She Meets With Mr. Weaver

The school bell has rung and the building empties quickly, the sound of Brenda's heels echoing in the empty halls. She stops before Mr. Weaver's door. She wonders how far she can take things this afternoon. She opens the door. Mr Waver is sitting at his desk, grading papers.

He looks up, an evil grin on his face. Brenda's not-so-subtle display of panties fresh in his mind. He wonders just how far he can take things without risking his job. "Hi, Brenda. Come on in. Have a seat." he says patting the corner of his desk.

Brenda walks to his desk, sitting on the corner, just like after class this morning. Opening her legs, she says, "Like I said earlier, I need some recommendation letters for the college I want to attend.."

"And like I said earlier, that shouldn't be a problem. Academically, you are near the top of your class." He places a hand on her knee." I can mail that off this weekend. Is there anything else?"

Opening her legs a bit wider, she bites her lip, "Actually, there is. " she replies, "I need to make lots of money for tuition, and I'm not sure I will have enough."

His hand slides up, his fingers touching her creamy inner thigh. "Are you asking for a donation? A loan?"

She looks down as his hand disappears under her skirt, "Oh, no, Mr. Weaver. I intend to earn it. Would you like me to show you how?"

"Why, yes I would Brenda."

She hops off the desk, drops to her knees and begins to unbuckle his pants. After struggling to get the belt unbuckled and his fly unzipped, she stares at the curved shaft of his long, thin penis. "Oh my God! Mr. Weaver, it's huge." she says as she stares at the veiny shaft right in front of her face.

Indicating that she should take it in her mouth, he says, "Go ahead. It won't bite! I might but it won't."

She kisses the dusky pink helmet, "We'll discus that later." Opening her mouth, she sucks him in, her tongue swirling around his head, licking off a drop of pre-cum.

"Fuck! That feels good." he says as he shimmies his pants and boxers below his knees, thinking of how embarrassing it would be walking out of school with a teenagers drool all over his pants, let alone what his wife would say when he got home.

Brenda can feel his cock in the back of her throat as she bobs up and down on her teacher. She feels his hands as they press on the back of her head. She sticks out her tongue and it comes in momentary contact with his balls. "You've had some experience with this, young lady." he says, laughing.

Brenda looks up at her teacher as she fights the gag reflex and drools on his testicles. Mr. Weaver starts lifting his butt off the chair, feeding as much of his cock to the pretty young slut. "Music to my ears!" he says, as Brenda works her throat around his length.

"Guk! Guk! Guk!" is all she can articulate, knowing how much the sound of her throat fuck turns him on.

Mr Weaver's grip on her head tightens as he gurgles, "Oh Fuck! Gonna cum!"

Brenda is ready as Mr. Weaver's cock erupts in the back of her throat, sending gobs of warm creamy cum to her stomach. Slightly disappointed , that she didn't get to taste him, Brenda knows she's done well.

Panting at the exertion of the teens expert oral skills, Mr. Weaver says, "Better than my wife."

Brenda stands, wiping her mouth, "If you have any other needs, including babysitting, let me know."

"You can count on it!" he says pressing bills into her hands.

"Thank you Mr. Weaver. "

"Oh, no. Thank you Brenda."