Natalie seduces her teacher in the classroom, Natalie’s history teacher, Mr Brooks, was 52 years old. Natalie knew this because she had found his LinkedIn account, looked at the year he graduated and counted backwards. He wore a wedding ring, so she knew that he was married, but he never mentioned his family in class. The few public images she could see from his Facebook profile told her that he liked castles, and drank ale.
Mr Brooks had a full head of grey hair; thick for his age, she thought. Every other day, she could spot a light dusting of stubble appear on his jaw. He had strong, thick fingers which he drummed on his desk when her class was being particularly slow.
He was around 6 foot tall. Natalie knew this because she once stood a little too close to him in the hallway, pretending to wait for a friend. She had glanced up at him and guessed their height disparity. Natalie was 5 foot 4, and felt very small next to him, which she liked. His build was sturdy, but not overweight, as if he used to be muscular and had softened over the years. Once, when he was reaching up to a high shelf, she had spotted a trail of grey hair running down from his navel to below his waistband.
Mr Brooks had a low, gentle voice most of the time. But when something irritated him, it took on a hard edge, and his brow furrowed in an intense gaze. Natalie wished she would look at her like that, but unfortunately, she was a straight A student.
Natalie thought that Mr Brooks was the sexiest man she had ever seen. And she had decided that today was the day she would make her move.
That morning, she took extra care getting ready. She pulled on the brand new pink lingerie she had bought (red faced) from Victoria’s Secret at the weekend. She made sure to wear her shortest school skirt, and over-the-knee grey socks. She blow dried her hair carefully, used a magnifying mirror to apply her makeup, and snuck into her mothers’ room to steal some Chanel No. 5 perfume. Squirting it liberally over her neck and wrists, she coughed, but was satisfied with what she saw in the mirror.
She walked into class feeling distinctly self-conscious. Not able to look Mr Brooks in the face at first, she crossed her legs tightly and focused on her work. In a quiet period, she dared to glance up at his desk through her freshly styled hair.
Natalie froze; he was looking right at her! Quickly she darted her eyes away, but couldn’t resist moving them back to check… yes, he was still gazing at her, his brow furrowed in the way she had always fantasised about.
Breathing heavily, she looked down at her work again, but moved her arms closer together and leaned forward, so that her breasts in their pink push up bra were more visible. She shifted slightly to the side and crossed her legs, so that a chunk of her thigh was exposed below her short school skirt.
Heart pounding, Natalie looked again towards the teacher’s desk. Oh my god, his eyes were still on her, further down this time, moving over her body. It was working!
He shifted in his chair, cleared his throat and looked at the classroom clock. She glanced over as well. Only 10 minutes until the end of class! Chills went through her, thinking of what she planned to do.
The time passed slowly. Natalie twiddled her hair and tapped her pen against her full lips as she worked, darting occasional glances towards the teacher, wishing she could read his mind.
Finally, the bell rang. Chatter and laughter burst out over the class, chairs scraping as they left the room in a hurry. Natalie hung back, telling her friends she would meet them later. Mr Brooks hadn’t moved from behind his desk, letting the door swing closed behind her classmates.
‘Well Natalie, did you want to talk about something?’ His voice was calm but slow, as if he was choosing his words carefully.
Natalie walked up to the desk, breath fast, and tried to look him directly in the eyes. Oh, they were so dark, and looked back intently.
‘Yes Mr Brooks, I, actually, there’s something I wanted to say to you’. She stuttered slightly, hands jerkily smoothing down the front of her skirt.
‘Alright, what is it?’
This was it. She moved even closer to his desk until she almost felt the heat of his attention on her. Her heart was pounding in her ears, but she managed to blurt out:
‘Mr Brooks, I want you’.
They existed for a moment in frozen silence, eyes locked together. He barely moved, but she saw his hands tighten into fists on the desk, as if he was trying to restrain his movements.
