Candy struggled to control her hyperventilating. Her heart pounded so fast it felt like a heavy metal rock drummer had invaded her body. An expression of sheer panic scrunched up her pretty face. “Fuck! This is crazy!” she whispered to herself.

It was rumored her math teacher would “help out” a female student with failing grades. Candy hoped the rumors were true. She nervously waited for Mr. Barclay to come out of his classroom. She intended to blackmail Mr. B. Not for herself. To help her boyfriend get a passing grade and graduate.

The possible outcomes of RJ’s plan worried her. What if Mr. B. didn’t take the carrot? What if he called the principal? The hallway walls felt like they were closing in. The buzzing fluorescent lights above amplified her anxiety. She tugged at the hem of her short cheerleading skirt for the hundredth time. If the rumors were true, she was willing to play her part to the fullest extent. Even letting Mr. B. have sex with her if she had to. All for the sake of love.

The empty hallway starkly contrasted the usual chaos. Everyone had gone home. Candy’s insides coiled up ready to snap. The light white fabric of her cheerleading skirt brushed against her skin. Looking down she was horrified to see that her nipples had hardened. “Damn! Not again!” She adjusted the top but there was no way to hide her pointy nubs. The thought of Mr. B. seeing her naked body made her knees wobble. But RJ had to graduate. This was for him.

Time to check in. Her hand shook as she pulled her phone from the elastic waistband of her tiny skirt. She needed to send a quick text to RJ. “In position. Waiting. Is camera set up?” she typed. The text sounded more confident than she felt. Her thumb hovered over the “send” button before pressing it. Her phone vibrated almost immediately with his response. “you’re the best girlfriend ever!. all set. this will be easy-peasy” She shook her head to clear the doubt that had settled in.

RJ’s plan was simple. At least for him. All he had to do was plant a recording device. She would have lure Mr. Barclay to the gym storage room. Then do whatever it took to get him on record saying he wanted to have sex with her. Worst case scenario, she would let him fuck her. The tape would be used to blackmail Mr. B. The thought of being fucked by her teacher made her pussy twitch. Once more she cursed herself for allowing RJ to talk her into his stupid scheme.

To make Candy more appealing to Mr. Barclay, RJ decided that she should wear her cheerleading uniform. Without underwear. Her youthful breasts were visible under the light material. Her nipples hard and poking out like Jennifer Aniston’s. The short flared mini-skirt barely covered her bare ass and freshly shaved pussy.

Fidgeting, Candy tried to settle her nerves. Her tongue danced nervously along her bottom lip, side to side. Being exposed and vulnerable like this excited her in a strange way. She never imagined being an exhibitionist would turn her on. A quick check with her finger confirmed it. She was soaked. Candy’s head snapped to the sound of the classroom door opening.

Bart. Barclay stepped out and stopped. His eyes widened at the lovely sight before him. Candy Nash was leaning against the wall. Her white cheerleading outfit contrasted nicely with her tanned skin. He scanned the hallway in both directions. Checking for prying eyes. Seeing none, he took a step towards her. A wide grin building on his handsome face.

Candy’s heart stopped. This was it. The moment to play the seductress or bolt like a scared rabbit. A forced smile greeted her teacher. Her perfect white teeth clenching together. A hot flush of embarrassment crept up her neck. At least Mr. B. wasn’t bald, fat, and ugly she thought.

“Hi, Mr. Barclay. I’ve been waiting for you,” she said sweetly in a breathy voice. “Got a sec?” She gave him her best sexy smile showcasing two deep dimples in her flushed cheeks.

Bart didn’t know what this was about. Seeing her waiting for him in her cheerleading uniform was unexpected. His eyes lingered on the outline of her breasts. His pupils dilated when he saw she didn’t have a bra on. Candy’s nipples poked out like twin bullets. His mind raced with dirty thoughts.

Unable to stop himself, he stared at her like a predatory animal. “Candy, what brings you here looking so ... perky?” His voice dripped with insinuation. With no one witnessing his perverted actions, he blatantly eyed her chest. “I always have time for eager students!” He gestured to her hardened peaks. “And you look very eager!” he laughed.

The school’s logo was emblazoned across the front of thin tight fabric. She knew her well-formed tempting tits looked naked and exposed beneath the semi-transparent athletic top. Especially her pink rings and protruding nipples. The cool air in the hallway made her shiver. Goosebumps formed across her body.

