Classroom Copulation

“Choi Yewon, please stay after class.”

One by one, students grabbed their belongings and cleared out. With bowed heads, they gave farewells as they exited the room until only one student was left. Once a straight A student at the top of the class, Arin’s grades plummeted faster than an ice cream cone in summer for no discernible reason.

When she leisurely approached your desk, you could tell Arin was unlike the rest of the students in her class, especially with how she dressed. One look at her and you could see about a dozen broken dress codes—her standard-issued uniform top had its lower-half missing, exposing her bare midriff, while the gray pleated skirt seated on her hips was considerably shorter, several inches above the knee.

“Miss Choi.”

“Professor.”

Arin took each step as if she had all the time in the world and moved like molasses. “It’s so good to see you. Am I in trouble?”

With folded hands, you looked up at her with hesitation, but the wide smile and cuteness on her face didn’t help ease your concerns.

“Well…that all depends on you.”

An innocent, doe-eyed look stayed etched on a pretty face while she leaned over your desk enough for you to catch a glimpse of her poorly covered body. You had no qualms about staring.

“You’re not in trouble, Yewon. But I’d like to have a chat about your grades.”

“My grades?” Arin asked, with a tilt of her head to the right. “Didn’t I pass last week’s exam?”

“You did, but just barely. One more question wrong and you would have failed, which would put a burden on your already struggling grades.”

“Well, passing is passing, isn’t it?” Arin nonchalantly asked.

“Miss Choi, you were once my star student, top of the class, and now your grades have slipped every single week. Aren’t you disappointed?”

Her eyes looked in the distance, with a blank stare on her features. “Not really. What can I say, professor? Things change. People change.”

You rubbed your temple, blinking several times before speaking up. “Are you saying my class isn’t a priority? I expected more from you.”

“And what do you expect out of me, professor?” Arin asked.

“For starters, your panties on my desk.”

“Of course, professor,” she responded, with a shy smile. She reached under her skirt and tugged down a pair of pink panties that she tossed on your desk.

“All yours.”

The set of lacy panties looked familiar, a skimpy thong that you had taken off her before, with a noticeable damp spot in the center.

“Anything else you expect, professor?”

The expectations that you held were a mile high, but only one thing in particular was your focus. “I expect you to be on your knees for me, Yewon.”

“It would be my pleasure,” Arin said, while she scurried over to the side of your desk and promptly dropped to her knees. With rich anticipation in her eyes, she fondled your crotch before you could even finish getting out of your chair.

“Give me that cock, professor,” Arin pleaded, as she unwrapped you like a present, zipper undone before your next breath, with your pants and boxers piled down to your ankles soon after. Her eyes widened at the reveal of your member that sprung out, like it was the first time getting to undress you, but the same movements all became muscle memory by this point. Kissing up your bare thighs, Arin wrapped fingers around your stiff cock, and stroked with a firm grip, each pump sending little spikes of pleasure up your spine.

“Hold on, I need to lock the door, Yewon.”

“No, you need to stay here while I suck your fucking cock.”

“Someone could walk in at any moment.”

“Am I supposed to care?” Arin asked, while she planted a deep, wet kiss on the very tip of your swollen cockhead. She stared up at you with those gorgeous eyes, filled with equal parts lust, greed, and an eager need to pleasure you while she stroked your cock, almost waiting for permission. Like always, Arin never waited, wrapped her soft lips around your throbbing shaft, and took your length down her warm throat. In just a handful of strokes, she swallowed up your entire cock, releasing hungry slurps like there was no tomorrow.

You nearly collapsed from pleasure and put a hand on the back of Arin’s pretty head while she worked her magic. Frantic bobbing started things off, and while her silky lips swallowed your length whole, her wet, talented tongue moved in tandem to create a perfect pair of pleasure.

Much better than grading papers after school, you took a mental picture of the sight of Arin on her knees, with her erotic gaze held while she sucked you off in your unlocked classroom.

