Samanthas Secret(Current Rating 39/100, based on 112 votes)
Welcome to Hampton University, a highly recognized prestige school in Hampton Virginia, where the female student body outnumbers the males seven to one. As if my job as teacher and role model wasn't hard enough, while preparing them for the real world. Especially, when over half your female student's idea of school clothes consists of short skirts and low riding hip hugging jeans. I'm Mr. Patterson, your average no life outside of the curriculum having Humanities teacher. My average weekend consist of grading papers or late night drives sulking over a past life with a wife whose idea of spicing up our sex life included sleeping around. Three years and I still hadn't moved on, even though she found no problem doing so. No girlfriends or even sex buddies ever since and I consider myself to be a pretty open minded type of guy. So open minded, that my highlight of each day is rushing home from class to jerk off to some enticing student, whose panties were visible from und!
erneath her desk in my class. So much for my life!
About a month ago while locking up for the day to head home, I bumped into one of my old students named Samantha. Samantha was one of my brightest students as a freshman. Always ahead of the other classmates when it came to punctuality, turning homework in on time, and behaviour. She never struck me as the girl guys fantasized about, but her intelligence more than made up for what she lacked in sex appeal. You see anyone that has every had the pleasure of cruising Hampton University's campus would tell you that of that seven to one female to male ratio, six of the females could easily be runway models. Unfortunately Samantha was never included in that six. While in class she was never a girl of many words, and from what I could tell she didn't have many friends either. When called upon to participate in classroom discussions she was always soft spoken, almost mumbling, so to speak.
Now a senior something was different about her, although at the time I couldn't quite put my finger on it. She still dressed and looked the same. Five foot three inch, roughly 150lbs, loose fitting sweater with matching ankle length dress that resemble someone in a cult. Although it had been nearly four years since I last seen her, she still possessed a girlish innocence about herself. When she saw me she smiled from ear to ear, like someone that had just bumped into a long lost friend. We seemed to have talked for an hour or more, before I apologetically had to cut the conversation short to get home. You see I a date with Palmetta, and I was getting hornier with each passing moment.
As a polite gesture I offered to give her a ride home if she needed. Inwardly hoping she would say no. With my luck she accepted. By now it was already seven pm, and she lived a good half hour's drive from campus. By the time we reached her apartment it was obvious to me, that the shy freshman I had taught three years prior had burst out of her shell. For starters, while driving, the conversation took a sharp, inappropriate turn that led down Sex Avenue. Uncomfortably, I listened as she went on and on, about how frustrating it has gotten for her to deal with the immature boys on campus. How they all want to just Fuck or have there Dicks sucked, but none of them would be caught dead in public with her. Surprised, and a little embarrassed I smiled and nodded, trying to ignore the hard-on that was steady inching up in my pants. I admit that at that moment the correct thing to do would have been to either change the subject or explain to her the inappropriateness of the!
conversation. But I couldn't! Once at her place, she thanked me for the ride and asked if I wanted to come in for a beverage, since I had a long ride back. Nervously I accepted, knowing it was a bad idea, all the while scanning the area for anyone that might notice a teacher and student together. Luckily it was getting dark, which was to my advantage. Inside I was more at ease when I saw that she didn't have any roommates. She told me to have a seat while she got me a drink and went to get changed. Twenty long minutes later she returned from the back room barefoot and wearing a pair of short, loose, fitting jogging shorts, that revealed to my surprise a set of thick, shapely, tanned legs. Damn! To make matters even worse she also had on a tight little tee shirt that barely hid her young succulent nipples, which were beginning to perk through. My dick was now at full attention and it was officially time to go. But before I could get a word in edgewise, she picked ri!
ght up where she left off with the car conversation and asked, "Hypothetically if you and I were fucking, would you be embarrassed to be seen in public with me?" Speechless for what seemed like five minutes painfully I responded "Samantha I'm a university instructor! So for your sake, as well as my career I will ignore that question!" While inwardly meaning if I don't ignore that question I might end up fucking your collage brains out. With that being said I immediately jumped up to leave. In the back of my head I knew as a man I could only take so much. Out of site out of mind was my best option!
