Stephanie Gets the Grade


I was having a hard time staying focused. The exams were complete, the term papers graded and the students were gone. A few more forms to complete and the school year was over! In just a few days, I’d be back on the sugar-white sand beach of North Florida, having a drink and enjoying “the sights”

“Mr. Roberts?”

I didn’t even have to look up from my paperwork. I knew that voice all too well. Good thing she couldn’t see my pants.

“Ms. Robinson,” he said in an only-slightly annoyed tone — not even bothering to lift my eyes from my work. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“I came by to check my grade, but they weren’t posted.”

Although I certainly was in no mood for delays, I knew he had to look up. In my office was Stephanie Robinson. In my 17 years of teaching, she was, hands down, the hottest student ever to grace my classroom. an incredible raven-haired beauty with American Indian in her, I wasn’t going to miss the chance to see a flash of cleavage or a bit of thigh. I didn’t make a habit of lusting after my students, but in her case, it was hard not to.

“No, they are not. I am just now finishing up the paperwork to submit them to the front office,” I said as I looked up from my work. “They’ll be posted later this afternoon.”

I couldn’t help but smile when I saw her. Even in her simple white, sleeveless blouse and denim mid-thigh skirt, she was stunning, complete with precious freckles. Her frame was tall and lean and wrapped in flawless darker skin of her native American heritage. The skirt clung neatly to her hips and tightened at the top to accent her narrow waist and flat stomach. I never would call her breasts wine glass in size, but they looked much bigger than I recalled tucked in that white blouse, which was probably a size smaller than it should have been. She had pulled her sexy black hair back, which was OK, because it only served to better feature the emerald-green brilliance of her eyes.

“Is there any way I could find out mine now?” she asked. “We’re driving up to Atlanta tonight for a party.”

The tone was typical for her. She was a nice kid, but she knew her place. She’d been pampered and catered to her whole life by those who just wanted to be around her. Students, male and female, were at her beckoned call. Most of the teachers, especially the men, were the same.

“Atlanta?” I said. “You better be careful around those grad-school guys.”

“My mom said that too. But, I’m 18, I can do what I want.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes slightly as I audibly exhaled.

“OK, Ms. Robinson, let’s see? You made a 91 on the final and your term paper was a ‘C’. So, your final grade is a ‘B’.”

Her jaw dropped as she crossed her arms. “A ‘B’. I can’t make a ‘B’. I won’t be the valedictorian.” She was upset, but she was also pissed off. Who did he think he was, anyway.

“There must be some mistake. I don’t make B’s.”

“There’s no mistake, Stephanie. Your final average was 86 . . . a ‘B.’ If you would have put a little effort into that paper you would have made it. It was not typical of your writing. You clearly either missed (or likely ignored, I thought) the point of the assignment.”

I was finished with my conversation. “Now, if you will excuse me, I have to prepare the rest of these forms.” With that, I lowered my head and returned to my work.

Stephanie wasn’t really sure which card to play. She had tried the pushy bitch tactic with Roberts a few other times with no success. But, she wasn’t walking out of that office without her “A”.

In just a few moments, the silence was broken. “Mr. Roberts?”

The tone of her voice was distinctly different than before. Far softer, almost like a slight whine.

I looked up again to see that her body language had softened as well. As she approached the desk, I noticed that another button at the top of the blouse was undone. It was not before. I never missed such a delightful detail. The tight material of the blouse had opened with the released tension, leaving the cleft of her breasts clearly exposed. Turning, she sat on my desk with just one of her ass cheeks, forcing the skirt well up her thigh. She made no effort to cover it.

“Yes, Ms. Robinson?” I said. She had certainly piqued my interest.

“Mr. Beylikdüzü Escort Roberts, there has to be something I can do to better my grade. I really want to be valedictorian . . . Something?” As she spoke, she reached out and placed her hand on my chest, trailing down to my belt.

I was no fool. Nor, was I a pushover. It was going to take more than a little flirting for me to cave. Plus, I walked the halls. I’d heard plenty about Stephanie Robinson. If she was half the slut the other girls made her out to be, this could be a helluva way to start the summer.

“Stephanie, if I allow you extra credit, it will be unfair to the other students.”

“Something . . .?” she repeated and then slowly moistened her top lip with the tip of her tongue.

I slowly rose from my chair and walked from behind my desk, moving past Stephanie to the open door of my office. Extending my neck through the open doorway, I checked both ways before pulling the door shut and twisting the bolt, glad it was now after hours. I then paused as I considered the consequences of getting caught. It only took a moment to decide. I HAD to find out how far she would go. It wasn’t that I convinced himself that I wouldn’t get caught. It was that I decided that twat was worth the risk.

