My Guidance Counselor is a Slut Part 2 - Sex Stories

My Guidance Counselor is a Slut Part 2

... later and pulled me up to her face and kissed me deeply. Breaking the kiss she said, “Fuck me”. That was everything I needed to hear and quickly pulled my cock out and was about to slide into her when I heard a gasp from someone. I turned to Ms. Catron and the look on her face said that she wasn’t the culprit. I looked at the door and saw the girl from science class peering through the glass pane. She realized she had been discovered too late as I got off Ms. Catron and charged the door. She turned to run just as I grabbed her ponytail and yanked her into the office before she could even scream. I dropped her onto the ground and straddled her pinning her arms to the floor. “Who are you and what do you think you’re doing, missy?” I asked as I looked down at the cleavage that was showing through the tiny crop top she was wearing. I could see tears running down her cheeks as she whimpered, “My name is Desiree. I wanted to know why you came down to the guidance office so much so I followed you down and found out…” she said as her voice trailed off. I looked up at Ms. Catron and cocked my head at her. She smiled back and said, “Well, Desiree, you’ve already seen what Marco and I do for pleasure so you have to choices, forget what you just saw and move on with your life or you can join us.” Desiree was dumbstruck she just looked at Ms. Catron and then she glanced at my chest and the big cock and set of balls resting on her exposed stomach. She gulped as she looked at me and ...

... whispered, “I want to get you off”. I grinned and let her arms go and stood up. “Well, I am not a man to turn down a sexy, beautiful young lady” She blushed and got up onto her knees in front of me. She looked up at me as asking permission with a set of green, piercing, beautiful eyes that I had not previously noticed. I smiled warmly, “You’re first time?” her face turned and even darker shade of red as she nodded yes. “Well, first you’re going to want to take that cute little crop top off.” She gasped and whispered, “But…I’m not wearing a bra”. I chuckled. “Yea, I know”. Her quizzical look made me laugh again. “You were bent over on the desk in front of me and I was admiring the view.” By the expression and shade of her face she apparently understood what I meant. She removed her crop top and I saw a pair of perfectly round C cup maybe even D cup breasts that were tipped with eraser tip nipples and areolas the size of half-dollars. “Wow, why aren’t you on the cheer squad or something.” I said dumbstruck. She giggled. “I’m too smart for those whores.” She replied with a bright smile. I saw the irony immediately and just chuckled. She blushed as she realized it, too. She looked down again and I realized how that must feel. “Hey” I said squatting and lift her chin level to mine, “don’t sweat it. Besides, I kinda dig you and I don’t dig whores.” She smiled at me and with determined look on her face she grabbed my cock and began to stroke it lightly. Her cool hands were working wonders ...