Dirty Little Secret

I shuffled the papers on my desk as I glanced up at the clock, the heavy smell of polished wood filled my nostrils and my eyes remained fixated on the clock, at this point in the afternoon I wished it was the end of the school day more than the pupils did. I should have been ready and raring to go for the final lesson of the day but I was already both physically and mentally exhausted. To my dismay, when I consulted my timetable I noticed it was Biology. A dreaded thought ran through my mind which was confirmed as I consulted the syllabus and there it was, the nightmare end to my day; Reproduction. The tedious nature of the subject and the immaturity of the majority of my pupils meant that this hour would be awkward and uncomfortable. I remember how I was at that age; sex-obsessed and brimming with testosterone. Nothing had really changed over the years, except I was now the adult and there were boundaries that I could no longer able to cross without being frowned upon by society. I was considered the mature audience in the situation and the well-developed young adults I was surrounded by were my responsibility. I was both forbidden from pleasuring them and from being pleasured myself.

Despite the pompous cliché that most teachers follow, stating that they are entirely objective and unbiased to any particular pupil, I didn’t follow that attitude. There was one girl in particular who I was attracted to. She always caught my attention, both aesthetically and academically. She was an excellent pupil with a bright and promising future. She often attended sessions for extra tuition during lunch and after school, which caused us to build a rapport and a deeper teacher/student relationship. We sometimes deviated from the syllabus; I would tell her tales of my university experiences. Her ultimate aim was to get into university and I was determined to help her get there. At the back of my mind there was always an ulterior motive, but I always maintained a high level of professionalism throughout and resisted the temptation. She was in her last year of high school and I was a couple of years older than her, however despite the age difference, I felt there was a connection between us. At first, I thought it just an academic connection, I had done my utmost to remain disciplined but her flirtatious looks every now and then, aimed in my direction made this exceedingly difficult.

I had lost track of time as I watched her saunter in through the doors. There were another 29 other bodies that spilled through my classroom doors, but she was the only one I noticed. She sat down in her chair on the second row in one fluid movement. I subtly admired her for a moment or two, the wispy tendrils of hair that had escaped the messy ponytail she was sporting today, the oversized, yet sophisticated glasses perched on her perfect nose. Drawn as usual, were my eyes to her slim yet curvaceous physique and her smooth legs which seemed to never end. I consciously closed my mouth as I noticed my jaw had been hanging slightly. I attempted to refocus my attention but once again, couldn’t help but observe her as I watched her carrying out the menial routine that she always did at the beginning of every lesson.  Every time she finished this routine of unpacking all the necessary resources for the lesson, she raised her blue eyes and we would briefly make eye contact. Usually I’d look away and busy myself with my own menial routine, however today, I didn’t. I wanted to but today I lost myself in her large, round, blue eyes. A smile slowly grew on her lips, then broke into a giggle as she began to blush. I stood up, breaking eye contact, I began to teach the class, most of them were ignoring me, but I didn’t have the energy or tenacity to assert my strict tone. Perhaps a little more than occasionally, I threw a glance in her direction to notice she was giving me her full attention, however there was a different look in her eye, this time. It was intriguing, but I forced myself to push it to the back of my mind in an attempt to retain my concentration on the mundane lesson.

I paced around the classroom in the usual way as the students attempted the questions in their textbooks, it gave me an opportunity to think, however I was thinking about something I shouldn't be thinking about. As per usual, I was thinking of cunning ways for me to get to spend some time alone with her. It was at that moment that her tanned, slender arm rose delicately into the air. I approached her desk, meandering through the sea of other students to get to her. She watched as I moved in on her desk, coming to stand at her side, leaning one hand on her desk and the other on her chair, before she confidently, but quietly spoke to me. “I’m not sure I entirely understand these questions, would it be possible for me to stay behind for some help after class, Sir..?” She asked, looking up at me through her long, thick lashes with her deep, innocent, blue eyes. “Of course.” I smiled amicably, before walking slowly back to my desk at the front of the classroom. It was as if she had read my earlier thoughts of cunning ways to get her alone. It was done. She and I would be alone within the hour, with no distractions.

After what seemed like an age, the school bell finally rang to signal the end of the day. The cacophony that followed not a second later as all of the students filtered noisily out of my classroom, could not come sooner. All of the students, except one. Her.

