Advanced Seduction (Straight, Romance) (4 page)

He kissed her on the lips, his mouth firm against her own. She felt wonderfully helpless in his arm. He took charge, as she always imagined he would. His hands clung to her tightly. With his kisses, he eased her mouth open and his tongue flashed out to tease her.

She whimpered softly, her body trembling, and parted her lips and let her tongue slid alone his own. He tasted of mouthwash, mint, and her pussy. It brought a smile to her lips and she sneaked her arm underneath him to clutch his ass and pull him tight.

They stood in the middle of the empty hall and kissed.

But, as much as she moaned in his grip, it was the classroom she really wanted. With a tiny grunt, she broke the embrace and stared up at him. The sight of his intense blue eyes sent a wave of heat radiating from her pussy. “Mr. Roberts, I’m going to be late.”

He grinned and released her. “Oh, sorry.”

Turning on her heels, she walked the last few feet along and opened the door. The chemistry lab was just like she remembered: black-countered lab tables along the outer walls. In the center, a bank of twenty desks sat as if two years hadn’t passed. Each chair was blue molded plastic with a writing surface on the top. A wire basket underneath used to hold her bag.

Biting her lip and grinning, she headed straight for the middle desk in the front row. Grabbing the edge, she swept herself into the seat and felt a thrill as her skirt caught on the edge and her bare ass pressed against the warm plastic.

The lights of the classroom flickered to life as Dave flipped the switch. She lowered her head and watching him through her eyelashes as he hurried behind the desk. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a strip of condoms and stuck it on the side.

She grinned and pulled out her box. Waving it, she leaned over the edge of her desk to give him a view of her red bra before putting the condoms on the basket underneath the chair.

“You came prepared, I’m surprised.”

“I always did my homework, Mr. Roberts. You know that.”

He clutched the side of the table and let out a long breath. “Fuck.”

She bit her lip and smiled. “Still okay?”

“All I want to do is rip your clothes off and fuck you right here,” he tapped the desk.

Christina wanted to clamp her legs together from the sudden gush of excitement. Instead, she dragged her leg away from the desk, parting her thighs and letting the fabric of her skirt fall into the space between her legs. “Isn’t that extra credit?”

He ran his hand along his desk, pushing his nameplate to the side. “You’d get a passing grade.” He continued in silence, taking off his glasses and setting them next to the nameplate.

She reached down and tugged on her skirt, pulling it up an inch before stopping. “I think I should study first. You did say I had an oral exam.” To make her point, she licked her lips. It was a cheesy come-on, but in the excitement of the moment, she didn’t care. She wasn’t taking theater class, she was going to fuck her teacher.

He hesitated, his fingers stretching out on the table.

She gulped. “Unless you don’t think you can give two tests in a row.”

He shook his head and came around. “No!”

She jumped and giggled.

“Sorry, no,” he murmured with a blush. “I mean, I can handle two tests.”

Christina tugged up the skirt a little further, a flush rising when he tilted his head to look underneath the desk. “Because, I’m sure I could use a bit of tutoring if you need some time to grade.” The corner of her lip curled up, it was almost too much for her to keep a straight face.

Dave hesitated again, but then stepped away from the desk. His cock strained against his jeans and a damp spot had seeped through the denim. He reached down to unzip, but Christina shook her head and gestured for him to come closer.

His breath came deep and fast as he stepped up to the desk. He trailed his fingers along the top of her desk.

She reached over and tugged him by his belt to the side. Lifting her gaze up to him, she gave him a beaming smile. “Hi, Mr. Roberts.”

He reached down and stroked the back of his hand along her cheek. The touch was electric against her skin. He continued to lower his hand, tracing the line of her jaw and then down to her throat.

Christina panted softly as she fumbled with his belt. Dave’s fingers moving down the line of her cleavage made it hard to concentrate. She pulled the tongue of the belt free and unbuckled him. Panting with her effort, she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.

At the smell of his hard cock, her pussy clenched with anticipation. She trembled as she peeled back his underwear and stared down at the cock she dreamed about for years.

