But the last of her jostling movements must have knocked loose the right box in my brain.
“Daniel!” I blurted at last.
“Oh,” Miss Thruste began, “That’s much hotter than your first set of names.”
Hot? I thought that was a peculiar way to describe a student’s name, but her body was rocking enough that she could have said anything and I’d have gone right along with it.
“Yeah, I never much did like those,” I told her.
“Well, Daniel suits you much better anyway. You’re a wise boy,” the woman replied, and with that remark she spun around slowly, revealing that succulent ass in all its glory! Two thick cheeks tapering down into a pair of juicy thighs. I wasn’t sure which side of her I enjoyed more, front or back – the only thing I was certain of was my desire to know both of them much more intimately!
And as she continued to spin, I noticed that familiar scent reaching my nose. The one from my notification letter. Such a powerful, seductive aroma. My nose followed after it, causing me to lean forward on my toes, hankering to sink my teeth into the body from which it wafted. But as I looked down, I noticed another part of my body was leading the charge – my southern shaft, fast growing in both size and enthusiasm. Despite my perverted cravings for women, I had, up until now that is, been able to control the beast. So to speak. I could keep him caged when needed. Yet this concupiscent woman, the irresistible Krista Thruste… she somehow shattered all of my defenses.
I felt a rush of embarrassment as my shaft ignored all commands given to it – instead choosing to leap into battle, driving headlong out and onward into the material of my boxers, fast approaching the outer layer of clothing I had on. There was nothing in my hands to cover the growing pole. I wasn’t sure what to do! Miss Thruste was standing next to her desk, facing away from me, thankfully. I stared on as she bent over, reaching back down into the drawer she had been rummaging in when I first entered. And my god… from this angle, I certainly wanted to enter something of hers…
Of course, none of this helped my plight. It only made my situation worse. With her body bent over and that wonder ass pointed in my direction, it was all I could do to control my impulse to run over, flip up her skirt and drive home my throbbing excitement. I’d be her good little teacher’s aide, that’s for sure. I’d do all kinds of extra credit to get on Miss Thruste’s good side… hell, any side of hers! The front or back, I wasn’t too picky. And neither was my expanding woody, as it strained against my underwear with an ever increasing strength.
But, my time was running short. I couldn’t just stand there with a hard-on in my pants, could I!? No! And since I wasn’t holding anything (other than the thought of reaching down and stroking my cock while peering at her sumptuous ass)… I made a split second decision to dash across the room and seat myself in one of the chairs which happened to face the desk Miss Thruste was currently bent over. This way I could both conceal my erection and continue to store visuals of this gorgeous gal in my spankbank. I’m sure it would come in handy later on (hehe).
“Daniel,” she said aloud. “Would you mind coming over here?”
And then the woman, still bent over her desk, stuck one hand into the air and with one of the fingers extended in a pointing gesture – it just happened to be directed right at that tempting ass of hers, aimed at me. I couldn’t believe she was requesting the very thing I had been dreaming of, and she had done it so soon!
But then it occurred to me, perhaps she had a different kind of coming in mind. As in she might be expecting me to walk over…
There were a number of picture frames and photos placed on her desk – little knickknacks I didn’t pay much attention to as I pondered how best I could conceal my inflating arousal. There wasn’t much to be done. I figured with her back turned to me, it would be as good a time as any to make my move. And so I slowly rose from the chair, before making a hurried lunge across the expanse, moving straight for that perfect ass.
“Oh my,” Miss Thruste commented upon hearing me land behind her, “You’re certainly much quicker than you are punctual.”
“Well, I’m pretty quick at everything,” I told her, sweat dripping down my sideburn.
“I should hope not,” she replied, turning her head back over her shoulder and giving me a wink.
Once again, I wasn’t sure what to make of this… It seemed pretty sexual to me. I mean, after all, her ass was pointed directly at my raging cock! But I guess she didn’t know that… yet.
“Well, I mean I’m just a fast finisher,” I stuttered out trying to remedy the situation.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Miss Thruste asked, still bent over and facing away.
“Umm, no… I don’t recall anyway,” I answered.
This brought about a laugh from the woman. I just imagined her tits shaking as they hung down low in that tight bra.
“I think it’s something you’d remember, Daniel,” she told me.
“Probably so, Miss Thruste.”
I still had no idea what to do about the problem in my pants! But suddenly the sublime gal spun around, holding a stack of papers in her hands, which she slapped down on the desk right in front of me. The shock of it all caused me to jerk upright.
“There we go,” Krista Thruste began, “These will be your duty, for now. A little preliminary test to see how much you know. Take a look here.”
And then she leaned forward, quite far at the waist, in such a way that exposed her glorious boobs to me in all their glory. I couldn’t help but peek down into her shirt, staring at the beautiful rack. I could even see her green bra! I could see the entire outline of her breasts! The big bountiful things!