In a boldness she could barely believe was her own, Natalie leaned over the desk, placed both hands on either side of his face, feeling the roughness of his stubble, and kissed him hard on the lips.
Electricity sparked through her body. It was her first kiss, with the sexiest man on earth! His lips were soft, and he smelled like musk and old books. Pulling away, she looked into his eyes, nervous, but his face gave nothing away.
‘Natalie. Come around the desk’. His voice had changed. It was low, with that steely edge to it.
She felt a pang of fear in her stomach. She was in completely unknown territory. What was going to happen next?
She walked around the desk to face him. As soon as she was close, he launched up from the chair, grabbed her by the neck and the waist, twisted her body away from him and pulled her down so she was sitting on his lap, her back pressed against his chest.
She gasped as she felt the hardness of an erection pressing through her skirt. His strong hand held her neck tightly, pushing her head back so that it rested on his shoulder. His other hand moved in front of her waist, pulling her closer to him. She was shocked and disorientated, completely in his control.
‘Natalie. You have to think very carefully. Are you sure you want this? If you say yes, you have to live with the consequences’. His low voice vibrated so close to her face now.
Natalie was confused, but the heat of his body was intoxicating her. ‘I do want it Mr Brooks’ she said breathily.
‘I’ve noticed you Natalie. You’re a good girl, but I can see that underneath, you want to be bad.’
‘Yes, Mr Brooks’. His hand started to move over her torso, up to her breasts.
‘Do you want me to touch you?’
‘Please Mr Brooks, I want it so badly’. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she glanced down at his hand moving over her school shirt. It looked so big and powerful.
Suddenly, his other hand moved from her neck and he ripped the buttons open, exposing her pink bra. She gasped, and a chuckle escaped his lips.
‘Oh, did you buy this just for me? What a silly girl.’
Both his hands moved over her bra, before moving down her stomach to pull apart her thighs roughly. He lifted her skirt to peer beneath it.
‘Oh, a matching pair! Very sweet.’
‘Do you like them Mr Brooks?’
‘I’m more interested in what’s happening underneath’.
His fingers moved over her bare thighs, sending chills through her. She was very conscious that wetness had started to leak from between her legs, staining her panties.
As one hand held her leg wide, he brushed his fingers lightly over the front of her panties. She moaned and instinctively ground her buttocks back against his erection.
‘Are you wet Natalie?’ he growled softly.
He pressed his finger down over the fabric, putting pressure directly on her clitoris beneath.
‘Ooohhh!’ He knew exactly what he was doing, and moved his other hand to unhook her bra and move his hand to her bare chest. He moved quickly over both breasts, squeezing and lightly brushing her nipples. At the same time, he kept up the pressure on her clitoris until she wanted to scream out loud.
‘I like young girls’ bodies. So… sensitive.’
‘I… I want.’
‘Say it clearly Natalie.’
‘I want to touch your cock.’
He released his hands from her body and she heard his chair creak as he leaned back.
Trembling, she turned around to face him, and kneeled on the old floorboards between his legs. He was looking down at her with a small smile.
She moved her hands to the sizeable bulge in his trousers, clumsily unzipping his fly, and reaching around to pull his cock out through the flap in his boxers. She was so desperate to see it.
It sprang out in front of her face, wide and robust like his torso, and hard as wood. As she wrapped her tiny fist around it, a stream of clear pre-cum escaped from its head. His eyes were still focussed on her.
‘What do you want to do with it Natalie?’
She paused. ‘I want to, to put it in my mouth. But I don’t know what to do.’ She looked up at him, eyes wide and helpless.
‘Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. I’ve done a good job in the past, haven’t I? First, spit on it, and get it wet all over’.
She did as she was told, rubbing her hand over its length until it was slick with moisture. To her surprise, it grew even more at her touch.
‘Now, tease the head with your tongue’. His voice was becoming less steady.
She reached out her tongue. His cock tasted salty and warm. She circled the head slowly with her tongue, looking up for his approval.
‘Yesss… now, take some more in your mouth.’
