Fucked HARD by my Teacher

LNL. Fiction. Fantasy.
Yes, I still have a teacher fetish. Well, more of an older-man fetish, but teachers generally fit that category anyway.

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My class was so boring. All the teacher did, Mr K, was talk. Just talk. He never gave out any handouts or information sheets, just talked. And you had to take notes on what only 5% would come up in a test. Sometimes he even went off on a different tangent altogether and ended up talking to us about his wife and kids for a few minutes before realising it. You could tell that nobody in the class was very interested in what he was saying.

Mr K was about 6', wore a loose shirt with the sleeves rolled up (exposing his moderately hairy arms) and beige trousers. His face always had some stubble, and his eyebrows were thick and brown. His hair was a little curly, and his eyes were a pale blue color.

One day, I actually fell asleep in his class. The last thing I remembered before slipping away was resting my head on my arm. When the class ended and the rest of the students got up, the scraping of the chairs was what brought me back. I had just enough time to get myself alert again before I heard Mr K speaking,

"... don't forget the test next week, and Jackson, I need to speak with you."

Dammit. He noticed I fell asleep. I packed up my notebook and pens and sat down across from Mr K at his desk on the revolving chair. He brought his fingers together and looked at me from over them.

"Don't think for a second I didn't notice you having a little doze over there," he said. I looked down, not wanting to look him in the eye.

"Jackson, this is unacceptable. You continue to fail the tests and you're falling asleep in class." He motioned for me to sit next to him, so I pushed my self along on the chair until I was next to him. I looked at what was in front of us and saw copies of my last three tests. Each one had a grade on it, never above 55% and never more than a C at best.

"Jackson, your grades are slipping. Unless you do something about it, you WILL fail my class," he said, turning to look at me. I found it hard to look away, I felt if I did something bad would happen. Or it would show weakness.

"I want to try harder, Mr K," I say, matching his glare, "but there's nothing in this class that really gives me a reason to!"

"What does that even mean, Jackson?"

"I don't know..." I thought I had something for a second, but I realised I was just stalling.

"For fuck's sake, Jackson," he said, bringing his hand down on my shoulder, probably a little harder than I would've liked. "I don't like it when people fail my class." I looked away and franticly started thinking of something to say. I couldn't think straight. It was a full minute before I realised he'd stopped talking... and that his hand hadn't left my shoulder. I looked up and saw he had turned to face me full.

"For most other classes, students can bump up their grade with extra credit. Unfortunately, this class cannot provide anything other than another test for credit, and from experience, I'm not sure if that would work for you..."

His hand was a gripping me slightly harder and softer in a slow rhythm. His other arm was resting on the desk, but other than that, his whole body wad pointing towards me. I started feeling uncomfortable and excited at the same time.

"Is there anything you, personally can do, Mr K?" I asked, trying to hide my emotions from my voice. Mr K's mouth twitched a tiny bit, the faintest hint of a smile.

"The only things I could think of wouldn't be of any..."

"I'll do anything to make sure I didn't fail," I said. Really, I couldn't care less what my grade for this class was. I was just so interested in what his 'extra credit' would be...

"Well, if you really want those extra marks..." he said. I saw his other arm move down and he started to scratch his hip. I was about to ask what I would have to do, but my eyes darted down and I saw that he wasn't scratching his hip. His hand was gently stroking his crotch.

I looked back up at him with a shadow of amazement on my face. His eyes shot down at himself and back up to me. He let his feet move a little forward, closer to me. I watched his hand for a few seconds and slid off the chair. I knelt between his legs, his pelvis only inches from my face. He moved his arm back onto the desk and I moved my hand up to take over. I felt the heat emnating from his body, the vague outline of his cock beneath his layers of clothing while my other hand found his thigh. I felt Mr K's hand stroking the back of my shoulder, and took a few deep breaths to calm myself.

After only a few moments of rubbing, I reached over with my other hand and used them both to unbutton his trousers. I unzipped them and peeled them back, taking in the sight. Mr K wore dark blue underwear, and I could see a small amount of hair coming out from under it. I felt his cock through his underwear and the more definite shape. I squeezed and rubbed as he got harder, bigger. I pulled back his underwear slowly and took his cock out. It was big, about 4 inches already, uncut. I started slowly pulling it, up and down. Soon I got faster, and I felt Mr K shuffle in his seat, sighing and groaning.

