Pretty much

I pulled free of Alison's grip and continue on my way into the living room, and just like I thought she would my sexy tenant rushed after me.

“Please, Mr. Patterson!” She is close to tears over this imaginary exam. “I'll do anything you want!”

“Look, Sir.” She settles on the sofa across from me and unbuttons her blouse without any hint of shame.

“Anything covers quite a lot, Miss Miller.” I chuckle softly. “I see you like to show off your pretty tits, was that enough for those other teachers?”

“Mr. Tonaga, just wanted to squeeze and lick them, but most teachers needed more convincing.” I bet they did.

“What else did you have to do?”

“Sr. Hernández and Mr. Williams wanted me on my knees and got sloppy blowjobs.” Alison licks her full lips sensually as she pretends to remember the encounters that never happened. As far as I know the only cock Alison's ever had in her mouth was mine, so if she is actually remembering giving head, she is almost certainly thinking about last weekend. "But Mr. Jackson said if I wanted to pass Precalculus he wanted to feel my 'white girl cunt stretched around his black anaconda' and Coach Renforth wanted me in my cheerleading uniform as he took me from behind." There was something particularly erotic about hearing this sweet, small-town Tennessee girl using language like that. I had to hide a smile as I tried to picture what her private religious school instructors would think if they heard her talk about being 'stretched open by a black anaconda.'

“Do you give good head?” I ask as I unbuckle my belt.

“Oh Mr. P!” Alision sinks down onto her knees, “I bet a little whore like that has sucked close to a hundred different cocks, I hope I can please you like that...”

“Do your best, Angel, I know this is new for you.” She nodded somberly, and then with a deep breath she switched back to the role of the schoolgirl trying desperately to save her grade.

“Um, nice!” Her hands pull me free of my boxers, “This is going to be fun, Sir.” With that brief preface, Alison takes the head of my cock in her mouth and gazes up at meet shyly as she swirls her tongue around the pulsing knob.

“Oh, that's good, Miss Miller.” I encourage her as she takes more and more of my shaft into her mouth. “I always knew a slut like you would know how to please her date.” After a particularly ambitious attempt to swallow more of my length, she pulled off gagging and spitting out strands of saliva.

“Those high school boys were easy to please.” Alison grins up at me as she rubs the dripping spittle up and down my cock with her hand. “I could get them to blow their loads in no time at all. Are you going to fill my mouth with your cum, Mr. Patterson?” She licked the entire length of the bottom of my shaft sensuously before asking me the $64,000 question.

“Or are you going to fuck me with this nice hard cock of yours?”