Once the last student had scampered out of class after his friends, I stood from my leather chair behind my desk. With aim, I strode towards the open door and pushed it closed, then turned the lock. I then pulled the cord on the blinds, which dropped them to cover the window in the door. Slowly, I turned around and with my back to the door, I beheld her in my intense gaze. She remained seated, except this time, she was seated on her desk. She sat with one long, slender leg crossed over the other, her black skirt hugging her upper thighs, her arms sporting rolled up sleeves, placed behind her as she pushed out her chest. As I trod carefully toward her, I noticed she had undone the top two buttons of her shirt, revealing even more supple, tanned skin above a modest cleavage.

I stood in front of her as my eyes wandered along every inch of her body before me. All the while, she too was allowing her eyes to wander along my body. Her eyes perceptibly rested upon the large bulge growing in my tight fitting trousers. I watched as she stared, biting her bottom lip. There was an air of confidence as my eyes glanced down towards my growing erection before turning my eyes back to hers. I broke her stare as I moved behind her to the other side of the desk, eyeing her up as I did so, almost stalking her like prey as she remained glued to the desk. As I approached the back of the desk, I moved close. Close enough to brush the ever-growing bulge in my trousers against her back. She noticeably stiffened upon feeling my hardness momentarily graze her back. Now it was a waiting game. I waited for her to retaliate in one way or another, and sure enough, she did. I heard the pencil clatter to the floor, echoing around the empty room. She slowly, gracefully slid off the edge of the desk where she was rooted before, and purposefully, almost theatrically, bent over to pick up the pencil. As she bent, I stared lustfully up her skirt, a pair of lacy black panties teasing my intense grey eyes. The shape of her well-rounded, robust ass filled her skirt as she rolled her body back up again, turning slowly towards me as she brandished the runaway pencil. A wry smile played on her juicy lips as she stalked toward me, coming to a stop dangerously close to me. She slowly pushed the pencil halfway under the waistband of my trousers before lightly pulling the pencil towards her whilst stepping slowly and carefully backwards. She released her pull as she walked towards my vast, polished desk with purpose. The pencil clattered once again to the floor, rolling underneath another student’s desk. I followed her swaying hips helplessly as she swaggered to a halt in front of my desk. Before she had the chance to turn and face me, I reached her and pressed my front to her back. I slowly swept her messy ponytail to one side and then bent my neck enough to brush my lips along the back of her neck. Her breath caught as she felt my warm breath follow my lips.

My hands moved to her slim waist and then to the front of her body, grazing her hips as I slowly moved my hands gradually further down. She gripped the edges of my desk in an attempt to steady herself. I used gentle force to turn her hips, so that she would face me. As she turned, I noticed her eyes had been closed. She looked up at me, losing me in her deep, enchanting eyes, her lashes perfectly framing them as she gazed into mine. I softly ran my fingers along her slightly rouged cheek. She responded by closing her eyes again, a contented smile gracing her lips as she turned her face toward my gentle hand. I cupped her cheek in my hand and brought my face close to hers. I hesitated for a moment, gauging her reaction, before moving all the way in, bringing our lips to collide softly at first, with growing passion. I revelled in the moment as her eager tongue slid gently into my mouth, caressing mine, whilst my other hand had fallen to her ample ass. My hand encompassed her, squeezing, feeling the inviting lace of her underwear underneath her skirt. I leaned into her body, pressing our lips harder together. She stumbled back into my desk, causing my pens to spill off my desk in a fountain-like formation from their pot. I dropped both of my hands to cup the backs of her upper thighs, just below her ass and lifted her with ease onto the newly made space on my desk. As her ass graced my desk, I swept my arms along my desk at the sides of her legs, eradicating the paper stacks of other students’ homework and the couple of spare textbooks I kept on my desk in case anyone forgot to bring theirs to the lesson. The papers floated in no particular order to the floor, crumpling beneath the textbooks that followed.

