TRIXIE AND THE HEALTH TEACHER

18-year old Trixie was in her 12th-grade Health class and she was pissed.

She had just gotten back her final exam and written in bold red letters on the top of the page was a memo from her teacher, Mr. Sloane: "See me after school." No grade, no corrections, nothing-just some damn note from that prick Sloane. He'd been giving her hell all year about her exams. It seemed that no matter how hard Trixie studied, she never managed to ace even one of them. She sighed and, as the bell rang to signal the end of another grueling day, rose and approached Mr. Sloane's desk at the front of the classroom.

She had liked Mr. Sloane at first-all the girls did. After all, he was young-fresh out of college with his teaching certificate-and incredibly sexy. He had tanned skin, gorgeous blue eyes, light brown hair, and an ass that Trixie and all of her friends enjoyed staring at when he was turned around facing the chalkboard. He was a shithead, though, everyone had come to realize, and soon no one cared anymore just how nice that ass looked. Mr. Sloane was a jerk, plain and simple.

Trixie waved goodbye as her friends left the classroom, all giving her sympathetic looks. Soon the room was empty and Mr. Sloane closed the door behind the final student, locking it with a definitive click. With the door shut, the room was darker than before, especially since the shades were still drawn from the filmstrip they had watched earlier. Trixie felt a little intimidated, but didn't say anything.

"Now, Victoria," Mr. Sloane said, making her wince at his usage of her full name, "I have to admit that I'm very surprised at your performance on your final exam. I thought that I had covered the materiall quite well, well enough for you to at least obtain a passing grade." He walked around to the front of the desk and stood in front of Trixie, his arms folded across his chest.

"I studied soooo hard, Mr. Sloane," Trixie began to protest, but was cut off.

"I'm tired of your excuses, young lady," Mr. Sloane said. "I've kept you here to give you one last chance to graduate with a perfect G.P.A." He was looking at her longingly. "Turn around," he said gruffly, "and face the blackboard."

Trixie was caught off-gaurd and did as her teacher said. Suddenly, she felt Mr. Sloane grab her by the hips, shifting her short black skirt upward, revealing a perfectly curved ass underneath a lacy pair of white panties.

"Mr. Sloane!" she tried to cry out in defense. Her cry turned into a gasp, though, and then a short moan of undeniable pleasure as Mr. Sloane pushed up against her, letting her feel his hard cock, throbbing inside his pants.

She heard Mr. Sloane unzip his pants and drop them to the floor. He then pulled off her own panties. "Turn around," he instructed her, "and sit on the desk with your legs spread so I can see that young little hot pussy of yours."

Trixie did as she was told. She couldn't lie to herself-she was definitely horny and liked the way Mr. Sloane was dominating her. She hopped onto the desk and spread her legs, revealing a nicely shaven and well-moistened cunt. It was all she could do to restrain herself from playing with it. Mr. Sloane must have known that, too, because after she had positioned herself on the desk, he told her to frig herself.

"I know you've done it before," he said. "I've heard about you."

Leaning back on his desk, Trixie brought two fingers down to her clit and began to massage it in slow circles, enjoying the raptures that began to shoot through her body. She looked up as she rubbed herself and saw that Mr. Sloane was enthralled by the sight of her. He had his stiff cock in his hand, pumping it slowly, the head turning a gorgeous shade of purple. Trixie moaned.

Mr. Sloane woke up out of his daze and looked at Trixie. "Turn over," he said between sharp breaths. "Turn over and show me that ass."

Trixie rolled over onto her stomach, her legs touching the floor and her elbows propping her up on the desk. Mr. Sloane began to rub her ass slowly, fingering her asshole and her cunt at the same time. She moaned in delight, too, as Mr. Sloane began to spank her, softly as first, then rough and hard as they both became hotter and hotter for each other.

"Oh yeah," Mr. Sloane said, "you like it hard and drity, dontcha, Trixie? Yeah, you like it when I do you like a bad girl, huh?" He shoved a finger into her juicy pussy as he reached up underneath her blouse and twisted one of her hard, perky nipples.

"Ohhhh yes," Trixie moaned in response, "I love it. I love it nasty!"

"Well, how about that passing grade, then, huh?" Mr.

Sloane said, pumping his finger in and out of her. "Tell me what you want, Trixie. What do you want me to do to you?"

Trixie was nearly bursting with anticipation. "Oh fuck me, Mr. Sloane! Fuck me hard!" she cried. "Put your cock in me and fuck me like a bad girl!"

With that, Mr. Sloane rammed his dick high up inside her, holding onto her hips and milking her for all she was worth. Her tits bounced against her and her braids swung back and forth and his thrusts became more and more violent. Trixie loved every inch of his cock, and the way he grabbed onto her hips so roughly as he rammed more of his cock inside her.

"You like this, Trixie?" he asked her, over the rhythmic slapping of the bodies coming together. "You like to take it like a naughty little slut?"

"Ohhhhh yessssss," she screamed, not caring if anyone heard her. She was coming-she could feel every muscle in her pussy tightening around Mr. Sloane's hard cock and her body shuddered in ecstasy. Nearly as soon as she was done, Mr. Sloane pulled out of her and roughly sat her up on the desk, facing him. She knew what he wanted, and crammed his dick into her mouth.

Trixie sucked on it hard, up and down in a fast motion, knowing how close her teacher must be. He grabbed onto the back of her head and pushed her face farther into his cock. Soon, he was coming, shooting his hot juices into her mouth and onto her face as he pulled out of her.

"Well," Mr. Sloane said breathlessly, as she wiped off her face, licking her fingers as she went, "I can guarantee you an 'A' in my books."

Trixie had never felt so good after class in her life.
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