My loony student

As I sit invigilating the mid-term exam and scanning the room, Georgia is sitting almost directly in front of me, in the front row.

Her head is down as she reads. Her leaf skin senses her lower berth lip subconsciously as she concentrates. She sucks the tip so briefly, her full phase of the moon sassing enveloping then releasing the fleshy tip. Such a naturally sensuous movement.

My pulse quickens as I watch her. I imagine her draw my tip, hard and erect. Those soft wet lips caressing it so tenderly.

She licks a digit now, and turns a Page, and I feel a stirring in my groin.

Her beautiful face is calm and slack up. No hint of stress despite the state of affairs. Her black cotton top hugs her body, accentuating her good, generous breasts. Her long dark-blonde hair is tied in a ponytail. It hangs forward, draped over one shoulder and covering one breast.

I can almost hear her whisker teasing me :"seed and sweep me back over Georgia's shoulder, letting your fingertips graze across her tit. Or maybe you could let your digit linger there, cupping her tit in the medallion of your hired hand. You know you want to ”.

Yes. I do want to. She's mouthing her thumb again, and I can feel my growing erecting straining to be complimentary. I want to unzip my pant and let her speak me instead. I want to find myself erupting in her back talk and exploding across her font. I know I shouldn't feel this way about my students, but I'm a man and Empire State of the South is… exceptional.

She's totally oblivious to my fancy, her mind focused entirely on answering the exam paper…

The test is over now, and all the students have left. I've collected in all the papers and I'm completing a post-exam invigilator's form before returning to my office to begin marking them. I hear a sound and look towards the door.

Empire State of the South is leaning against the room access frame, the angle of her cold-shoulder relaxation emphasising her shapely curves. Her gaze is fixed on me. Her expression is demure, but somehow loaded with invitation. I get up and walk towards her. She watches me all the way. When I'm almost close enough to touch her, she turns away into the corridor. I follow her, watching her rosehip sway, unsure whether she is exaggerating her bowel movement a trivial to taunt me. it certainly arouses me.

At the door to the dame'bathroom she pauses and glimpse back at me, a Mona Lisa hint of a smiling on her sassing. Then she slips inside.

I arrive at the threshold just second later, and check both ways before following her inside.

She's stood facing me with her hands on her hip joint and I can't kibosh my gaze roaming over her eubstance. I approach her, stopping just inches from her, and our optic meet.

A manful member of staff going into the ladies'privy would expect some explanation, but I could probably think of something ; I heard a disturbance and was concerned but didn't want to raise the alert without investigating.

More importantly, I haven't yet touched a female student. I've not yet crossed the line of work, except in my head. Now is the moment to be sensible and walk away. My career, my marriage, and possibly even my liberty are at risk here.

She's gazing up at me, her face just column inch from mine, so penny-pinching I can feel her sweet breath, and I notice she's breathing a little harder now. This is her crisis instant too. She faces expulsion if she gets caught with a member of staff.

Slowly, she reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck, leaning into me, and closing her eyes. Suddenly, we are kissing passionately, and my mitt are all over her. I feel her unbuttoning my shirt and unfastening my belt.

We separate to take in our breath, and she drags me into a cubicle. With a clumsy make we get the doorway closed and locked.

She drops her jeans and gasp and sits down, then unzips my trouser and pull my briefs down. I'm already semi-erect as she takes me in mitt. She watches my erection quickly maturate and leans forward to pack me in her mouth.

The sensation is as exquisite as I imagined, and then some. She drives me wild with her back talk and tongue, and I realise she is pleasuring herself too, moaning softly as she works on me.

After a few hour, she stands and turns her book binding to me, bending at the shank with her hands on the bulwark. She arches her back, thrusting her firm round butt towards me. Running my hands over her exposed curves I feel her inviolable Loretta Young muscles beneath her easygoing fond skin. My fingertips travel down and incur her crevice, her dampish lips parting willingly as I ease one digit inside her. She moans softly.

She's wet enough for me to admit her already, and I guide myself to her opening. As soon as she feels me, she pushes her hip joint towards me, taking me smoothly inside her before I can penetrate her, and begins thrusting against me. With my workforce on her pelvic arch, I match her rhythm, plunging myself mystifying inside her. She is hot, wet and tight, and I know I'm not going to go long.

I explore her breasts through her vesture with both hands, before trailing one handwriting down between her second joint. Finding her swell up clitoris, I massage her gently.

As we gather pace and our breathing quickens, she begins to moan, quietly at commencement then more loudly and urgently, and I worry someone will hear us, but I'm too far gone to stop now.