Warming to her new position on my desk, she opened her legs as far as her skirt would allow and wrapped them around my legs, pulling me closer in. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me back down for our lips to collide in a frenzy of passion again. I was breaching every rule and regulation as more and more passion grew between us. There were no second thoughts running through my head at this point. It didn’t occur to me how much hard work and effort I had put into becoming a teacher. All that mattered right there and then, was her. I was now running on pure testosterone, as my hand ran up the outside of her leg, the tips of my fingers momentarily disappearing up her skirt before running them back down again. As her fingers wound themselves in my hair, tugging lightly every now and then, I found the zip on her skirt, dragging it slowly down. As she heard the teeth of her zip separating, she stopped kissing me to raise her hips for me so I could easily pull her skirt down her legs. We didn’t break eye contact until I had dropped her skirt to the floor, and I had pulled her legs slightly towards me, bringing her to perch right on the edge of my desk. I dropped to my knees, my arms curled underneath her calves, lifting them to rest on my shoulders as my hands rested on top of her thighs. I moved in closer, zoning in on her black lacy panties that were on display to me. She leaned back onto her elbows on my desk as my hot breath blew over the surface of her underwear. I was moving at such a frantic and frenetic pace but I re-found some composure and slowed, allowing my lips to dance up the inside of her thighs, leaving a trail of gentle kisses on the sensitive, delicate skin as opposed to the passionate frenzy I had earlier unleashed on her lips. After I had run out of thigh to kiss, I focused my lips on her lacy underwear. As I moved from thigh to panties, my nose nonchalantly brushed against her already throbbing pussy. With her pussy throbbing from apprehension of what was to come next, her thighs tensed under my hands as I purposefully dragged my lips along the black lace. She gasped softly at the attention to this hypersensitive area. It was obvious that she was new to this.  

Moving my hands slowly from her thighs, as I ceased the intimate kisses, I slowly pulled down her panties which were now almost completely saturated with her wetness. I dragged the risqué material down her smooth, supple thighs, all the while looking intensely into her lustful eyes, then as the lace slipped off her feet, I made her watch as I slowly sucked all the moisture out of her wet panties before flinging them to the other side of the room. I was now confronted by her beautiful, shaven, tight pussy. I licked my lips, eagerly moving closer. I blew my hot breath onto her now exposed pussy, provoking a tingling sensation that made her breath tremble. The anticipation of what would happen next cause her to grow impatient, and to no surprise, she sat up and reached her arms around the back of my head and encouraged me to give her what she wanted. I could no longer resist such temptation; my tongue flicked lightly against the sensitive clit as I listened to her soft moans. I opened my mouth and focused my attention on one of her wet lips which was was now enclosed within my mouth, sucking on it and gently nibbling on the tender skin, before slowly running the tip of my tongue along the entirety of the lip before repeating the process with the other lip. Her moans increased in volume, but her breathing pattern altered as she felt this new feeling and I now decided that this was the ideal time to delve deep inside of her with my tongue. As soon as I did, the responses grew louder, her fingernails raked up and down my back, provoking a stinging sensation, yet I didn’t even acknowledge it; the adrenaline and testosterone was now domineering my bloodstream and my only focus was using the tip of my tongue to prod at common sensual tender spots and each of these spots caused many gasps, shrieks and moans. As my tongue ran against the responsive vaginal wall, I felt the muscles contract around my tongue and so added another dimension to this pleasurable process as my fingers began to massage her clit. Her moans now eerily bounced off the walls around the classroom. The combination of the clit massage and my tongue running up the vaginal wall was becoming all too much for her to handle. Her back arched as she struggled to refrain from climaxing. As the muscles of her pussy clenched around me, the result of her climax coated my tongue inside her. I lapped up the wetness while she regained some composure. Then I felt her hands either side of my head, guiding me up to her face, a lustful glint in her eye still. Her soft hand reached out and rested on the side of one of my thighs. She slowly and casually manoeuvred her hand until she could feel the bulge that she’d noticed earlier.

Her long fingers fluttered to the zip on my trousers, dragging it slowly down. The vibrations of the zip against my cock almost roused a deep moan in my throat, but I kept my cool. Her fingers hooked under the waistband of my trousers and she gently pulled them down then allowed them to drop to the floor. Her large, blue eyes fell to the obvious bulge straining against my tight boxers, and as I stepped out of my trousers, she began to unbutton the rest of her shirt to reveal a black lacy bra, adorned with a small bow on each strap, to match the panties I had previously flung across the room. My eyes scanned over her chest and took in her perfectly presented bust, her breasts almost spilling from her bra. Breaking me out of my trance, she hooked one finger beneath the waistband of my boxers and pulled me back towards her on the desk. I willingly obliged and stepped towards her, curious as to what she would do next. She tilted her head up to look at me, hinting at my lips, so I bent and brought my lips to hers again, our lips locking with copious amounts of passion like before, but somehow more controlled this time. As we kissed, she trailed her fingers down the ridges of my abs, then her palm fell to the bulge in my boxers and gently squeezed, a move I was not anticipating. Her sudden burst of confidence in the field was sexy and becoming on her. My cock flexed under her touch, causing a mischievous smile to spread across her face.