Candy struggled to stand still under the lecherous gaze of her handsome teacher. He was eating her up with his eyes. “Mr. Barclay, I have a favor to ask. I need a man’s opinion.” Her words made him puff up. “Will you watch me while I do my cheer routine. It will only take a few minutes. I would be forever grateful to you!”

She gave him a hopeful look keeping her eyes wide and innocent. Her eyelashes fluttered at him. “I know a way to thank you for your time.” The seductive offer made him smile.

Bart checked his phone. His wife would be arriving at the restaurant in half an hour. Today was their first wedding anniversary. The thought of making his frigid wife wait was appealing. After getting married, she only allowed him to have sex with her once a month. The key word being allowed. The bitch wouldn’t even suck his cock anymore. He never should have married her without a prenup. Turns out she was after his money. His lawyer was helping him hide major assets from her until the time was right to divorce her.

“Well, I suppose I could spare a few minutes. Especially seeing how excited you are.” He didn’t try to hide his thoughts. “Let’s go in my classroom. For privacy.”

In a split second, Candy’s composure disintegrated. The plan was to get Mr. Barclay into the gym storage room. RJ had the spy camera planted there. “NO!” Her voice took on a squeaky desperation. “I mean, I need more room. Can we go to the gym instead? It’s empty.”

Bart’s spider senses went off. “The gym?” Her soft blue eyes couldn’t hold his. She blushed and looked away. Something was up. He had “assisted” several female students over his twenty years of teaching. They all wanted or needed a better grade. And they gave him what he wanted in return. It was a classic “win/win” story.

Candy didn’t need his hep. She had passed with honors. Then it dawned on him. He knew exactly what Candy was up to. She was trying to help out her boyfriend; RJ. He prayed this blonde cheerleader with a killer body was desperate enough to be another notch on his belt.

Bart never understood how FJ got Candy to be his girlfriend. He was a pot-head with no brains and little future. The kid had flunked math and missed his chance to graduate. Now it looked like RJ had talked her into some kind of scheme. Bart decided to play along. To see how this ended.

“I don’t know, Candy,” he said raising a hand to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her body gave a little shiver. When she didn’t try to move away he knew he had guessed right. His hand caressed her face, shoulder and bare arm. “Do you promise to make it worth my while?” Her skin was soft and warm under his finger tips.

Candy bit her lip. She needed to keep up the facade. “I ... I promise, Mr. Barclay,” she stuttered. Trying to keep her voice sweet despite the anxiety eating at her tummy.

Bart leaned in smelling her hair. “If you don’t keep your promise I may have to spank you.” He whispered into her ear. His dark eyes found her shocked soft blue ones. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Trapped against the wall, she struggled to stay calm. He was giving her a chance to runaway. To change her mind. But she had to stay strong. Mr. B.’s eyes glinted, waiting for her answer. “Yes. I’m sure,” she replied, unable to stop her voice from breaking.

Bart’s eyes narrowed slightly. He was 100% right. RJ put her up to this. The thought of fucking her made his fat cock jump. He had been waiting for a chance to get his hands on Candy. Ever since the first day she floated into his school. She had always been cold towards him. Now she was throwing herself at him like a rock band groupie. It was too good to pass up. He ran a finger over her red lips. She squirmed but didn’t object. “Okay, the gym it is. I can’t wait to see you in action,” he drawled. “I bet I will be impressed with your form.”

The touch was gentle but firm. She fought the urge to suck his finger. “Thanks, Mr. B. I’ll do my best to not disappoint you.” She offered him a shaky smile. He moved his hand down. Coming dangerously close to her breasts. But his hand didn’t stop. Instead, it slid over to her shoulder and down her arm. He squeezed a bit. Not hard enough to cause pain. “Should we go now?” she asked.

“I want you to lead the way,” he said with a knowing smirk. “But not too fast. I want to enjoy the view.” He allowed his eyes to wander over her body one more time. “Don’t forget to wiggle your butt. That’s what cheerleaders do, right?”

Candy nodded in agreement. “The coach said it helps us look sexy,” she replied. Forcing herself to give him a little giggle. To sound as cheerful as possible.

“Well, I always thought you were sexy, Candy. But today, the way you’re dressed, I think you’re the sexiest girl in school!”

The compliment went straight to her head. His handsome face and words made her blush. “Thanks.” His fingers slid off her bare elbow and it surprised her that she missed his touch. Her thoughts were spinning out of control. Turning she adjusted her tiny skirt and started walking down the hallway. Slowly. Her jelly legs barely keeping her upright.

