Seduce him as the student
From Create Your Own Story
"Mr. Randell, I dressed this way for you. You are my favorite teacher," you say curling your hair with your finger. "I have the biggest crush on you. You are so handsome. With your glasses, RAWR! You make me go wild. For nights I've stayed up waiting for this moment, to have you in my hands, to be in your arms, to feel your . . . cock."
You keep telling yourself, it is this or social suicide, but really what is the difference if someone sees you. You pull your skirt up a little more and push him onto his chair. It’s clear he’s gotten hard, first from thinking that you were a hooker, and now believing what your say. To your surprise, you also find that your turned on. Your nipples are hard, and pushing through the sheer fabric of the tank top the cheerleaders dresses you in, and your pussy, completely uncovered, is getting wet.
You straddle Mr. Randell and pull out his cock. Its hard, and thick, but not very long, which is fine with you. You’re not certain what your tight pussy can handle just yet.
"In it goes,” you laugh, and then moan as his cock slides up inside you.
Mr. Randell is in complete shock. He always had a hard-on for you, and that is how you were acing his class. You lean forward, pushing his cock deeper into your twat and start to hump him, slipping up and down along his hard shaft, as his hands come up to play with your small tits. You place your hands over his, squeezing them hard on your chest.
“Oh yes, Mr. Randell,” you moan with your eyes half closed as you bounce up and down on his dick. “Harder, make me feel it!”
“Fucking . . . slut,” he says breathlessly, and his body jerks inside yours.
“Yes, Mr. Randell,” you reply, moaning louder and louder. “Cum for me. Cum in me. Make me cum for you like the slut I am!”
Amazingly, you both cum at the same time, and you feel Mr. Randell’s jizz filling your small cunt. Just then, the bell rings. You jump off Mr. Randell’s cock, glistening with the mix of your juices.
It’s then that you feel his cum slipping out of your twat. It lands with a splat on the test.
You hope the cheerleader will accept this. Do you:
Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
