Time to blow this D out of the water

I sigh. A C will give me a passing grade in the class. I’ll graduate. Avoid summer school. Have fun. Do all the things I wanted to do. I give in.

I stand up and walk over to his desk. I say “I’m not taking any clothes off. I’m also not going to look at your face because I don’t want to see your sex face when you blow. I don’t need the nightmares, this is already weird enough.”

“It’s a deal.” He leans back in his chair, spreads his legs and watches me. I ignore his creepy stare and get down on my knees in front of him. I unzip his pants and work his swelling cock out of his underwear. By the time I get it out he is already fairly hard.

The only other cock I had ever touched before was Nathan’s. Mr. Perkins was similarly proportioned but he kept it very neat and tidy at the base. I stroke it with my hand for a minute, spreading the precum dribbling out.

I said I wasn’t going to look at his face but I look up anyway. He is staying quiet, presumably to avoid attracting any attention, so all I can go on is facial cues. He looks very happy, but he has an expectant look on his face.

It’s time. I take the head of his cock into my mouth. His precum doesn’t taste bad, and his cock is cleaner than I expected for an older adult

The ice cream cone trick works well on him. My tongue swirling all around the head of his cock generates a few pleased grunts and sighs. Nathan wasn’t a fan of it as much so I’m pleased to see Mr. Perkins is a little more textbook. I take more of him in and then start bobbing up and down slowly, gradually picking up speed and taking more of him in, sucking gently.

I’m not going to full on deep throat him, so the last inch remains untouched, but I use my hands to caress his balls, using my fingertips and I can feel his hands on my shoulders with his fingers squeezing them. I don’t know when the last time he had his cock out in the presence of a woman but I’d wager it has been a while.

I slow down my bobbing and return to the ice cream cone trick. It’s enough to push him over the edge. I keep my lips tightly on his cock, sealing the eruption in.

His cock finishes pulsing. I carefully disengage his cock from my mouth. The cum has pooled on my tongue. I open my mouth and show him, then swallow it.

The aftertaste is still there and he can tell I am not pleased about that part. He hands me an unopened water bottle off of his desk and the wastebasket. I swish my mouth out and spit again. Rinse and repeat three more times before I can’t taste it anymore.

He zips back up and turns to his computer. He says, “Miss Gailliard, thank you and enjoy the rest of your day.” I gather my belongings and head to the door.

Just as I am about to step out of the classroom he says, “You know, if you’d like to really have something to show off, I have an extra credit idea for a B, if you’re interested.”

Of course I’m interested! A C is mediocre, and exactly what my mom and stepdad would expect. If I come home with a B in my most hated subject, it will blow them away.

I set my stuff down and sit on the stool. I ask him, “What did you have in mind? And for the record, the no sex rule still applies.”

He laughs and says, “No, no sex.”

“Another blowjob?”

“No, not at all. This would be a lot tamer.”

“I’m listening.”

He says “I would be lying if I said you don’t catch my eye every time you walk into the room. I’m not the only one as you are aware. The stool to the left of your usual seat I wipe down with antibacterial wipes every day just in case.” I can’t help but laugh at his reference to Horace. Poor Horace, sometimes I think maybe you just need a good fucking so you can break the ice and become a normal human being.

Perkins continues and says, “I’ve admired your figure. You aren’t huge chested, you don’t flaunt it like some of your female classmates, but somehow you manage to ride that dress code line and accentuate it positively. For whatever reason I am fascinated with your breasts and it adds a bright spot to the end of my school day.”

For whatever reason? You’re a man. Men like boobs. You don’t have to make excuses. Yes, you’re twelve years older than me, but I’ve caught Father Monahan checking me out at mass on Sundays, so I’m not surprised.

Perkins continues, “So here is my offer. If you will give me thirty seconds to see your breasts, and even touch them, I’ll enter your test grade into the system as an B. If not, your grade will go in as a C.”

I feel both repulsed and titillated at the same time. Repulsed because this secret pervert wants to touch me, but then titillated because he is openly confessing his attraction to my breasts.