[M4F] Extra Credit

Name: Extra Credit
Author: Indras1
Date of revision: 12/12/2018

*knocks
*door opens

Hey, you remembered.  Come on in.  Come sit down and we can talk.

*door closes
*chair scrapes on floor

*pause

What was that?

Yes, extra credit.  I'm a little confused.  You're already getting an A this marking period.  You don't need any extra credit. You don't strike me as the type to ask for more work just for fun.
To be honest, I've never actually offered extra credit work to any of my students.  If you have a zero from missing work, do it and turn it in.  If it is a bad test score, study up, I'll let you retake it.  Anything beyond that just makes more grading work.

*pause

Okay, so what DID you mean then?

*pause

Um, your skirt?  I'm not exactly an expert on fashion, I don't pay attention to what is in style.

Oh, you're asking my opinion?  I think you look great.  You always do.  You look very professional, you take good care of yourself, and I noticed you got new glasses this week.  I like them.  They make you look... smart.

*pause

I don't understand.  Do I find you *attractive*?  That certainly wouldn't be appropriate, I'm your teacher, you're my student, and we're sitting in my office in a school right now.
Like I said, I'm not the person you should be asking.
You know, I try to stay out of classroom gossip, but I know you don't have a boyfriend right now.  I'm guessing you're trying to catch the eye of some boy in class and you think I can give you some advice.  Well...

*exhales

I don't think you need any help there.  You always sit in the front row, so you don't notice, but you get plenty of attention from the boys already.  Sometimes I'm worried that you are a distraction.  Just today, you yawned and stretched after the test, I thought some eyes were going to pop out of heads.
Trust me, you don't need my help getting attention from the boys.

*pause

Um, thank you.  I'm don't think a student has ever called me cute before.

I...

I see where this is going.  I'm sorry, but I have to cut you off there.  Please, it has nothing to do with you.  I don't want to hurt your feelings.  This isn't a rejection.  This really just isn't possible.  I'm way too old for you, for one, and I'm still a high school teacher without tenure.  If any of the parents even knew I was having this conversation with you I could be fired.

*pause

No, it has nothing to do with trust.  Even if I trusted you completely, this would still be a bad idea.  And before you say it, it's not about maturity, either.  In my eyes, you're an adult already.

*longer pause

Okay, you just want me to say it?  Yes.  I find you attractive.  If you were in college, over eighteen, I wouldn't think twice about going on a date with you.  I'd be absolutely flattered.

I mean, I suppose I am flattered.  Very much so.

But this just can't work.  Morally, legally, this can't happen.

Let's just... Let's drop this for now, and talk about extra credit like you wanted.

*long pause

Oh.

*exhales

I see.  THAT'S why you wanted to talk to me in my office.
You've already thought this through.

*pause

Yes, you're right, this actually is about trust.  I realize that it is ALL about trust.  YOU have to trust that I'm not secretly some serial killer or closet rapist or something, and I have to trust that what happens in this room stays in this room.  Even a rumor could end my career.  This is a dangerous game you want to play.

It is very appealing, though.

You have nothing to fear here.  You could just scream and help would be here in seconds.  Trust isn't so important on my end.  But, how do I trust you?

*longer pause

Obedience?  You want to show me that you can be obedient?  That you will do whatever I tell you to... you are a very smart girl.  I wouldn't have thought of that.  You're right, it would certainly help me trust you.

Okay.

Stand up.

Come here, right up to my desk.  A little closer, so you're touching the front of my desk.  Now lean forward, on your hands, hands flat on the desk.

Now look straight forward at the chalk board, there.  Don't move a muscle.

*pause

*chair creaks, footsteps

*pause

You're like a pretty little statue, perched here on my desk.  I like seeing you like this.  It certainly gives me plenty of ideas.

*now whispering, close to the microphone, if stereo, make it mostly on one side

I can lean in and whisper in your ear without touching you.

*backs up, small chuckle, lean back in to whisper, if stereo, go to the other side

You shivered.  Sorry, did that tickle?  I can see the goose bumps on your arm.

*back up, normal voice

And you're biting your lip, that's adorable.

Are you nervous?  Afraid of what I might do to you?  Or is it fear of what I might ask you to do?  Or maybe you're excited, antsy, yearning for more.

But... you wanted to show me that you could be obedient.  Standing still for a minute or two doesn't show me anything.

But, what if I wanted you to stay there, palms flat on my desk, for the next hour while I just stared at you?  Or I could ignore you, finish grading these tests while you stood there as a decoration in my office.  Or maybe I could leave, go get dinner.  Would you still be here when I got back?

*say with devilish grin
Now that would be a real test of obedience, wouldn't it?

I think you could do it, though.  You'd be just like a statue, not making a sound, not moving a muscle.  Without me here, you wouldn't have permission to stand up all the way, or sit down.  You wouldn't be able to scratch your nose, or even go to the bathroom.  So I might just come back from my dinner to find a puddle at your feet.  Would you hold perfectly still while you wet yourself?  Letting it run down your thighs, drenching your socks and shoes, doing nothing to prevent it.  Just to obey me.  Just to show me that I can trust you?

I think you could do that.

I think you *want* to do that.

I'm not going to make you do that, though.  Don't get me wrong, the idea is delicious, but it wouldn't actually be fun for either of us.  Instead, all I ask is that you keep your palms flat on that desk, right where they are.  Just pretend that they are glued in place.  Oh, and you can't be loud.  Loud sounds travel too easily here. Can you handle that?

Don't just nod.  Say it out loud.

Yes, what?  Say: "Yes, sir, I understand.  I will be quiet and I won't move my hands."

