Naughty Behavior
Stacy was always a problem child. She misbehaved at every chance she could because she could get away with it. Her father was a powerful lawyer in town and always bailed out his little princess. Needless to say, she was a festering problem for Mr. Sanders, her English teacher.
Mr. Sanders taught at the high school for over fifteen years, and never before had he a student like Stacy. She sat in the front row not by choice, but by his stern command. If she were going to be taking his class, he didn’t want her in the back making a ruckus. She got him back by wearing revealing clothing or teasing him with her sexy body.
Today she decided to go the innocent school-girl route by wearing a lavender dress much like a school uniform, and matching ribbons in her hair, giving her a double pony tail. She wore high heels below her naked legs, and tipped her toenails with lavender nail polish to match. While he lectured to the other students, Stacy seductively bit her index finger and gave him sexy pouty looks. He sweated beneath his suit but kept his composure.
Stacy poured it on by leaning forward as though to pay close attention, but instead she showed off her ample cleavage. A heart-shaped locket rested between her sweet ample tits and it became more than Mr. Sanders could take.
Finally the bell rang, and as she got up to leave, he called upon her to stay. The other students finally stepped out of the room, leaving the teacher and student all by themselves.
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you, Miss Kent? Looking at me all seductively to trip me up. You did that, didn’t you? Admit it!” Stacy mockingly looked shocked at his accusation.
“Why, Mr. Sanders, are you accusing me of being a seductive tease? I’m innocent, just ask anyone.” She gave him a fake pout and fiddled with one of her pony tails. Mr. Sanders wasn’t buying any of it.
“See me after school, Stacy. If you don’t show up, I’ll have you suspended for a week.” He looked at her sternly, as though he wasn’t kidding around.
When the final bell rang for the day, Mr. Sanders sat at his desk and corrected papers, looking at the clock. He wondered if Stacy Kent would ever show up. His guess was that she would keep him waiting well into the night if he stayed around for her. Beyond his belief, she opened the classroom door and stepped inside. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor and she took her seat in front of his desk.
“So what do you need to see me about, Mr. Sanders. I’m a busy girl. I want to go home.” She slammed her books on the floor and stared at him irritably. He dropped his pen on the desk and looked up at her. If he didn’t know any better, he swore that she opened the V of her dress even further, and even pushed her ample tits out further in plain view.
“I’m tired of your games, young lady. And, I think it’s about time someone taught you a lesson. Your father seems fine with bailing you out, but he’s not here right now. No one is except you and me.” He stood up and walked to the classroom door where he closed it again and locked it from the inside. Mr. Sanders turned and walked back to Stacy. He sat on the edge of his desk and looked down at the sexy vixen.
“What are we going to do with you? You won’t listen to authority, so authority is going to have to get stricter with you.” With that, Mr. Sanders pulled Stacy out of her seat and forced her across the front of his desk. Her short-hemmed dress rode up and exposed her ass cheeks to him. He pushed her gray skirt even further up until it bunched over the small of her back, now showing off her supple butt cheeks. She wore a skimpy thong panty set, which divided her ass perfectly.
Before Stacy could shout out her protest, Mr. Sanders landed his open hand firmly on her fleshy white cheeks. The slap sound echoed off the school room walls, and he repeated himself over and over. He didn’t stop to listen to her pleading until her ass became red, swollen and warm. My God, she looks so delicious right now, Mr. Sanders thought to himself. Being that he was only seven years older than she was, he didn’t see it as that much of an issue if he took her sexually right on his desk. It would serve her right, he concluded.
Mr. Sanders pulled at her frilly thong panties until they snapped away from her toned thighs. She squeaked a cry of refusal and began to cry. He thought to himself that he was too far past any line of decency, so if he was about to ruin his teaching career and take this young woman, now was the chance. He knelt behind her and shoved his hungry tongue into her moist slit. Lapping at both of her tight holes, he tasted her sweetness and musky ass hole. The lusty teacher even dared poke one of his fingers into her ass hole while munching heavily on her wet slit. Mr. Sanders lost himself in her deliciousness and tongued her to her first orgasm with him.
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