The Teacher's Lounge

The Teacher’s Lounge

Amber was late for class again. She hurried down the hall to history class. The class was completely uneventful so she spent the hour as she always did- daydreaming of fucking the teacher, Mr. Walker. He was a young, very good-looking teacher. Most of the girls had a crush on him, but Amber knew he liked her. She never got into any trouble when she was late or forgot homework. He would just look at her and say her name. Oh, how that made her pussy moist. Whenever he said her name, she could feel her slit starting to get wet. Sometimes, she would get a pass to go to the bathroom and pull out her mini vibe from her purse on the way. She would get into the bathroom stall and immediately pull up her uniform skirt and shove her hand down her panties to rub her clit. Oh god- how she wanted him. She would close her eyes and imagine him saying her name over and over again as she teased her clit with her mini vibe until she came, moaning in ecstasy. One time a teacher had walked in while she was orgasming and moaning. The teacher had asked her if she was alright, and she had said that she just had a stomach ache. She smiled at that as the bell rang.

“Amber, please meet me at the teacher’s lounge during your lunch hour. We need to talk,” Mr. Walker said as she left the room.

Amber’s heart skipped a beat. What could he want, she thought. The next class flew by quickly as Amber wondered why he wanted to talk to her. When the bell rang, she headed for the teacher’s lounge, curious and nervous. She had never spent time with him one-on-one. She wondered if she could handle it without her pussy soaking her panties. She was afraid that if she had to talk to him very long, the sound of his sultry voice would make her orgasm against her will. She didn’t want to be embarrassed by something like that. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Mr. Walker commanded. As she entered, she noticed him lock the door behind them. The lounge was empty. There was a couch against the wall, and she headed in that direction to sit down on it so they could talk. She stopped as she felt him grab her wrist and turn her around. She saw yearning in his eyes as he pulled her roughly against him. She felt the bulge in his pants and swallowed hard.

“Mr. Walker?”

“Please call me Paul, Amber.”

He pressed his lips against hers softly, tentatively at first in case she didn’t want this, but as soon as she wrapped her arms around and began to kiss him back, he moaned softly. The kiss intensified as their tongues intertwined, and Amber pressed her body fully against his, feeling her pussy begin to tingle. Mr. Walker pulled his mouth from hers.

“Oh God! I have wanted you since the first day you walked in my classroom,” he said gruffly.

In response to him, Amber slipped off her uniform shirt and skirt. She stood before him and smiled. He looked at her beautiful face and then his gaze dropped to see that she was wearing a black lacy bra and a matching string bikini. She was stunning. She had startling blue eyes that contrasted with her shoulder-length black hair. Her complexion was fair, and her breasts were a luscious 32D. Amber stared at him while she unclasped her bra and slid out of her panties. He saw she had large round pink nipples and her pussy was neatly trimmed. He pulled her to the couch and had her sit down. She gawked as he quickly undressed revealing a tan body with a very hard, thick cock. He knelt in front of her and began to explore her body with his mouth. He brushed his lips over her breast, and Amber gasped as he began to play with her nipple. His tongue flicked in and out on her nipple while his other hand began rubbing on her upper thigh. She was aware that her pussy was already dripping wet. He ran his hand up and down her wet slit a couple of times and then started to finger her while his thumb toyed with her clit. She quickly felt her orgasm coming. She moaned as her pussy gushed her juices all over his hand.

“Fuck me, Mr. Walker…. Paul, I mean,” she moaned as her body shuddered.

He slowly stuck his thick rod into her tight, dripping pussy. They both froze as they heard someone unlocking the door.

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