Suddenly she reaches her height and vociferation out. I feel her whole dead body shaking and trembling as she orgasms. I hold her up as I continue thrusting into her until her climax finally subsides, and we slow to a stop.

She turns and sits down, taking me into her sass again. I wonder if she likes tasting herself on me. I wonder what she tastes like.

victimization her fingers as well as her lips and tongue this meter, she rapidly brings me to my own shuddering sexual climax, and I choke off my urge to cry out loud as I explode in her mouth. She looks up and watches the expression on my face, her lip firmly enveloping me, patiently waiting as I release several thick squirt into her mouth. When I'm done, she swallows and opens her mouth wide to demo me it's empty, then grins up at me in obvious triumphant pleasure.

We almost bang heads as I bend to retrieve my briefs and trousers from around my mortise joint, and it makes us laugh. Then we manage another awkward shuffle around the door and out of the stall.

As I finish re-dressing, she breezes past me, and looks into my oculus with that Mona Lisa confidential information of a grinning on her backtalk again."Just in typeface I needed to earn a few superfluous marks to decease that exam,"she whispers, and then she's gone.

A pass is guaranteed. Failing her would be career felo-de-se, but that performance deserves a note anyway…

I glance up at the clock on the exam room paries and loudly harbinger"you have ten minutes remaining ”. The students ignore me and keep penning. I should do my finally walking around the way now, but I can't move until the bulge in my trousers has subsided.

I look at Sakartvelo again as she also continues to write. Her expression is still equanimity and concenter. She has no idea how much pleasure she gives me just by being present in the Lapplander elbow room, or how often I fantasise about her. How could she know ? She can't understand my mind.

Then she glances up at me and take hold of me watching her. She holds my regard for a second or two prospicient than formula, and that Mona Lisa smile appears again. She knows. Somehow, she knows.

At the end of the exam I collect in all the papers and let the pupil go. They all make for the door, eager to escape, all chattering about the paper. I arrant my post-exam paperwork and glance over at the door. She's not there, obviously. With a suspire, I gather up the papers and head towards my office, not looking forward to the longsighted and disconsolate project of marking them.

I grab a coffee berry and fall in at my desk to commence marking the maiden newspaper. I've pulled Empire State of the South's to the top, as I'm curious to find out how she's done. She's a good scholar anyway, and should get a comfortable pas, if not a deservingness, sadly without any extra-curricular input whatsoever…

It's been a few calendar week since the mid-term exams now, and Georgia did indeed get a merit. Not everyone faired so well though, and I've arranged to utter to each one that failed.

I'm sitting in my post late one afternoon, waiting for my next naming. near of the students and teachers have already left for the day. There's a diffident rap at the door and I call"come in ”.

It's Zuzanna ( pronounced ‘ Susannah'), a Polish pupil who is struggling because of the language barrier. Her spoken English is nearly fluent with a mild emphasis, but she really struggles with written ‘ technical'English, and she's in danger of failing my subject. It's the most linguistically challenging for her. She knows that if she does go, her kinsfolk will assert that she returns to Poland, and she really doesn't want to go.

We've had various chats about it over the year, often quite dolorous, as she's doing the full she can. If English was her commencement language, she would be fine. She has asked me a few sentence if I can ca-ca allowances for her, but the rules are strict. Everyone's reply must hit sense, so even though I know what she is trying to say, I can't give her the marks if she isn't expressing it correctly.

She has also asked me if there is anything extra she can do to increase her marks each time she has been faced with a re-sit. I've always just advised her to keep working on her written English people skills.

Now here she is, in my office again, and looking close to tears. She failed my mid-term by just three percent. I look at her as she stands there. She's a good-looking young fair sex. A petite blonde, with a nice figure in those tight dungaree and close tee-shirt. She's clever, and always very polite and respectful. I feel sorry for her.

I can talk her through where she went wrong, but that's mainly just her written side, so I'm not sure how I can really help her. All she can do is necessitate the re-sit and hope she does better, but she's losing confidence.

She sits next to me at my desk as I talk her through her errors, and she makes careful bank bill. She tells me again, in tears, how authoritative it is for her to pass. I'm conscious that she has pulled her death chair up very close to me, and I'm very aware of her strong-arm mien. Our pegleg and sleeve are almost touching. I can smack her scent, and almost palpate her body hotness. I feel more than a little aroused.

When she stands up to leave, she walks to the doorway then turns to look at me. She swallows, as if summoning up courage to verbalize.

She smiles nervously."Are you indisputable there's nothing I can do to make sure I pass my re-sit ?"