Looking back to make sure he was following. She purposely exaggerated the sway of her hips. But not enough to reveal she didn’t have any panties on. She would save that surprise for later. It would be her ace in the hole. Her honey hole would be the lure to catch him by the balls.

Bart’s eyes were glued to her tight round ass. Each time her skirt flipped up she flashed her bare ass cheeks. “Fuck! Candy doesn’t have any panties on!” He adjusted his eager cock. “this is ten times better than an anniversary dinner with my cold wife. I’ve got a sexy little cheerleader willing to spread her legs to get a good grade for her boyfriend” “Looking good, Candy,” he laughed. “Nice and cheeky!”

Mr. B.’s comment made her heart race. His hungry eyes mut have caught a glimpse of her bare butt. The thought made her wetter. Each step Candy took brought her closer to the fateful moment. She was about to trade her dignity for RJ’s future.

They arrived at the gym doors. The familiar vast empty space didn’t look inviting. The bleachers looked eerie in the low light. Mr. Barclay put a hand on her shoulder and she jumped letting out a low squeak. “You scared me,” she chirped in obvious fright. “I guess I’m a little nervous.”

Bart’s hand moved to her back and he rubbed in circles. Her body tensed up under his fingers. He almost ran his hand down to her bare ass but stopped himself. “Ready to show me everything you’ve got, sweetheart? I expect a performance that blows my mind,” he drawled. “Do you promise to blow me? Away.” He asked with the emphasis on “blow.”

The thought of blowing him made her tummy squirm. She had to stick to the plan. “S-Sure, Mr. Barclay,” she managed to say with a forced smile. “I promise to ... blow you away. But I’m going to need a mat from the storage room. Can you help me grab one?” she asked.

Bart’s smile grew wider. With a knowing wink, he agreed. “Okay,” he said. His hand trailed down her back. He smacked her ass before she could move away. “But are you sure you want to be alone with me in a small dark room?” he teased. “Especially since you aren’t wearing any panties. You must love RJ a lot to be doing this for him,” he declared. “What will your mom say when she gets fired from the school board because of you?”

The smack did more than make her ass burn. It jolted her sanity. Mr. B. had figured out RJ’s blackmail plan. She caved in like a sandcastle at the beach hit by a wave.

“I’m sorry! Please don’t blame me. This was RJ’s idea. I was supposed to get you in the storage room. He has a hidden camera in there. I was going to...” She didn’t want to finish the sentence. “RJ was going to use the video to blackmail you.”

Bart held his phone up in front of her face. “I know, sweetie. I recorded your extortion attempt. If I take this to the principal neither of you will graduate.

Candy felt the blood drain from her face. Mr. B. reversed the blackmail trap on her. The room spun around her. She went numb. Her world collapsed. “EXPELLED?” Shock reverberated through her body. “No! Please! RJ made me. Don’t punish me!” she pleaded. “Maybe I can let you ... you know ... do it to me.”

“Do what?” Bart sneered. His eyes gleamed with malicious excitement. “You threatened my job, my livelihood.” He reached under her short skirt. Candy whimpered but didn’t pull away when his large hand touched her bare pussy. “Here you are flaunting yourself like a dirty street whore! Are you willing to be my whore? Or do you want to get expelled?” His fat finger slipped between her wet folds. “Your wet and hot pussy says yes,” he laughed.

“OH GOD!” There was no mercy in his eyes. She had lost control. Not sure if she ever had it. How could she have been so stupid to think this would work. His finger slid deeper. The discomfort turned to something else. The thought of “doing it” with Mr. Barclay wasn’t the worst thing she had ever done. “Okay. I will do whatever you say,” Her mind and body surrendered to his dominance.

A triumphant look spread across Bart’s face. “I knew you were a smart girl. Too smart for RJ.” He rubbed her clit with his thumb while his finger remained buried in her.

She stopped trying to reject his finger. His touch stirred up deep feelings. She squatted down on his hand. “If I do what you want, do you promise not to get me expelled? My mom will never find out?.” Her begging eyes searched his for confirmation.

“You have my word!” He pulled his finger out of her pussy and smelled it. “Suck it clean,” he demanded.

Candy didn’t hesitate. This was for her future. For her mother’s legacy. She took his thick finger in her mouth. She sucked it clean as his brown eyes watched her every move.

“Tell me what’s in the storage room?”

“RJ bought a camera. It looks like a smoke detector. He set it up to record you saying something incriminating,” she confessed. “Or to record you fucking me. I didn’t want to do this Mr. B. You have to believe me! RJ forced me.”

