Shelby wants cock

Shelby stopped at the door, closed and locked it, then turned around with an evil smile.

“Pull out your cock,” said Shelby in her beautiful Irish accent.

“How are you here?” asked Richard, standing up from behind his desk.

“I live here. Pull out your cock.”

“Wait... no. You said you were visiting from Ireland.”

“Noooo.” The redhead's lyrical voice washed over her young teacher. “You asked me where I got my “delightful accent” and I told you Ireland. Two hours later when your cock was buried in my throat you asked how long I would be in town. So I popped my little head up to tell you I was just visiting my friend Jill at her university for the weekend. I never said I was visiting from Ireland. I moved here two years ago to be with my Mum.”

“Oh.” Richard put his hands over his face, not sure how to handle this. A sharp shove to his chest sent him falling backwards, landing hard in his chair. Shelby straddled his legs and sat on his lap.

Richard tried to think of what he could say to get out of this. “Look. That was a great frat party. I was really glad to meet you.”

“Is that what we're calling it?” asked Shelby as she slid her school jacket off and dropped it on his desk. “I think you 'met' me at least three times that night.”

Richard smiled. “Four. That was a good night, wasn't it?” He recovered his stern expression. “But things have changed. I'm your teacher now.”

“Yeah, I suppose you are.” The lovely Irish girl wrapped her fingers around his head and leaned in close. “Now pull out your cock.”