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"Come in," Mr. Foster said as he heard a knock on the door of his office. In his fifties and the head of the English department, he was expecting one of his students, Britney Thompson, a senior, who had scheduled a meeting with him to discuss her terrible grades.
He had been looking forward to this ever since she made the appointment. Britney was, in his eyes, by far the most attractive girl in the school. About 5'4" with shoulder length dark brown hair, brown eyes, tanned, smooth skin, full, plump lips. Her breasts weren't the biggest - those belonged to her classmate Chloe Swanson, another of his favorites - but a good size and incredibly pert, while her ass was relatively bigger. Mr. Foster had to stop himself from looking at her too much in class, partly so nobody would notice, and in part so that he wouldn't get an erection thinking about her.
In she walked, and Mr. Foster was met by the most delicious sight in all his years of teaching. Britney was wearing a white t-shirt, no bra, so her nipples were plainly visible, and an extremely short skirt. He swallowed hard, and could feel a stirring in his pants already.
"Thank you for seeing me," Britney said with a smile.
"No problem. Please sit," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk,
As she sat, he sneaked a peek at those pert nipples through her shit, and his penis became increasingly engorged. He was helpless to stop it.
"So, you want to talk about your grades?" he said, trying to pull himself together.
"Yeah," she replied, twirling her hair with her right forefinger. "I was just like, wondering, if, like, we could come up with a plan to make them better,"
"OK," he said, shifting in his chair, his manhood now close to fully erect. "Well, I know this sounds obvious, but you'll really need to buckle down and study hard the rest of the year,"
"I know!" she replied with a sigh. "It's just...it's just I find the class so hard,"
Not as hard as his cock was at that moment, he thought to himself. His boner was pushing against the fabric of his pants, aching to break free.
"I'm very sorry to hear that, but that's really the only way," he said. "To put in the time and effort to study in between classes,"
"I just can't see it happening. But...," she said, trailing off, lost in thought.
"But what?" he asked, surreptitiously, or so he thought, and quickly rearranging the crotch of his pants, his throbbing boner making him uncomfortable.
"I think there might be another way," she said. "And I have a feeling it will work for you,"
"Oh really?"
"Yeah," she said, standing up, and slowly walking around his desk, dragging her right forefinger around the perimeter of his desk suggestively. He found it hard to take his eyes off her legs, so exposed by her miniskirt, and he wanted to lick them all over. When he looked up at her, he found her looking right back at him.
He wanted her so badly, had fantasized about her, of bending her over his desk and pounding her from behind, of her sucking him dry. But he couldn't, could he? His own student. It felt so wrong.
"What do you think you're doing?" Mr. Foster asked, forcing himself to at least appear responsible. almanbahis adresi (https://almanbahis.site/) He daren't turn to face her, exposing the bulge in his pants.
"I think you know," she said, standing next to him, facing him.
He couldn't believe what happened next. Britney lifted up her skirt, revealing she wasn't wearing underwear, and not only that, but that she was completely shaved. He had a clear, closeup view of Britney's shaved slit, and his cock throbbed like never before and he feared it would actually burst through his pants. Or even that he might cum in his pants immediately.
"Oh my God," he blurted out instinctively, unable to stop himself, and unable to stop staring at it.
"I thought you'd like that," she said, letting go of the hem of her skirt, it falling and obscuring his view. "And I know you'll enjoy this even more."
He was frozen with shock at what he had just seen and what was transpiring, his body suddenly as rigid as his penis, so he sat motionless as she kneeled beside his chair and reached out, putting her hand on his crotch, feeling his rock hard cock through his pants.
He closed his eyes and exhaled audibly and deeply. It felt so good to have her hand on his throbbing member, even if it was clothed.
"You're so hard," she said, now rubbing his erection through his pants. "Let me help you with that,"
As she started unbuckling his belt, he caught himself, a pang of guilt about letting this happen and a sense of responsibility suddenly hitting him.
"Britney, I don't know about this," he uttered, putting his hand on hers, but not actively preventing her progress.
"Really? You don't want me to suck your cock?" she whispered in his ear, making him shiver.
"We can't," he offered, sounding like he was trying to convince himself as much as Britney. "It's wrong,"
"I know," she said, finishing unbuckling his belt and now unbuttoning his pants. "It's so wrong."
Britney knew just what to say, and he didn't respond.
"Do you want me to stop?" she asked, now unzipping him, and again he didn't reply. His lust far outweighed his sense of responsibility and left him unable to speak.
