Sage's Conquest

Note : This story is completely fictional!

“Sage, why aren’t you in class? And what are you doing smoking a blunt in my class?”

Looking back from my stance leaning on the windowsill, I shot an exasperated look towards Mr. Drake. He was 33 years old, but finer than any other guy in Lakewood High. 6’3 and built, almost any female who had his English class has fantasies of him asking them to stay after class. I was the only one who couldn’t give a rat’s ass about what he thought. Then again, I don’t give a rat’s ass what anybody thinks. I prepared for this meeting, though. Fourth block, Mr. Drake’s free period, he always comes to his room to grade his papers. It’s the only room on this side of the fourth floor of the school, so it’s the quietest as well. This morning, I made sure I looked my sexiest. Red lacy bra and thong, black hair that fell at the middle of my back, short skirt and a white collared button down shirt that completed the naughty school girl image. It didn’t hurt that even though I was 5’10, I had a plump ass and 36DD size breasts.

“Mr. Drake, did you want a hit?” I could feel his eyes roaming my body. They stopped on my ass. I made sure to move it slightly as I looked at him over my shoulder, smiled and put out the blunt. I turned to him and caught the sight of his hardening erection. He moved to cover it with his grade book. The effects of the blunt were getting Order of Words (consider revising). I could practically hear him swallow as I walked toward him. I repeated, “Mr. Drake, did you want a hit,” breathily in his ear as I pressed up against him. My nipples grew hard and I longed for him to reach out and touch me. I knew I had to work for that which would make it all the more pleasing when he gave in to his desires.

His grade book moved upwards. In turn, it stopped covering his excitement, which began poking through his pants into my abdomen. I moaned, “Mr. Drake, do you want some?” as I put my hand on his chest and traced his ribcages. It was his turn to groan.

“Sage,” he said, grabbing my wrist and pushing me back, “you need to leave.” With that, he sat at his desk, opened his grade book and took out his classes’ tests. Mr. Drake in all his sexiness took it upon himself to ignore me. To ignore me? It’s hard to talk about this without sounding conceited, but I am the most wanted female in Lakewood High School. Granted, he could lose his job for having a taste of what the others craved. I still didn’t think it was necessary for him to reject me so coldly especially when his need for me was apparent in the size of his erection. It was time to take things a step further.

I began walking around the room and pulling down all the curtains. Still ignoring me, Mr. Drake said and did nothing to stop me from isolating his classroom even more. Once I was done, I removed the papers and grade book from Mr. Drake’s desk. This is when he began to protest, but his words caught in his throat as I dropped a few papers, cursed and bent down to retrieve them. I could feel my skirt ride up my lengthy legs. I made sure to bend down further when I heard him gasp slightly.

I chose my words carefully and spoke slowly as I stood straight and unbuttoned my blouse. “Mr. Drake, I know this is wrong.” I slipped the blouse off my shoulders and laid it on the desk. I moved my fingers over the lumps of my breasts to the edge of my skirt. “But, Misterrrr Drake, would you deny me and yourself for want of propriety?”

Look at me. I’m a eighteen year old young woman throwing myself at a high school english teacher. As prideful as I am, I felt I could go no further. I was half-naked, had shown far more of my ass than was necessary and he had yet to cave. I was torn. My self-respect was telling me to walk out of there because I should be the one being lusted after, not the other way around. Nevertheless, I felt it necessary for my pride to make it known to both me and Mr. Drake that he wanted me.

I leaned forward, giving him a perfect view of my breasts. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. I glowed with the upcoming feel of success. I lifted myself on his desk. Kneeling, I began slipping my thong down my olive colored thighs when I felt his hand on my hand to stop me. He moved his hand up my thigh and under my skirt. I shivered in anticipation.

“Mmmm,” I moaned as he toyed with the flesh of my inner thigh. Pinching and pulling at my flesh only furthered my eagerness. He stood up abruptly and laid me on the desk. I couldn’t tell what he wanted next, but I was his for the taking. He slowly removed the thong, leaving my heels on. I longed to grab him into a kiss, but by moving too fast, I could end this before it really began. I lifted my ass from the desk, pushed up my skirt and put my heels on the edges of the desk to give my legs support. I spread my legs to keep my wet pussy in view. I had never felt so aroused before penetration.
“Sage, this is all---”
“Please,” I interrupted. “we‘re both adults.”

