I walked into Mr. Harlan’s classroom after the last bell, my cheer uniform still on from today’s assembly. He looked up from his laptop when he saw me. “Mr. Harlan, I’m failing chemistry bad. I need tutoring or I’ll get benched. Can you help me, please?”
He leaned back in his chair, studying me. “I don’t do private sessions, Briona, but maybe we can work something out.” His gaze dropped to my thighs and I squeeze them together, feeling my cunt grow warm and slick under his hungry gaze. “Let me eat your pussy first. Right here. Then we’ll talk tutoring.”
My face burned, but I nodded. “I knew a little cheerleader slut like you would agree.” he chuckled and pats the desk in front of him.
I climbed onto his desk, spread my legs, and pulled my panties down. He dropped to his knees, pushed my skirt up, and dragged his tongue straight over my slit. He licked slow at first, then sucked my clit hard while two fingers slid inside me. I grabbed his hair, hips rocking against his mouth. “Fuck, Mr. H. That feels so good.”
He kept licking, tongue flicking fast, fingers curling until my legs shook. I came on his tongue, thighs clamping around his head, moaning loud enough that it echoed in the empty room.
When he stood, his hand was already stroking his weeping cock. He must’ve been jacking off while he ate me. The fat mushroom head was angry red with a bead of precum oozing out the tip.
“Please,” I whimpered, still catching my breath. “Fuck me. I need it.”
He grabbed me by the back of my neck and bent me over the desk. He flipped my skirt up, and shoved his cock deep in one thrust. I gasped at the stretch, gripping the edge while he pounded me. His hips slapped my ass, balls hitting my clit with every stroke. “Harder,” I begged. He grabbed my ponytail, pulled my head back, and fucked me faster.
I came again around his cock, pussy squeezing tight. He groaned, slammed in deep, and filled me with hot spurts, cum leaking before he even pulled out. I stayed bent over, breathing hard, while his load dripped out of me.
“Tutoring starts tomorrow,” he said, zipping up. “No panties next time.”
