Helping The Teacher

"I used to coach the girl's softball team a few years back. My sister played and wanted me to apply for assistant coach." I nodded and walked towards my desk again.

This time, the teacher sat down in his own seat in the front of the classroom, leaning back in his office chair. "Now, for the real reason why you are here."

I nervously sat down in my desk again, feeling my palms start to sweat. "Miss Marvyn, I have a proposition for you." He peered into my eyes. "I need your help with a certain private matter and if you help me, I could very well help you, somehow."

I am sure I looked confused, because he got up from his desk and stood in front of me, taking each of my hands into his own. "Miss Marvyn, Claire, please hear me out. The thing is, I have this certain fantasy that I have always wanted to act out. And the thing is, you are the perfect student to help me." I slowly nodded, understanding overtook me.

I asked, "What do you want me to do to help?"

He dropped my hands and stood up in front of me. My eyes never left his as he stood. As his eyes dropped towards the top of my desk, my eyes followed. His waist was positioned perfectly in front of me and I saw a slight bulge in those loose khaki pants I admired earlier. Realization slowly dawned upon me and my eyes widened. I looked back up into his eyes and he nodded.

With shaking hands, I slowly brought my fingers to the front of his pants. Instead of touching his zipper, I press my fingers into the fabric, feeling the hardness throb beneath. My heart was pounding and from what I could feel, his was too. I slowly rose from my desk and walked towards the chalkboard. A look of confusion surfaced across the teacher's face as I grabbed the meter stick. An evil smile played across my lips as I turned again to face him.

I walked towards him, gently stroking the meter stick, for effect. Mr. Jones was frozen in place with no idea of what I planned to do. I winked at him and commanded, "Bend over."

He turned towards me, his own evil smile begun to surface. "I believe that I am the teacher of this classroom and I will not stand here and take this insubordination."

He grabbed the meter stick from my weak hands and asked, "Who has the control now?" I was speechless again, but he asked again, "Tell me! Who has the control?" I began to understand now and replied, "You do, Mr. Jones. You are in control now."

He took a step towards me and grabbed my wrists gently, but with some force. As he placed them on the front of the desk, I started to wiggle my butt at him. "Are you going to punish me, Mr. Jones? I know I have been a bad girl, but I don't think you have the balls to punish me." I knew he would accept the challenge as I felt the first stinging blow across my butt. "Mr. Jones, I didn't mean it! Please, I will do anything!"

As I continued to beg, he hit me over and over with the meter stick. It didn't hurt that much at all, but the sharp feeling was both exciting and arousing. I could feel the hot wetness begin to collect in my panties. Finally, the beating stopped. "Are you going to behave now, Miss Marvyn?"

I turned around to face him, looking him in the eyes, "I don't know, Mr. Jones. Do you want me to behave?"

With this statement, I pushed my body against his, teasingly. I rubbed the front of my skirt against his hardening erection. I looked up into his hazy, lust-filled eyes. He looked back down into mine and suddenly, I felt his lips graze across mine, gently. I closed my eyes and felt his hands wrap around my hips and fondle my butt through my skirt.

I leaned in further and decided to taste his lips with the tip of my tongue, while rubbing my body across his erection. He begun to moan into my mouth as he became fully hard. Slowly, I backed away, looking him up and down, remembering every inch of him before losing myself completely.

He grabbed me up by my butt and softly placed me on his desktop. I protectively closed my legs and crossed my knees in embarrassment. He shook his head at me, a small smile played across his lips. To my astonishment, he keeled in front of me and pushed my skirt upward, revealing the small triangle of my black panties. Carefully, he stroked the front of them with the tip of his finger. I couldn't help but moan and buck my hips upward.

He hooked one finger into the elastic band and pulled downward, revealing my wetness to his lustful gaze. He balled my panties into his hand. I didn't know until much later, but he placed them into the pocket of those sexy pants.

I looked at him expectantly and received a nod in return. With the second bob of his head, he expectantly delved into my slit, tongue first. A loud moan escaped my lips and I pushed my hips into his face. As his tongue moved around, I ground my hips into his tongue, stroking the back of his head with one of my hands. The other was firmly placed on the desk for support. I could feel my orgasm mounting. When he placed one of his fingers into my dripping hole, I felt it overtake me.

Spasm after spasm, wave after wave overtook me. His tongue went from my throbbing clit to the inside as he licked up my newly flowing juices. I collapsed onto his desk and sighed. This had to be a dream. I almost drifted to sleep before I heard a voice, "Claire, are you okay?" I opened my eyes to see the teacher, cock in hand, a worried look in his eyes.

I nodded at him and as I sat up, I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer to me. I grabbed his shaft and touched the head to my still throbbing clit. A low sound escaped my throat and I decided to confess, "I haven't had a cock this big before. Go easy on me."

He nodded and slowly pushed his hips forward, inch by inch. I threw my head back in mixed excitement and extreme pleasure. As he pulled completely out, I noticed that his cock had a slight upward curve, which I heard could drive a woman wild. I couldn't wait to feel it a second time.

Hurriedly, I pushed his hips from behind and took him inside me all at once. He needed no further instruction and started thrusting hard into me. As my pleasure mounted, I could feel his start to manifest as well. Nearing orgasm, I screamed out, "I'm about to cum!"

He held me tighter to him and buried his face in my neck. "Me too! Come with me, baby!"

His thrusts became faster and more powerful. I felt like we were about to break the desk, but at the time, I didn't care a bit. The head of his cock hit just the right spot and I felt my second orgasm overtake me. My squeezing tight muscles brought the teacher over the edge as he shot his load into me as we had our orgasms together.

He collapsed on top of me and looked into my eyes sadly, "Thank you, Claire. I am so sorry for asking such a favor from you, but its been so long for me."

I nodded knowingly and kissed him softly. "If you ever need for me to do that again, I would love to." He nodded in agreement, stood, and started to pull his pants up from around his ankles.

"I have a confession to make," he said, "the principal is my wife. She would kill me if she knew we did this."

My eyes widened in shock and disbelief. I adjusted my skirt and fixed my knee high stockings. "But Mr. Jones, there are cameras all around the school!"

He nodded and replied, "She has left for the day, like I said, but she will have a big surprise when she gets in bright and early tomorrow."

He winked at me and I smiled coyly. "But Mr. Jones, why would you do this to her?"

The teacher walked across the room to the window and pointed outside. I walked up beside him and noticed the principal's car still parked in the spot. It took a second to notice, but I could vaguely tell that it was shaking slightly and my suspicions were confirmed when I noticed a female hand press against the glass.

I turned back to my teacher and shook my head sympathetically. "I am so sorry that this has happened to you, Mr. Jones."

He shook his head, "No please, call me Alexander. And anyway, I don't care anymore. I am filing for a divorce next tomorrow and I will stay with some friends tonight." I nodded at him and turned around to collect my things. "Thank you, Claire. Your enthusiasm and willingness proved to me that there is a whole world I am missing."

I turned my head towards him and smiled, "No, thank you. That was, by far, the best sex I have ever had. I hope you can be truly happy with someone who loves you." I collected my things and left the classroom, satisfied with the outcome of my Friday.