He smiled as he finally let his hand near my bare vagina. He continued to tease me, coming a centimeter from my clitoris or opening and then moving his hand away again. I began to squirm. When I could hardly stand it anymore, two of his fingers entered me roughly as his other hand worked by rubbing my clit in a circular motion. I began to shiver uncontrollably as I came and cried out in ecstasy. I grabbed at his arms, clenching them as they worked me into a frenzy. When my body finally calmed, he licked my juices off of his fingers. I moved to get up, but he held me back down. I could feel a tingle moving through my pussy once again. I clenched it unwillingly. I thought he was going to take his turn and fuck me until he shot a large load, but he merely picked my thong up from the floor and slipped it on over my heels and into place for me. He also put me back into my blouse. Just when I thought we were going to say goodbye until next time, the bell rang and both of us could hear students rummaging in the hallway. I reassembled his desk with his papers and grade book and headed for the door. He grabbed me and said, “All the curtains were down, are still down. If you leave here looking like you do with that smile, it’ll be back to the principal’s office before the day is out that something suspicious was happening in here. Get under my desk.” I followed orders at once. Unlike some of the teacher’s desks, you couldn’t see beneath his, so I figured it was the perfect hiding spot anyway. It was spacious enough that I was comfortable and in the position I would be in, I just might be able to return the favor after all.

Mr. Drake had aimed solely to please me, and that’s not something I get very often. Most guys fuck you until they’re satisfied, take you home or hint for you to leave. I’ve never had someone who not only knew what he was doing physically but was also sensitive to my needs. It made me want to give him some sort of satisfaction even more than before. I heard the students enter and sit down. From where I was, I couldn’t see anything, but I listened intently. Mr. Drake was writing the assignments on the board. His pupils groaned, but I heard them unzipping their bags and throwing their books open. Mr. Drake returned to the desk to grade his papers, I’m assuming. Females were crawling all over him for “extra help,” but he told them to ask their classmates because he wasn’t feeling well. I smirked knowing as practical as he was, he wanted to make sure no one would come to his desk and catch a glimpse of me.

After about a half hour of being bored, I ran my fingertips up and down his legs. Being as tall as I was, it wasn’t going to be easy to get into a comfortable position giving him head without leaving any part of myself visible, but taking off my heels helped matters some. Thankfully, his chair was low so I’d be able to move my head leisurely. I went back to task, stroking his legs until I saw his lower member stand erect. I slowly unzipped his pants. I pulled them down slightly so I would be given access to his balls as well. I blew slightly on the head of his dick. It was already forming pre-cum. How easily he was aroused by me made me wonder how often he had sex. I rubbed the pre-cum around his head and positioned myself.

I examined his dick before I slipped it into my mouth to taste its head. It fit my hand perfectly when I rounded it. It wasn’t too thick or too long. I’d guess it was 8 or 8 ½ inches long. I moved my head up and down as I sucked harder and massaged his balls. I could feel him tensing as he tried not to show his pleasure in his face. I fought the urge to gag as I pushed more and more of him down my throat. He opened a drawer, taking out a radio, I presume. The next thing I knew, my minor gagging was covered up by Corinne Bailey Rae singing of a young and foolish love with some of the teenagers singing along. I took the opportunity to bring him to climax, sucking harder and faster. 

I took all of him in the back of my throat, cupped the base of his erection and moved my hand in a circular motion as my tongue stroked the cock filling my mouth and my other hand still massaged his balls. He put his hand below the desk, grasping my hair to pulling me away from his cock. Before I knew it, a load of cum shot on my face. I continued to massage his balls and lapped up the cum streaming down so as not to get his pants dirty. I wiped the cum off of my face with a finger and licked my fingers clean. I was prepared for the second shot. I placed my head over his dick so it shot directly into my mouth. I cleaned us both up after, zipping his pants and making sure we were both presentable.

I waited there another fifteen minutes before the bell set me free. I know I would have to wait until everyone left the fourth floor corridor near his classroom to exit. When his classroom was clear, he got up to lock the door. I grabbed my heels and crawled out from beneath his desk. I sat on his chair, slipping my shoes on. I noted that hardly any of his tests had been graded. I walked towards the door where he stood. I was thinking of something clever to say about furthering our explorations. He spoke first though.

“Sage,” he groaned, taking me by surprise and pinning me against the wall. My arms above my head and his body pressed close to mine, I couldn’t tell what he was going to do next. I finally began to understand why Isabel, my best friend, always went for older men. I looked up at him expectantly with my lips parted. He let me go and took a few steps back.
“Sage. Do you realize how incredibly beautiful and sexy you are? You could have any guy wrapped around your fingers. Some of the girls, too. Is there a reason you wanted to seduce me?”
“Well, Mr. Drake, why wouldn’t I? You’re experienced. You’re built, and I’ve just learned you know how to please. Besides, it makes it ten times better that you’re not a some pervy teacher I could have promising me the world in a second. You’re real, and I appreciate that.”

The hallway was clear. I could leave now, but a realization held me back. I didn’t just want him for today. I wanted more. It’s not as if I’m foolish enough to think that we’re going to fall in love eventually. A torrid affair isn’t out of the question though. I noticed a pen on the floor by a desk nearby. I retrieved it and took his hand in mine. I wrote down my cell number on his palm, kissed his cheek lightly and left.

To Be Continued...