After School With The Class Whore

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Knock Knock

“Come on in,” I announce not looking up from the paper I am grading. The door opens and footsteps can be heard entering, “I’m about to leave soon. So, if you need to talk about a grade or something it’ll have to wait.”

“Well, you of all people know that I can make things very quick.”

As soon as the words are spoken my stomach drops, the voice becomes instantly recognizable to me without even looking up. I continue to grade papers, mustering up my voice to sound serious and stern.

“What are you doing here? I have papers to grade and practice soon.”

“Nothing Mr Wilson, I just wanted to come see my favorite teacher.”

Letting out a sigh of frustration I grip the bridge of my nose, finally looking up at him. I wish the fuck I hadn’t. He stands in front of me, Kyle Carter, senior here at my local highschool and the boy that sometimes frequents my nightmares…and fantasies. Kyle Carter, was a former student of mine about two years ago in my Health and Wellness class, now he is just a pain in my ass. That will in about three months be some professor's pain in the ass.

“Kyle, I have these papers that I need to grade. And if you don’t need anything, I am going to ask you to leave.”

Saying nothing, he sits himself in the desk closest to my desk looking right at me. Smiling as he leans back and continues to give me a devious smirk. I shake my head, not saying a word and go back to grading the tests.

“So, Mr Wilson I haven’t seen you in a while,” jesus this is how it starts. “I have missed you.”

“You and I agreed that we wouldn’t see each other anymore.” He laughs, walking over to my desk and then sits himself down.

“Mr Wilson, you and I both know I didn’t agree to shit.”

“Look!” I say getting irritated as I slam down my pen. “You are my student, you are eighteen but you are still a student and I have a husband! I could get fired and my life would be ruined!”

“Calm down, Mr wilson. I would never say anything. And you know what I wouldn’t that would ruin my relationship with you…and the others. Come on Mr Wilson. Please for old time sakes.”

God, this is how I could sucked into this boy’s arms last time. He came into my office and used his charm and seduction on me, and I folded almost instantly and him with his face in my lap under my desk. It was the best thing I have ever felt in my entire life.

“Kyle…”

“Mr. Wilson, don’t worry.” He says, without warning or anything he falls down to his knees. Positioning himself between my legs, looking up at me smiling. “You know I will make this quick.”

Fuuuck me.

“God damn it!” I moan, my body tense as I hold onto my desk chair tight. My breathing going heavy as I look down, Kyle moving his head up and down at a fast constant motion. Each time he goes downward he takes the cock completely down my throat, going upward he teases me and licks the head of my cock. He deep throats my entire eight and a half inch cock like it’s nothing, like he gets more pleasure from this then I do.

“See, didn’t I tell you? Did you miss my throat Mr Wilson? Hahhhh?” He asks, sticking his tongue out and repeatedly smacks my cock against it.

“Focus on what you're doing!” Annoyed, I groan, the second I do my entire cock is back down his throat. Being sucked on excitedly, feeling like it is melting inside of his eager mouth. “Fuuucking hellll. God, boy your throat.”

Never in my entire life have I ever had my dick sucked as good as Kyle, and that is saying a lot. I love my husband and all, please don’t get me wrong, but fucking hell letting him suck my dick now almost feels like a chore. He gets only halfway before he is already gagging when he has to come back up, a different feeling then the deepthroating face fucking brat in my lap.

RING RING RING RING!

The phone on my desk rings, making me jump up. “Fucking shit!” I groan, Kyle acts like he doesn't hear it and continues to suck my cock. “Fucking hell, dude give me a second!” I say shoving off me.

“Mr wilson, just ignore it!” Whining he lays on his knees, looking up at me sad.

“Fucking hell boy,” shaking my head as I reach for my phone. Bringing up to my ear as I try and get my breathing to sound normal. “This is Max.”

“Max!” Jimmy, the other coach for the football team yells on the other end of the phone says. “You coming to practice today?”

