Teacher/Student CNC Phonesex – Extra Credit – Part 2
I struggled against the hand of my teacher, but it was pointless; Mr. Torres held me down with a strength I would have never thought he possessed. His fingers dug into my skin, bruising me. I squirmed, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but to no avail.
“You asked about extra credit,” he growled in a smoky tone.
Mr. Torres had positioned himself directly behind me; his hips trapped mine against the metal desk, and I could feel his cock growing from within his restrictive clothing. “Here’s my proposal: I’ll let you pass this class if you can take every inch of my cock.”
A blush erupted across my cheeks. “Y-You can’t be serious!”
He pressed his stiff member against my teen ass, rubbing the length of his shaft across my butt cheeks.
“What do you think?”
I could feel his cock growing; even trapped inside dress pants, I could tell it was thick. There was no point in struggling–the more I wiggled, the more he seemed to enjoy it.
“I’m waiting, Evie,” teased Mr. Torres. He pulled his body back just enough to give me a false sense of security, only to slam the full weight of his waist against me. The sheer force sent me–and his desk–forward a couple of inches. I let out a surprised yelp, appalled by the tingling butterfly sensation in my tummy and pussy.
Seriously? I’m getting turned on by my math teacher?
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he grunted. I felt his free hand hike up my pleated skirt, baring my ass to any who might dare to enter his classroom. His hand groped my thong-clad butt cheeks hungrily before coming down in a sharp smack. My entire body jumped and shuddered from the stinging sensation, and an involuntary moan escaped my lips.
“Such a slutty little student, turned on by a spanking from your teacher,” he teased. He spanked me over and over, his blows hitting incrementally harder. I could feel my pussy tightening in anticipation as my lace thong moistened from the excitement. “Did you think those boys wouldn’t tell me about all the favors you did for them?”
My face was the shade of a strawberry. “I-I don’t know what you mean.”
“Oh, I think you do.”
My teacher gave my ass another spank. “Tony told me all about how you blew him in exchange for homework. You suck his cock on a weekly basis just so he can write your essays in English, right?”
“No–”
Another hard smack. “Answer honestly, Evie.”
I sniffled–I swear, my eyes were tearing up. “Y-Y-Yes.”
Another spank–this one hard enough to make me yelp. “Yes what?”
I whimpered. “Yes, sir.”
“Attagirl.”
Suddenly, I heard his fly unzip. “It’s time for you to learn your place.”
I was yanked off the desk and shoved to the linoleum floor. Appalled, I looked up to glare at my teacher–only to find myself face to face with a monster of a cock. Mr. Torres had been packing nearly a foot-long in his pants, and he had brought it out to play. It was lean, veiny, and twitching before me, already dripping pre-cum onto my chest.
I wanted to taste it so bad.
It wasn’t just that it was long–it was also girthy, intimidating. Enticing.
I have to taste it–
That’s when I recalled Mr. Torres’ proposal: he would improve my grade if I could take every inch of his cock. I had to suck off my teacher if I wanted to pass his class–but would I be able to pass this test?
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