Teacher /Student Roleplay Phonesex – Extra Credit – Part 1

 

“Mr. Torres?”

“Hmm?” My Calculus teacher grumbled without so much as a glance in my direction.

I frowned. You could at least look at me… “I was wondering if we could talk about my grade.”

Calculus was my final class every other day, so the other students had already ran out in hopes of securing their freedom. I didn’t have cheerleading practice, so I swallowed my pride and approached Mr. Torres’ desk as soon as the dismissal bell rang.

Mr. Torres was what my friends called a TILF–a “Teacher I’d Like to Fuck.” He was average height and rather muscular for someone who taught bratty teens about math. His skin was a smooth ochre with warm rose red undertones, and his hair was as black as midnight. His deep mahogany eyes always seemed to smile from behind his wire-framed spectacles, something his plump lips always seemed to mirror–except when he was talking to me.

Seriously, I have no idea what I ever did to deserve his hostility, but Mr. Torres has always hated me. He finds dumb reasons to give me poor grades, he ignores me when I raise my hand and calls me out when I don’t, and he’s always slapping me with dress code violations and sending me to the front office. My skirt was half an inch shorter than the recommended length–there was no way he could tell that with just a glance.

All in all, Mr. Torres was just one of the worst teachers I have ever had.

He heaved out a sigh, set down his pen, and finally met my gaze. “Alright. Let’s talk about how you’re on the brink of failing my class.”

“I really feel like I shouldn’t be,” I contended. “I turn in all my homework, I pull out all the stops when you assign me to a group for a project, and I even completed the extra credit assignments you uploaded to the school website!”

Mr. Torres raised his hands and began counting down on his thick digits, dismantling my argument one talking point at a time. “The work you turn in is C-minus at best, your group mates have all told me about how you tried to bribe them to pull your weight, and the extra credit assignments on the school website were supposed to be turned in at least three days before you actually submitted them. Try again.”

Oops.

Warmth spread across my face as embarrassment washed over me. Those fucking creeps actually told on me?! “Okay, fine. So are you saying there’s nothing I can do to improve my grade?”

My teacher stood from his desk with another hefty sigh. I watched as he moved around the desk, meeting me on the other side. His brunneous eyes held a dark mischief that I couldn’t place as they locked onto mine.

“It sounds like you need to put in some extra work. Are you willing to do that?”

I frowned. “I-I’m not sure that I know what you mean–”

The teacher cut me off.

“I mean, are you willing to do whatever it takes to get your grade up?”

My eyes were wide as I took a step toward the exit. “I–um, I think there’s been a misunderstanding–”

Before I could protest further, Mr. Torres took hold of my wrist with a calloused hand and yanked me back. I stumbled backwards as I was spun around, my legs slamming against the front of the desk as the sheer force of the action had me bent over the structure. My teacher brought his left hand to the back of my neck, firmly holding me in place. His right hand was sliding down my back, inching toward my round teen ass.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

Thanks for reading Part 1 of this steamy blog! Part 2 comes out later this week–or, if you want to hear the blog in its entirety, you can buy the audio version today!

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Evelyn

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