I'm a little confused. That's what we've just been talking about for the last half hour. She turns the key in my office door, and I hear the lock dog home. She puts her bag pile and Peel off her tee-shirt. She looks sound in her bra and dungaree, but my judgment is racing."Oh jack,"I'm thinking."How do I get out of this unscathed ? This could go improper in so many ways."

She walks over to me and unhooks her bra, dropping it to the trading floor. Her breasts are pert and firm. Her pap are stiffening, and they look very appealing. I can conceive of sucking on them.

I'm still sat down, facing her in my swivel chair. She reaches for my hands and places them on her breasts. I should resist, but I don't. instead, I massage them gently, feeling her nipple stiffen a little more.

She drops to her knees between my leg, and unfastens my pant. I lift my weight so she can attract down my Jockey shorts. She begins to massage her breasts, tugging on her teat, and watching me.

"Do you like this ? Do you require me ?"Her face and voice are fraught with anxiety. She's taking an enormous risk, but I can't deny how I'm feeling. My rapidly growing erection speaks for itself. She grins and make relaxed a little. I'm expecting her to make out and begin playing with me, but she continues her little display, biting and licking her lower lip, and smiling coyly. She soon gets the desired chemical reaction. I'm ramrod concentrated already. She stands up and turns her back. She bends forward as she slowly removes her denim and pants.

She is fully on display, just inches away, and my electric resistance crumbles. I reach out and stroke her cleft, gently probing until a finger slides between her rapidly moistening back talk, and she coos in pleasure. I lean forward and puzzle out her slowly, from clit to perineum and back again, over and over, Thomas More and more quickly. She gasps and moans. She spreads her legs and shamble back towards me. Reaching between her thighs she takes my hard-on in her mitt, and squats over me.

She gently lowers herself down until she has impaled herself on me. She is tight, and wet, and flavour heavenly, as she begins to labour her hips rhythmically. Sitting with her back to me she is still playing with her knocker and mammilla. I just have got her midget waistline and let her do as she pleases.

"Turn around,"I tell her after a few hour, and she obliges. Facing me now, she lowers herself onto me again, and I enjoy massaging her tit and nipples as she rolls her hips, moaning softly. She leans forward and we kiss, her natural language exploring my mouth. Then she leans back, supporting herself with one hand on my human knee. Arching her back, she begins to ride me more aggressively, masturbating with her destitute hired hand as I squeeze her tit and pinch her mamilla until she cums hard, her breath ragged and panting, but thankfully almost silent.

We kiss again for a couple of moment, and I'm still grueling inside her. I can experience her teasing me with her inner muscles and it feels good. Eventually she slides onto the floor between my knees and with a firm grip she begins to masturbate me vigorously. I soon feel the tell-tale pounding of my own impend orgasm.

Just as she gets me really close to cumming I hear footsteps in the corridor, and someone endeavor to afford my door."Thank fuck she locked it,"I think as I tense up my whole body, trying desperately to stave in off my imminent orgasm until the peril has passed. I grab her hand to discontinue her and she leans forward taking me in her mouth and sucking hard, her head bobbing at a phenomenal speed.

My visitor knocks at the door and calls my name. My unit eubstance is unbending and I hold my breath, praying I can hang on until they've gone. This girl's weirdo ! Is she trying to get us caught ?

Thankfully, I hear the visitant retreating from my room access and I finally unlax, releasing the air from my lungs in a rush. Zuzanna is still sucking on me like her future tense depends on it, and the moment I let go, a huge orgasm rips through me. I grit my dentition to stay calm down as I cum hard in her mouth. It catches her off her guard and she chokes for a moment, then swallows and continues sucking hard.

Several massive jet later, I tell her to barricade. She stands up, wiping her mouth on the back of her paw and grinning down at me.

"You liked that, didn't you ?"she giggles."I could tell."

"Fuck, yes,"is my dyspneic reply.

"Can I have a pass now, please ?"

"well, you still have to do the re-sit, but I'm sure we can make that happen, yes."I realise she has put me in a position where I can't refuse without the risk of exposure of her reporting me.

"Oh, thank you !"she squeals, and sits on me again, with her arms cycle my neck opening. We kiss and cuddle for several proceedings, before we finally come up for air."Let's do this again,"she suggests enthusiastically."A lot ! I like it."

I realise she's being sincere. She really does require to do it again, and not just to pass my course. Once would be enough to ensure that. I want to do it again, too. She's hot, and mad keen, so why wouldn't I ?

I'll be making Sir Thomas More tardy afternoon appointments with this student, I think. No need to fantasy about GA anymore when I've got crazy Zuzanna roll in the hay and sucking my brains out !