I was in Malta for the last few days to celebrate the end of term. Last Friday, I had my last exam so I decided to mark the end to my formal education in style…
“Time is up. You must stop writing,” announced the lead examiner.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I handed in my Spanish final and then left the exam hall. It was a rare summer’s day for Ireland and the sun with splitting rocks. Although it felt good that a year’s hard work was finally finished, I lamented as I looked around the campus I was so fond of.
But class wasn’t finished, yet. I had arranged a little celebration for myself.
Busing her way up for the country, was a schoolgirl I’m currently banging in her late teens. She had a little bag with her – the contents of which I will reveal presently.
I went home, had a shower, picked her up, and drove BACK to campus.
As it was the late afternoon and the last day of exams, most of students had left. And so, me and my teen fling snuck into a lecture room of one of the main buildings.
“OK, you know what to do,” I told her. “I’m going to go outside and text me when you’ve changed and ready to go.”
I waited in the corridor, keeping an eye out. There were still a few people about and someone was on their laptop in the next room, but I knew we’d probably get away with it.
I got the text, saying,
As this point, I should mention I was dressed as a teacher, named Mr. Mean, so from this point forward, I will be telling the story from his perspective…
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I walked into my classroom to grade some papers, only to find one of my students was at the back of class. She was still wearing her uniform: white shirt, long stockings, short skirt and a tie. She wore big goofy glasses and had her hair in pigtails, too.
“What are you still doing here?” I asked. “You’re not supposed to be here. It’s after hours!”
“Sorry teacher,” she said.
I noticed she was writing something in her notebook over and over again.
“What’s are you doing,” I said picking it up to investigate.
Do you know what that naughty little brat was writing line after line? –
I want teacher’s cock. I want teacher’s cock.
“Disgraceful” I yelled. “You’re in big trouble little girl. I should tell you Mammy and Daddy.”
“Please sir, don’t tell Daddy,” she said, “I’m sure there’s some extra homework I can do.”
“Let’s see how you do in your oral exam, first,” I said.
Biting her lip, she got down on her knees, slowly unzipped my pants, and took out her throbbing test subject.
“Let’s give you lesson in gagging, you naughty little girl.”
I rammed my cock down her mouth, but she quickly took over and went head on into the lesson. She was a very good student and loved every second of it. That said, I was strict, slapping her face if she did something wrong. This was my classroom and I expected my students to work hard. After a few minutes, she gazed up through her glasses while lapping my balls and asked,
“Am I doing good, teacher?”.
“You still need to be punished,” I said.
With that, I threw her over me lap, pulled up her skirt, and spanked her, hard, until she was red raw.
“Look at you,” I said. “You’re panties are all wet and now you’re dripping on teacher’s leg, you little slut. Do you want I do troublemakers like you?”
I bent over over teacher’s desk, teased her, and made her beg for my meat.
I made her scream “I want teacher’s cock!” so loud, it could be heard through the the school corridor.
Then I fucked the shit out my tight little student.
Her legs buckled.
“Look at you dripping on teacher’s big hard cock. You’re a bold little brat, aren’t you? What would your Daddy say? Take it like a good little girl.”
I grabbed an eraser and began beating her ass, leaving a massive white mark on her red cheek. Then, I grabbed her tie and used it to choke her. It made her even more wet.
“I want teacher’s cum on my face,” pleaded my naughty little student.
Unable to hold it in any longer, I dropped her to her knees and released a deluge of cum all over over my dirty pupil’s pretty little teenage face – in her mouth, her lips, on her glasses…
She swallowed every bit of it, and said,
“Thank you, sir! Promise you won’t tell Daddy now?”
“Good student,” I said.
What a way to remember the last day of term.