IAN's POV :
"All right, that's it for today's class," I said right before the fourth period bell rang. The students started shuffling and gathering their things, eager to get to lunch. "Have a great day everyone,"
"Have a great day, Mr. Hayes," said a few students as they walked out.
"Thanks, Mr. Hayes," said another student.
Within minutes, the classroom was dead empty. I was in the middle of putting my papers into my briefcase when I heard a knock on the door.
"Ian, hey," Jenna Parker, the social studies teacher, stood by the doorframe. She was young, probably in her early twenties, and she just started teaching here a couple of months ago.
"Ms. Parker, good afternoon," I greeted her politely.
"How many times have I told you? Please, call me Jenna," she said as she stepped closer towards my desk.
"Jenna," I swallowed hard. "Can I help you with anything?"
"Actually, I do have a favor I'd like to ask you," she stopped when she was an arm's length away from me. "You see, there's a museum field trip that I'd like to take my students to, and I was wondering if you'd be available to help chaperone the event,"
"I'm extremely busy. I have my classes and I'm doing exhibitions," I shot her down quickly.
"Oh, that's right. You're very busy, of course, silly me," she giggled and played with her hair. "I've seen your work by the way, I was at the MoMA the other day. It was really good,"
"Thank you, now excuse me but I have to-" I had my briefcase in my hand and I was about to walk past her, but she quickly stepped closer and blocked my way.
"I was hoping I could hear more about... your art process," she whispered low and seductively. "I found artists to be such intriguing people,"
"Jenn-, actually, Ms. Parker," I said sternly. "I'm sorry, but I have to-"
"Hey, there you are!" before I could finish my sentence, Emma's voice cut through the air. Jenna and I turned our heads to the door and there she was, standing there, beaming at me. "I've been waiting in your office for, like, twenty minutes,"
Emma stared at me and at Jenna for a moment. She had a questioning look on her face, but she covered it well. She stepped forward and asserted her dominance, linking her arms around mine and staring Jenna down.
"Sorry, babe, I just have to finish up in here," I said to her before turning back to Jenna with a cold face, "You have everything you need, Ms. Parker?"
"Yes, I do. Thank you," Jenna shuffled away awkwardly and turned to Emma. "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met before,"
"This is Emma, my..." I started to speak, but I couldn't bring myself to continue.
"Hi, I'm Emma," she smiled brightly and stretched her hand out to Jenna. "I'm Ian's girlfriend,"
"Oh," Jenna took her hand and looked at me in confusion. "I didn't know you have a girlfriend. How long have you two been dating?"
"About six years in total?" Emma said as she turned to me. Her hand went to brush the hair on the side of my face.
"Wow," Jenna's mouth formed an 'O'.
"Yeah," Emma nodded triumphantly and turned to me, "Honey, I'm starving. Can we please go get lunch now?"
"Sure, sweetie," I said to her and kissed her on the cheek, before turning to Jenna and said, "Please, excuse us,"
"Right, of course," Jenna nodded, clearly she was embarrassed. "Enjoy your lunch,"
Emma and I left the classroom and we went into my office. Emma had been working in New York Magazine for about a week now, and she hated it there. She started coming here to have lunch with me, just so she could escape her dreadful boss.
"What was that?" she demanded as soon as I closed the door shut.
"What was what?" I asked back.
"You hesitated to tell her that I'm your girlfriend,"
"I didn't hesitate because of that. I hesitated because I didn't know if I should say girlfriend or fiancée," I admitted.
"F-fiancée?" she stammered. "Well, you never technically asked me to marry you again?"
"I know," I sighed. "We just got back together and I didn't wanna freak you out,"
"So, you want to?" she asked in a playful tone.
"Do you want me to ask you?" I replied.
"Hey, that's cheating," she scolded and shoved my arm. "You should just ask me and find out the answer the hard way,"
"Hmm, I do have a strict no cheating policy," I said as I leaned closer to her.
"Do you now, Mr. Hayes?" she tilted her head to the side and bit her bottom lip.
"I do, Mrs. Hayes," she gasped when she heard what I just said.
