Laura really needs that grade

Laura goes to Mr. Jones to make sure she gets the grade she needs. While she's busy getting it, her parents come into Mr Jones' office to convince him too.

I really needed that grade. The final one to get me into the university that I wanted to go to. Not only was it the most prestigious one in the area, but it was also the one where all my friends would go.

The thing that stood between that and me was my teacher. Mr. Jones. Sure, I did fuck up the exam. He didn’t treat me unfairly or anything. He gave me the grade I deserved. I passed, but the grade wasn’t high enough to get the average I so desperately needed.

And desperate I was. Desperate enough to do anything. Anything? Maybe not anything. But more than I ever dreamed I’d be willing to do.

My parents would also speak to Mr. Jones. I knew they’d arrive soon. I was finishing up some homework when I saw him in his office. I don’t know what came over me, but I decided to go in.

“Hey Laura”, he said to me. “Hi Mr. Jones! I really need to talk to you about the grade.”

He sat back and looked at me. “Sure we can, Laura. But there’s nothing I can do about it. I’ve graded your test and the grade is the grade. The only reason I’m willing to speak to your parents is because I respect what your father did when he worked here. He really taught me a lot.”

Then I said it. The line that started this whole crazy memory.

“I’m not really here to speak. I’m here to trade.”

“Trade what?”, he innocently asked. But I saw in his eyes already that he knew what I meant. And I saw that he would be too weak to resist it. So I closed the door.

He protested as I crawled towards him. He told me this wasn’t right. All his sentences ended with a question mark. As if he was asking permission to do what his darker desires craved more and more with each second passing.

“Ssshhhh”, was all I said as I got under his oakwood desk. “Stop resisting and enjoy the trade, Mr. Jones.”

I unbuckled his brown leather belt as he relaxed a little more into his chair. I felt his half hard cock beneath the two layers of fabric that would soon be removed. He stood up and quickly did it for me. He then pulled the chair closer to the desk. I disappeared fully under it, invisible to anyone...

His cock grew harder in anticipation. I breathed on it, which made Mr. Jones twitch a little. Then, at once, I took the head of his cock in my mouth. A loud moan filled the room as my teen mouth closed around his cock. I moved my tongue around the head. More moans. More twitching motions. I went deeper, just a little. Mr. Jones threw his head back.

But then. Well…

The door swung open and my parents entered the room. I froze. Mr. Jones too, for just a second. Without getting up he shook the hands of my mom and dad and told them to get a chair. He asked my dad how he was doing. I was still kneeling under the desk with Mr. Jones’ cock in my mouth.

I expected to be frightened. Instead I got wet. It was so hot to be this close to my parents doing something this mischievous. I was still frozen, but I started to gather my thoughts. Then I kept going.

Very gently I started to move my head. Slowly back and forth. I could feel Mr. Jones tense a little, and his voice started to sound strained. He quickly gathered himself. It seemed like he could still function normally at the pace I was sucking him.

So I went a little faster. The same happened. Tensing up, strain of the voice, and then a sort of relaxation. This was an interesting game. I played it for a few rounds until I was sucking Mr. Jones off at a decent pace.

I heard my parents and him faintly speak. About the grade, about my dream to go to that specific university, about how I was always studying hard and was a really good girl.

Then I heard Mr. Jones say, “No doubt that Laura is a really good girl.” This made me even more naughty. “Oh yeah?”, I thought. “You think so? Well, I’ll show you a good girl.”

That’s when I started using both my hands to jerk off the base of his cock, and cup his balls. He moaned hard and almost pushed my head away, but then he collected himself.

“What’s wrong?”, I heard my dad ask. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah”, Mr. Jones barely mustered. “Kidney stones.” His voice was so strained that it sounded believable.

“Please give me a few minutes”, he said. “The pain will fade soon.”

He then bent over the table while moving one hand under it to support his “kidney stones.” In fact, his one hand was guiding the speed of my mouth taking his cock while he moaned. My parents didn’t know what to do. They just kept sitting there, waiting for it to be over while Mr. Jones fucked their teen daughter's mouth.

Mr. Jones couldn’t control himself anymore. “Oh fuck…oh this feels so intense”, is what he kept saying. I kept going faster and faster. I loved sucking him off, knowing that my parents were watching the man who their teen daughter was giving pleasure.

“Oh fuck, I think it’s close to ending now”, I heard Mr. Jones say. I felt his cock get even harder. I knew what I had to do. I upped the pace a tiny amount and waited. Waited until it would happen. Waited until I would make a man cum in front of my parents.

With a loud moan he started to drain his balls in my mouth. The head of his cock was pulsing in my mouth. His cum was shooting straight into it. Mr. Jones was fully bent over the table, spasming in what my parents assumed was agony. The proof that it was pleasure was sliding down their teen daughter’s throat. Proudly I swallowed everything.

Mr. Jones collected himself. He sat back in the chair and thanked my parents for their patience.

“I think I will make an exception for your exceptional daughter", he said

My parents were delighted. I heard my dad say, “I will make sure she comes down here to thank you personally. She’ll be here tomorrow.”

“No need. No need”, Mr. Jones muttered.

But of course I went there again the next day. Good girls like me always listen to their daddy…

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P.S.

All my stories are fantasy. In the real world, do no harm and only engage in sex with consenting adults.