Anything for Mr. Malcolm

When Mr. Malcolm has an unexpected visit after class from one of his trouble-making students…

A faint knock on the door disrupts Malcolm from the papers he was latterly grading, his head snapping towards the door.

“Yes?”

He abides from his seat, his long legs efficiently getting him to the door with his long strides. He reaches the door, standing 6’5 feet, his head almost reaching the door. He opens it, greeted with one of his students—a familiar face—Brianna Blanc.

‘Brianna is a brilliant girl,’ is what most teachers would say about her—most. Malcolm on the other hand has contradicting opinion—well not entirely. Brianna is a great girl, you can’t get that wrong; she’s bright, she’s smart, she’s always engaged in class. But when it comes to her and her classmates, she can be a bit of a bully. Malcolm has noticed—frequently in his class—that she picks on kids. It can be either her making a rude comment or snickering and laughing at them. But what surprises Malcolm the most is her foul language. If there’s one thing Malcolm can’t stand is when hears kids; young like Brianna, using inappropriate language. What makes this even worse is that she goes around talking to his other students like this. Malcolm often finds her using insults to degrade other students. Even when Malcolm tried to talk to her, telling her to refrain from using that language. It inevitably led to her playing innocent, languishing the whole situation. And this is why he has different opinions towards this young girl, and this is why it’s even more surprising to see her here, at his classroom door, after school.

“Hi Mr. Malcolm, I’ve come here to apologize for how inappropriate I have been acting recently.”

She looks around the classroom—well, the view of the classroom that’s not blocked from her tall and slim teacher, as if to check if it’s empty.

“May I come in?”

Malcolm raises an eyebrow, he steps aside, his slender, tall frame leaning against the doorframe. Once Brianna is sat in a chair, he pushes himself off the doorframe he was leaning on to go close the door. At this point he has already closed the door and now is walking towards his desk.

“So, what’s on your mind?”

He sits down, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of nose. He crosses his legs under the table, keenly watching Brianna in the seat in front of his desk.

“Mr. Malcolm, I am so very sorry for using that kind of language in class and around my classmates. I know it was disrespectful and definitely not the right time or place to talk like that. I wasn't thinking, but I promise it won't happen again. I'll try much harder to be a better example for the other students. Much harder…”

He swallows hard, noticing how Brianna is now pushing her small, perky breasts from underneath, making them bulge out of her school uniform. Malcolm shifts in his chair, setting aside his glasses on the table—he can’t look at this.

“I-It’s alright, Brianna. I’m sure you didn’t mean it…”

He’s suddenly captivated by her, not caring what trouble she may cause in class. The only thing that’s he’s cogitating is the swell of her breasts—how they poke out of her shirt. The way the light reflects off the well-moisturized swells of flesh, and how her nipples—slightly hardened—are stretching the fabric of her uniform, trying to break free. The images only get worse from there, his imagination growing stronger. Brianna smirks, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her shirt, opening the neckline of her shirt wider while Malcolm attempts to tear his eyes off of her.

“No, but I’m really sorry. How can I possibly help you to forgive me.”

She bites her lip, her eyes drilling into Malcolm’s. He’s sweating, from his forehead down to the soles of his feet. His breathing increasing and deepening, it doesn’t seem to get better once Brianna has got up and walked over to him.

“Brianna you mustn’t do—these things….”

“Oh, but I must Mr. Malcolm.”

She leans over Malcolm, who is holding on to his desk chair for dear life. His hands squeeze the armrests, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. He’s completely backed up into the chair, his back pressed flushed against the chair.

“I’ve been a bad girl, Mr. Malcolm.”

Her breath is hot down his neck—in which he shudders deeply in return. He turns his head slightly, his eyes nervously looking down at her face.

“Oh, dear…”

Her legs are the first thing that he can feel as they wrap around him, then her ass which presses on his lap once she is sat. Then her hands that lay on his chest once she’s settled. His throat is dry, his face completely flushed.

“Someone can walk in at any moment. Do you know what could happen?!”

His tone of voice clearly contradicting the fact that he hasn’t pushed her off yet. His hands unconsciously trail up the sides of her waist, her skin warm underneath her shirt, feeling the natural curve of her waist as his hands trail higher. Malcolm nervously fidgets with the fabric of the shirt, slowly looking up at her.

“Brianna…”

His eyes watch her attentively as she begins to pull off her shirt, his hands hover over her, in case she needs help to take it off. Malcolm can’t believe this is happening, In any other world he would certainly deny any student that even attempts to pull something like this off. But Brianna—his biggest weakness. He suddenly realizes—the only reason he notices Brianna’s Inappropriate behavior is because he’s always sharply watching over her. Not just because teachers need to watch their students, but because Brianna is unfailingly attractive to him. Hastily he grabs her hips, aggressively pressing her into his lap, he captures her lips hurriedly, his hips bucking up uncontrollably. Without warning, Brianna withdraws a long string of moans, Malcolm’s eyes suddenly widening.

