I can feel my cock twitch before I even turn to see her standing there quietly in the dim light of the hallway. She’s dressed in this short skirt and this tank top that’s just- wow, and her hair is in fucking pigtails.
Jesus Christ.
And right then, I know none of that shit is happening. Dropping the class? Leaving her?
Fuck no. Because I want more; I need more, like some sort of drug.
I’m hard instantly, and my eyes dart up to her eye. “Ellie-”
“I’m here for more help, Professor,” she says is this soft, girlish voice that has me groaning and clenching my jaw as my cock just throbbing in my pants. And she’s calling me professor, and it’s like my kryptonite or something. “Professor” sounds so fucking dirty and scandalous, and with that little pleated skirt, and those mouth watering tits falling out of her tank top, and those damn pigtails, she’s like the schoolgirl fantasy come to life.
She’s my schoolgirl.
Because that pussy is mine. I’ve had a taste, and now I want nothing else. I want to consume her and take her all for my own. She might be young, and innocent, and wholly inappropriate, but fuck it, I’m going to posses her. I’m going to show her everything.
“More help, huh?” I growl as I move towards her in the dark of the hallway.
“Mmhmm…” she nods, biting her lip and looking unbelievably sexy in the way she looks both scared and excited at the same time. “I’ve forgotten our last lesson, and I think I need to go over it again.” She blushes, like she’s trying to play it coy and be the naughty girl here, even as innocent and sweet as she is.
I take a step right towards her, dropping my bag to the floor. “I’ll bet you do,” I growl, and then she’s moaning as bruise my lips to hers.
She gasps into my mouth as she flings her arms around me. I yank her tight against me and spin us around, pressing her back against the wall of the hallway next to my office door. I can feel her pressing and undulating her tight young body against me. Her tongue is inexperienced, but eager, as she slips it against mine. My hands slide down her arms and over her body, squeezing her soft tits through her skin-tight tank top and feeling her nipples harden to tempting little buds under the material. I let my fingertips roll over them, pinching them and bringing a cry to her lips as I bring another hand up to hold her chin as I claim her mouth.
Ellie is moaning as I push my hand under her tank top, my hand cupping those big tits and teasing over her nipples. She drops her hand to my pants, stroking the thick bulge there and making me growl into her mouth. I let my lips slide down her cheek, and over her neck to her earlobe. She whimpers in this high, girlish voice as I suck the lobe between my teeth and start to push her shirt up over those full globes.
My mouth drops lower, running over the bunched fabric of her tank-top and then over the hot, soft skin of her breasts. I close my lips around one hard little nipple and suck as I bat it with my tongue, an she moans as my hand slides down over her panties, pushing them aside and slipping a finger easily inside.
“Oh, Professor,” She whimpers, her small hand jerking me faster through my pants. “We- we could get caught out here!”
“You want me to stop?” I growl in her skin, sinking a second finger knuckles-deep inside of her as my thumb rolls around her clit.
“No!” She gasps out, her hips rocking towards me. Her hand suddenly freezes on my cock as her other one grips my forearm tightly. “Because I’m going to come!”
Ellie’s whole body seizes up, and then she’s biting my shoulder as her orgasm tears through her right there in the hallway of the english department. She’s clinging to me as her tight little teen pussy clenches around my fingers, while my lips leave marks across those full young tits.
Slowly, her grip on me loosens as she lets out this contented sigh. I grin as I manage to pull myself away from her tits, but all of a sudden, she’s flipping us around and dropping to her knees in front of me.
“Ellie, honey, what are you-”
“I-” She looks up at me with this mischievous and nervous look on her face, her bright blue eyes sparkling in the dim light. “I want to taste you.” She takes a deep breath. “I want to suck your cock, Professor Martin.”
Fuck me.
There’s something insanely ho
t about hearing this sweet little good girl say dirty things like that, and my cock throbs in response. She looks like taboo incarnate, on her knees like that of the hallway with her legs spread, her tiny skirt around waist, and her full, gravity-defying tits out and still wet from my mouth
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Why don’t we go to my office-”
“Uh-uh,” she says, grinning wickedly at me and biting her lip as she reaches up to start pulling at my belt. “I want to suck you right here.”
She’s unbuttoning my jeans and slipping the zipper down, and suddenly I don’t give a fuck if we’re out here in the hallway. It could be the middle of the damn day and I wouldn’t say no to this fucking barely legal sex-kitten on her knees begging me to suck my cock.
She pushes my jeans and my briefs down, and my cock springs out to bob thick and heavy right in front of her. Ellie’s jaw drops as she just stares at it. “Oh my God,” she says, her eyebrows raising as she looks up at me and wets her lips. “You’re-” She swallows heavily and then brings her hand up to wrap her small fingers around my dick. “You’re really big.”
I grin, feeling my pulse roar as her small hand teases over the skin of my cock. I mean, yeah, I’m big, but I look huge in her small hand like that. It looks obscene, my thick, pulsing cock in the hands of this little eighteen year old schoolgirl, her ginger-blonde hair in pigtails framing her face.
Her tongue slides out and across her lips and she leans forward. I groan as I feel her breath first, hot across the had. But then she’s gently pressing her lips to it - her full, soft, pouty lips kissing my cock.