I flipped the light switch over my name on the outside door to off, then discreetly flipped the small switch I had on a security cam watching my desk. I had installed that after some soccer players had tried to break in and alter some tests in another office. As I turned to Stephanie, I now saw a third distinctive character. Stephanie was nervous. She had dropped both feet back to the floor and was leaning on my desk. Her head slightly bowed and looking at her feet. I smiled like a spider approaching it’s prey, and slowly approached her.

“Ms. Robinson. I have decided that I am going to give you opportunity to improve your grade.” She looked up and smiled, quickly disguising the “it’s about time” smirk on her face.

Stopping only a foot or so from her, my larger frame had her trapped. I reached out and began to unbutton the remaining buttons on her blouse. She stood motionless. Once done, I pulled the tails from the waistband of the skirt, revealing the thin lace of her bra.

“How convenient,” I thought as I eyed the clasp between the cups of garment. The next instant, my first prize of the day was revealed. Once released, her tits really didn’t go anywhere. Despite the generous size, they stood tall. Her areolas were small, and her incredible brown eraser-size nipples began to stiffen.

Stephanie flinched but said nothing when I cupped her boobs in my hand. “How bad could this be?” she thought. “He feels me up a bit, and I am on my way — with my ‘A’.”

She really kinda dug Mr. Roberts, despite his obvious difference in age. In some weird way, she kind of respected that he didn’t bend to her as so many did. He was tall and lean, with a rugged but handsome face. His smile was sweet, and he always smelled really nice. He had a strangely commanding, powerful way about him, & she began to naturally relax in his presence, she knew not why.

Stephanie’s nipples felt very nice in my hands. I thought about nibbling on them, but I wanted something else much more. After all, I had to be dominant over her to steer this where I wanted it to go. “Ms. Robinson, it’s time for your oral presentation.” My hands slid up from her tits to the top of her shoulders. I gently but obviously began pressing down. She submitted naturally. perfect

Stephanie was young, but she had been around the block a time or two. She knew exactly what Mr. Roberts was suggesting. Letting him feel her up was one thing, but sucking the man’s cock was another. What if one of her friends found out she blew some old man for a grade? She felt the pressure, but for some reason, she found herself wanting to simply submit, and she couldn’t help but slowly began to sink to her knees.

My instincts begged me to whip out ‘the pipe’ and shove it down her throat, but I had to break her in proper order for this to work, assuming it did. You just never know, but damn it’s awfully fun to try. It was a test of wills between the two that I was determined to win. “Stephanie? Are you ready Escort Bayan to present?” I asked.

Stephanie could almost feel a deep inner part of her melting. Deciding to give in to it, she took a deep breath as she reached for my fly. Unzipping it, she reached inside and hauled out my cock. Even in its semi-erect state, it was sizable. Women over the years have always told me it was impressive, hence it’s nickname of “the pipe”, given by an ex. Stephanie could taste the pre-cum already as she began to work her magic. My dick began to thicken, and she was actually a bit overwhelmed by the size. She’d messed around with enough football and basketball players to have seen some big ones, but she would never have expected this from Mr. Roberts. He had to be at least eight or nine inches and THICK!

She was oddly confused. She was partly revolted, and at the same tie, incredibly turned on. Why was Mr. Roberts had always had this ‘air’ about him, and this her first time alone with him. What the Hell made her just want submit like this, she did not understand, but she pushed it away as she worked deliberately at her task. Sucking and swirling her tongue around my bulbous cock head as she found a rhythm. His sweet pre-cum continued to ooze into her mouth filling it with the taste of sex. The musk poured into her nostrils as she was forced to breath through nose. She’d sucked a few dicks in her life. What’s one more? It was worth it for her ‘A’, and wow this one was nice.

Watching Stephanie’s mouth stretch widely as she attempted to stuff in as much of my meat as possible, I found himself in a quandary. Sure, I was watching one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen smoke my pole, and the idea of dumping a huge load of cum all over her face and tongue did have a certain “porn-scene made reality” kind of appeal it, thanks mostly to the pinhole camera catching all this.. But, in truth, her cock-sucking skills left much to be desired. Sure, she had the enthusiasm, but she needed some experience. So, she looked up at me in surprise as I gently pushed her head from my dick. She instinctively took my hand as I helped her to her feet.

Stephanie was startled as I pulled her to me. I had a small cloth on the desk, and I wiped her mouth, then kissed her lips, my tongue forcing its way into a dance with her own. I kissed her deeply and passionately, and she responded with a moan, her tongue responding in kind. She hadn’t even noticed that I had pulled her skirt to her waist, but she did know exactly what was happening when my thumbs slid beneath the waistband of her simple (we’ll have to do something about that) cotton panties. They were going down. She was going to get fucked by Mr. Roberts!

