Natsuki Hasegawa, a beautiful Japanese teen of 18 summers, stayed after school one day to seek extra attention from her sensei, Taro Matsumoto. The petite hottie with long black hair and sparkling eyes had been developing feelings for the handsome teacher in her history class. Natsuki hoped some one-on-one time together would allow her true desires to blossom.
As the other students left the classroom, Natsuki casually approached Mr. Matsumoto’s desk. She smiled coyly, her school uniform hugging her petite, nubile body in all the right places. “Sensei, I wanted to discuss my latest paper. I’m not sure I fully understand the Meiji Restoration era yet,” Natsuki said, twirling a lock of silky raven hair around her finger.
Taro looked up from the papers he was grading, eyes widening slightly at the sight of his cute pupil. “Of course Natsuki, I’m happy to clarify anything for you.” He gestured for her to take a seat beside him at his desk. As she settled in, her short skirt rode up her slender thighs. Taro had to avert his eyes to maintain his composure.
They spent the next 30 minutes reviewing Natsuki’s homework, sensei calmly explaining the historical period in simple terms. Meanwhile, Natsuki grew bolder, uncrossing and recrossing her legs, letting her skirt creep higher with each movement. She leaned in close, her budding breasts straining against her white button-up top. “Arigatou, Taro-sensei. You’re so much more understandable than the textbook,” she purred.
Taro’s resolve was crumbling in the face of her sweet flirtations. His eyes kept flicking down to her smooth, toned legs and creamy thighs. Natsuki noticed his lingering glances and decided to up the ante. Boldly, she reached out to touch his hand. “I really appreciate you taking time for me, Sensei. I have a lot of respect for you.” Her voice was low and breathy.
The light touch sent electrical currents through Taro. He knew he should pull away, put a stop to things. But her delicate fingers felt so soft and right against his skin. “I’m just glad I can help, Natsuki,” he managed to say. “Your diligent efforts are very commendable.”
She smiled, emboldened by his response. Slowly, Natsuki withdrew her hand, but only to unbutton the top of her blouse, revealing the lacy edge of a sheer white bra. “I’m always eager to please you, Sensei,” she whispered, letting a finger trace the curve of her cleavage. “I want to make you proud.”
Taro swallowed hard, his pants growing increasingly tight. He should not be doing this, but her sweet temptations were impossible to resist. “Natsuki…” he breathed, but it came out as more of a groan than a rebuke. Tentatively, he reached out to cup her soft face, gazing deep into her entrancing eyes.
Emboldened, Natsuki turned her head to brush her lips over his palm. “I think about you all the time, Sensei,” she confessed softly. “I can’t stop wondering what it would be like to kiss you.”
Taro’s heart raced. This was so wrong but felt so very right. Slowly, giving her a chance to back out, he leaned in, his lips finding hers in a tender, yearning kiss. Natsuki melted against him, opening her mouth to his questing tongue. They made out like starving lovers, hands roaming and exploring.
Breathing hard, they eventually broke apart. “Natsuki, we shouldn’t…” Taro said weakly, even as his hands slid down to cup her pert bottom.
“I want to, Sensei. I want you,” she panted, fumbling with his belt buckle. “Please, let me make you feel good.”
Taro’s last shred of resistance vanished. “Yes,” he groaned, allowing her to free his throbbing erection. Natsuki stroked him reverently, marveling at the heat and hardness. She brought her head down to plant a kiss on the tip, making Taro hiss.
Slowly, she took him into her mouth, tongue swirling around his thick shaft. An obscene slurping sound filled the empty classroom as the 18-year-old beauty went down on her sensei, determined to milk him dry. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper, gagging slightly as his cock hit the back of her throat.
Taro gripped the desk, head thrown back in ecstasy as she sucked him skillfully. The sight of her stretched lips wrapped around his dick was almost too much to bear. He knew he couldn’t last. “Natsuki, ah, you’re going to make me come,” he gasped.
She pulled off with a pop, strands of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. “Come in my mouth, Sensei,” Natsuki urged breathlessly, pumping his shaft. “I want to taste you.”
Taro needed no further encouragement. With a guttural groan, he erupted, spurt after spurt of hot seed flooding Natsuki’s waiting mouth. The teenage girl swallowed it all, licking her lips like a satisfied kitten. “Delicious,” she purred, releasing his spent member.
Surging forward, Taro captured her mouth again, tasting himself on her tongue. His hands skimmed up her thighs to push her skirt up around her waist. “You’re so sexy, Natsuki,” he rumbled, fingers skimming over her soaked panties. “I want to fuck this sweet little pussy so bad.”
“Yes, Sensei,” she mewled, hiking up her skirt fully to reveal her dripping sex. “Use me, please. I need your big cock inside me.”
Taro practically ripped off her underwear, too far gone to be gentle. Natsuki braced her hands on the desk, presenting herself to him. He notched his cockhead at her entrance, the flared tip kissing her wet folds. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushed into her tight heat, stretching and filling her utterly.
“Sensei!” Natsuki keened, back arching as he bottomed out inside her. “You’re so deep!”
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Taro grunted, pulling back only to slam forward again. He set a hard, fast rhythm, each thrust making her pert breasts bounce. The desk shook with the force of his pistoning hips.
Natsuki could only cling to him, lost in sensation. Her sensei was fucking her, claiming her, owning her. It was everything she had ever fantasized about and more. “Harder, Sensei, harder!” she begged, nails scoring down his back. “I want to feel you for days!”
That spurred Taro on. He pounded into his naughty student’s sopping cunt, the obscene squelch of her juices filling the air. He could feel her silken walls fluttering around him, telling him she was close.
“Come for me, Natsuki,” he growled, angling to hit her g-spot. “Squeeze my cock as you come on it like a good girl.”
“Sensei!” Natsuki wailed as her climax crashed over her. Her body stiffened then shook through her peak, velvet walls rippling around him. Taro just kept hammering into her through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure.
The feel of her coming undone was his undoing. “Fuck, I’m coming!” he barked, emptying his balls deep in her spasming sheath. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, making sure every last drop of his seed flooded her fertile womb. They collapsed together on the desk, panting harshly.
Finally, Taro lifted his head to meet Natsuki’s dazed eyes. “I can’t believe we just did that,” he said hoarsely.
She smiled dreamily, hugging him close. “Thank you, Sensei. That was amazing. I hope we can do it again sometime.”
Taro knew they shouldn’t. He was twice her age, her teacher… it was so wrong. But gazing at his beautiful, cum-filled student, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. “We’ll see, Natsuki-chan,” he said with a tired grin. “But next time, let’s take this somewhere more comfortable than a desk, ne?”