Bart smirked. “Nice try, Candy. But I know you planned this together. You’re as guilty as RJ. We’re still going to go in the storage room, but now it’s going to be for a different reason. You’re going to do everything I say to save yourself.” He took her small hand in his large one to lead her to storage room door. “And you better make sure I’m completely satisfied,” he said with authority.

Submissively, Candy walked beside him. She knew what was going to happen. He was going to make do things. Sex things. And she couldn’t believe she found herself looking forward to that.

He stopped them outside the closed door. “I want you to go in by yourself. Find the camera, smash it, then bring it to me. Don’t let me down.”

“I won’t.”

The door squeaked. Darkness enveloped her. The dim light from the gym barely penetrated the room. Dust assaulted her nose and she tripped on some equipment. She blinked rapidly to adjust her eyes. The small room smelled of old sweat. A stark contrast to Mr. Barclay’s masculine cologne. Off in the corner a red light was flashing. She made her way to it. The fake smoke detector was sitting on top of a couple of boxes. Pointed to the middle of the room. Her stupid boyfriend didn’t even bother to mount it to the wall. It could have fallen over at any time.

She stood in front of the camera. The red light taunted her. A silent witness to her predicament. She reached up. It was lighter than she thought it would be. Dropping it to the floor she stomped on it with all her might. The plastic shattered under her white sneaker. She didn’t care if RJ found out she destroyed it. He could go fuck himself.

Coming out of the darkness she handed Mr. B. the broken pieces of the spy camera. “I killed it,” she said with a determined voice. “I’m not going to let RJ ruin my future.”

“Is this the only one?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” His hand found her bare ass again. Submissively, she opened her legs. “Time to have some fun,” he said directing her into the storage room. He tossed the smashed smoke detector in the corner. “Close the door and turn on the light. I want to see if what you’re offering is enough to keep my mouth shut.”

Nodding, she obeyed. Darkness engulfed them and she panicked. Frantically, her hands searched the wall for the light switch. A single bulb hanging from the ceiling flickered to life. The light reveled a cluttered room. Old basketballs, nets, mats and an assortment of other sports equipment. She turned and faced him. Chin up in defiance. ““I only have one request. Don’t mark my face.” she said vainly.

Bart’s vulturous gaze softened. “I would never hurt a face as beautiful as yours. You’re the prettiest girl in school.”

“Do you think so?” she asked. Forgetting she was scared. “What about Missy Stafford?”

“She can’t hold a candle to you! The way she walks looks like she has a stick up her ass.”

Candy laughed. “You’re right! We all make fun of her! I heard she won’t swallow!”

“Is that right?” Bart liked the relaxed version of Candy. She had accepted her fate. There was no rush. He would enjoy this moment. First he would find out more about her and then fuck her.

“Candy, I want you to tell me all the sex things you do with RJ. Every explicit detail. Maybe, and I say maybe, that’s all you will have to do.” His intention was two fold. To give her false hope. But also to learn how experienced she was.

Candy felt her cheeks burn. Talking about her sex life with her teacher would be awkward. But if that’s all he wanted, she would gladly do it. “Um, we do everything,” her voice trailed off.

Bart didn’t need to say anything the look on his face spoke volumes. Candy continued without further prompting. “At first, all we did was kiss and he would feel up my breasts. Every time we were alone I let him put his hands under my top. In his car, his house, my house, even here at school once.” She swallowed hard. “Then RJ wanted me to hold his cock while he sucked on my nipples.”

Her voice grew quiet as she remembered the intimate moments. “He asked me to kiss his cock. But, I refused. He kept begging me. He threatened to break up with me if I didn’t. And tell everyone I was a cock tease.” she whispered. “I couldn’t let that happen.”

“You did more than kiss his cock. Didn’t you?”

Candy nodded. “Yes. He said all the popular girls sucked. That it wasn’t a big deal.” She shuffled her feet. “The first time I sucked him we were parked on a quiet road. He pulled out his cock and told me this was my last chance.” She looked at Mr. B. “I leaned over and took RJ’s cock in my mouth. Hoping I wouldn’t throw up.”

“Did he come in your mouth?”

“The question brought Candy back to reality. She nodded. “I didn’t say he could!” she exclaimed loudly. Her teary eyes shot up to meet Mr. B.’s. The memory of the salty taste made her lick her lips. “He wouldn’t let my head go. Each time he thrust up into my mouth, I gagged a little. Then he held my head still. His cock exploded in my mouth and out my nose. I had to swallow or choke to death.”

