Alan hustled back to Glory's classroom minutes later. He was proud of himself. He'd figured he'd end up eating lunch with Christine, and thus missing spending any of the lunch period with Glory. But thanks to Christine's faux pas, he was able to come up with an excuse to get away. He loved hanging out with Christine, but sexual fun with Glory was undeniably better, especially since he hadn't climaxed even once yet that day.
He knocked on the door.
Glory was surprised. "Alan? Is that you?"
"Yep. There's been a change of plans. I've got the rest of lunch free."
"Oh. Good!" She went to the door and unlocked it, but then said, "Don't come in just yet." Nearly a minute passed until she said, "Okay, you can come in now."
He opened the door, slipped inside, and carefully locked it behind him. He found his favorite teacher sitting on her desk, naked except for stockings, garter belt, and fancy briefs. She'd always liked to wear fancy, frilly things to her classes. She pretended to be shocked to see him, ineffectively covering her tits with an arm.
"What are you doing here? Don't look at your teacher that way! I was just changing. I hope you're not planning on taking advantage of me!"
He could tell she was eager to begin some more role-playing. They had gotten into acting out fantasies lately.
He smiled, and then pretended to be shocked too. "Ms. Rhymer? Oh my God! You're naked! I can't believe my favorite teacher is a slut! I'm shocked!"
"I am NOT a slut. I was just changing! Really! I wasn't masturbating while thinking about you. Oops! I shouldn't have said that. Well maybe I was. Oops! I shouldn't have said that either."
He chuckled, especially at her guilty-as-sin facial expression.
"Okay, so maybe I'm not a total innocent, but you won't say anything, will you? You won't tell your friends about this, will you? You're my teacher's pet, right? You'll be good, won't you?"
"I was your teacher's pet. Now it's more the case that you'll be my student's pet. I might be quiet, in return for, shall we say ... certain favors." He walked toward her in a menacing manner.
"Oh no! What do you mean? Do you want a good grade? I'll give you an A! I promise."
"I'm already getting an A. No, I want something else. I want you!"
"Alan! No!" she shrieked. He planted his lips on hers and the two of them kissed madly, turned on by their pretended drama.
But she wanted more, so she worked on taking off his clothes while they kissed.
Before long, Alan found himself naked with his teacher's mouth around his erection. He grabbed her head and moved it forward and back on his tool, though she didn't really need the help.
She continued with the act. "If I suck you like this" - she slurped and licked and breathed raggedly - "will you... will you promise not to tell anyone?" Freed from talking, she took him in deeper.
"I don't know. It depends. It all depends on how good you are: on how well you can blow me. And how often."
She pulled off again to say, "You bastard! I'll get you for this!" But even though she sounded sincere, she was busy licking at him as she spoke. And then when she was done, she engulfed his cockhead once more and resumed bobbing.
Glory was giving a truly incredible blowjob. She was acting as if her career really depended on it. She didn't deep throat him, but she didn't need to blow his mind. Between her enthusiasm and his lack of a morning climax, he gave up a heated, heavy load within just a few minutes.
Since there was still considerable time left for lunch, the two of them quickly ate their sack lunches and idly chatted while his penis recovered. Then they resumed their role-playing.
Alan clapped his hands, signaling that they were back in their roles. "Okay, teacher, or should I call you my 'dick slave'? What are you going to do to prevent me from telling everyone what I saw when I came in here?"
"Now just a minute, young man. You're a very nice boy. I'm very proud at what an upstanding, well-behaved gentleman you are. Certainly you're not going to blackmail me? Aren't I more than just a teacher to you? Aren't we good friends?"
Glory's plea was so heartfelt that Alan almost failed to believe she was play-acting. Furthermore, he was such a softy that he could hardly continue after such an appeal. However, he forced himself.
"Glory, you know I like you very much. That's why this pains me so much. But if I don't teach you a lesson, someone much more unscrupulous will. Now crawl over here and stuff this thing in your mouth."
"Crawl? Why, young man -"
"Hey. Do as you're told. This is for your own good. You may be a horny slut, but I'm going to cure you with my cock. So do it. Now."
Glory rolled her eyes. "I appreciate the enthusiasm, but treat your teacher with at least some respect, okay?"
He realized she was momentarily stepping out of her role to complain. Oops. Guess I went too far on that one. Crawling is pretty demeaning. "Okay, then turn around and present that ass of yours to me. And call me sir."
"Yes, sir!"
She eagerly presented her naked ass toward him. "How is that, sir?"
"Very good." He pondered his next move. He briefly considered fucking her in the ass, but found the idea disgusting. Besides, he'd heard that took a lot of time and preparation, and he didn't have a clue what to do. He thought about putting his face there, but found that distasteful too. Lacking any other ideas, he just rubbed his hands over her ass cheeks.
His rubbing didn't seem to be worthy of the way she'd dramatically presented her ass to him, so he wetted his finger with her pussy juices, then stuck it up her anus and poked it in and out for a couple of minutes.
After a while, he scooted up closer so he could rub his hard-on against her bottom. But that's all he did with his dick.
"Is that all that you know to do with an ass?" Glory asked with amusement.
"Hey. You're ruining my fantasy."
"Oh. Sorry." She indeed was genuinely sorry. She realized that her attempt at gentle teasing had gone over as poorly as had his crawling idea.
"That should be: 'Sorry, sir.' You don't know how to address me properly. Get over here and put this in your mouth while you contemplate your mistake."
"Yes sir!" She turned around and popped his boner in her mouth.
They continued like that for the remainder of the lunch period. She mostly jacked or sucked him off, although there were times when her mouth was free and they talked some more about her imaginary blackmail punishment. He got a big kick out of that, and it appeared that she did also.
To his surprise, there wasn't any deep throating. He guessed that maybe she was saving that as his reward after the tennis tournament.
Alan, though, was anything but passive. He was learning to not simply sit back and revel in a good blowjob; instead, he actively worked his hands and mouth on whatever part of her body that he could reach. By the end of their lunch period, they each had worked up quite a sweat, which they were both very proud of.
He found it extremely difficult to leave her and attend his next class, and she found it equally difficult to resume teaching. He was frustrated that he never seemed to have enough time with her. She felt the same.
Still, as much fun as the time spent with her had been, he felt a bit disappointed, especially at the end. He wanted to do a lot more with her than just take part in blowjobs, especially since he was getting those so often at home. He felt like he'd missed a chance to try something different, such as performing cunnilingus on her.
She'd also been hoping he'd do more, although she understood the time limitations they were under. As they were dressing she said to him, "Seriously, I need to teach you more things to do with an ass. Don't be afraid of it. You have a lot to learn."
Her remark made him feel very much like a baby-faced kid, especially since he knew she was right.
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