A Brand New Convert

Kelly’s a mess, red face, sweat stained breasts, red pussy, red ass, satisfied but still needy green eyes. She kneels looking at you as if she’s kneeling before her god.

“Get up and get cleaned up,” you order her. She doesn’t move. “Didn’t you hear me, Miss Golden?”

Her reply is a bit croaky, her throat unused to the **** you’d unleashed in it. “Is that how men fuck? I’ve never been fucked by a man before, only boys.”

“If you don’t start moving, I might do it again.”

“Yes, please.” You weren’t expecting that response. “I don’t want boys anymore. I want men. I want you. I want you, Mr Smith, I want you.”

Right, well you’ve just fucked your second student of the day, and her reaction seems to be identical to the first.

You slump in your chair, dick slowly wilting, breath laboured. You really gave Kelly everything you could, and she took it. She took and she’s revelling in it.

“Was that my punishment, sir?” Her green eyes are still on you, on your wilting cock.

“Did it feel like a punishment to you, Kelly?”

She shakes her head. “It was heaven. It was the best. I’ve never cum so hard, not with my biggest and best vibrator.”

You pick up her bra from the desk and throw it at her. “Go and get dressed.”

She stumbles to her feet and limps towards the washroom. “God, my pussy’s so raw.” When she disappears inside you stand, pull up your pants and adjust yourself. Then you head over to the shelf where the statuette is. You know you turned it off after Ellie, but it’s on now. Did Kelly turn it on? Or, no you found Abigail playing with it when you came back from lunch, did she turn it on? Whoever did, it’s now on, explaining why you found Kelly in the state she was in. Doesn’t explain how you couldn’t resist her.

Two students in one day. And both gave you more satisfaction than you’ve ever felt before. Ellie, you know will hide it. Kelly, you fear could use it against you. At least you had the sense to fire your load down her throat, not in her pussy where forensics could catch you.

You return to your chair and collapse. There you stay until Kelly stumbles out of the washroom. She’s cleaned up, but she still looks like she’s been fucked. Her hair is messy around the edges. Her face retains some of its flush. Her clothes appear slightly askew. The way she looks at you reveals all.

“Sir, can we do that again? I’m on the pill. You can cum inside me. I know boys like to do that. Do men?”

“You want me to fuck you again.”

“Yes,” she’s pleading. “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything? How about your homework.” Panic in those beautiful eyes now. “Yes, you want me to fuck you like that again. Well, it’s clear you don’t see it as a punishment. So it’s a reward. You want me to fuck you? You must give me a reason to fuck you. Behave yourself. No trouble, in my class, in anyone’s class. You’re going to be a model student, understand?” There’s doubt in her green eyes, but she nods. “And you do your homework, starting with the summer assignment. I want the essay in my pigeonhole by the end of Wednesday. I’m not expecting it to be good, but I am expecting you to put effort into making it good. Understand? If it satisfies me, then maybe we’ll repeat this.”

Her nod is eager and understanding. You guide her out of your office, into your classroom. Her laptop is still on your desk, and you hand it to her.

“No more porn,” you tell her.

“Why would I have porn, when I could have you.” She flashes you a smile, a body melting, teen boy destroying smile, throws you a kiss, and then leaves.

You look around. Maybe bringing the statuette in was a bad idea. You put it in your rucksack and head home.