When it was getting quite big I decided to try sucking on it. I held it up to my face and wrapped my mouth around his head. It was so warm in my mouth, I wanted to swallow it immediatly. I started moving into his cock, letting my tounge roll around his meat. I heard him groan again and knew he liked it. I tried working my tounge under his foreskin and felt him tense up, breathing tightly with pleasure. I could only get about half of his cock in my mouth at once, so I made up for hit by jacking off the last half with my other hand. Mr K started guiding my head with his arm and pushed me further in. I resisted at first, I didn't want his whole meat down my throat at once, but soon I found I could fit more in there than I thought. I nearly choked several times, but Mr K seemed to know when to slow down.

I pulled down his trousers further, and Mr K stood up a bit to pull them down all the way, along with his underwear. I pushed my face further onto his cock, feeling his sack with one hand and his thigh with the other. I felt the hair around his croth and his legs. My cock was so hard in my pants, I thought it would burst out. I felt Mr K trying to get my shirt off, and I leaned back to let him pull it off over my head. I noticed his had already been unbuttoned, but it stayed on.

Without warning, Mr K stood up and pulled me up and forced his mouth onto mine. I gripped his shoulders and reciprocated, letting our tounges rub into and over each other. I felt his stubble all around his face, and his nose pressing into my cheek. His hands found my pants and I helped him get them off, still with out mouths attacking each other.

When they were completely off, he finally let go of my face with a satisfying smacking sound. He grabbed me by the waist and whispered into my ear in a growling voice,

"Turn around."

Without hesitation, I turned and pressed my chest onto Mr K's table. I gripped the edge and tried to look around, but with no luck. I felt him spread my asscheeks and I drew breath, preparing for what he intended to do. I felt his tounge start to run circles around my hole and I started to moan. He licked my asshole up and down, around and even inside, which made me jump at first. I jacked off under the table, the anticipation of fucking was driving me crazy.

Eventually, Mr K's tongue vanished and I felt him spank my asscheek, making me jump again. He stretched my cheeks for the second time, and I waited while he got his cock ready. I was so ready, my precum was dripping onto the floor. Finally, I felt his cock press up against my hole. As his head came through I gripped the table tighter, Mr K's hands holding my waist from behind. He pushed in further until he touched my prostate, when I felt an incredible rush. I stifled my moans and gripped even tighter as he moved even deeper inside me. He was groaning as he probed me, tightening his fingers on my waist.

When his cock was completely inside, he began to pull out again, faster than when he entered. His cock rubbed against my insides and I felt the feeling of pain and ecstasy course through me from my ass. Mr K started pumping faster and faster, his body smacking into mine every time he pounded. I was being pushed into his desk with every pound, moving back only to be pushed again. We got a strong rhythm going as he ploughed me into his desk, groaning and breathing heavier as he went.

I don't know how long he fucked me, but when he slowed down and pulled out, I was worried that was all. I turned around and he pulled me back up, sucking my mouth one more time before forcing me backwards onto the desk, his body lying on top of me, our chests pressing into each other. His cock found me ass again and he started to fuck me again, starting off just as fast as he left off. I leaned forward and started sucking on his neck, feeling his hair under my tounge. I reached behind him and gripped his asscheeks, feeling them thrust into me and out again.

I moved my mouth up to his face again and started sucking on his lips, his stubble, anything I could get to. He pushed me back down as he ravished my face stronger than ever, pumping so fast I felt I was about to come. His belly was rubbing into my cock so I was being stimulated, too. It was all so much, I tried pushing him away from my face, to tell him I was about to...

My cock blew it's load into Mr K's chest, where it rubbed into mine, too. His chest hair lubricated with my cum rubbed all over me chest, him still thrusting faster, harder. My ass was on fire. Finally, he pulled his face away and scrunched up his eyes, concentrating on fucking faster, he was about to come too. I gripped the table again as his cock exploded inside me, his hot cum spurting deep inside my ass, dribbling out onto the table and floor. He slowed and stopped, standing up and jacking off his last few shots, letting them land on the floor.

I reached for the box of tissues he kept on the desk, but Mr K said through his panting "Top... drawer..." so I opened it and took out a towel. I wiped up myself and started on toweling off his hairy chest, listening to him talk to me, only hearing part of it.

"Now this'll get your grade a little higher. I might be able to get you some more credit projects though, so you might make that A-grade yet."