"Didn't think so," she said with a smile.
She stood and stepped between his chair and his desk, placing her hands on the waist of his pants, and then starting to pull them down. He lifted himself slightly out of his chair to allow her to, and moments later his pants and boxers were round his ankles, his hard, throbbing, aching, cock springing to attention, free from its constraints. He was scarcely able to believe what was happening.
"Mr. Foster, this is one big, hard cock," she said, looking up at him from between his legs as she took his member in her hand, making him shudder.
Then, the moment he had been dreaming of. She leaned forward and took the swollen head of his cock past her lips, bathed it with her tongue, and sucked on it, softly at first, then harder.
"Oh Britney," he groaned as she began sucking his cock. It somehow felt even better than he had imagined. He couldn't even remember the last time he had received a blowjob. It had been many years.
After about twenty seconds of sucking the tip, she lifted her head, a trail of saliva linking his cock to her mouth.
"Is this almanbahis adres (https://almanbahis.website/) going to help me pass your class?" she asked with a smile.
"Uh-huh," he assented, and placed his right hand on her head. He couldn't wait another second for her to continue sucking him.
She took his cue and lowered her head into his crotch, this time taking his shaft, inch by inch, past those full, soft lips and into her warm, wet mouth. It felt just as good, just as overwhelming as when she sucked on his cockhead, if not better. He moaned as her mouth engulfed his entire shaft, and as he looked down to see her head bobbing up and down in his lap, Britney Thompson sucking him off right there in his office, it felt like the best day of his life.
"Oh my God that feels good," he moaned breathlessly. He wondered how long he would last, his cock being devoured by Britney.
But just then, they were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Shit!" he whispered, as Britney removed his cock from her mouth and looked up at him. "Get under the desk, quick!"
Britney crawled backwards under his desk on her hands and knees, and he quickly pushed himself closer, his pants still around his ankles, and his erect cock, soaking wet with Britney's saliva, still free.
"Come in," he said after clearing his throat, and just as the door opened, Britney reached out for his cock and began to stroke it again. He almost asked her to stop, the risk of being caught too great, but he couldn't help himself and allowed her to continue. It felt too good.
In walked Miss Lawson, a fellow English teacher in her late 20s, with long strawberry blonde hair, whom Mr. Foster considered the most attractive of his colleagues. And of course, he had also fantasized about her.
"Miss Lawson, what can I do for you?" he asked as Britney secretly, slowly, squeezed his throbbing member.
"I just have some notes on next semester's curriculum," she said, holding up a manila folder. "Some adjustments I think we could make."
"OK, and they're in they're in there?" he asked, nodding towards the folder. It felt so incredible to be talking with Miss Lawson while Britney secretly jerked him off under his desk. It was like he was masturbating to her right in front of her, and she was completely oblivious.
"Yes, but I was wondering if you might have time to talk through some of it now," she said.
"Sorry, I can't right now. I have some urgent grading to do," he said, gesturing to the papers on his desk. "But I'm getting close to finishing, so leave it with me and I should be able to take a look shortly, and I'll get back to you."
"OK, sounds good,'" she replied, before placing the folder on his desk. "Thanks."
"No, thank you," he said, tapping the folder with his right forefinger.
Miss Lawson turned and walked towards the door and just as she put her hand on the handle, she turned back.
"Are you OK, by the way?" she asked.
"Uh, yes, why?"
"I just noticed you're sweating," she said, and she was right, although Mr. Foster hadn't noticed it himself. A bead of sweat was trickling down the left side of his face.
"Oh, yeah, I, uh...," he began, thinking of what to say instead of the truth, that Britney Thompson had just been sucking his cock, and almanbahis adres (https://almanbahisturkiye.com/) that her hand hadn't left it since she began hiding under his desk. "I think I am coming down with something."
"Well, hope it doesn't get too bad," she said. "Make sure you get some rest."
"I will, thanks," he replied, desperate for her to leave so Britney could continue her blowjob.
Finally she did leave, and as soon as the door closed, Mr. Foster pushed his chair backwards to give Britney more space, and she followed.
"Suck it again," he demanded, his hand on her head again, and Britney needed no encouragement. Within seconds his cock disappeared in her wonderful mouth again, and having to wait for her to resume sucking somehow made the experience even more blissful this time. He knew he wasn't going to last long in her mouth. Britney was an enthusiastic cocksucker, determined to make him cum soon.
And she knew what would finish him off. She managed to take him even deeper into her mouth, the tip of his cock touching the back of her throat, barely making her gag. And indeed it was enough to push Mr. Foster over the edge.