“Oh, Mr. Malcolm~,” she moans.

Malcolm pulls back, his eye glazed over with lust and astonishment. His lips are swollen and red from how forcefully he kissed her. He reaches to tuck a strand of her brown, soft hair, tentatively.

“You’re so beautiful, Brianna,” he mutters, his breath shaken.

He kisses her tenderly, the kiss is delicate—not rough and rushed like the previous one. She smiles against his lips, her hands tangling in his dirty blonde hair, some silver strands peaking out from the golden tresses. Her small, adolescent body fits perfectly against his, looking like a small teddy bear in his lap. His large hands splay across her back, his hands almost covering her whole back—her minuscule size, and his large hands playing a big factor.

As they continue to kiss, Brianna takes the time to undress Malcolm, her small hands moving efficiently around the buttons of his flannel shirt. Malcolm’s head falls back with a groan, his chest bestrewed with light blonde hairs that are barely visible. His torso is slim, narrowing near his hips. The light blonde hairs stop at his stomach, and then continues at the very bottom of his lower abdomen and past the waistband of his pants, which Brianna hasn’t gotten to yet—yet.

By this time her bra has been swiftly removed and tossed on top of his well organized desk. Which now is a cluttered mess of scattered materials and papers. Their enthusiasm clearly showing with how big of a mess their making. Brianna’s breasts are perfect, he drinks in every detail of them, his hands attentively touching and grabbing at them. Every detail down to her small, pale pink areolas surrounding her hardened and small nipples. And, the fact that they can’t fill the space in his hand, leaving a gap almost every time he tries to squeeze them. His eyes trail down to her stomach, the slender flesh curving slightly towards her lower abdomen, baby fat still evident. Despite this, her waist is fairly small, Malcolm being able to put his hands around it and his fingers would touch. Malcom beholds the sight of her, already eager to discard of her skirt.

“Can we get rid of these, love?”

He’s already tugging at the waistband of her skirt, getting impatient. She looks up from under her eyelashes, her eyes locking onto his.

“Anything for you, Mr. Malcolm.”

She gives him a shy smile, already lifting her hips to help with removing the skirt. This leaves her solely in her panties, her legs now fully exposed. He shudders, and suddenly feels his erection straining in his pants for the first time since he saw Brianna in that seat—which is now empty because she’s on his lap. Now pressed against his erection, now making it painfully obvious to him, despite having it since he saw her.

Brianna grins triumphantly, slowly starting to grind on top of his jean-clad erection.His gasps turning into startled moans—he’s never felt pleasure like this. He’s had sex a mere amount of times, he’s too engrossed in his job—too busy. It doesn’t help that his estranged wife doesn’t ever want to sleep in the same bed with him. Malcolm can feel the plumpness of the lips between her legs, the soft flesh laboriously pressing on his rough jeans.

“Oh god, please don’t stop.”

He begs, nodding uncontrollably. He looks crazy, his face completely flushed, his eyes completely shut. Brianna’s face is flushed as well—for a different reason. The abrasive texture of his jeans causing her discomfort as they rub against her sensitive skin that’s covered by a thin piece of fabric. She swallows hard, a small whimper escaping her lips. Malcolm can hear her discomfort, quickly opening his eyes to check on her. He notices her hips stuttering in discomfort, that’s when he realizes it’s his jeans that are hurting her.

“I’m sorry, love. Let me—“

He quickly shuffles his jeans down to the end of his thighs. This reveals his light grey boxers, and his legs that have the same light blonde hair that’s peppered on his chest. His erection is bulging profusely from his boxers, startling Brianna. He smiles softly, watching her curious face flush as she moves on top of it. Once more, she lets out a whimper, this time out of pure pleasure of the feeling of his hard, barely clothed cock, pressing against her pussy.

“Ah, Mr. Malcolm…”

Her waist is now moving—along with her hips—in a fluid and verdant motion. Malcolm buries his face in her neck, his heavy panting making her shudder in delight from the unfamiliar warmth.

“I can’t go on like this for much longer…”

He laughs breathlessly against her skin, his voice muffled by her neck. His voice suddenly turns serious, more like begging. His hips involuntarily buck up, humping her hastily.

“Please, Brianna. Please, please please…”

Malcolm fervently and unexpectedly pulls out his desirous member, which startles Brianna at the initial contact. She looks down, whimpering and whispering incoherent mumbles of anticipation. His cock is menacingly large and Malcolm knows this. His length, pulsing with large veins running down the 11 inches of thick flesh, his tip pink and round, already leaking pre-cum.

