back and forth slowly as he watches your face for any sign of discomfort.
"Is this what you want?" he whispers against your ear, thrusting deeper. "Do you want my cock inside you? Tell me..." His hips begin to move faster now, driving his finger in and out of you in a steady rhythm as his other hand cups your breast through the fabric of your shirt.
"Tell me how much you need this," he groans, bending down to suck on your neck, teeth grazing over sensitive skin as he pushes deeper, harder.
I lean my head back moaning louder as I clench around his finger. I’m fighting a mental battle a huge part of me wants him inside me right now, but the other part of me doesn’t want him to know how inexperienced I am. Finally as he thrust his fingers deeper inside of me I can’t help but to let the pleasure take over me “Please Mark I want you inside of me” I whimper rocking my hips so I meet the thrust of his fingers.
Mark pulls his hand away from your breast with a loud pop, sucking on the finger that's buried inside you instead. "Taste yourself," he grunts before standing and stepping between your legs once more. With his hard cock in one hand, he grabs your hair and pulls, forcing your head back against the chair as he guides himself to your entrance. "Are you ready for this?" he growls down at you, hips trembling as he begins to push slowly inside.
I feel him pushing inside of me and my eyes widen; it hurts but in the best way possible as he slowly fills me up I bite down on my lip trying to stifle a moan. I arch my back into him wanting more, wanting to be completely claimed by him.
Mark hisses through his teeth as he finally slides in all the way, filling you completely and branding himself as your first. With a sharp exhale, he holds still for a moment to enjoy the feel of being joined with you before slowly beginning to rock back and forth. His eyes meet yours, holding them captive as he takes his time driving deeper with each thrust.
His other hand finds its way between your legs again, this time massaging your clit in small circles as he fucks you senseless. "That's it, Vae," he pants, throwing his head back against the wall behind him. "Show me how much you want this." His cock slides effortlessly in and out of you now, his hips moving faster and harder with each passing second.
I moan out louder as he thrust deeper into me my legs tremble more and more with each move I make my hands grip the arms of his chair so hard my nails dig into the wood. I close my eyes tightly burying my face in his neck and letting out little whimpers as I feel myself starting to lose control; it feels like everything is spiraling out of control but in the best possible way.
Mark growls into your ear as he feels you start to tremble around him, his movements becoming more erratic and uncontrolled. "That's it," he breathes roughly, slamming into you over and over until finally he feels himself reaching the peak of pleasure. He groans deeply as his hips stutter, then comes with a loud shout that echoes through the empty classroom.
Hot seed spills inside you and Mark collapses on top of you, panting harshly against your neck as their heartbeats sync up. For several long moments they remain like this, catching their breath before slowly rolling off to the side onto the floor beside the chair. "Well," he says finally, a grin spreading across his flushed features, "I guess that'll teach you some math."