"Oh fuck yes," he groaned, louder than before. It was undoubtedly the best thing he had ever felt besides an orgasm, which he knew was only seconds away.
"You dirty girl, I'm going to cum in your mouth," he growled, with his hand pushing her head down, making sure she kept deepthroating him.
"Oh fuck, here it comes," he warned her, his ears and then the rest of his head tingling, the telltale sign that he had reached the point of no return. And seconds later, he exploded.
"Fuuuuuck," he groaned as intense waves of pleasure like he had never experienced before washed over him, coursed through his veins. His thick, creamy jizz spewed out of the head of his cock, the first jets going straight down Britney's throat. He couldn't believe he was actually nutting in Britney Thompson's mouth. A dream come true, and somehow better than he had imagined.
In the throes of ecstasy, he loosened his grip on Britney's hair and she raised her head slightly, but his cock remained in her mouth, still shooting stream after stream of warm semen into her mouth. Britney gladly took his load in her mouth. It certainly wasn't the first time she had tasted spunk, far from it, but Mr. Foster was by far the oldest man to empty the contents of his balls into her mouth.
Mr. Foster's orgasm last longer than any he had previously experienced. It seemed the flow of thick jizz would never cease, and he half expected to see some of it spilling out of Britney's mouth and trickling down his shaft, but she didn't lose one drop.
His climax finally over, Britney lifted her head, licked her lips and smiled at Mr. Foster, who was breathing heavily as he tried to recover from a mind-blowing and body-shaking orgasm. She stroked his cock again, slowly, milking the last couple of drops out of the tip, before licking it up. She had sucked him dry.
"Was that good?" Britney asked, as if she didn't know.
"Amazing," Mr. Foster panted.
"So...am I going to pass?"
"If you keep this up, definitely,"
"Oh, you want more, do you?"
"We'll be doing this again soon, if you don't want to fail."
"Oh, I'm not going to fail," Britney said, standing up. "I'm gonna get an A."
Mr. Foster didn't respond, but also didn't doubt Britney would satisfy him enough for him to give her that A. And as he watched her leave, his eyes transfixed on her ass in her short skirt, he was already looking forward to what was to come.
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"Come in," Mr. Foster said as he heard a knock on the door of his office. In his fifties and the head of the English department, he was expecting one of his students, Britney Thompson, a senior, who had scheduled a meeting with him to discuss her terrible grades.
He had been looking forward to this ever since she made the appointment. Britney was, in his eyes, by far the most attractive girl in the school. About 5'4" with shoulder length dark brown hair, brown eyes, tanned, smooth skin, full, plump lips. Her breasts weren't the biggest - those belonged to her classmate Chloe Swanson, another of his favorites - but a good size and incredibly pert, while her ass was relatively bigger. Mr. Foster had to stop himself from looking at her too much in class, partly so nobody would notice, and in part so that he wouldn't get an erection thinking about her.
In she walked, and Mr. Foster was met by the most delicious sight in all his years of teaching. Britney was wearing a white t-shirt, no bra, so her nipples were plainly visible, and an extremely short skirt. He swallowed hard, and could feel a stirring in his pants already.
"Thank you for seeing me," Britney said with a smile.
"No problem. Please sit," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk,
As she sat, he sneaked a peek at those pert nipples through her shit, and his penis became increasingly engorged. He was helpless to stop it.
"So, you want to talk about your grades?" he said, trying to pull himself together.
"Yeah," she replied, twirling her hair with her right forefinger. "I was just like, wondering, if, like, we could come up with a plan to make them better,"
"OK," he said, shifting in his chair, his manhood now close to fully erect. "Well, I know this sounds obvious, but you'll really need to buckle down and study hard the rest of the year,"
"I know!" she replied with a sigh. "It's just...it's just I find the class so hard,"
Not as hard as his cock was at that moment, he thought to himself. His boner was pushing against the fabric of his pants, aching to break free.
"I'm very sorry to hear that, but that's really the only way," he said. "To put in the time and effort to study in between classes,"
"I just can't see it happening. But...," she said, trailing off, lost in thought.
"But what?" he asked, surreptitiously, or so he thought, and quickly rearranging the crotch of his pants, his throbbing boner making him uncomfortable.
"I think there might be another way," she said. "And I have a feeling it will work for you,"
"Oh really?"
