Daren tried to look encouraging, although at this point he wasn't sure if this was something that he wanted to hear, but he couldn't stop... not now...
"You see, I've always wanted to sleep with a person of authority in my life." Karla reached one pale white hand up to brush back one long ponytail over her shoulder, then began unbuttoning her blouse, before she continued. "And lately, I've mostly been thinking about sleeping with a teacher... and I just can't get it off my mind." Her blouse was unbuttoned and she began toying with her pink nipple, smiling seductively. "So I'm wondering... what your fetish might be...."
"Bend over the desk." His voice was so hoarse, he barely recognized it.
Arching one eyebrow, the beautiful redhead bent over the desk, resting her weight on her forearms. With her breasts hanging out from her shirt and the skirt hiked halfway up her ass, she formed a lovely picture. At this point, he didn't even care if anyone walked in and found them, he needed to spank this tease and fuck her and then he could be fired for all he cared. At least, he'd finally have his fantasy realized, and this girl was the best possible person he could think of to fulfill that need. Abruptly, he stood and came around behind her, slowly lifting the hem of her skirt up over her waist.
Her bottom was heart-shaped, voluptuous, and pale.
Smack!A bright-red handprint appeared on her ass as she jumped. For a moment he thought she would leave, but apparently she really wanted to have sex with a teacher... because she just got back into position and waited for the next hit.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Daren was in heaven. This gorgeous redhead in a schoolgirl outfit was leaning over his desk, accepting a spanking from him, as was her due. His dick was straining to get out of his pants, but he wasn't going to end this until he had to.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Steadily he turned that lily-white ass a bright pink. After only a few minutes, she was whimpering every time he spanked and her demeanor wasn't nearly as confident or self-assured. It seemed as though she was barely holding herself up. Still, she didn't leave.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Harder and harder he spanked, until her ass was a burning bright red and she was sobbing onto his desk. Only then did he stop, running his hand over the hot flesh, the heated globes of her ass. He nearly came in his pants.
"Please..." Finally, she uttered the first words she’d spoken since before he started spanking her. "Please... please fuck me..."
To his amazement, he realized that she was dripping wet, that the brutal spanking had turned her on as much as it had him. Her juices were flowing freely down her thighs. With a groan of desire he released his aching dick from its confines and pushed it into her tight, sweet cunt with one thrust.
Moving quickly in and out of her, his body smacked against her reddened ass, and she jumped and wiggled against him, moaning her own passion as his dick pistoled in and out of her, despite any discomfort she might be feeling.
His moans became louder as he approached climax.
"Wait... professor, please, come in my ass, not my pussy. I'm not on birth control."
He almost came as soon as she suggested that he spend himself in her ass. Instead, he quickly pulled himself out of her pussy, and with one brutal thrust, shoved himself into her tenderized ass. Gripping her pigtails for leverage, he roughlythrust several times into her ass, and she came, moaning and pinching her own nipples. Her bottom hole clenched around him as she orgasmed, gripping him in the tightest vise possible, and he started coming in her ass as it pulsed around his cock.
Finally, he pulled out of her with a pop, totally spent, as she collapsed onto his desk. The view of her ass, red and tender, with white cum starting to drip from its hole, was beautiful.
Karla, Professor Daren's trouble student, was asking for another spanking. He didn't want to give it to her this time.
He'd spent hours wracked with guilt and worry after they'd had sex the last time. Plenty of his dreams were filled with her wrapped in nothing but her luxurious straight red hair, pretty pink pussy leaking white cum with her big white asscheeks turning bright red under his brutal hand. The thirty-five-year-old professor worried anxiously that she would tell someone, or that he'd hear gossip around campus about a professor having sex with a student. For the rest of that week, even her girlishly slutty outfits couldn't really tempt him. He avoided her completely by rushing out of the classroom as soon as the lesson was finished.
After the first week he relaxed a little when no angry parents or department head came barging into his office demanding answers. Apparently she’d meant it when she said she wanted to have sex with someone in authority, and now maybe she'd leave him alone, other than teasing for the rest of the semester.
Not that she stopped teasing him in class. She always sat in the back of the classroom now, and never wore underwear under her ridiculously short skirts. Constantly his eyes were drawn to her spread legs where her pink pussy was peeking out at him during lessons. It always paid to watch her walk up the stairs to her seat, because she always found some reason to bend over, giving him a tantalizing view of the curving underside of her pale white ass.
He'd started having constant erotic dreams about her, where she was dressed as a Catholic schoolgirl and he paddled her ass for one transgression or another. It always culminated with her apologizing for being bad, and sucking his cock in her mouth, riding him with her pussy, and occasionally, and most excitingly, taking a pounding in her ass again. Still, he mostly tried to ignore her in class.
One day in particular was very hard on him when she came in with a lollipop in her mouth. All throughout the class she sucked on the lollipop, licking it with her tongue and popping it in and out of her pert pink mouth. His voice was on complete autopilot when she lowered the sticky pop to her juicy pink slit and rubbed it up and down in her pussy, going so far as to push it into her hole and pull it out again. Pushing the coated lolly back into her mouth, she grinned wickedly at him as his face grew flushed, while he continued droning on about schizophrenics. He wondered vaguely what her pussy would taste like with the sticky lolly's flavoring mixed with the musky juices.
Karla was driving him mad.
A few days later, he was in his office grading papers when the door opened.
He looked up and froze as Karla stood there posing in the doorway. It was a Wednesday, so she hadn’t had class, and he hadn't seen her all day. She was wearing a button-down shirt which she had rolled up and tied under her perky, milky-white breasts. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra as he could see the light pink of her nipples poking through the thin material of the shirt. The pale skin of her midriff pulled his eyes down to the red plaid skirt, pleated and incredibly short. Just under the hemline were the tops of her thigh-high white lacy stockings, held up by a white garter belt. Those long white stockings led down to black mary janes. Her young face was framed by her beautiful red hair, flowing from pigtails again.
Under his desk, his dick was standing at fervent attention. She was the very image of a schoolgirl, young and innocent-faced with the heart and body of a whore.
She shut the door behind her as she strutted forward, the pleated skirt fluttering around the tops of her stockings, "Hi Professor... I've been trying to talk to you after class, but you kept running off, so I figured I'd come in to office hours to get my extra help."