My mouth tries to form the words to tell him yes, but my voice won’t come out. My voice refuses to come out, and my throbbing hard cock is fueling my brain to say no. What doesn’t help either is Kyle, sitting on his knees between my legs looking up at me. Eager.

Fuuuck mee.

“Hey man, I don’t think I can make practice today. I got papers to grade and I got a raging headache.” Kyle, still on his knees, looks up at me smiling. Leaning forward as he props his hands on my thighs. A mischievous grin on his face, running his tongue up the shaft of my cock.

“Oh alright ma-”

“Yeah yeah dude, I can’t come. I'll talk to you tomorrow i’m getting a call.” I lean forward and hang up the phone, chills spreading across my body. Kyle’s tongue is still spreading across my balls. “Couldn’t wait till I got off the fucking phone?” I groan.

“I was too excited. Hearing that I have you all to myself.”

He says, then goes back to sucking on my cock even faster this time. My eyes go wide, shivers covering my body once again as he easily devours my cock. The sounds of him gagging and happily sucking me fills the room even louder now, the sweet sound filling my ears.

To further tease me, he starts to arch his back. Swaying his hips from side to side as he sucks my dick, looking up at me like a fucking tease. His shirt rides up, exposing a small part of his backside.

Then I see it.

The top of the back of his underwear, extremely thin and black. Just under the band of his underwear has nothing underneath it.

“Jesus fuck, are you wearing a thong to school?” I ask, groaning.

Taking my dick from his mouth and looking up at me smirking, then back at his ass he arches it higher. “Yeah, I sure am.”

I’m going to wreck this fucking boy.

“Get off. Get up!” I snap, he does as he told. Wiping off his mouth as he stands at his feet, looking worried and confused. “Take your fucking shorts off, leave the thong, and lay your ass on that desk.” He smirks at me, like he is so satisfied with himself. He starts to tease me, turning around to take off his pants. Letting them fall, showing off his large round ass swallowing that small black thong fabric.

“You like this one Mr Wilson? It’s new.” He says, delivering a hard slap against his own ass.

“Get on the fucking desk,” growling he does as he is told. I grab my underwear off the floor. Positioning myself between his legs as I ball them up over his mouth. “Open your mouth, I am going to pound the fuck out of you. I don’t need anyone to interrupt me. Not till I finished with you.”

He takes them in his mouth without a fight, I move the string from between his cheeks. Replacing the string with the head of my own cock, running it over his tight unprepped hole. The both of us let out a low groan as I start to apply pressure, forcing my dick inside of him.

Looking down at him makes me want to explode already, his eyes growing big as he feels my large cock force its way inside him. Only lube is from the spit he covered my cock and balls in. He starts to groan and lean his head down on my desk, much of his noises muffled by the fabric in his mouth.

“This what you wanted? Me pushing my fat cock inside your tight little ass? Huh?” He nods. “Then fucking take it!”

Without warning, I slam the rest of my cock inside of him. His groan can be heard a little louder now as he grabs onto my desk tight. Bracing himself for the pounding that he knows is coming for him.

“Fuck yes sir.” He moans, I believe. He nods excitedly, like he is begging me to pound his ass in.

So I do. Hard.

Giving him no time to adjust, I pound into him faster than I usually do. My hips are fueled by his muffled moaning and whimpering, and the fact that my balls have not been emptied in weeks now. I can already feel that they are going to flood his insides, soon too. It feels too good inside of his tight hole, feeling tighter then the last time I fucked his brains out. My cock feels like it is melting inside of his tight ass, my cock addicted to the feeling.

“Fucking hell boy, you fucking come in here Acting like a fucking slut!” I growl, pushing myself to pound him faster. The pressure in my groin area builds bigger and bigger. Everytime I pull out from him, my hips slam back inside him wanting to feel my entire cock plunged into him. “Fuckkk you want me to cum inside you? Want me to fill and breed that hole?”

“Mhmmm!” He whines, nodding his head aggressively.

“Too bad,” I growl. “Fuckkk!”