"Yeah," she said, standing up, and slowly walking around his desk, dragging her right forefinger around the perimeter of his desk suggestively. He found it hard to take his eyes off her legs, so exposed by her miniskirt, and he wanted to lick them all over. When he looked up at her, he found her looking right back at him.
He wanted her so badly, had fantasized about her, of bending her over his desk and pounding her from behind, of her sucking him dry. But he couldn't, could he? His own student. It felt so wrong.
"What do you think you're doing?" Mr. Foster asked, forcing himself to at least appear responsible. almanbahis adresi (https://almanbahis.site/) He daren't turn to face her, exposing the bulge in his pants.
"I think you know," she said, standing next to him, facing him.
He couldn't believe what happened next. Britney lifted up her skirt, revealing she wasn't wearing underwear, and not only that, but that she was completely shaved. He had a clear, closeup view of Britney's shaved slit, and his cock throbbed like never before and he feared it would actually burst through his pants. Or even that he might cum in his pants immediately.
"Oh my God," he blurted out instinctively, unable to stop himself, and unable to stop staring at it.
"I thought you'd like that," she said, letting go of the hem of her skirt, it falling and obscuring his view. "And I know you'll enjoy this even more."
He was frozen with shock at what he had just seen and what was transpiring, his body suddenly as rigid as his penis, so he sat motionless as she kneeled beside his chair and reached out, putting her hand on his crotch, feeling his rock hard cock through his pants.
He closed his eyes and exhaled audibly and deeply. It felt so good to have her hand on his throbbing member, even if it was clothed.
"You're so hard," she said, now rubbing his erection through his pants. "Let me help you with that,"
As she started unbuckling his belt, he caught himself, a pang of guilt about letting this happen and a sense of responsibility suddenly hitting him.
"Britney, I don't know about this," he uttered, putting his hand on hers, but not actively preventing her progress.
"Really? You don't want me to suck your cock?" she whispered in his ear, making him shiver.
"We can't," he offered, sounding like he was trying to convince himself as much as Britney. "It's wrong,"
"I know," she said, finishing unbuckling his belt and now unbuttoning his pants. "It's so wrong."
Britney knew just what to say, and he didn't respond.
"Do you want me to stop?" she asked, now unzipping him, and again he didn't reply. His lust far outweighed his sense of responsibility and left him unable to speak.
"Didn't think so," she said with a smile.
She stood and stepped between his chair and his desk, placing her hands on the waist of his pants, and then starting to pull them down. He lifted himself slightly out of his chair to allow her to, and moments later his pants and boxers were round his ankles, his hard, throbbing, aching, cock springing to attention, free from its constraints. He was scarcely able to believe what was happening.
"Mr. Foster, this is one big, hard cock," she said, looking up at him from between his legs as she took his member in her hand, making him shudder.
Then, the moment he had been dreaming of. She leaned forward and took the swollen head of his cock past her lips, bathed it with her tongue, and sucked on it, softly at first, then harder.
"Oh Britney," he groaned as she began sucking his cock. It somehow felt even better than he had imagined. He couldn't even remember the last time he had received a blowjob. It had been many years.
After about twenty seconds of sucking the tip, she lifted her head, a trail of saliva linking his cock to her mouth.
"Is this almanbahis adres (https://almanbahis.website/) going to help me pass your class?" she asked with a smile.
"Uh-huh," he assented, and placed his right hand on her head. He couldn't wait another second for her to continue sucking him.
She took his cue and lowered her head into his crotch, this time taking his shaft, inch by inch, past those full, soft lips and into her warm, wet mouth. It felt just as good, just as overwhelming as when she sucked on his cockhead, if not better. He moaned as her mouth engulfed his entire shaft, and as he looked down to see her head bobbing up and down in his lap, Britney Thompson sucking him off right there in his office, it felt like the best day of his life.
"Oh my God that feels good," he moaned breathlessly. He wondered how long he would last, his cock being devoured by Britney.
But just then, they were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Shit!" he whispered, as Britney removed his cock from her mouth and looked up at him. "Get under the desk, quick!"
Britney crawled backwards under his desk on her hands and knees, and he quickly pushed himself closer, his pants still around his ankles, and his erect cock, soaking wet with Britney's saliva, still free.
"Come in," he said after clearing his throat, and just as the door opened, Britney reached out for his cock and began to stroke it again. He almost asked her to stop, the risk of being caught too great, but he couldn't help himself and allowed her to continue. It felt too good.
In walked Miss Lawson, a fellow English teacher in her late 20s, with long strawberry blonde hair, whom Mr. Foster considered the most attractive of his colleagues. And of course, he had also fantasized about her.
