My eyes run slowly over your trembling body, admiring the tightness of your blouse and shortness of your skirt. “I’m afraid that grades are final. There’s nothing I can do to change them. I’m sorry.” You look up at me, your eyes big and round. Your voice nervous. You seem so innocent and then ask if there’s anything you can do to change your grade. “I don’t think you realize what you’re suggesting young lady.” But I can’t help but be intrigued.

I watch as you stand, walk to the window and pull the blinds closed. You look back at me, a harsh blush on your cheeks. You say it again, you’ll do anything. My mind spins at the thought. I want this. And I want you. “Come sit on my knee” I tell you. You approach hesitantly and straddle my lap. Your face flushed and your eyes down. I run my fingertips across your chin and raise it up so that your eyes meet mine.

I pull you into a rough kiss and enjoy the small gasp that escapes you. Using the momentary shock, I slip my tongue into your mouth. You taste good. I feel your body go stiff and you pull away. My voice low and deep, I tell you that you can’t back out now.

Before you can reply, I’m kissing you again. Biting your lip, enjoy your soft moan of pain. My hand runs under your blouse and into your bra. Feeling your soft young breasts and squeezing them hard. You moan into the kiss again and my free hand pulls you closer. I can feel the desires running though me.

Your body grinds against mine and I can feel you rubbing against my hard cock. One hand slowly traces up your thigh. A shiver runs through you in fear. Or is it anticipation? I don’t know and I don’t care. My hand slides up your skirt, along your soft flesh and rubs against your panties. You break away and let out a moan. I whisper into your ear “You’re already wet, you slut.”

You move away, but it doesn’t matter. You’re pin between me and the desk. I toy with the edge of your panties, before slipping them aside and plunging a finger into you. A whimper escapes your lips before you can catch yourself. I quickly cover your mouth with my other hand. You look at me with wide-eyes, fearful. It only makes me want you more.

I move my finger inside you, feeling your tight wet pussy. Your eyes roll back in pleasure as I slip another finger into you. Your body squirming to my touch. I finger you faster, watching the pleasure rises in you.

My hand slips away and I pull you into a deep kiss, my fingers still working you. You hips rise to meet them. I take you just to the brink and then stop. “STAND UP.” I order you. You stand weakly, eyes downcast.  “Take off those panties, slut.”
Your hands trembling, you reach underneath your skirt and pull them down. “Turn around.” You sob and do as I say. In a flash, my belt is unbuckled and my pants are down. I push you down against the table and roughly slam into you. In one thrust, I’m deep inside you. So tight and wet. You groan underneath me. For a moment, I don’t move and just enjoy how tight you are. I slowly pull out and thrust in again. Deeper. Harder. Faster.

You’re whimpering only makes it better for me. I groan, feeling you tighten against me. “You whore. You’re enjoying this.” A swift smack on your ass and you tighten even more. I slam into you harder and harder. Moaning out my pleasure. Bringing myself closer and closer. Until finally, I cum inside you.

I step back and pull my pants up. Fasten my belt. You’re still bent over my desk. Sobbing softly. My cum running down your thigh. I turn around and pick up my briefcase. “Congratulations. You’ve earned yourself a C this semester.” As I exit the classroom and close the door behind me, I hear you start to cry.