It certainly didn’t do anything to kill my boner… In fact I felt a renewed surge of excitement racing through my body, using the pole in my pants as a lightning rod where the energy seemed to converge in one massive jolt. The throbbing of my shaft was intense and powerful. An undeniable longing was at hand. Imminent meltdown!
“Umm, what exactly am I looking at?” I said aloud, immediately feeling like an idiot as I stood there, hard as a rock, and gawking at her tits. She remained tipped forward with her head cast downward and turned to the side, in what could only be described as an intentional attempt to display her milk-makers. I didn’t want to be rude, and so I stared on, albeit with a good dose of uneasiness running through me.
“Paper grading, silly.” She said. “You take these here, and the answer sheet here, and you see which ones they’ve marked correctly. Simple enough, isn’t it?”
I hadn’t heard a word she said, in fact my eyes never even left her boobs. So you can imagine the awkward moment that followed when I finally shifted my gaze from the mommy mounds to her brilliant eyes – which just happened to be staring right at mine! She definitely saw me peeking at her chest, that is certain. But her face didn’t seem to suggest disgust or revulsion, as I had been accustomed to seeing on the women of my desire. No, it seemed to be filled with a wanton lust. A happiness at being devoured by my peeping.
I just nodded weakly, gulping several times, feeling more and more uncomfortable by the moment. And then I saw her eyes dart once again down to my crotch… it was at this point I remembered the problem in my pants… the one I had failed to remedy. The result was a large protrusion extending outward toward the sexy-ass Miss Thruste. I gulped…
“Oh, wonderful,” she smiled, biting her lower lip. “I see you’ve come prepared.”
“Pardon?” I wheezed.
“Bringing your own pencil like that, very industrious of you.”
Another weak nod. I didn’t know how to answer such a statement. Did she really think I was just storing a pencil in my pants? And should I take that as an insult? Maybe if she had at least said a marker or something… Yet strangely, this didn’t seem to affect my boner in any way whatsoever. In fact, I began to grow larger and larger! Just knowing that this beautiful woman was now looking directly at my cock (even though concealed b
y the clothing) imbued me with a sense of sexual arousal never before known on this earth.
“You know,” Miss Thruste intoned, “My last assistant didn’t last long either. He was a mighty quick finisher too. It must be you young, hard working boys. Just pounding away, trying to get it done.”
“That’s me alright,” I laughed nervously, trying to play along with her comment. “I’m just a quick pounder until I’m finished.”
“Oh, is that so Daniel!” She laughed.
I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what was so comical about our situation. I mean Jesus Christ! I had a goddamn visible boner in my pants, standing not even 2 feet away from the sexpot of my dreams, better than any other woman in existence. All the while her tits acted as magnets, and my eyes were the tiny pieces of metal which could do nothing but attach themselves to the source – powerless to repel the pull of such large beauties.
“Yeah, I just like to get it done,” I told her.
“Mmhmm, mmhmm. A real go-getter. I can respect that. Now say, Daniel…” Miss Thruste paused here, turning her head askew, casting that sinister eye in my direction again. She was biting one lip, letting her gaze shift from my face down to my crotch, where it stayed the entire time she spoke.
“I bet you like getting good grades, don’t you?”
“I’d say so,” I mumbled, continuing to gaze at her milk-makers.
She placed a single hand on my thigh, not more than three inches away from my dick.
“I thought so. It turns out I’ve got an extra credit room in back. I doubt you’ve ever done this kind of assignment before, have you?”
“Uh, what kind is that Miss Thruste?” I questioned.
And here I felt her hand slide over those last three inches! She had her fingers pressing right up against my cock!
“It’s a big one,” she smirked, allowing her hand to stroke up and down my shaft.
It felt so good I didn’t know what to say in response. I just blurted the first thing that came to mind.
“Well I like them big!”
This elicited yet another laugh from the mature woman.
“Me too,” came her reply. And once again I saw those amazing tits jiggle on her chest, a sight which was only intensified by the slow, rhythmic motions she was making on my southern pole. It just felt so natural to have her hand there – my sexual frustration was at an all-time high. Having any contact on my shaft was a thing of beauty to be cherished, not shunned and denied.
“Now, would you like to follow me to the extra credit room for some much needed work?”
“Yes, I’d love to!” came my hurried and eager response. My pulse had quickened with each passing second that her fingers lingered on my cock.
And with that, Miss Krista Thruste rose from the desk and, without warning, wrapped her hand around my mighty shaft… squeezing me roughly through the clothing. Oooh! I didn’t expect my first time to be so forward, but I guess it’s true what they say about older women and going after what they want. I felt like I was about to be used as her own personal little boytoy – and I liked it! I couldn’t wait to get started on whatever this extra credit was she had in mind.