*pause

Very good.  Good girl.

*pause

Your cheeks are all red.  You're getting turned on, aren't you?  That's impressive.  I haven't even laid a finger on you.

You like this.

I like this too.  But I'll be honest, this definitely isn't enough.  I want more.  I want to touch.

How does that sound?  Do you want me to touch you?

Oh, I already know, I just want to hear you say it.  Tell me to touch you.  Tell me I can touch you anywhere.

*pause

Good girl.  Now I get to decide what to touch first.

I'll just let my hands decide.  How about on your back?  Here, at the small of your back.  This is fairly tame, right?  I'm not grabbing your ass or anything.  But... I do have a strong urge to grab both of your hips in my hands, like this.  And then pull us together, like this. *light grunt

I want to just grind myself right into your behind, while I lean forward and smell your hair. *slow sniff

*whispering

You can feel that, can't you?  You aren't the only one turned on in this room.

Once I realized you truly wished to give yourself to me, I was rock hard.  Oh, I could hide it sitting behind my desk, but why try hiding it now?  You love this.  You're grinding your ass back and forth on me, you love the feel of it.  You want more, too.  Don't you?

*soft laugh

You've given me a truly wonderful gift... your body.  I absolutely must explore this gift.

*normal voice

But the wrapping on this gift is so pretty, I would feel bad if I just... tore it all off and threw it in the trash.

*laugh

Oh come on, it would be fun.

Okay, relax, I have no intention of tearing off your clothes.  In fact, I'd rather you keep all of them on... except these panties, they have to go.

Here, lift your foot.

Now the other.

There.  You don't mind if I keep these, do you?  A little something to remember you by?

What was that?  Say it louder.  Say: "I want you to have my soaking wet panties, Sir."

*pause

Good girl.  Hmmm, look at this.  You have such a cute little bubble butt.  I can fit a whole cheek in one hand, and I can still reach my fingers far enough to touch your clit.

Oh, do you like that?  Do you want more?  Say it.

Actually, I have an even better idea.  I want to kneel down and taste you.

*slurping sounds

You keep squirming around.

Tell me how much you like it.

*improv more oral

I can feel you tensing up, you're getting close already.  I'm going to start licking again, and you are going to cum for me.  I won't stop until you do, understand?

Good girl.

*improv through to her finish

Oh, little girl, that was fantastic.  You have such beautiful moans!

*kisses on her behind, then stand

Now, you and I have two more things to take care of.  First, my lips and chin are all wet now, because of you.  I want you to turn around and clean off my face.  Go ahead, you can move your hands now.  Stand up.

Now, clean off my face.

With what?  Your tongue of course!

*chuckle

You didn't even hesitate.  You like tasting yourself, don't you?

Say it, say you like the taste of yourself.

*pause

I thought so.

Now, one last problem.  I have a downright painful erection.  It is dying to get out.  In fact, I'm quite certain it wants to get into you.

*bigger laugh

Oh, you sweet thing.  I know you're a virgin.  I just had my face buried in your pussy.  *laugh again

I'm not going to take that from you.  Not today, anyway.  Besides, I don't keep condoms in my office.

No, no.  I have a different plan.  Get down on your knees.

*unzips

Ever seen one before?

Go ahead, take your time.  You're curious.  Nothing wrong with that.

*improv moaning, heavy breathing

Wow, you're eager.  In your mouth already.  Couldn't wait to get a taste?

*moans, then gasp

Not so far.  A bit too eager, I think.  That will take practice.  I'd rather you didn't vomit on me.

There you go.  Nothing wrong with slow and gentle.

*more moans

Mmmm, keep going.  Here, put your hand around it, here.  Like that.

Now, you hold still, just like that.  I'm going to grab your head and take over.  I'll try not to be too rough, just squeeze my leg if I make you gag too hard.

*groans, mumbles "good girl" "look up at me, look into my eyes"

*improv face fucking

Oh, god, are you ready?

*long groan, fapping sounds, release

*long exhale

Oh, sorry, I got a bit in your hair.

*chuckles

I wasn't trying for that.

No, don't try to wipe it off, I'll take care of it.  I'll help you up.  Here, I'll just use my fingers and wipe it up off your lips and cheeks.  Open your mouth.  Good girl.  Here, there's a little spot on your forehead, and some on your nose too.  There, lick it off my fingers.  Very good.

I can't do much for your hair, besides rub it in a bit, maybe rearrange your hair a little.

Hmm, what's that?

*pause

No, I don't have any towels to wipe your face.

It is going to be sticky as it dries.  I want you to leave it just like that.  Consider it your trophy, wear it as a badge of pride.  An almost invisible mask made from your teacher's cum.

That made you smile.

*lower voice, more serious
I want you to leave now, and head straight home.  Find a place to be alone, in your room or in the bathroom.  I want you to think about what happened here, while touching your face.  I want you to masturbate while you do.  I want you to rub that little pussy hard and fast while you picture what you looked like as I shot my load all over your lips and chin.

After you make yourself cum, text me right away.  Send me a picture of your face, flushed red with pleasure and covered in my dry, sticky cum.  Hold up your hand so I can see the wetness on your fingers.

Wait for my reply, wait for my permission.  Once you have it, you can take a shower, or at least wash your face, it's up to you.  Got all that?

*pause

You think someone will notice?  Well, if anyone notices and says something, make up an excuse.  Say it is sunscreen, or cheap makeup, or acne medicine, whatever.  You're smart, you can handle it.

Now, run on home, I will wait right here for my picture.

*chair creaks, door opens, then closes quickly