Meeting with Donna

Class drags by, and finally, the bell rings. Donna stays behind. "What are you going to do?" she asks you.

"Do you think humiliating her and making her my submissive would fit the bill?" you ask.

"Sounds like fun. That will satisfy me," she says.

"How about I satisfy you after school, say 3 o'clock here?" you ask.

"Nope, I have a doctor's appointment," she says with a grin. "Take care of that little prescription."

"Excellent, how about during lunch?" you ask.

"Oh, yeah, Daddy!" she whispers as she leaves, swaying her hips just a bit more than usual.

The third period sails by and you eat your lunch while they work on practice sheets for the midterm on Friday. Next is lunch but you don't want to eat your sandwich at lunch.

Once all the students leave for lunch, a few minutes pass before Donna walks in.

"I made sure no one saw me walk in," she says a little breathlessly. She locks the door.

She unbuttons her blouse as she walks toward you. Her grin couldn't get bigger.

You remove your shirt a little too fast and pop a button. She arrives in front of you with just a pair of green silk panties, as she kicks her skirt toward the chalkboard. She grabs your belt and proceeds to undo your belt, snap, and zipper of your pants. They fall to the floor and you step out of them.

You kiss her with one hand on her pert tit, massaging it and tweaking her nipple. She rubs your cock through your boxers. Your tongues do the watusi in her mouth.

She breaks the kiss and asks, "So what are you going to do with her?"

You pick her up, depositing her on the desk, and you stand between her legs. You slide her panties off her, leaving her naked. "Well, I was thinking first I'm going start giving her terrible marks in class. She's not doing that well anyway, but this will be headed to a D or failing. Get her ****.

You pull a condom out of your pocket, and Donna smiles at you.

"Thank you, Daddy!" She takes it from you, ripping the foil, and puts it on your johnson.

"She'll probably come to me to see if I can fix her grade, maybe even in exchange for sex. I heard some rumors about her in that regard."

You tease Donna's clit with your cock head while you rub her nipple hard under your thumb.

She moans and says, "Oh, I like that. I've heard that too. Hell, I've spread that rumor."

"Then we she asks I'll tell her to make up an excuse to come over after dinner."

You slip the head inside Donna's slick opening. She wraps her legs around you, and says, "Stick it in, Daddy. I wanna feel you inside me."

You slam in all the way. "Oh, fuck, Donna, you are so wet!" Her moans fill the room as you begin fucking her. Slapping sounds of your hips echo off the walls.

"What then?" Donna asks breathlessly.

"Well, I tell her that her grade goes up a letter for every nasty thing I ask her to do," you pant between thrusts.

Donna bites her lower lip, "Uh-huh, I like it so far." She's panting like a dog.

You pick up the pace. "First, she'll have to strip at my house completely naked in front of me."

"You're a dirty bastard," she moans as she groans loudly, her face a mask of pleasure. "And then?"

"I'm going make her wear an almost nonexistent French maid outfit and clean the kitchen." You keep fucking her harder and faster.

"Oh, yeah, Daddy," she moans out as you pick up the pace. "Make me cum hard!"

You grunt as you fuck this sexy teen. "Then I'm going to fondle her as she works. If she objects or messes up the cleaning, I'll spank her ass."

"Oh, God! Yes! Yes!" she screams through clenched teeth as she cums.

The hard pulsing of her cunt around your meat brings on your climax. Her pussy milks your cock dry and she collapses against the desk. You catch your breath and hold her tightly, her ass in your hands as you come down from your high.

You both are breathing heavily as you slip out of Donna's hot furnace of a pussy.

Donna starts dressing. "I'll do more, but the big piece is that I'll record the whole thing. I have security cameras hidden all over the house. I figure I'll be fucking her several times in various rooms. I bought Viagra for the occasion," you finish.

Donna straightens her clothes and buttons her blouse. "I gotta go, Mr. Doe. Thanks for the fuck."

"Let me know how your appointment goes. Bye!" you say as you wave.

She gives you a sexy wink and leaves the classroom.

You dress, tucking your cock back in your pants, and head to the teacher's lounge for a much-deserved cup of coffee.