“Yeah let’s do it!” I exclaimed.
He got up and stood behind me. He put one hand on my shoulders and the other on my back, making me sit up straight.
“Alright.. Good.” Mr. Connor whispered.
He let go of me and walked over to the piano. He started playing our usual warm up routine, like the ones we did in choir class.
After about 15 minutes of “Do Re Mi Fa So” I was ready to explode of anxiousness and a little boredom.
“Um Mr. Connor?” I interrupted.
“Yup?” He responded.
“I really want to sing you this song I wrote. I want your opinion on it.” I said innocently.
“Of course! Show me what you got.” Mr. Connor came from behind the piano and pulled up a chair.
Butterflies took over my stomach, and I was actually nervous to perform for once.
“Whoa you’re making me all nervous!” I giggled.
“No no no, don’t be. Pretend I’m not even here!”
” I wouldn’t dare want to do that.” I said faintly.
Mr. Connor repositioned himself and cleared his throat which signaled to me that he was either uncomfortable…or maybe turned on?
I cleared my throat and began singing.
The song I wrote started out about how the one I love is in love with someone else. Mr. Connor head was nodding to the beat, obviously vibing to the music. Then I described Mr. Connors eyes, his tattoos.. As soon as I said that, his eyes shot up at me. He stared at me as if I was sucking the life out of him or as if his stomach sank. I kept singing, and when I was done, the room was silent.
“So… Umm …did you like it?” I asked trying to break the silence.
Mr. Connor rose his head up from the ground.
“Erica, come here.” He pointed to the chair that was seated next to him.
Oh shit. I hope he isn’t mad. The last thing I need is that!
I walked over and sat down next to my sexy teacher.
Mr. Connor chuckled with his head in his hands. He was murmuring something.
“What did I do to deserve this?” I finally heard him say.
“To deserve what?” I said with my sexy high pitched voice.
“I don’t get it.” He said sternly.
“What does an 18 year old girl want with a 32 year old Music teacher?” Mr. Connor asked plain as day.
He was staring into my eyes now…waiting for an answer.
“Umm well when you put it that way…I mean it’s not that I-”
“Not that you what?!” He interrupted.
“Look Erica, if bending down in front of me basically exposing yourself, or showing me your cleavage, and writing me a damn song aren’t signs a girl is trying to hit on you, then I must be stupid.”
I turned myself around so that I was facing him. His face was still buried in his hands.
There was another long pause.
“..annd what if you’re right?” I asked softly, placing my hand on his thigh.
“I don’t know Erica. I don’t know.” He mumbled.
“I have a wife and kids Erica.” He said looking at me.
“I know.” I said reassuringly.
“But, sometimes you can’t help what you want.” I said.
“And the thing you want could send me to jail!” He said with his eyes nearly bulging out of his head.
“I won’t tell anyone.” I said standing up from my chair.
Mr. Connor looked up at me as I stood in front of him.
It was now or never.
I stared into his eyes as I took my crop top off by pulling it over my head, exposing my lace lavender colored bra.
“Erica. No.” Mr. Connor said trying to look away.
“I want you Mr. Connor.” I said finally.
I wasn’t going to attack him with my lust, I wanted him to come to me.
I backed up to the couch that was on the opposite side of the room. I stripped out of my leggings that revealed my matching lace thong. I stepped out of my panties too, and laid on his couch.
I opened my legs, exposing my wet pink pussy to Mr. Connor.
I began touching myself.
“This is what I do when I go home Mr. C. You see what you do to me?” I moaned.
Mr. Connor was across the room in complete awe. He was staring at his favorite student masturbate to him!
His face was getting so red. Mr. Connor was definitely getting turned on because I started to see a bulge through his sweat pants.
“Mr. Connor please. I need to feel you inside of me!” I moaned as I continued rubbing my clit.
As soon as I thought my plan had failed, Mr. C. Got up from his chair and walked over to me.
“You’re so fucking wet, let me watch you cum for me.” He whispered.
I smiled instantly and finger fucked myself until I came on my fingers. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and licked the juices off of my fingers.
“Jesus Erica!” Mr. Connor looked at me.
“I’ve been wanting you to touch me for so long…touch me?” I moaned.
Mr. Connor knelt down on his knees and smiled.
“I guess you win Erica.” He smirked.
“I always get what I want.” I giggled.
He opened my legs and kissed me from my thighs all the way to my pussy lips. My back arched.
“Is this our little secret?” Mr. C looked up at me, trying to tease me.
“YES YES. Just..just.. Ju- OH FUCK!”
My teacher devoured my pussy in his mouth. He worked his tongue inside my pink opening.
“Shit! Aw fuck yeah!” I moaned as I squeezed my boobs.
Mr. Connor withdrew his tongue from my pussy and came in for a kiss.
I really could not believe this was ACTUALLY happening. I dreamed about it constantly but damn, I didn’t think I could pull this one off.
Mr. C got off his knees and took off his sweats and boxers. His cock was thick and long.
“Holy shit! It’s huge!” I stared in amazement.
“You like it?”
“Hell fucking yeah! Can I suck it?”
Mr. Connor sat down on the couch next to me. I sat up and got on all fours. I grabbed his semi hard cock and teased the head with my tongue.
Mr. Connor clinched the couch and let out a quiet moan.
I smiled up at him then wrapped my lips around his dick, working my mouth from the head to his balls.
Mr. C’s eyes were closed and I could feel him about to explode. I released my mouth from his thick cock.
He opened his eyes and grabbed my waist, pulling me into him. I was sitting on his lap, facing his beautiful face. I could feel his dick rubbing against my twat as I kissed his lips. He grabbed my ass and gave it a big slap.
“Ah!” I yelled.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
He was making me so horny, and I needed him NOW. I grabbed his penis and rubbed it against my clit, trying to find my opening.
“Wait, Erica are you sure?.. I don’t know if we should..” He said worriedly.
I put my index finger on his mouth.
“Shhhh.”
He cracked a smile.
“Seriously though! Maybe this isn’t a good idea..”
Oh GOD! We’ve gotten this far and now he’s doubting!
“What, do you not think I’m pretty?” I asked innocently.
(I figured maybe a little guilt trip wouldn’t hurt.)
“No not all. You are beautiful. But I just have so much to lose…my wife.. my kids..”
He covered his face with his hands.
“No one will ever find out” I said reassuringly.
It went dead silent.
“It’s our little secret?” He said finally.
“I won’t tell unless you do.” I whispered.
With that, I reached back to find his cock, and slid down on his thick shaft.
“Oh my GOD!” Mr. C cried out.
I rode him hard. Up and down, making sure he hit my g spot. I swirled in circles and rubbed my clit simultaneously.
He stared at my wide hips moving around and around.
“Damn babe.” He moaned silently.
I grabbed my tits.
“You like that?”