I easily lifted her to the desk and moved between her legs. Her pubic hair (may do something about that too) tickled my dick as I rubbed it on her. .She had a wanting look as I rubbed my cock head at the entrance of her slit, discovering she was already very-very wet. I knew I would thoroughly enjoy eating her pussy, but I wasn’t going to submit to her in that way. I’ll use that to tease her another time, I thought. Stephanie Robinson’s pussy was my for my enjoyment today. My thick shaft disappeared as I leaned into her, feeling her insides open to me. My member met no resistance, as she moaned loudly. Thank goodness we were alone. She was tight, but by no means a virgin. For some odd reason, I found comfort in that, and with one hand clamped on her ass at the desk, the other holding her by her hair, I kissed her, then moved to her neck, giving her steady, hard thrusts, listening to her groan in delight. perfect

Stephanie was getting a fuck unlike any fuck she had ever experienced. First of all, it had already lasted more than two minutes, but moreover, there were no signs of it ending soon. As soon as her man let her lean back a bit, , he placed one of her hands on her clit, then other that had held her hair began to tug her nipple. His other hand was holding her at her lower back, and he was pounding into her, and the feeling was ecstatic. She looked at him, and he kept eye contact like he owned her, which in fact he did – she was putty in His hands, getting fucked like she had only wished. her fingers found her clit, and as she rubbed, a istanbul Escort massive orgasmic wave struck her. She wasn’t really sure if it was several consecutive smaller orgasms or just one big one, but it was certainly the most intense of her life. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw Mr. Roberts beaded in sweat and continuing to pound my cock into her. Suddenly, a brief moment of reality struck her.

“Mr. Roberts, don’t cum in me. I’m not on the pill.”

There was no response. I was totally zoned in on the moment. I was going to get this piece of ass like no one had ever done before.

Mr. Roberts! Please! I don’t want to get pregnant!”

Reality found me as well, dammit, and I pulled out of her. But I was by no means done.

I stared at the glorious site. Steph was fully open now, and her juices were running freely. I could have easily fisted her at any point. A huge amount of her cunt lube had ran into the crack of her ass. She was reacting even better than I had hoped, so let’s push this farther, I told myself

As I extended my hand, Stephanie took it, having no idea of my intent. When she stood from the desk, I turned her and bent her over it, her back straight and her breasts pressed into the desktop. With one one hand on her shoulder, the other moving her ass cheek open while leaning into her, I had her completely in my control, although really she was giving that quite naturally, and I was pleased.

At first, Stephanie thought her Man has just missed my target when she felt his cock nudging her anus. But, His target was soon clear when she felt the massive shaft begin steadily pushing into her sphincter. She said “Ooh-AH!” &tried to struggle away, but she was pinned. Stephanie cried out as the thick tool impaled her. Yes, it was certainly painful as she felt herself stretching to accept it, but the strangest feeling was there to…she wanted this. She tried to breathe and blink away the tears as her Man began to fuck his cock in and out of her asshole. Panting, she tried to look back at Him and smile, hoping her willingness to take it would please me (it did!)

All of the wetness made for an easier entrance than I expected. In just a few minutes, every inch of my shaft was sliding in and out of her ass. She quieted to just a whimper each and every time my hips bottomed against her ass cheeks. I kept there on some strokes, grinding, causing her to clench fists, then back to the stroke. I hoped that cheap pinhole camera was getting this, ‘cause my view was simply incredible. My nut was building and building fast. I pumped faster and harder, trying to get in as many strokes as he could before the eruption hit. She knew it as was giving little yelps in response, and began to straighten her back, pushing her breasts out.

It was here. Grasping Stephanie firmly at the hip bones, I buried my piston as deep as I could and pumped shot after shot of thick semen into her bowels. Rope after lovely rope was dumped inside her, I was sure she would walk funny for days from it. My head was spinning. I had lost all sense of where I was and what I was doing, and I had to bite my cheek to prevent roaring like a Lion as I exploded into my greatest conquest.

As my orgasm began to fade, I pulled out and found myself dizzy. I had to sit in the visitor’s chair facing my desk. Stephanie remained right were she was, folded over the desk, panting, giving me a nice view of my jizz leaking out her ass. Neither of us spoke for the next several minutes. Stephanie then got up, re-dressed and tried to make herself look unlike someone who just got fucked. I just sat in the chair — my shrinking cock glistening from the juices and my pants around my ankles.

Finally, he was able to stand. I fastened my pants and walked around to my desk, finding a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass I keep hidden away. Pouring a shot, I looked up at Stephanie, who was putting the finishing touches on her lipstick.

“I think you deserve an ‘A’, Ms. Robinson.”

Stephanie didn’t speak. She just reached out and took the glass, taking a shot of her own before turning to leave. Slapping the glass down, she walked out the door, stopping just before closing it.

“Mr. Roberts, do you still live over off of Baxter?”

“Yes.” I smiled, “But don’t come there unless you can handle what I unleash in you, this is nothing in comparison. House 131, By the way.

Stephanie smiled, gave a knowing wink & mouthed “be ready…” and closed the door behind her.

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