A moment of silence followed. “The next day, RJ coaxed me into doing it again. This time I was on top so I could control the depth better.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “But he didn’t let me have the power for long. He used my mouth until he came. Knowing what was going to happen made it any easier. I swallowed his cum and he told me to lick him clean after.”

She had a faraway look. “After that second time, I couldn’t get enough. But I didn’t tell RJ that,” she whispered. “I made him beg, even though I wanted to suck his cock. I liked feeling his cum shoot onto my tongue. Down my throat.”

Bart liked how this was going. Candy just disclosed her sexual kink to him. It was more than he could have hoped for. She was a self-admitted cock-slut. “How often do you suck his cock?”

Her cheeks flamed even hotter. “At least once a day. RJ was proud that I swallowed his cum. He said most girls spit it out. It made me feel special. I never told him I did it because I liked the taste. Cum tastes yummy.” She felt dirty telling Mr. B about her cum fetish. He wasn’t judging her, but she knew he was imagining her sucking his cock. “Is that enough, Mr. B.?” she asked hopefully. “Can I go now?”

Bart shook his head. “I don’t think so, Candy. I think you are only scratching the surface. Keep going.”

He was right. There was so much more to tell. She continued her story. “One night, we went to a party. We were both high. He bragged to his friends that I could deepthroat and swallow. RJ pulled out his cock and pushed me to my knees. I sucked him off in front of everyone. He came in my mouth. A big load. I showed everyone his cum and then I swallowed. Brandon took a video. It’s floating around the school.”

“You like being a cocksucker, don’t you? Eating cum.” He pushed his thumb past her plump lips.

“Mmm hmm” She mumbled, obediently sucking his digit. “I lv cm.”

“What happened next? Did he fuck you?”

Candy gave his thumb one last suck. “Uh-huh. The first time RJ and I had sex was at another party. At his best friends house. I was so nervous. RJ took me upstairs to Brandon’s bedroom. I remember him telling me that it would be beautiful. That he would be gentle.”

“We undressed and got on the bed. He got on top and put his cock in me. It didn’t hurt at all. But he was clumsy and quick. It was over too soon. I laid there with my legs wide open and cum leaking out. I had just lost my virginity and I didn’t even come.” A sadness settled in her eyes.

“Then I saw Brandon was in the room. He was holding his phone. He recorded the whole thing. I screamed and called RJ a fucking asshole. I kept screaming and RJ put his hand over my mouth. He waited for me to settle down. All the while he was telling me he did this for me. That there were two important times in a girls life. One when she loses her virginity and the second when she gets married. That every girl wishes she had a video of their first time. And now I had one.”

“Brandon sat down on the bed and played the the video for me. RJ was right. It was a beautiful moment. Me, naked, getting fucked. I look real good in the video, Mr. B.” she bragged. “My face made all these sexy poses.” She looked at him. “I can send you the video if you want. I have it on my phone.”

“Do that.” Bart watched her open her phone. Using Dropbox the video landed on his phone in seconds. “I’ll watch it later. What about Brandon? Didn’t he want to fuck you too?” His question was cold and direct.

Candy felt it rip through her heart. “How did you guess?” she gulped in surprise. “Brandon said I had to. In return for keeping the video a secret.” She took a shaky breath. “I started screaming again and RJ calmed me down. I agreed to suck Brandon’s cock instead. As a conpromise.”

“Compromise. The word is compromise,” Bart said. “Did you swallow Brandon’s cum too?”

Candy gave him a strange look. ““Of course. Why wouldn’t I? Brandon tasted different from RJ. Not as salty.” She stalled for a minute. “But it’s not just about swallowing, Mr. B.,” she added like she was teaching him. “RJ taught me how to do it proper. You know, lots of tongue and suction. Brandon said I was incredible and the best cocksucker in school. He liked that I let him hold my head while he fucked my face. He went deep. Each thrust bounced his hairy balls off my chin. He came a big one.”

Bart’s cock strained against his pants. Her story didn’t seem plausible. She was either naive or a slut. “And you kept having sex with RJ?” he asked, eager to hear more.

“Yes,” Candy replied, giving him a shy smile. “After that first time I wanted more. RJ and I had sex as often as possible. Most of the time Brandon was there watching and making a new video. RJ said it wasn’t fair to leave Brandon with an aching cock. So after RJ fucked me and I cleaned his cock with my mouth, I would suck Brandon off. I didn’t mind. I liked Brandon’s cum more than RJ’s. But I never told RJ that.”