I pull out of him and pull him forward till his feet are on the ground. Grabbing my cock I give myself about one stroke before my cock explodes. The first volley of cum hitting it’s intended target, his face and a good portion of his neck. I stroke myself through his orgasm as I watch my cum paint his body and his shirt. Eventually calming down as the last dribble of cum lands on my desk.

“Mhmmm.”

“Fuckk, get down here and clean my fucking hands and dick off?” I say, feeling amazing but still feeling like I want to spank this fucking boy.

He gets off the desk. He hilariously gets to his feet, his legs shaking as he uses the desk as leverage. “Fuck, Mr Wilson. I am covered in your cum. Jesus, I feel like I can’t walk!” He says taking my underwear from his mouth. He falls down to his knees, likcing at my hands first before focusing on my cock. Licking me clean.

“Mr Wilson, you know I am going to have to run to my car I hope you realize.” He says, as he tries to wipe himself off with some paper towels on my desk.

“Fuck you think your doing?”

“Cleaning myself off?”

“I don’t think so.” He looks at me confused. “You wanted to act like a little slut so badly and wanted my cock and shit. Your going to finish the job until I am satisfied. Lose the shirt and get your ass bent over that desk.”

I smrik this time, he looks at me smiling as he does so. Taunting me as he bends over and raises his ass in the air.

I am going to wreck him.

“H-hello?” I say into the phone.

“Hey, babe. You just getting out of practice?” My husband says, just as happy and unsuspecting as ever.

“Yeah, I am just heading to my room. I have to finish grad- ha.” I laugh.

I laugh as I watch Kyle, struggling as one hand grips my thigh harder and the other my desk. Needing to use leverage as his legs shake now and he can barely stand, having already taken three loads from me in the span of 3 hours now. Working on possibly getting a forth load from my no longer blue balls, the 4th load going to be inside him as well just like the last two. I laugh as he moves his hand to grab my arm, his attempt to stop me I guess from massaging his cock in that now wet thong.

The first load, I pounded out of him, he turned into a squirming groaning mess. I was glad that I put my briefs down his throat again to keep him somewhat quiet. The second load I stroked out of him and made him cum in his thong. He whined and claimed he couldn’t cum again and that he was overstimulated.

‘I’m close again please!’ he mouths. To which I start stroking him faster.

“Baby…Max are you there?” My husband says on the other end. I totally forgot I was even on the damn phone. I was too mesmerized watching Kyle’s jiggly ass in my lap. And watching him try to get me to stop making him cum.

“Yeah sorry, I was trying to get back into my office.”

“Oh okay, well come home soon. I am making you a special dinner.”

Please fucking don’t.

“I sure like the fucking sound of that.” I moan into the phone. Thankfully he buys it, his giggles can be heard on the other end. Making a special dinner for some reason or another is my husband way of saying we are going to have sex later. I really don’t have the energy to fake it tonight.

“Ahh.” Kyle gasps, thankfully quiet enough and goes still. Sitting still in my lap he tenses up. Squeezing my arm as I the already wet front part of his thong, gets even wetter as he shakes. Desperately trying to hold his moans in. I laugh and take my hand off his wet bulge, lifting my hands towards his mouth as he licks my hand clean.

“Well hopefully this system…hurries the fuck up.” I say, using my other hand to start moving him up and down my cock again. He whimpers as he has to place both hands on my thighs, as leverage as he struggles to go up and down. “I can hurry up and cum.”

“Sounds good to me. I love you baby, see you when you get here.”

“Love you too.” I say hanging up the phone and toss it on my desk. Looking up at Kyle as he lazily rides my dick. “You heard that system.” I say slapping his ass, forcing a high pitched whimper. “Hurry up and make me cum.” I laugh.

“Jesus Mr. Wilson, you are never this horny.” He whines.

“Yeah, maybe don’t cum into my office like a needy whore wearing thongs begging for dick. And I won’t fuck you till your legs don’t work.” I smirk and he moans. “Now hurry your ass up and go faster.”

“Y-yes sir.” he says, giving it all as he bounces up and down lazily as fast as he can.