It was perfect. About seven inches long with a glistening tip. At the base, she saw nothing but bare skin. The scent of shaving cream drifted from his sex. Surprised, she looked up. “You shaved?”

He looked sheepish. “Yeah… I thought you’d like it better.”

She glanced down and then back up.

“D-Do you?”

Christina pushed his underwear down until his balls popped free from their confines. With a guttural moan, she lowered her head to mouth the side of his smooth testicles. He was hot and slick and smooth.

Dave’s hand clamped down on her breast and his fingers dug in.

“Let me show you,” she whispered before opening her lips and pulling his left ball into her mouth. It was thick and swollen.

“Oh,” he gasped and his knuckles cracked, “fuck!”

She almost came at the soft, needy cry. She slowly lifted her eyes to stare into his face as she rolled him around in her mouth. Her tongue explored the delicate skin, catching along the curves before moving up to where it joined with the rest of his body.

His cock jumped with his pulse. She tried to keep her eyes locked on his face, but it was hard with the long line of his shaft bouncing around. Thick dribbles of precum coated the bottom of his cock and she could taste it along his balls.

Grinning, she reached up with her free hand and grabbed his length. The slick heat felt good again her palm, but the inhaled gasp felt better. She was actually doing it, she was blowing her teacher. Feeling his moans vibrating through his body, she pumped his cock in slow, steady strokes. Every inch of his length felt perfect: a smooth shaft, a slickness that tasted good, and even a head that felt just perfect for driving into her cunt.

“C-Careful of the head,” he whimpered.

She froze, her fingertips against the ridge of her glans.

He blushed. “S-Sorry, I’m just really sensitive there.” With a gulp, he amended himself, “I-Is that okay?”

Christina let his testicle pop out of her mouth without letting her eyes move away from his beautiful shaft and face. “Yes, Mr. Roberts.”

With a soft moan, she lifted her head and tilted his cock toward her. Her lips kissed the base of his shaft, feeling the steely base underneath silk skin. She took her time to drag her lips away, leaving a lipstick mark. The taste of musk and precum brought a wave of heat to course through her body.

Dave moaned and his eyes began to roll up in his head. “T-That feels good, Miss Sinclair.”

She giggled, almost breaking the mood. Instead, she lowered her gaze to focus on his glistening cock and kissed her way up to the tip. When there was room, she swapped sides with her palm so she was stroking his base and balls. The wet, slurping noises drifted around her as she regarded the tip of his shaft.

“Please?”

Christina brought her gaze back up to him as she tilted her head. Her lower lip dragged along the slick skin until they were connected by the tiniest contact. She smiled and opened her mouth further, inviting him to push his cock past her lips.

Dave’s body trembled with his panting. He peeled his hand from the back of her chair and reached out for her, a silent question.

She nodded and felt a heat boiling inside her. The anticipation of what would come next was inevitable and overwhelming.

His hand was gently against the side of her head. With a firm grip, he tilted her down and pushed forward. His cock felt huge as it slid along her bottom lip before rolling over her tongue.

She closed her mouth around it, enjoying the thickness sliding into her and the heat filling her.

His hand held her in place as he slid in and out, tiny strokes at first but quickly growing longer. She stared into his eyes as she felt the ridges of his length sliding along her lips and the head of his cock working toward the back of her throat. She hadn’t given a blow job in a long time, but seeing him panting with need pushed away the fear that he would start pounding her face.

Christina brought her other hand down between her legs, pulling away the fabric so she could stroke her pussy with two fingers. She was soaked, slick and dripping. The pleasure of her fingertips on her clit coursed through her body, adding to the intensity of her high school teacher fucking her.

It didn’t take long before his precum flooded her mouth. It pooled on her tongue and she felt dribbles running down her throat.

“I-I can’t last long.” He pumped faster, sliding deeper and faster. His length pulsed with heat and he brought his other hand into play, holding her head in place as his hips plunged his cock into her mouth.

Christina curled her fingers around the curve of her pubic mound and drove two fingers up into her cunt. A moment later, she matched his thrusts with her own, adding to the pulse of pleasure radiating from her sex.