Clearly what I just said had a great impact on her, but she was trying her best to seem unfazed. She cleared her throat and started walking towards a chair.
"Do you remember back at school I used to sit right here?" she asked, referring to the days when she was just my high school student.
"I do. I'd stand here and steal glances at your legs or your skirt," I said as I stood next to the table, a few feet away from her chair.
"You did?"
"Oh, yeah," I scoffed shamelessly. "I used to have all these fantasies, bending you over my desk, sprawling your legs open..."
"Hmmm," she purred seductively and stalked closer to me. Her heels were making a clinking noise on the ground, and somehow I loved it.
She leaned against the desk and her fingers playfully trailed my thigh and my groin area. Then she started rubbing me against my pants, causing me to gulp.
"Emma? What are you doing?"
"I'm not your student anymore. You don't have to fantasize," she whispered to my ears. "Just ask,"
"Emma..." I warned her.
"I want you, Ian. Now,"
"Here?"
"Here, now," she insisted.
"These walls are very not thick. People are gonna hear us,"
Tilting her head to the side, she asked in a challenging tone, "Is that gonna be a problem, Mr. Hayes?"
Shaking my head and stifling a laugh, I replied, "I guess not,"
Emma was standing against the desk. I started walking behind her, admiring her lovely ass, and already thinking about how pink they'd get after I got my hands on her. I placed a hand at the small of her back and gave it a gentle push. She complied, bending down with her chest flushed against the wooden desk, and her ass was sticking up.
She was wearing a white blouse, black pencil skirt, and black high heels. Since she started working, Emma had been dressing more... womanly. I wasn't complaining. I loved seeing her curves being accentuated in the best way possible. Running my hands slowly up and down her thigh, she squirmed a little, and I chuckled at the effect my touch had on her.
Pushing her skirt up to her hips, her gorgeous firm ass was now exposed to me. I gave her ass a tight squeeze and she moaned softly into the desk. Pulling her panties all the way down and over her heels, I brought it up to my nose and inhaled her delicious scent. I had smelled this smell for years and I still couldn't get enough. I put the panties in my jacket pocket, knowing full well she wasn't going back to the office with them later.
Staring back at her now bare ass, I couldn't help but wanting a little taste. Bending down in front of her entrance, I parted her ass with both my hands and let my tongue delve into her. She was already wet for me. Always so ready. I licked her juices clean and I kissed her sensitive bud, causing her to squirm and moan some more.
"You've been a very bad girl," I said as my nails dug into her ass cheeks. "Coming over here, seducing a teacher in his workplace,"
"Yes, I've been a bad girl, Mr. Hayes," she purred, looking back at me and pouted, "What are you gonna do to me?"
"I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson," and with that, I lifted my hand and slapped her ass loud and hard.
* SMACK! *
"Ouwh!" she half yelped, half moaned.
"Are you ready to learn your lesson, baby girl?" I said with another loud slap.
* SMACK! *
"Y - yes," she stammered.
"Yes what?"
* SMACK! *
"Yes, sir!"
* SMACK! *
"Good girl," I said as I took a step back.
Her skin was glowing rosy pink. Her sweet vulva was bared to the air. It looked so smooth and so enticingly soft, my hand went to rub it instinctively. She blushed bright red the other day when she saw that I had painted this part of her, but I just had to. It was the most gorgeous thing ever. She deserved it to be immortalized.
As my fingers run through her pink labia, I felt how warm she was and my breath was caught in my throat. Her pussy was gleaming wet, the delicate inner lips glistened with tiny droplets of her juices. My cock stiffened instinctively. My pants strained to contain it. I didn't hesitate for a second. The next thing I knew, I unzipped my fly and shucked my pants down to let my erection spring free. My length stood out hard as steel, veins were popping out, and the pre-cum glistened at the tip.
She didn't see it coming. She gasped in shock when I pushed myself into her with one thrust, hard and deep. Her walls reacted by throbbing gently around me and her breaths quickened. I paused for a moment to revel in the feeling of being fully inside her. There was nothing else quite like it.
Emma was getting impatient, like always. She started grinding her hips back, as if to tell me she wanted me to move. I responded by slapping her ass loud and hard.
