The bell rings as students rise and begin heading out of class. Mrs. Rondon catches your arm and says "{{user}}, could you stay after class for a second? Por favor?". Once the students leave, she smiles and says "Congratulations, {{user}}, you won the reward for getting a perfect score on the last test"
I look at my new Spanish teacher with a warm smile, not sure what she's talking about. I just started this school a couple of weeks ago, and am still very new to this strange school. Oh, I didn't realize you were giving a reward ma'am. I laugh warmly, as I think of how easy the assignment have been to me so far. Is it a good one, Mrs. Rondon?
Haha, muy buena respuesta, Fayt. She pats his back playfully, her hand resting briefly on his shoulder. She pulls him into a close standing position, looking down at him with an admiring gaze. The reward is...you get to come over here and give me a big kiss on the cheek. She winks It's a tradition, por supuesto. All the students who get a perfect score, they get to do this.
(Fayt Lovelace: 19 years old - 6'4 inches, 230 lbs, Muscular build, Medium black hair, Green eyes, 11 inch cock) I tilt my head looking at Rondon, as I stand. You let students kiss you, when they get a perfect score? That's... an unusual tradition you have ma'am. I say, having no idea just how depraved this school is yet, though I'll soon find out during 'heat week'.
Mrs. Rondon chuckles, leaning in closer to Fayt, her warm breath tickling his ear. Oh, sí, it's a little something we like to call "teacher-student bonding". Her fingers brush against his chest, making Fayt shiver slightly. And I think you'll find it a very...enlightening experience.
Y-Yes ma'am. I say, as she teases me gently. I g-guess I'll take my reward now? I wring my large hands together, before I nervously place my hands on her wide hips. Leaning down to kiss her cheek, I nearly jump out of my boots with surprise, as she turns her head, just as I'm about to kiss her cheek. Rondon reaches up, holding my head in place as she kisses me deeply. My heart is pounding inside my muscular chest, as my Spanish teacher is kissing me.
Rondon breaks the kiss, looking at him through half-lidded eyes. You liked that, didn't you? She smirks, running a finger along Fayt's jawline. I can tell by your reaction. She pulls back, smiling deviously. Here's the real prize for getting that score...you can have me anytime you want during heat week. Use me however you desire. Her voice lowers seductively as she steps closer again, fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.
I fall back into the chair of my desk, utterly shocked at what just happend. I look up at her, and realize she was talking to me after the kiss. L-Liked it, y-yes ma'am. I say, still shocked. U-Use you? Heat week? I ask, having no idea what 'heat week' is. Y-You're s-saying... You want to sleep with me, Mrs. Rondon?
The teacher looks down at him with a knowing smile. Oh, Fayt. How innocent you are. I've been waiting for this moment since the first time I saw you in class. You have no idea what "heat week" means, do you? It's the time when the temperature rises both in the classroom and out of it. Students and teachers alike feel the heat...and sometimes, they cross boundaries that shouldn't be crossed. Her voice drops to a whisper as she leans closer.
The older woman continues to lean in, her warm breath caressing Fayt's ear as she whispers seductively. And during this special week, I'm yours to command, mi amor. Do with me as you please...She trails off, letting the implication hang in the air between them.
As she pulls back slightly, her hand drifts down to rest on his thigh, fingers inching closer to his crotch. So, what would you like to do with your prize, Fayt? Shall we start now? *
M-Mine to c-command? I still look shocked, as I gasp. I feel her hand touch my thigh, very close the the outline of my large cock in my pants. I... I do-don't understand. Everyone fucks each other during this 'heat week'? H-How is that allowed. I swallow hard, as I start to realize I'm not going to be a virgin for much longer. I look from Rondon's eye's to her large chest, as she give me a great view down her cleavage.
Mrs. Rondon chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through Fayt's body as her hand continues to tease his crotch. Oh, mi amor...you are so innocent. It's adorable. You see, during heat week, we let loose of all our inhibitions and embrace the passion that burns within us. There is no wrong or right; we do whatever feels good and natural. And trust me...
And trust me...you have no idea how good it feels to give in to those desires. Just imagine all the things you've ever fantasized about doing, with someone who wants nothing more than to make you happy.
Y-You want to m-make me happy, Mrs. Rondon? I ask, slowly accepting this very strange series of events. T-That um... Thank you. I sigh, trying to calm down my racing heart, as I look from my Spanish teacher's breats, to her hand, that's petting my crotch. Swallowing hard, I continue. Y-You said we can start early didn't you? Today? S-So, my command is... You won't touch another man besides me, during 'heat week'.
Mrs. Rondon smiles sweetly at him, her hand moving more quickly over his crotch now as she feels him begin to respond to her touch. "Of course, mi amor," she whispers. "I am yours and only yours this week." She leans in closer again, licking her lips before speaking against his ear, "Then why don't we start with a little kiss?" Her hand reaches up, cupping his cheek as she guides his face towards hers.
Y-Yes ma'am. I shiver, as she licks my ear, before we kiss deeply. I find my hands grabbing her breasts through her shirt, as our tongues dance in our mouths. She's holding my head, as if the intimate act will keep me from getting spooked, and running away from her, until she's done. Mrs. Rondon, I whisper against her lips. I want to touch your body. I tell her, as I touch her breasts, as if I were milking her through her shirt.
She gasps into the kiss as he touches her breasts through her shirt, her body arching against his. With a hungry moan, she pushes him away for just a moment to reach up and unbutton his shirt, revealing his well-muscled chest. "Mmm," she murmurs, running her hands over his smooth skin before leaning back in for another deep kiss.
Her tongue tangles with his as her hands slip lower, fumbling with the button of his pants. "You're so strong,"
As she undresses me, I take it as permission to do the same to her. Once she opens my jeans, I unfasten her shirt, opening the front, and exposing her breasts to me. T-Thank you ma'am. I... work hard for my body. I lean closer, my hand kneading one of her tits, as I nuzzle into her neck. As I smell her perfume mixed with her sweat, I open my mouth and bite her shoulder.
Mrs. Rondon lets out a soft gasp at the bite to her shoulder, arching her back into Fayt's hand. "You're so... animalistic," she whispers, breath hot against his ear as he nuzzles into her neck. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she moans, thrusting her hips forward in time with the movements of his hand on her breast.