“Brianna, please let me. I beg of you.”

He anxiously rubs his cock against her damp panties, huffing and whimpering. He grabs her chin, kissing her roughly. His tongue pushes hers, his hands already trying to pull off her panties. He’s getting impatient and is filled with suppressed passion.

“Will it hurt,” Brianna asks in a mumble, he can tell she’s nervous.

“Only a little, dear.”

He’s already got her panties off, still clutched in his hand. He’s a disheveled mess, his hair muddled in different directions, his eyes are glazed with desire and his lips swollen from his feverish kisses. Brianna nods slowly, wrapping her arms around his chest, she squeezes her eyes shut. That’s when she feels it, the hot, wet tip of his cock.

“Oh~,” she whimpers, her nails sinking into his bare back.

Malcolm hisses, his back muscles flexing under her impeding fingers. He whispers in her ear as he presses his tip against her opening. Malcolm feels the small pop around his tip—signaling that he broke her hymen. Then after the gut-wrenching sensation, her cries come in derivation. The pain is agonizing, like being split in half. As his long prick moves up into her opening, she feels a hot and filling sensation that makes the muscle’s of her pelvis shift and clench.

“Shhh, it’s okay Brianna.”

His hands move down to support her bottom, his fingers massaging her ass unconsciously. He lets out a gutural groan, Brianna being fully seated on his lap, his cock fully enveloped in her womanhood.

“I-I cant move Mr. Malcolm.” She grabs at him and he quickly responds.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll move once your ready.”

He strokes her hair, staying still for her, giving we her time to adjust to his size. He slowly moves his hips up—not in thrusts but in a motion to move his cock around in her tight, constricting pussy, trying to stretch her and get her to used his drastically large member. Brianna sits there whimpering, her tear stain cheeks glisten under the light that’s streaming through the classroom window.

Her whimpers finally come to a stop. Malcom notices her breathing has changed into a more relaxed and slow pace. She finally unravels her arms around his chest, pulling back to look at her teacher’s face. She gives him a weak smile, and Malcom flushes at the site of her crooked smile, her cheeks stained with tears. Brianna’s eyes are glazed over with tears and something else he can’t quite put—maybe anticipation. His hands move to frame her face, pushing any stray hairs.

“You okay?”

He unremittingly scans her face, looking for any hesitation or discomfort. His hands are rough and calloused—yet his touch still manages to be gentle, softly caressing her delicate and youthful face. He’s so enchanted by the warmth and youth Brianna’s eyes carry, so intricate and orthodox. He begins to move hips, now forming deep and slow thrusts up into her. He immediately presses his forehead against hers, a long groan escaping his lips. He grabs her bottom, grinding her down on his cock.

Brianna lets out a squeak of pleasure as the tip of his cock pulsates against her cervix. Her toes curling in her shoes. She abruptly kicks them off, the sound of them clattering echos throughout the classroom. She lets out another high-pitched noise, her head falling back. Malcolm whines at the loss of contact from her forehead, he reaches for her face.

“Stay…”

His voice is hoarse but still wavering. He presses his forehead to hers again, Brianna smiling wickedly. She kisses him, her hips now moving faster and harder, callowly. Despite her inexperience, she tries her best to please him, pure passion driving her as she begins to move up and down. This catches Malcolm in surprise, his eyes following the movements in astonishment.

“Bri… faster, go faster.”

His throat is dry and his eyes are watering with sheer pleasure. He butts his forehead against hers, his hand moving to the nape of her neck, supporting her head as he begs. His eyes bore into hers, tears welling in the waterline of his eye, his voice cracking.

“Go faster…”

She can barely hear, him over his panting and her own moans of pleasure. She moves her hips faster, each time she comes down harder than the previous time. The noise of their skin slapping with each thrust echoes, louder than any sound either of them can make.

“F-Faster,” Malcolm cries.

Malcolm begins to thrust in belligerent bursts. Brianna squeals, all the discomfort from earlier completely replaced with euphoria. Her hands move behind his ears, where his blonde hair is cut short. She tugs lightly at the strands, her moans getting caught in her throat. She makes short curt sounds, like hiccuping as he continues driving his hips upward into her core. The feeling of his cock getting hotter and swollen inside of her makes her head fall to his shoulder, a soft whimper escaping her lips.
Finally, a warm flood of Malcolm’s semen erupts into Brianna’s core.

“Oh…”

Brianna pants, her fingers digging into his back. Malcolm feels the instant release of her muscles, the pressure around his cock dissipating. He quickly becomes aware of reality—the complexity of this situation. Without thinking he buries his face into her neck; his hot tears staining her skin.

“You can’t utter a word to anybody. Nobody.”

To be continued…