* SMACK! *
"Ouwh! Ian!" she begged.
"Patience is a virtue," I told her. "You need to learn this lesson,"
* SMACK! * * SMACK! * * SMACK! *
After spanking her several more times, I felt her body submitting into mine. She fully let go of her control. I took this time to start moving, pulling out and pushing back into her. I started with slow, long strides. My hands held her down in place, one hand was on her shoulder and the other has on her waist. She whimpered and arched her hips, and then her whimpers turned into gasps as I gradually sped up my rhythm. Her body trembled with every pump I put inside her.
"Oh, Ian..." her soft moans of pleasure filled my ears.
That only made me crazier for her. I plowed into her harder and faster. I wasn't aiming to be this rough with her, but it was impossible not to. She seemed to be enjoying it too. Her moans grew louder and she met my thrusts with her hips.
"Ian!" she screamed and the muscles of her walls pulsed around my shaft, making me grunt in surprised pleasure. She came so suddenly, I wasn't expecting it. She wasn't too. Her body jolted in shock as though she was electrocuted. And then I felt the inevitable spray of her juices, drizzling over my steadily thrusting cock.
"Fúck," I hissed through gritted teeth. There was no other word that could describe this moment, so that was all I could say.
Once her ragged breathing calmed down and she finished riding the wave of her orgasm, I pulled out of her and flipped her over in one swift move. I pushed and shoved all the things on my desk and they fell, scattering all over the floor. Emma looked at me in shock, but I didn't have time to explain. I lifted her hips with both my hands and pushed her back on the desk.
My girl was now sprawled open on my desk. I stood over her and looked down at her beauty for a moment, mute at the sight of her. Slowly, I reached for her blouse and unbuttoned it, revealing the white lace bra she was wearing. Yanking the bra down with one hand, I caught one of her nipples with my mouth, and I caught the other one with my other hand. She tipped her head back and moaned softly as I devoured her with my lips. Her legs locked around my waist and she pulled me closer. My hard throbbing length was pressed on top of her stomach.
She reached for my shaft with her hand and guided me towards her entrance. I pulled her hand away instantly and pinned both her hands up over her head. She squirmed in protest, but I gave her a serious glare and she quieted down immediately.
"Patience, baby girl," I reminded her.
Leaning down, I captured her lips in mine and I kissed her hot and passionately.
"Let me worship you," I murmured through the kiss.
She let out a gasp at my words. I used the opportunity to slip my tongue inside her, roaming and tasting all the corners of her mouth. Our tongues met and I continued tasting her, reveling in her sweetness.
Slowly, I broke away from the kiss and started trailing kisses on her jaw and neck. When my lips hit her sweet spot, she took in a deep breath and sighed longingly. Her hands ran through my hair, her fingers curling and gripping it tight.
And just when she least expected it, I guided my shaft back to her core. She was so exquisitely wet and warm, and so incredibly tight. I slid deeper and deeper, going inch by inch until I reached her limit and could go no further. Finding my rhythm again, I started pounding into her faster and faster. With my mouth on her neck, my hands on her breasts, and my cock pumping into her, she didn't stand a chance. Within minutes, she screamed and clawed into my skin, reaching another climax. I sucked in a deep breath and steadied myself, continuing my thrusts as she clenched and convulsed around my cock.
Until finally, I thrust into her one last time, stretching her beautiful pussy around my thick length. I swore softly and my seed spilled into her, jet after warm jet, filling her with my purest expression of love. She clenched tightly around me as I came, milking every last drop of cum I had.
Shit. Coming inside her feels so good. It was a release like no other.
The feeling of being inside her like this was so surreal. I had to stay there for a moment, even after I was done and my length was slackening inside her.
"Ian?" she said through ragged breaths. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I nodded lightly. "Are you okay?"
"Better than okay, actually," she grinned.
Smiling back at her, I stepped back and pulled out of her. I came so much and so hard, warm white liquid oozed out of her once I pulled out.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said as she got up and straightened her clothes. "We made a mess in your office,"
"Don't worry about it," I said as I pulled her into a kiss. "It's totally worth it,"
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