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Mr. Smith was my tenth grade teacher. He was a lacrosse enthusiast, and had the body to prove it. I was sixteen, and had a bad case of teenage lust. He had dark hair, hazel eyes, and a voice that made me hot just thinking about it. He was over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and big arms. He always wore tight, white button down shirts with a tie. His black pants hugged his ass and made him look even that much hotter. He always had a little scruff on his chin, and he wore reading glasses with thick frames. His teeth shone when he smiled, and gave him deep dimples in his cheeks. He was just under thirty. I would lay in my bed in my parents home at night, having orgasm after orgasm just thinking about him naked.* Even at my age, still being inexperienced, I was very in tune with my sexuality. I had never had sex, but I craved Mr. Smith's cock. I wanted him to fuck me on his desk. I knew that Mr. Smith favored me out of my class. He was our English teacher, and I was a very gifted writer. I knew that I was one of his favorites, and I adored that fact. Even then, I had unnaturally large breasts, and now they were even bigger. I had just graduated college, and am on my way to the city where I have just rented my first apartment. I am five-foot, seven, with long wavy brown hair, big brown eyes, a heart shaped ass, and large 36 DD breasts. I hadn't seen Mr. Smith since I left high school, but we exchanged e-mails over the years. almanbahis I made a plan to visit him before I left town, and he offered to meet up in his classroom before the students got out for the summer. I would come after the kids left for the day and we would see what would happen from there. I knew what was going to happen. I had a good feeling about it. So, the night before, I soaked in the tub to shave my legs and pussy. I have big lips and a nice tight, pink cunt. I sat in the tub, thinking of Mr. Smith's cock as I rubbed my clit. I thought about his broad chest and taut stomach as I slid two fingers into my vagina. I finger fucked myself hard, moaning his name the whole time until I came. When I wake up, I spend extra time on my hair and makeup, making sure*I look hot. I wear a matching black G-string and push-up bra with tight black pants, black pumps, and a white blouse. I make sure*I unbutton two extra buttons, exposing the lace around the bra and a whole lot of cleavage. When*I arrive at my old high school, I park right near Mr. Smith's wing of the building. Instead of signing in through the secretary at the front desk, Mr. Smith leaves a side door open for me to slip in through. I straighten my hair before knocking twice on the door and then letting my self in. He had grown older, his hair a little grayer, sporting a full beard now. *quot;Look at you, Gianna! What a beautiful young lady you've become!*quot; almanbahis yeni giriş Mr. Smith rounds his desk, coming over to give me a hug. I make sure to press my self extra hard against his body. *quot;Oh, Mr. Smith, I'm no young lady anymore.*quot;*I pull away, but let my hand linger at his side. *quot;I'm twenty-two now, more of an adult than ever.*quot; He keeps his hands resting on my shoulders as he looks me over. *quot;Well,*quot; he says, biting his lip. *quot;I guess you're right.*quot; We both laugh, returning to his desk, where I sit on the ledge while he sits in his chair. We talk about college and reminisce about when I was in his class. *quot;You always were one of my favorites, Gianna.*quot; He sits relaxed in his chair, and I notice a bulge growing in his pants as*I lean over to fix the leg of my pant, exposing my whole chest. *quot;Well, Mr. Smith,*quot; I say, leaning back up slowly. *quot;You will always be my favorite teacher.*quot; I lean my head a little towards his as I say this, talking quietly. He inclines his head a little towards mine. *quot;Oh, is that so?*quot; He speaks quieter as well, his voice husky. I inch my head closer. We are now about three inches apart. I run my tongue over my bottom lip. *quot;You just...taught me so much.*quot; I bite my lip, lifting my gaze to meet his. My pussy is throbbing, soaking my little black panties. Before he can respond, I reach towards his lap, rubbing his dick through his pants. *quot;Gianna...*quot; His voice sounds pained. *quot;You almanbahis giriş know I have a wife.*quot; But even as he says this, he puts his hand over mine, adding more pressure to his cock. He shuts his eyes, lifting his hips against my hand as he lets out a tiny moan.* One night when I had a sleepover with my girlfriends, my one friends older sister was telling us that she took a stripping class for one of her friends bachelorette parties. She had taught us all some tricks, including a lap dance. Remembering this, I sit right down on Mr. Smith's cock, grinding my*ass into his lap. *quot;Mr. Smith,*quot; I say. *quot;I don't think we're doing anything wrong here.*quot; I flip around, straddling his lap as I grind my pussy onto his dick. I moan, his stiff cock rubbing my cunt in all the right places. I increase my speed, riding his dick over our clothes. My arms wrap around his neck, my hot breath hitting him right below his ear. I moan again, louder. *quot;Oh, Mr. Smith.*quot; With that, he rips my shirt open down the middle, clearing his throat when he sees my lush breasts. He licks up my throat while massaging my boobs, rubbing the nipples over my bra. He throws my shirt across the room. His lips travel up my jaw, pulling away before he meets my mouth. *quot;I'm gonna cum all over those titties.*quot; He whispers in my ear before slamming his mouth against mine. His beard is rough against my soft skin, but it makes my pussy drip. His tongue tickles my bottom lip as*I grab onto his tie, rocking harder and faster against his groin. I bite down on his bottom lip, and he growls against my mouth.* *quot;You're a nighty little thing, aren't you?*quot; He grabs onto my hips, bucking his dick up against my clit.