"Miss Lawson, what can I do for you?" he asked as Britney secretly, slowly, squeezed his throbbing member.
"I just have some notes on next semester's curriculum," she said, holding up a manila folder. "Some adjustments I think we could make."
"OK, and they're in they're in there?" he asked, nodding towards the folder. It felt so incredible to be talking with Miss Lawson while Britney secretly jerked him off under his desk. It was like he was masturbating to her right in front of her, and she was completely oblivious.
"Yes, but I was wondering if you might have time to talk through some of it now," she said.
"Sorry, I can't right now. I have some urgent grading to do," he said, gesturing to the papers on his desk. "But I'm getting close to finishing, so leave it with me and I should be able to take a look shortly, and I'll get back to you."
"OK, sounds good,'" she replied, before placing the folder on his desk. "Thanks."
"No, thank you," he said, tapping the folder with his right forefinger.
Miss Lawson turned and walked towards the door and just as she put her hand on the handle, she turned back.
"Are you OK, by the way?" she asked.
"Uh, yes, why?"
"I just noticed you're sweating," she said, and she was right, although Mr. Foster hadn't noticed it himself. A bead of sweat was trickling down the left side of his face.
"Oh, yeah, I, uh...," he began, thinking of what to say instead of the truth, that Britney Thompson had just been sucking his cock, and almanbahis adres (https://almanbahisturkiye.com/) that her hand hadn't left it since she began hiding under his desk. "I think I am coming down with something."
"Well, hope it doesn't get too bad," she said. "Make sure you get some rest."
"I will, thanks," he replied, desperate for her to leave so Britney could continue her blowjob.
Finally she did leave, and as soon as the door closed, Mr. Foster pushed his chair backwards to give Britney more space, and she followed.
"Suck it again," he demanded, his hand on her head again, and Britney needed no encouragement. Within seconds his cock disappeared in her wonderful mouth again, and having to wait for her to resume sucking somehow made the experience even more blissful this time. He knew he wasn't going to last long in her mouth. Britney was an enthusiastic cocksucker, determined to make him cum soon.
And she knew what would finish him off. She managed to take him even deeper into her mouth, the tip of his cock touching the back of her throat, barely making her gag. And indeed it was enough to push Mr. Foster over the edge.
"Oh fuck yes," he groaned, louder than before. It was undoubtedly the best thing he had ever felt besides an orgasm, which he knew was only seconds away.
"You dirty girl, I'm going to cum in your mouth," he growled, with his hand pushing her head down, making sure she kept deepthroating him.
"Oh fuck, here it comes," he warned her, his ears and then the rest of his head tingling, the telltale sign that he had reached the point of no return. And seconds later, he exploded.
"Fuuuuuck," he groaned as intense waves of pleasure like he had never experienced before washed over him, coursed through his veins. His thick, creamy jizz spewed out of the head of his cock, the first jets going straight down Britney's throat. He couldn't believe he was actually nutting in Britney Thompson's mouth. A dream come true, and somehow better than he had imagined.
In the throes of ecstasy, he loosened his grip on Britney's hair and she raised her head slightly, but his cock remained in her mouth, still shooting stream after stream of warm semen into her mouth. Britney gladly took his load in her mouth. It certainly wasn't the first time she had tasted spunk, far from it, but Mr. Foster was by far the oldest man to empty the contents of his balls into her mouth.
Mr. Foster's orgasm last longer than any he had previously experienced. It seemed the flow of thick jizz would never cease, and he half expected to see some of it spilling out of Britney's mouth and trickling down his shaft, but she didn't lose one drop.
His climax finally over, Britney lifted her head, licked her lips and smiled at Mr. Foster, who was breathing heavily as he tried to recover from a mind-blowing and body-shaking orgasm. She stroked his cock again, slowly, milking the last couple of drops out of the tip, before licking it up. She had sucked him dry.
"Was that good?" Britney asked, as if she didn't know.
"Amazing," Mr. Foster panted.
"So...am I going to pass?"
"If you keep this up, definitely,"
"Oh, you want more, do you?"
"We'll be doing this again soon, if you don't want to fail."
"Oh, I'm not going to fail," Britney said, standing up. "I'm gonna get an A."
Mr. Foster didn't respond, but also didn't doubt Britney would satisfy him enough for him to give her that A. And as he watched her leave, his eyes transfixed on her ass in her short skirt, he was already looking forward to what was to come.