She once again hooked her fingers below the waistband of my boxers, this time tugging them down my legs. I stepped out of the boxers and kicked them out of the way, confronting her with my newly free erection, extending towards her like a handshake. She grasped my shaft and began to work her petite hand slowly up and down, each time she exposed the head, she rubbed her thumb over it in circular motions. She looked up through her long, thick lashes at me, seeking approval of what she was doing; approval was given to her through my moans and groans. Her other hand moved to the outside of one of my muscular thighs as her other hand continued to work on my impossibly hard cock. She raked her fingernails lightly up and down my thigh, stimulating a tickling sensation along with the pleasurable one I was experiencing from her other hand. Then, to my disappointment, she removed her hold from my now throbbing cock and moved her hand to my other thigh, now moving her hands up to hold my hips. The disappointment didn’t last for long though, as she advanced on me, taking my cock past her juicy lips, deep into her mouth. She began to suck firmly, moving her head back and forth as she sucked, lightly digging her fingertips into my hips. I thrusted lightly, encouraging her to take me as deep as she possibly could, one of my hands holding the back of her head, and the other resting over the top of one of hers on my hip. She took me all the way in, running her tongue along the underside of my shaft, then as she retracted my cock from her mouth, she rolled her tongue around the head, causing me to unintentionally flex.

I took the pause as an opportunity to treat her like the naughty girl she had become. This took her by surprise as I asked her to stand up and whispered into her ear “I want you to write on the blackboard for me: I’ve been a very naughty girl”. She slipped off my desk, and sheepishly walked toward the blackboard, swaying her hips never the less, flaunting her newly found confidence and her well-rounded ass. She picked up a piece of chalk and began to write the line. Once she had written it out in her neat script, she turned to look at me, seeking my satisfaction. However, when she turned, she saw me brandishing the metre ruler I sometimes used in class for demonstrations. I swung the ruler and spanked her. I observed as her ass rippled from the contact, listened to her short yelp as the wooden stick stung against her ass. “Again” I barked, gesturing towards the blackboard. She wielded the chalk once more and continued to write more lines for me as per my instruction. With every line she wrote, she received a spank. This continued until there was no room left on the board for more lines and her ass was a bright shade of pink. The yelps and moans that left her lips were filled with pleasure and were music to my ears. Thankfully, there was no one still in school at this hour except for the caretakers, however they were usually work-shy until about an hour after the end of the school day, so I could be confident that they were still in their office, sipping tea, ignorant to what was happening right now in my classroom.

Having been satisfied that I had punished her enough now, I rested the metre ruler back against the wall and beckoned her to follow me back to my desk again. She followed, sitting on the edge again and opening her legs for me. A playful smile pulled on my lips as I gazed intently at her with my intense, lust filled eyes. “Oh no, I’ll have you bent over my desk” I uttered to her. Her eyes widened as the words left my mouth. She obeyed, sliding off the desk and turning to face her back to me. She slowly bent herself across my desk and spread her legs apart to allow me easy access. I discovered that all the foreplay and the punishment had made her pussy gloriously wet, she was positively dripping for me in anticipation of my cock. I slowly eased my cock inside of her tight, soaking pussy. She clenched around me as I pushed deeper inside of her. A raspy moan left her lips as she felt all of me pushed into her. I filled the entirety of her warm, wet pussy with my hard, pulsating cock. I eased slowly in and out of her to begin with, to allow her to get used to me and adjust. She remained bent over the desk as I thrusted slowly and as gently as I could inside her, her face pressed to the surface, occasionally letting a moan escape her lips as she felt my cock touch on the sensitive spots within her. After allowing her a period of time to adjust and get used to my cock filling her, I decided to adopt a more spontaneous and unpredictable nature as I slid my cock in and out of her at a faster pace. With my change in speed, her breathing quickened, I had taken her by surprise; she was attempting to deal with the sudden difference. Her moans became louder again as my big cock teased her sensitive pleasure spots relentlessly. I focused on controlling my breathing and ensuring that I didn’t climax too soon. The incoherent moans began to form my name as she struggled to cope with the euphoria threatening to wash over her body any moment. The recognition and appreciation of my efforts spurred me on and I quickly developed a second wind, I decided to increase the depth but completely slowed down, although with the loss of speed, there was almost a loss of intensity, but it meant that she could now feel my cock pulsating inside of her with every thrust, which turned her on even more. Once I had slowed down, it allowed me the chance to recover and regain some energy and control. Once again, I increased the speed and intensity of my thrusts, causing her lustrous moans to turn into primal screams, begging and pleading for more. The quickened rhythm and less time between each relentless thrust caused her to lose her breath. I suddenly stopped entirely, not wanting to tire her out too soon, as I ultimately acknowledged, it was a marathon and not a sprint.

