“You did not!” I exclaimed dramatically slamming my empty IPA glass on the table. “You so did not have a crush on me!”
I was sitting across the table from a former student. He was in town looking for a job and he looked me up. We decided on a few drinks and so here we were – getting a little buzzed and letting liquid courage take over.
“No, I really did. I had so many fantasies about us back then.”
“Oh yeah?” I said leaning in and making sure he got a look down my low-cut top. I wasn’t totally oblivious; and who says the fantasies were one-sided?
“Tell me about them.” I said smiling and signaling to the waitress for another beer and sitting back in my seat.
“Well,” he blushed oh-so cutely. “Well … I used to fantasize making out with you.”
“What! That’s it?” I teased.
“No.”
“Are you being shy now? Perhaps, if telling me is too … hard … maybe you can show me?”
He picked up his beer and drained it empty. “I have a room waiting.”
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We made it to his room – somewhat awkwardly exchanging pleasantries and being shy with each other. Once he opened the door to his room though, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
I strode in and slowly turned a circle in the room examining what I had on hand. I walked over to the windows, turned around with my hands on my hips, and stared at him. He was just inside the door, awkwardly standing, gaping at me like he did whenever he asked questions after class back when he was 19-years-old. That was 20 years ago and he was in for a class reunion.
“Shut the door, come over here, and take your shirt off.”
“W-w-what?”
“I said … shut the door, get over here, and take off your shirt.”
“Um … okay.”
He slowly walked over, pulling off his shirt and letting it drop to the floor. He stood before me with his drool-worthy abs and muscular arms on full display.
“Take off your pants.” I demanded.
“what?”
“Seriously, you used to be a better student. You never questioned me back then. … I said take … off … your … pants.”
He unbuckled his pants and let them drop. He stepped out of them and I examined his delicious body from head to toe. He really could have been 19 still with those hard muscles and toned body.
“Ooooh,” I said. “I always fantisized you as a whitey tighties kind of guy. Very hot. Now, strip them off and don’t ask what again. … Just do … now.”
I crossed my arms over my chest while he slowly slid his underwear down.
“A plus.” I smiled.
“Now, today’s lesson is how to give Teacher the best cunnilingus she’s ever had. … And because I’m such a good teacher, I’ll define cunnilingus for you. It’s oral sex. It is when someone orally stimulates female genitalia. It literally means one who licks the vulva. That means pussy. And you’ll be orally stimulating my pussy.”
As he stood there, his cock hardening from my words, I pulled my dress off and walked over to the desk in the corner. After all, teachers use desks, right?
I sat on the desk, in my purple bra and panties, legs slightly parted. “Now,” I commanded, “kneel in front of me.”
He took a few steps and knelt before me, his thick cock bobbing and a little sweat forming along his hairline.
“Today’s objective,” I instructed, “will be to make Teacher cum … over and over again. You’re allowed to use anything and everything you think Teacher will like. Teacher loves tongue and mouth most especially. Teacher likes fingers, but a good couple of hard sucks and some gentle licking on Teacher’s clit often does the job. … Are you ready?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Ah, I love it when my students are so eager to learn. You have 30 minutes to complete your task. … You may begin …”
Tentatively, he reached out and put a hand on one of my thighs. Taking a deep breath in, he gathered his courage and put his other hand on my other thigh. He leaned in, slightly widening my parted legs, and softly put his lips just along the inside of my knee. Working his way up the inside of my thigh with slow diliberate kisses, he trailed his hands around to the back of my thighs and began caressing the sensitive skin behind my knees.
When he ran out of thigh to kiss, he just knelt there with his face buried in my crotch, inhaling my scent and moaning.
Damn, that is fucking hot to have someone’s face pressed up against you and inhaling your scent. He hadn’t done anything passed kissing and I could feel myself getting warmer and melty in all the right places.
“Remember,” I breathed, “you only have 30 minutes.”
“Don’t you worry.” He sounded confident and nothing like the student from 20 years ago.
With his tongue, he started to explore the fabric of my panties. I could feel the heat of his breath, the wet of his tongue, and the caress of his lips through the thin layer of cotton keeping me from having an orgasm.
Or were they?
I felt a build-up and my toes began to tingle. “I think I might cum with my panties on.” I panted.
“No worries, there will be more.” He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the desk and closer to his face.
“I’m going to touch you, so if that’s not okay, tell me now.” His hands were parting my thighs and keeping me secure on the edge of the table.
“I’m good.” I breathed and then caught my breath as he pushed aside my panties and slid two callused fingers into my already slick and wet pussy.
“Oh god,” I moaned.
“Is that all you have for me Teacher? I always imagined you to be very loud.”
“Oh god!” I moaned louder.
“Better,” he said while he slid a third finger in. His long fingers found my G-spot and I started to rock my hips and squirm dangerously close to slipping off the edge of the hotel desk.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god … I’m going to cum.”
“Good. Cum for me Teacher. I’ve always wanted to make you cum.”
And I did. I came all over his fingers and the desk. But before I had the opportunity to come down from my orgasm, I felt his mouth against me.
“Fuck!” I gritted my teeth. “I can’t. I can’t …”
He removed his hot mouth from my pussy. “You can’t what Teacher?”
“I need a minute.”
“No you don’t. You’re going to cum for me again. Remember? Those are the instructions you gave me, to make you cum multiple times.”
He put his mouth back on me and licked me thoroughly. … All over. … My clit. … up and down the very center of me like I was melting ice cream, along the outside of my pussy, paying attention to kissing my thighs … and oh fuck, when he moaned his pleasure into me, the vibration just drove me wild and I couldn’t help but buck my hips against his face.
I grew wetter, creamier, and I was having a difficult time staying seated on the desk. I was close to cuming again. It all felt so good.
“No!” I cried as he took his mouth off me, stood up, and scooped me up and brought me over to the king-sized bed. He lay me down and positioned me so he could kneel in between my thighs again.
“Let me finish here Teacher. I think after this you’ll give me an A plus.”
I didn’t respond because he put his mouth back on me and gave a powerful suck on my clit. …
And I totally came undone! I screamed with pleasure and came so hard I squirted juices all over his face, the bed, and his hands. My thighs were slick with my own creaminess.
“So much for I can’t,” he said smiling up at me with his face covered in me.
“Let me clean you Up.” He proceeded to lick my thighs and my pussy clean of all my creamy cum.
“You’re getting me close to cuming again,” I said trying to catch my breath from back-to-back orgasms.
“Are you complaining Teacher?”
“NO. Of course not. But … oh … oh! …”
“You were saying …”
“Fuck I’m going to cum again. Don’t take your fucking mouth off of me.”
All I heard was his sounds of affirmation as he sucked my clit and inserted four fingers inside of me, stretching me and filling me, and making my entire body shake with the anticepation of cuming.
“Oh god … don’t stop. … I’m so close …” And as the heat intensified, and as I got closer to cuming, I felt two of the fingers from his other hand slide into my ass.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m cuming!” And I screamed again; and I think I may have blacked out for a second there — my orgasm was so intense.
He let me ride his hands and his mouth while I came, and came. And when I finally was spent, he slid his fingers out of me, kissed my clit with that amazing mouth, and stood up.
“How did I do Teacher? Did I get an A?”
— LM D’Lishes | 8/31/2022
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