Let’s just say she needed a little more persuasion

Her eyes went wide with shock when she saw me fish my dick out of my boxers, before she shut them tight and turned her head away. My jeans were pulled down to my thighs, and I snuck a glance at the still closed classroom door. It was only a matter of time before someone came in. A janitor or somebody.

“You should probably hurry up,” I said, a little impatiently, and maybe a little callously. “Unless you want someone to walk in on us.” She stayed frozen in place, too disgusted and terrified to even move. I smirked. I was obviously gonna have to walk her through this.

“Come on,” I said, encouraging her too quickly for her to react, my fingers wrapping around her slender arm as I gently pushed her back. She tensed up but made no move to leave, stopping where I moved her. I pulled out her chair and rolled it backwards and out of the way. “Why don’t you kneel down, get comfortable?” I asked her, my hand on her shoulder. She hesitated for a moment or two before meekly lowering herself onto her knees, her eyes still closed as a soft, quiet noise escaped her nose and throat. I slowly stroked my hardening cock, beyond turned on at how compliant she was.

“What was that comment about studying?” I said, stroking myself in front of her. She exhaled a shuddering breath, her arms crossed tight against her chest. “You know, you embarrassed me in front of the class. Look at me.” She bit her lower lip and opened her eyes, making sure she was looking up into mine and not at the long, thick piece of meat in my hand, being stroked mere inches from her face. “The way I see it, you owe me a big kiss.” She made a face of utter disgust, as if she tasted something horrible, and her body shuddered involuntarily. “Don’t you agree, Miss Laura?”

With alert, wet eyes she simply stared up at me. She didn’t yell. She didn’t scream. She didn’t utter a word to me. She just knelt there, looking at me. Waiting. “Come on,” I encouraged her, almost whispering as I pointed my dick at her face. “One kiss, and then I’ll leave.” Her chest was heaving and her breaths came out loud and deep as her nerves froze her in place. As patient as I was, it had its limits.

“Kiss my cock,” I demanded, a little annoyed. She gasped lightly, not expecting such a vulgar request. Her right hand suddenly clasped tightly around the cross around her neck. I smiled. Is there a prayer for that? Bless me father, as I accept this fat dick? I put my right hand on top of her head and gently nudged it toward me. She resisted as much as she could, but only for a second.

“Good girl,” I encouraged as her body gave up fighting, trying to fight the urge to make her blow me. Forcing myself on girls wasn’t my style. It was more like persuasive persistence. Giving them what they didn’t know they wanted. What they needed. I’m an asshole…not a monster. Big difference.

I tilted her head back to get a better view, and to my surprise she did not resist. She just kept looking up at me. “Let me see those lips,” I told her. She pursed her lips and swallowed, a subtle act that, when seeing it, shot straight down from my eyes to my dick, making it flex powerfully in my hand as I grit my teeth.

I pointed my fat cockhead at her mouth and touched it to them. She flinched and furrowed her eyebrows as an involuntary, nervous noise of disgust came from her throat, her eyes wild and wide as they were locked onto mine. I gently parted her lips with the head of my dick, wondering if I’d feel sink into it soon. “Kiss that dick,” I whispered, almost groaning as the warmth of her lips touched me. She timidly tightened her lips and puckered, planting an innocent, wet kiss on the tip of my cock, then quickly pulled away, an uneasy noise coming from her throat. Oh God.

“Let me see that tongue,” I urgently whispered. She wiped her mouth with the bath of her hand, hesitating as she built up her nerve. She looked back at me and gave me quite the glare. “I just wanna see it. Nice and slow, stick it out. I bet it’s so pretty.”

She exhaled deeply and blinked quickly, as if unsure of how to do what I’d told her. She made an uneasy face and grit her teeth, her eyes filled with annoyed resignation. Her inexperience was driving me crazy with arousal. Then, she furrowed her eyebrows and timidly opened her mouth, her tongue shaking as she slowly extended it.

“More,” I whispered, my eyes locked onto that soft, pink, wet tongue. She opened wider and my hand tilted her head back again. She stuck her tongue out further, and I took the opportunity in front of me and squeezed my shaft, milking a big drop of precum to the tip of my dick, and dragging it across her outstretched tongue. She recoiled instantly, closing her mouth as she backed away, repulsed. I exhaled as I tucked myself back into my boxers, quickly pulling my jeans up and buckling my belt.

“How do I taste?” I asked gently, the asshole making his triumphant return. She wiped her mouth again and again with the sleeve of her sweater and back of her hands, but the deed was done. The sin, committed. I knew she tasted it.

The look she gave me told me exactly how she thought I tasted, her bottom lip quivering as she swallowed down the urge to start crying. My heavy, and very full balls wanted more, but I didn’t want to push my luck.

“Well, a deal is a deal,” I said, adjusting the uncomfortable bulge at the front of my jeans. “Thanks. You’re a natural.” I smiled down at her, offering my hand to help her up. She ignored my hand and quickly stood up, brushing her knees off with her sweater sleeve as she quickly and awkwardly gathered her purse and laptop. Head down, she took a step toward me. I could only imagine how red her face was.

“Please get out of my way,” she quietly demanded, her voice distant, almost monotone in its delivery.

I smirked, fighting back a chuckle. Even after all that, she still said ‘please.’ Oh, this girl was amazing.

I moved out of the way and she hurried past me, her small, white sneakers squeaking almost comically on the floor of the classroom as she tightly clutched her laptop to her chest.

“Same time tomorrow?” I called out as the door gently closed behind her, the latch clicking loudly before the quick, faint squeak of her sneakers could be heard as she hurried down the hallway.