She must have read my mind because as soon as I started for the door she reached for a drawer beside the couch and pulled out what had to be a massive ten inch vibrator. At a loss for words, I just froze in my tracks as she proceeded to slide her shorts to the side, revealing her already moist shaven paradise. Then as if it was my dick she was caressing she seductively traced her tongue and wet lips around the head of the vibrator, while gently massaging her clit with her fingers. "See how juicy my pussy gets teacher?" while licking the juices off. "I told you in the car I was tired of fucking boys." My dick was so hard; I thought it was going to unzip my pants for me. I must be dreaming. This couldn't be the same Samantha I knew; just the thought was driving me crazy with excitement and curiosity. I could hardly think straight. "Stroke your cock for me teacher, I won't tell!" she moaned while burying over six inches of plastic cock in her pussy. As though possessed !
I unzipped my pants and followed her orders without another thought of the consequences. "Like this," I asked while vigorously massaging my cock, as her ass bounced up and down off the couch forcing her toy deeper and deeper. "Damn it! Did I tell you to speak? I'm the instructor tonight," she replied, in a sharp tone that resembled a strong disciplinarian. The sudden change of role was driving me crazy with excitement. She then commanded me back to her bedroom so she could as she put it, "finally get fucked by a man." When we got in her room, which was dimly lit by three candles, the first items that caught my attention was a pair of handcuffs hanging on the wall, and an assortment of lubrication tubes scattered about the nightstand. I thought to myself how well we think we know some people. We both anxiously undressed fully and entered into one of the most arousing kisses I'd ever experienced in my entire five years of marriage. Her naked body felt just like silk ru!
bbing against mine as our tongues danced freely in each others mouths. Pushing me onto her bed she then grabbed my stiff hard cock with a firm, but delicate grip, and slowly slid her lips down over the head for a perfect fit. My concentration was scattered as she allowed the saliva from her mouth to drool down the shaft of my cock so she could slurp it off, while massaging my balls. My cock felt like it was about to explode when she suggested we swap positions so she could place her toes in my mouth. Passionately, I ran my nose in-between her toes and up and down the bottom of her feet sniffing the erotic funk of the moment. She was moaning out of control while stuffing her parted love hole with three cum covered fingers. I continued my erotic foot massage this time sucking each of her toes one by one until she was forced to turn on her side indicating she could take no more. My dick was now on fire. "Fuck me now," she moaned as she spread her legs opening her pussy f!
or my cock to douse its flame. Jerking off the last three years had caused me to forget how good the real thing could be. I hoped I hadn't forgotten how to fuck. Sticking my cock inside her tight pussy for the first time instantly transported us both to Utopia. She came hard instantly all over my dick. "Fuck me like the bad girl I am!" she passionately screamed while wrapping her legs around my back-locking her ankles. I pounded her tender pussy up and down for over an hour as she creamed over and over on my dick, while gripping my ass with both hands pulling me deeper and deeper inside. "I want your finger in my ass teacher so you can cum with me," she moaned. "But first put it in my mouth so I can get it ready." She sucked and savoured my finger as if it was her favourite treat, until it was wet enough to easily slide up her asshole. Then while cupping her left ass cheek in one hand with her legs tightly wrapped around my back, I inserted the saliva drenched fin!
ger she craved. "That's it teacher, that's the way I like it," she screamed loudly, as she let loose an intense orgasm that met my sperm head on. We fucked hard and fast for the next few minutes, pounding up and down, in and out, until my dick's vast hard-on begin to fade away with satisfaction.
Afterwards I came to my senses a little and scrambled about trying to find my clothes to get home. It was already past twelve o'clock, and I still had papers to grade by morning. She was lying across the bed nearly asleep staring with a look that could only mean, not you too. I felt bad, but there was nothing I could do. I was wrong from the jump for putting us both in a situation that could lead nowhere, but I let my dick choose for me.
Now, two months later, I find out that Samantha is pregnant! But she said she's not going to tell anyone it's by a teacher. That it would be our little secret!
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