I pulled out from the confines of her warm, tight pussy. My focus was now to be on her perky breasts. They were soft and round but her nipples had hardened throughout the entirety of the experience so far. I placed one in my mouth and began to suck it with an element of delicacy and finesse, I understood how sensitive her nipples were and I didn’t want to inflict unnecessary pain. The change in tactic proved fruitful as her vocal chords worked overtime once more, if she’d been getting used to the thrusts, then this tangent would completely reset her mind and make the experience as pleasurable as the first time she had felt my cock slowly reach deep inside of her. I heard a crack in her voice and I was sure she had begun to lose control, but I carried on regardless, my gentle subtle sucking was replaced by rougher nibbling as her moans continued and increased in volume. I constantly fluctuated the speed and pressure that I was subjecting her nipples to. I changed which part of my tongue that I used, the tip of my tongue which had lashed against the sensitive nipples, when I was taking no prisoners instantly changed to a longer continuous lick which prolonged the sensual experience as long as I could without being boring and predictable but at this exact moment she was still in an intense orgasmic state and I was making the most of it.

I wanted to take advantage of this unique state that she was in and I decided to do so as I picked her up in more capable, strong arms, swivelled around and pushed her back against the blackboard. She wrapped her long, slender legs around me and her fingers once again ran over my muscular physique but I returned to penetrating her. I was building momentum with each thrust as I increased speed and depth to a point where I was struggling to control and maintain it. As her body slammed against the blackboard and jolted with every thrust, chalk rained down upon us but I maintained my focus and the momentum continued to grow. My urges to climax had built up quietly but it had now reached a point that felt like it was almost too much. I mentally battled past the burning desire to cum and my energy levels were plummeting but I could tell that she had predicted what was going to come next, as she begged breathlessly for me to cum inside of her. I eventually gave into her pleas as she continued to fill my ears with sensual moans that tipped me over the edge. I finally exploded inside of her, waves of ecstasy washing over me as I grunted and moaned, pulling her ponytail roughly as I came. I allowed her to find her footing on the floor as I gently pulled out of her, setting her gently down. She slowly slumped to the floor in a heap of exhaustion. She brought her knees up, opening her legs slightly for me to see her own excitement slowly seeping out of her, glistening on her lips as she brought her fingers to them to taste herself. I watched on in amazement at her confidence as the afternoon had gone on.

Once we both got dressed, she helped me to pick up the papers that had forcefully drifted to the floor. Then she left me to sort them into their previous order as she gingerly sauntered out the door, attempting to eradicate the stiffness she’d developed over the past hour or so. After she left, I collapsed to the floor in complete exhaustion and reflected on what had just happened.

The next day, she moved carefully into my classroom among the sea of other students. As usual, she sat in her second row seat, and began unpacking her things. My eyes followed her every move as normal. As the rest of the students settled, and their noise died down, I began the lesson. On today’s schedule was Maths: Areas & Perimeters. It was a particularly mundane lesson as I set about demonstrating a few maths problems on the relatively clean blackboard.

As I picked up the metre ruler, I threw a quick, subtle glance over to her. As my eyes met hers for no more than a second, a ferocious blush spread across her face, and she dropped her eyes immediately to her notes as the crackling of the wooden ruler caused shivers to run down her spine. Turning to face the black board that remained somewhat in a dirty state, I couldn’t help but smile as from this angle, I could still see the faint edges of the lines that I had made her write for me and her curvaceous outline imprinted on the board. Nobody else could see the filthy messages and images that remained as a faint memory of what we had done. After the mundane demonstrations, I set my pupils to work on some problems in their textbooks and began to amble through the desks, masquerading attentiveness. Then I saw it. At my feet; the pencil. Her pencil. I bent down, picked it up and made my way over to her desk. She tried to busy herself with her questions, even though we both knew that she’d already completed them. I stood to the side of her, one hand resting on the back of her chair, the other flourishing her pencil. She regarded her pencil in my hand and once again, flushed a wonderful shade of scarlet. She sheepishly took her pencil from my hand and uttered a hurried “thank you, Sir” as she shoved the pencil quickly into her pencil case, almost as if she worried that her classmates would know what she had got up to after class last night. The lesson seemed to fly by as the bell rang and she disappeared into the sea of bodies once again but even though we were in such an open environment, we still had our dirty little secret.