A pervert who preyed on students

“I was a good student Mr. Patterson, but my Maths lecturer was a chauvinistic prig and nothing I ever wrote was good enough for him.” By now I'm wearing a terrycloth robe, but the pretty exchange student is still in her wet swimsuit. I don't know if it was the cool air or recalling her embarrassing ordeal, but Riya's nipples are hard little nubs tenting the tight lycra of her one-piece. “I needed his recommendation to get into an American college but didn't believe girls should read Mathematics.”

“And he wanted something in exchange for his recommendation?” Hearing how this pervert teacher took advantage of this shy young Indian student was making my cock start to twitch already. Over my almost thirty years of teaching, I was tempted to do this exact thing a couple times myself. I don't know if it was because I was happily married or just too responsible to act out on these base urges, but I never took advantage of any student. Well, last year I acted out at least a half dozen different variations of these exact scenarios with Alison, but that wasn't quite the real thing. I turn my attention back to Riya who is still recounting what happened.

“Mr. Pytel was in his thirties, married with a pretty wife. I still don't know why he wanted me; I think he liked the fact that I would get flustered easily. He started slowly, Mr. Patterson. A suggestive comment here, a quick touch on my thigh, you know, that kind of stuff. The worst part was that he made me feel like rubbish, like I was stupid and plain.” I've been through enough Safe School Environment training to recognize grooming behavior. What Riya describes next goes far beyond the borderline behavior that a teacher might be able to get away with. “When that didn't satisfy him, he marked one of my exams a C. I know I did really well on the test, but he just laughed at me when I went to talk to him. He was awful.”

“What did he say?”

“He told me that as a dumb girl, I shouldn't bother go to Uni, and that I should find a man to spread my legs and start him making babies.”

“Why didn't you complain to someone?” I feel a little guilty at the way Riya lowers her eyes; she is clearly ashamed about the whole ordeal that wasn't even her fault.

“Mr. Patel was one of the best liked teachers in the school, Mr. Patterson.” I can hear the pain in her voice as she recalls the experience. “Respected by the administration, parents and popular with the students too. It would have been my word against his.”

“I left his office in tears, Sir. He just laughed though, had me just where he wanted.”

Riya's young body starts rocking and even though she's recounting a traumatic event she seems to be getting excited too. “The next day he called me back to his office and told me that he was going to give me a break ... if I sucked him 'like a good little slut'.”

“And you gave in to him?”

“What else could I do?” Riya's hands twisted nervously on her lap as she knelt at my feet. “I was crying, Sir, and my hands were shaking, but that seemed to make him like it even more.”

“He sounds like a real sick bastard.” Even as I was getting angry at this man I didn't even know, I could feel my cock getting hard again under my bath robe, “Did you take him in your mouth obediently like he told you to?”

“It was hard at first, Mr. Patterson. His penis smelled gross; I remember crying as he rubbed himself all over my face until I finally took his head into my mouth.” Between her little gasps, she continues. “He wasn't satisfied though. He called me a 'darkie slut' and pushed himself all the way into my mouth.” By now, it is clear to both of us where this is going, and I move closer to where she is fidgeting nervously.

“I bet he wanted to fuck you too.” I stroke her cheek boldly, “I bet he wanted to pop your cherry.” When she didn't say anything, I took her chin firmly and lifted her face to meet my hard stare. “You know he wanted your tight, young teenaged pussy stretched around his cock, didn't you?” Riya shudders a little but doesn't pull away from my hand.

“He did, Mr. Patterson. He tried to pull up my skirt, but I wouldn't let him.” Riya words were coming out now in breathy gasps, “I think he was going to **** me, but I guess he decided it was too risky.” Riya's brown eyes blink softly as she looks up at me. “When I started sucked him again, he used my hair to pull me even more until I was gagging on him.”

“That married pervert got to face-fuck you like that right there in his office?”

“I was afraid of what he might do if I didn't let him.” Riya is close to tears as she tries to justify what she did. “I was afraid he was going to **** me if I didn't satisfy him.” Once again, I am caught between my anger at Riya's teacher and my desire to take her exactly like that and fuck her sweet little body. I don't have to rush thing though. Poor Riya doesn't have much of a choice with me either, but unlike her math teacher, I am going to get the full prize.

“Luckily, Mr. Patterson, his penis wasn't big like yours. I got used to it; even when he was holding my head and squirting his seed right into my mouth I didn't gag.” The memory of Riya's pretty brown lips around my cock is still fresh in my mind and the way she coughed up my load of seed when I filled her mouth. “I felt so dirty, Mr. Patterson. I ran all the way back home and straight to the shower.”

“Did he make you blow him like that often?” By now I was good and hard again and wouldn't mind feeling her soft lips wrapped around my cock again.

“No, Mr. Patterson, just that one time.” For a second, I see some of the fire I've come to expect from my new tenant. “I told him if he didn't leave me alone and write me a letter of recommendation that I'd ruin his life. It turns out he wasn't so scary when I stood up to him.” Riya moans softly, and leans into my palm, “I caught him watching me every so often after that and saw the bulge in his trousers. I know he wanted to be the one to take me, but I was supper careful when I was around him and nothing ever came of it.” Her hand other hand lifts to wrap around my neck she pulls herself up until she is just an inch es from my face. “You're going to finish what he started, Mr. Patterson, aren't you?”