“Come along then – but not too soon,” she laughed (her fingers sliding free of my naughty device), strutting past me as I watched those bodacious boobs disappear from sight, being replaced by that jaw-dropping booty as Miss Thruste walked toward the backroom. I followed in hot pursuit, desperately wanting to feel her hand back on my rod. I needed it!
“And don’t forget your pencil. We’ll need that, Daniel.”
“Oh, I’ll bring it! I never leave home without it!”
“I’m sure it gets a lot of use,” Miss Thruste cackled.
“Well, it’s about to,” I replied with a smile.
“We’ll see if you can handle the workload. Not everyone can, ya know,” Miss Thruste retorted.
I felt sure enough of my ability to not only withstand, but to vanquish and conquer any task she set before me. In a few moments I would have pencil in hand and be ready to earn my A+. That much was certain! And if everything went how I thought it might… I’d have a few more, bigger and squishier things in my hands.
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There was a large purple sofa placed against the far wall, and not much else in the room. Not even a desk for me to work at. I wasn’t sure where I’d get all of this extra finished at, but I put my faith in that large ass that was bumping from side to side in front of me.
“How bad do you want it?” Miss Thruste asked me. Her front was now back in my face, the cleavage as awe-inspiring as ever. Those boobs looked like they were about to burst… God, I love them! And my southern pole seemed to agree, as it was harder than ever. The short walk with me staring at the body belonging to this goddess only seemed to fill it with a surge of fresh blood, pumping into my rod, coaxing it to grow.
“Is this where it’s at?” I asked hesitantly.
“Where what is?” She answered.
“Uh, my extra credit stuff.”
“Oh right,” Miss Thruste grinned, stepping forward, once again placing her hand upon my covered dick. “Yes, this is the right spot. You still want it, don’t you Daniel?”
I nodded rapidly, and I could feel my eyes bulging with delight the moment her fingers were on my member. She must have seen it too, because her eyes widened at the same time mine did.
“Good answer. I love it when my assistants are so eager to earn their little good marks. This will be your first time receiving such things, won’t it Daniel?”
I nodded again.
“Good answer. That’s just the way I like it…” And here she gave my shaft another hard gripping just as the words left her mouth. My pencil seemed up to the task. All she had to do was give me the assignment and watch me write all over it!
“I see you brought your heftiest pencil, Daniel,” she whispered, leaning close to kiss my cheek.
“I thought you’d like it best, Miss Thruste.”
“Oh and I do, Daniel. I really do. You’re already well on your way to receiving that A plus.”
“I told you I was fast,” I smiled, though it quickly left my face when she gave me an extra tight squeeze on my throbbing shaft. I could tell this was going to be a serious session. A no nonsense kind of work meeting. She had a goal in mind and I was only here to fill it. I didn’t mind, as long as I got to write with this pencil of mine.
“That remains to be seen,” Miss Thruste intoned. “There’s only one rule here, Daniel. But it’s an important one and if you disobey then your extra credit will result in an abject failure, along with your assistant status. Are we clear?”
I nodded, still unsure what the rule was.
“The rule is,” she continued as if reading my mind, “You will save anything of importance for me. Do you understand? You must deposit the important parts of this assignment inside of me. Are we clear?”
I nodded again, as thoughts of spraying my hot white cum deep into her pussy filled my own head. I may not have been overly keen on the idea, but if that’s what it took to secure a good grade, then goddamnit I would do it!
“You’re quite good at answering. I like that. Now let’s get to it… I have class in a short while. We’ll have to make this a quickened version, but I’m sure a young man like you will enjoy it all the same, won’t you?”
Yet another eager nod.
And immediately following my gesture of approval, I felt Miss Thruste pulling me over toward the couch by my penis.
“Sit,” she said.
I did exactly as she bid. I sat right down with my woody pointing straight into the air, forming a little tent on my crotch.
“Now, let’s get these off you,” Krista Thruste commanded, pulling at the band of my shorts. “I don’t allow any cheat sheets during these kinds of assignments. We go hard and without any safety measures in place.”
It all sounded well and good to me. She was the professional after all. And there s
he was, tugging my shorts clean of my legs and body. She even took my boxers with them. I was butt naked from the waist down, sitting on her couch with my dick just hanging out in the air for all to see. It was the first time anyone, other than myself, had seen my naughty bits. Quite an awkward moment to say the least.
My teacher was standing over me, hands on her hips, smiling down at my elongated excitement. She suddenly bent forward, dropping to her knees as she did so. Miss Thruste now had her face only inches away from my member – I watched as the throbbing pole pulsated and shook with each beat of my heart. It moved from side to side each time, quite visibly. This seemed to arouse the woman’s inner lusty regions, as she soon placed her mouth right on the end of it!
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