She kicked off her left shoe so she could curl her toes. She couldn’t look away from his face, admiring and lusting with every stroke. His belly bumped against her nose with every stroke and his length came close to gagging her, but they moved together in a rhythm.

Just as sweat prickled his brow, Dave gasped. “I… I’m coming!”

The cock in between her lips began to swell. Christina pushed him away, she didn’t want him to come in her mouth.

For a moment, he stared down at her in glazed confusion. The first spurt exploded in her mouth, coating the back of her throat. And then he pulled it out of her. The second caught her face, painting a line from her nose to her shoulder. More of them came in rapid succession, thick ropes of cum coating against her lips, hair, and chest.

“Sorry!” he gasped.

Christina swallowed the bit in her mouth and tilted her head, exposing her throat and cleavage to his orgasm.

Dave fisted his cock and let it pump, shooting wads of cum against her skin. It coated her before rolling down in the valley of her breasts. More of it splashed against her blouse before dripping to her skirt.

When the last bit failed to leave his shaft, instead it spurted and dribbled down, Christina leaned forward and kissed his tip.

He jumped at her touch.

She pulled back slightly and looked up. She could feel cum connecting their bodies.

“Sensitive.” He cleared his throat. “I mean it’s a bit sensitive.”

She nodded and sat up, arching her back to lifted her cum-soaked breasts to his view. Looking down, she grinned. Her outfit was ruined, at least until someone washed it thoroughly. Glancing up, she smiled. “You like, Mr. Roberts?”

“You look like you’ve been studying hard.”

A moment of silence stretched between them. Christina struggled with the corny line, suddenly lame in the afterglow of an orgasm. In front of her, the corner of Dave’s lip curled up.

It was too much. Christina snorted and laughed.

He joined her, leaning against the desk as his cock bobbed. “I-I’m sorry! That was horrible.”

“Y-Yes, it was.”

They quieted after a moment.

Dave pulled up the desk and sat on it, his shaft growing limp as it oozed cum. “Do you… want to come home with me?”

Christina pressed her hand against her pussy. “Yes,” she whispered.

She glanced over at his desk. “But, I’d like you to fuck me on that first.” She turned back. “If you’re willing.”

He looked down at his shaft. “I think I need a few minutes.”

“I can wait,” she said as the heat tickled her fingers, “it will be worth it.”

Dave smiled suddenly. “I’m only five minutes away. You interested in some of my beer? I could run out, grab it, and come back. By the time I get back….?”

“I’ll be on that desk, waiting for—” She almost gave a schoolgirl joke, but then decided to be honest. “Waiting to fuck you.”

Twenty minutes felt like hours, an endless stretching of the seconds. It reminded her of the final moments of her tests, when the clock ticks thudded with painful slowness. She swung her feet in time with the clock, her bare toes sailing out before coming back down. Her skirt clung to her hips and fluttered with the breeze.

She spread her legs and moaned softly. Even after twenty minutes, she still felt the moisture and heat boiling inside her. It tickled her hairs and glistened along her thighs. The ache of pleasure radiated along her body, reminding her that in a few minutes, she would be fucking her high school teacher.

Next to her, her phone rang out. She jumped at the pop song and fumbled with it. Flipping it over, she unlocked the screen. It was a message from her father.

“Achievement unlocked: 5G - Banged the Teacher?”

She rolled her eyes and giggled. Flipping the phone on the side, she typed a quick response. “Don’t be gross, Daddy.” A heartbeat later, she added a bit more before sending it. “Soon.”

Another text came in. “Spending the night?”

“I think so. Do you mind?”

“No, mom gives her love and you’re having dinner with us on Sunday. Call if you need me. Love you.” It was Friday night, well, Saturday morning.

Before she could respond, a second message came through.

“P.S. Don’t tell me details.”

She grinned and locked her phone. Tossing it on the corner of the desk, she let out a loud sigh and glanced at the phone. Twenty-two minutes since he left.

When he offered to get a beer, it seemed like a good idea. A little drink and then some more fucking. But, in the long minute since she left, she felt exhaustion tugging on her. It was almost two in the morning and she started to wonder if what his bed would feel like.

Christina yawned.