Your tongue probes past my lips and your hands move down to my breasts…I’ve wanted this for so long, but now that you’re actually touching me I’m overwhelmed. As i sit across from you at the parent-teacher meeting, I cant get naughty thoughts of you out of my head. In my head you are all over me and lust for me as much as I have lusted for you since our first meeting about my daughter, and how she is doing in your class. She needs to be doing better and we need to figure out what is going on with her. I say we should pur our heads together and we go to dinner to discuss further. Having a really good time and forgetting why we are here in the first place. I take a chance, it’s late, but I invite you for drinks at my house, and you accept.

It’s late at night, and we sneak upstairs to my room so noone sees us, we’re sitting on my bed, sharing a few drinks. I can’t stop looking at you. Your jaw, your mouth, your arms. I want you. You’re completely oblivious to it. You’re laughing about a story you just told and I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I won’t get to rub your hard cock through your jeans, feel your mouth and hands on me, moan in pleasure as you enter me… and then you notice the way I’m looking at you. I realize too late that I’m giving you bedroom eyes; heavily-lidded, glazed with lust, roaming over your body. It’s now or never. I move in and kiss you.

At first you’re hesitant, but you respond quickly. Your tongue probes past my lips and your hands move down to my breasts. You cup them and rub them, find the nipples and pinch and squeeze them. Your mouth moves to my neck and I moan. I’ve wanted this for so long, but now that you’re actually touching me I’m overwhelmed. You sense this and gently take my hands, guiding them to your cock. I unzip you and lick and suck around your head.

“Oh, God.” you moan, and you tangle one hand up in my hair, the other one gripping the blankets in rhythm with the wet noises my mouth is making on you. “Oh God, that feels so good. Keep going.”

I’m encouraged by the pleasure in your voice and I take more and more of you my mouth. I can feel your palm pushing down against the back of my head. I keep going until my lips are wrapped around the very base of your cock. You’re moaning and your hips are flexing up, trying to push your cock deeper into my mouth and throat. I run my tongue along the bottom of you over and over again, feeling every inch of you in more detail.

“If you keep this up, I’m gonna cum.” you groan, and I give you one last, long lick before I move my head back up. When we kiss again, you can taste just a hint of your salty precum. You unbutton my pants roughly and slip your hand into them, shoving my panties aside. I’ve been wet all night, but your assertiveness has me soaking and slick. Your fingers work me relentlessly, finding my g-spot and stroking it hard and quickly. Your other hand slips a breast out of my top and you stroke and pinch the nipple. I try to find words but all that come out are short, quick gasps and moans. I don’t need to speak. My cunt says everything. It quivers and clenches and drips over your hand. The wetness runs over your hand and my thighs.

“I’m gonna…” I gasp, finally finding words, “Don’t stop… God, please, don’t stop!”

You disobey me, slipping your hand out of me. I try to reach down and find my own clit to end the agony of you stopping so close, but you pull my hands away. I’m swollen and wet and sore down there, aching for release. My face is flushed and I’m half out of my clothes and panting: your perfect little slut.

“Please, please.” My own begging sounds distant to me, as though its coming from another girl far away. “Please, oh God, I need it, I need you, I need your mouth, I need your cock inside me, please.” My vision is blurred and my legs and hips squirm with the anticipation of coming. “I’ll do anything for you, please.”
You surprise me by putting your weight on me sliding up on top of me. One of your hand reaches down, the other hand slowly inserts two fingers in my mouth to quiet me. I suck and lick them greedily, thankful for the opportunity to show you how badly I want it. I feel the head of your cock press against my lips. Finally, just the head slides inside. I groan and try to push my hips up so I can feel your entire cock inside me.
“Beg for it..” You say, with a gleam in your eye, but I’m incapable of that. One hand is wrapped around my hair, the other hand is pressing against your ass, trying to push you in. I keep moaning. You’re so hot inside me. My cunt tightens around you. This satisfies you enough, because you push all the way in and start fucking me. I scream.

You sometimes stop to swivel your hips and tease me, but for the most part your cock just pounds me over and over, the hard fuck I’ve craved from you for so long. You balance yourself up slightly on one hand and the other hand finds my clit, slick from juices. When you begin to massage it, I lose control. My hips buck against you and I can’t stop calling your name. Finally, you press your body low against me, and our sweat slicked torsos meet.

“I’m coming,” you moan in my ear. “I’m coming. I’m… I’m…” you fade off into groans and for a second you lose all control. You fuck me so intensely that I nearly go blind with the pleasure of it all. I feel myself come, and I hear my moans, but it’s so intensely pleasurable that I have no control over myself. My legs spasm around you.

You slide out of me and give me that shy smile I love so much. I’m glad I could please you. I think my daughter deserves an A in his class. Dont you?