You almost wished one of your students, or even a faculty member, would barge in to see her sloppy warm mouth doing what it did best. After all, that pretty mouth slobbering on your cock became one of Arin’s signature traits, and mere seconds after her lips sealed around your shaft, the corners of her greedy mouth filled with spit that stained the top of her uniform. Not that she gave a damn what a mess she made. It wouldn’t be unusual for her to leave your classroom or office without having her makeup ruined, her skirt torn, or her panties ripped.

Maybe it was worth Arin throwing her grades away if this was what you got in return. Every time you met, she made every private oral session feel familiar, yet always mixed it up a bit, trying a new technique, an experiment to find the best way possible to pleasure you.

Today, it was a little more tongue, just enough to add that little dash of stimulation, and it worked flawlessly. Even as you were hypnotized by the rhythmic nature of her head bobs, Arin never stopped the soft licks against the underside of your cock, and used the same teasing patterns on your sensitive balls. She never left them out and sucked each with equal attention. In fact, Arin gave more attention to your tender sack than spent on studies, but much preferred to swallow your length and massage your balls, than open a dusty old book.

Perhaps you’d alter your curriculum just for her. There was no need for tests when she gave head this good, because a weekly oral exam would fit Arin’s skill set much better, and she’d pass with flying colors.

“Goddamn, Yewon. You give the best head. You really do. Such a good girl.”

Stopping like a record scratch, Arin looked up without even wiping the drool from her chin. “No, professor. I’m not.”

She wasn’t offended, but the mere idea of her being good was laughable. Being on her knees sucking you off before the school day was even over was a prime example of why Arin wasn’t a prime student. Your dick became an addiction to her, one that you enabled on the regular as she kept it down her throat, her hand playing with your balls. Any respite she gave was just to kiss your shaft, lick your length, or compliment how much she loved sucking it.

For all intents and purposes, you’d consider this an extracurricular activity, and would make sure Arin stayed after hours every day. If anything, you’d end class early just to get extra time with that warm fucking mouth drooling on your shaft.

But the way she looked at you with a mouth full of cock, those gorgeous eyes that stared in adoration, there was a temptation to grab her head and fuck her face until her makeup was a mess. That temptation clashed with a similar one to tear clothes off from her tight fucking body, one you planned to absolutely feast on.

So, against your better judgment, you pulled her up to her feet, then lifted her petite body onto your desk, tossing whatever useless paperwork aside so you could place her flat on her back.

“Yewon, I need to fucking devour you,” you said, and Arin giggled in response as you took a seat back in your office chair. With her body ripe for the taking, you lowered your head and kissed her sexy midriff right above her belly button, then licked every inch of pristine skin you could find. Her belly made such a perfect target for your lips, so you marked it with an assortment of kisses and long playful licks that drew a gasp from her lips.

That would do for now. There would be a time and place to lick her from head to toe. Craving Arin like an expensive cut of meat, you flipped up her short little skirt, then parted her legs like you had dozens of times before, granting access to one of your favorite parts of her body—her luscious, creamy thick thighs.

You didn’t go into full teasing mode here; a few licks on each of her inner thighs here, a few bites there, because you wanted to get straight down to business, and pulled her a few inches closer, while you licked your lips at what was yours to claim—Arin’s delicious, sweet dripping pussy.

“You know this outfit isn’t school regulation, Yewon.”

“Oh? You mean I’m not allowed to dress like a slut for you, professor?” she asked, with a playful smile. After a few teasing licks against Arin’s wet slit, you slid your tongue inside her folds, exploring her like a roadmap.

“I didn’t say that, but it’s getting harder for me to make excuses to satisfy the other faculty members.”

“Ah fuck! Maybe I should dress skimpier then. Or maybe I should stop wearing panties, and wear even shorter skirts.”

You wouldn’t give a damn if Arin showed up to your classes fully naked, but sadly, the other students and staff members might have an issue with that.

Even with your tongue now inside her, Arin couldn’t help but taunt you, but you already held the advantage, and pressed it while teasing her swollen little clit with soft licks. She couldn’t help but squirm at your touch, escalating her moans while your tongue traced her pink folds.