She didn't have a choice.

“I was a good student Mr. Patterson, but my Maths lecturer was a chauvinistic prig and nothing I ever wrote was good enough for him.” By now I'm wearing a terrycloth robe, but the pretty exchange student is still in her tight shorts and wet tee-shirt. I don't know if it was the cool air or recalling her embarrassing ordeal, but Riya's nipples are hard little nubs tenting the wet cotton of her shirt. “I needed his recommendation to get into an American college but didn't believe girls should read Mathematics.”

“I guess we know how that turned out.” Hearing the shy Riya recount how her teacher took advantage of her is pretty hot. If I were a decent man, I'd let her go get changed instead of making her tell me about her first shameful sexual encounter, but by now you know that I'm basically a horny old asshole.

“Mr. Pytel was in his thirties, married with a pretty wife. I still don't know why he wanted me. He started slowly, Mr. Patterson. A suggestive comment here, a quick touch on my thigh, you know, that kind of stuff.” I did know exactly what she went through. I've been through enough Safe School Environment training to recognize grooming behavior. What Riya describes next goes far beyond the border line behavior that a teacher might be able to get away with. “When that didn't satisfy him, he marked on of my exams a C. I know I did really well on the test, but he just laughed at me when I went to talk to him. He was awful.”

“What did he say?”

“He told me that if I didn't get down on my knees right there in his office and suck him off, that I'd never get a grade better than a C in his class.”

“You didn't have anyone you could complain to?” I feel a little guilty at the way Riya turns her head away, clearly ashamed of what she had to do.

“He was one of the best liked teachers in the school, Mr. Patterson.” I can hear the pain in her voice as she recalls the experience. “Respected by the administration, parents and students alike. It would have been my word against his ... I had to ... I didn't have a choice.” Her young body starts rocking and even though she's recounting a traumatic event she seems to be getting excited too. “I unbuckled his belt and took his member in my hands. I was so nervous my hands were shaking, but that seemed to make him like it even more.”

“I bet.” My cock was starting to get stiff again too, “That's what he was after all along. Did you do a good job with his cock?”

“I tried to, Mr. Patterson. It was gross, I remember crying as he rubbed himself all over my face until I took his head into my mouth.” Between her little gasps, she continues. “He wasn't satisfied though. He called me a darkie slut and pushed himself all the way into my mouth.” By now, it is clear to both of us where this is going, and I move closer to where she is fidgeting nervously. I've been doing everything I could think of to assert my dominance, and this is the perfect opportunity.

“But you didn't let him fuck you?” I ask as I stroke her cheek boldly, “I bet he wanted to break you in with his married cock?” Riya shudders a little but doesn't pull away from my hand.

“He did, Mr. Patterson. He tried to pull up my skirt ... I slapped him hard.” Riya words were coming out now in breathy gasps, “He was so mad I thought he was going to **** me, but I guess he decided it was too risky.” Riya's brown eyes blink softly as she looks up at me. “I started sucked him again and I guess that was enough.”

“So, this old pervert got a blow job right there in his office?”

“I really needed his recommendation,” Riya is close to tears as she tries to justify what she did. “I didn't have a choice, so I did it.” Just like she doesn't have much of a choice with me, but unlike her math teacher, I am going to get the full prize. “It wasn't so bad once I got used to it. His penis wasn't big like yours, Mr. Patterson, and even when he was holding my head and squirting his seed right into my mouth I didn't gag.” The memory of Riya's pretty brown lips around your cock is still fresh in your mind and the way she coughed up your load of seed when you filled her mouth. “I felt so dirty, Mr. Patterson. I ran all the way back home and straight to the shower.”

“Did he make you blow him like that again?”

“No, Mr. Patterson, just the one time. But he did agree to write me the letter if I never told the school or his wife what we did.” Riya moans softly, and leans into my palm, “I caught him watching me every so often after that and saw the bulge in his trousers. I know he wanted to be the one to take me, but I was supper careful when I was around him and nothing ever came of it.” Her hand other hand lifts to wrap around my neck she pulls herself up until she is just an inch es from my face. “Are you going to finish what he started, Mr. Patterson? I won't fight you; I promise.”