She paused to remember more details. “Oh, yeah. About a month later, RJ arranged a weekend getaway. We set up a tent in the forest. It was totally private. A secret hideaway. Just the three of us.”

“Three?”

“Yeah, Brandon was always with us now. I didn’t mind. He treated me nice, except when I was giving him a blow job. Brandon likes to be rough even when he’s...”

She stopped.

“I’m getting ahead of myself. The first night in the tent RJ put a blindfold on me. I was on my hands and knees when I felt a cock go into my pussy. It wasn’t RJ’s. I don’t know why I didn’t scream? Maybe all along I wanted Brandon to fuck me. Maybe because I liked that Brandon was rough with me.”

She went silent. Staring at the floor.

“What?” he prompted.

“I spent an amazing weekend getting fucked by both of them. Sometimes both at the same time.”

Bart’s eyes widened. He had no idea Candy was such a slut. “They fucked your pussy and ass at the same time?”

“Eww! Yuck! NO! I never let them do that to me. That’s gross!” Candy protested. “But I did take their cocks in my mouth and pussy at the same time. They took turns coming in my mouth and I swallowed it all.” She giggled. “I was like a little cum eating machine.”

“I’m not a slut, Mr. B. Honest! I’m an ordinary girl who likes to fuck and suck. Talking about this has made me horny. If I take my top off will you play with my nipples?”

“I’d be a fucking fool to say no,” he laughed.

“Thanks, Mr. B.” She crossed her arms and pulled the top over her head. “RJ says I have a porn star’s tits. Nice and firm with long nipples,” she giggled. “Brandon likes to twist my nipples until I scream. Sometimes it makes me come.”

Bart’s eyes went straight to her chest. Her tits were indeed magnificent ... Candy wiggled but didn’t pull away when he pinched her nipples. “Mr. B., I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t have let RJ talk me into blackmailing you. I can’t seem to say no to him. Or Brandon.”

“RJ and Brandon?” Bart turned her around. “This is a better way to play with your tits. He cupped her breasts, enjoying the feel of her firm flesh in his hands. “Keep talking, Candy. Don’t leave anything out.” He kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear.

“Oh, Mr. B.” She pushed her ass back against his crotch. “Pinch harder. I like to feel a little pain.” She was getting off on telling him her story. “After that weekend I went kind of nuts. It was a thrill, you know. To have two guys fucking me all the time. I wore them out and got frustrated when they couldn’t keep up,” she giggled.

“Brandon came up with the perfect idea. He arranged to have other guys from another school fuck me. I think he even charged them. Brandon likes watching and making videos. He must have at least fifty or so. I like to watch them later with Brandon.” She paused. “Mr. B., RJ doesn’t know about this so don’t tell him. Okay?

Bart’s cock was raging now. He hadn’t expected Candy to be such a slut. “How many guys, Candy?”

“Including the ones I only sucked? I would guess about thirty,” Candy said with a shrug. “Is that a lot?” She knew it was a lot, but she didn’t care. She was proud of her sluttiness. “Are you going to fuck me now. I’m so horny!”

Bart didn’t say anything. His wide eyes spoke volumes. She wasn’t a sweet innocent student. “Candy, you’re a full-blown nympho. Get on your knees.”

Candy gave Mr. B. a shy smile. She lived for this. To suck cock, swallow cum and fuck. “I know,” she laughed. “I’m a naughty girl!” Her hands slid his zipper down.

His cock took her breath away. It was super thick and veiny. Precum dripped out the tip. “Oh, my, god!” she exclaimed licking the tip. “I had no idea a cock could be so thick!”

Bart smirked. “You’re going to love how it feels in your cunt,” He stroked himself while watching her reaction. “But first I want to fuck your pretty mouth.”

“I’ll try,” Candy said in awe of her teacher’s size. “I’ve never sucked a cock this fat,” She opened wide and could barely take the tip into her mouth. It pulsed against her tongue. He tasted sweaty and musky. She struggled to take more of him in. “You’re fucking huge,” she mumbled around his cock.

Bart groaned and grabbed fistfuls of her blonde hair. “That’s it,” he hissed. “Just like that.” He watched in pleasure as Candy’s cheeks hollowed. She had a natural talent for sure. Or maybe it was from all her practice. He tried to push deeper and she gagged with a choking sound. “Pathetic,” he grunted. “After all your bragging, you only have a couple of inches in your mouth.”