She opened her mouth wide and gripped the shaft with her lips, keeping her tongue moving all the time.
‘That’s good Natalie. Try to take as much of it as you can’.
Eyes watering, she pushed her lips further down his cock, until the pressure at the back of her throat made her gag slightly. She was determined to do whatever she could to please him.
‘Well done, you are a good girl. Now get into a rhythm, slow at first’.
She bobbed her head up and down, her mouth open as wide as she could. With delight, she tasted more pre come leaking out and licked it up eagerly. She felt his cock throbbing, and her wetness was getting uncomfortable in her panties. He noticed her rocking back and forth and arching her back, desperate for sensation.
‘Should I give you what you really want Natalie?’
She paused and looked up at him, lips open, mouth filled with the salty taste of his cock. She bit her lip and nodded.
Roughly, he lifted her, flipped her around and pushed her down onto the desk on her stomach. Her cheek touched the wood and she gazed at the classroom door in a daze. To think that her friends were out there, talking and laughing in the schoolyard. And now, her ultimate fantasy was coming true.
She felt his strong hands flip up her skirt and pull down her panties. His hands grabbed her ass, kneading and pulling the cheeks apart. With this movement, she heard with embarrassment the schlock of wetness as her inner lips spread open.
‘What a beautiful pussy you have for me. Thank you, Natalie’.
She felt the weight of his cock gently tap her buttocks, and arched her back in anticipation.
‘Natalie, I want you to tell me clearly what you want now’.
‘Sir, please shove your cock into my pussy!’
With one movement he slammed into her, stretching her virgin entrance so that she cried out in pain. It felt huge! Sensing her discomfort, he ran his hands over her buttocks and back as he rocked quickly back and forth, going deeper and deeper. ‘It’s ok Natalie, it only hurts for a second, trust me’.
He was right. Quickly her insides adjusted to his size and began to welcome his expert thrusts. Starting out fast, he then slowed to a rhythmic, tantalising pace. She moaned and had to stop herself drooling onto the wood of the table as he sent waves of pleasure running through her body again and again. His cock felt hard and insistent in her, and his growls and low moans were making her leak more juices until she could hear her wetness every time he moved. His hands gripped her ass, and then he spanked it, hard, making her yelp.
‘I need you to come on my cock Natalie. I know that you’re close’.
Her breathing became faster and faster. She had made herself orgasm before at home, lying back in the bath with the stream from the tap thundering between her legs, but this was different. She felt like her whole body was in thrall to his rhythm as he drove her closer to ecstasy.
When she could hardly bear it any longer, he pulled her body backwards and reached his fingers around to rub her clitoris. The expert movements of his fingers matched his thrusts and it only took seconds for her to scream out in pleasure, shuddering and convulsing against his cock, juices streaming down her bare thighs.
For the first time, she heard him expel a long, excited breath ‘Ahhhh that’s it!’
He pulled his cock out of her and pushed her down onto her knees, holding his engorged cock; broad and pulsing, in front of her face.
‘I’m going to come all over your face. Be a good girl and open your mouth as wide as you can.’ His voice was still authoritative, but now came out in a heavy growl.
His eyes were wild like an animal’s, roving all over her body; her school skirt wide open revealing her pale breasts, hair falling in disarray over her shoulders.
He pumped his wrist fast and hard, and Natalie fixed her eyes on him, desperate to see him come because of her. Her Mr Brooks.
Finally he let out a long shuddering groan, throwing his head back, and released a shower of hot come onto her tongue and spattering over her face. Natalie laughed through her open mouth with delight, feeling the hot droplets on her flushed face.
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Natalie lay in the bath that night, running her hands over her body. This body; that had done that to Mr Brooks. This body; that he had touched, and used, and desired. Her mind kept going over and over the last words he said to her as she left the classroom.
‘Tomorrow evening, come and see me after school. Wear no underwear and no perfume. I have a lot more to teach you Natalie.’
She bit her lip and quivered at the thought.