Forbidden Grades: A Teacher's Indiscretion - Ch. 01 - A deal is made

The door to my office creaked open, and in walked Ava, her presence immediately commanding my attention. She was a vision in her school uniform, a plaid skirt that hugged her curves, a crisp white blouse, and a dark blue blazer that did little to hide her allure. Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and those glasses perched on her nose gave her an air of innocence that I knew was deceiving.

"Mr. Strong," she purred, her voice a sultry melody that sent a shiver down my spine. "I was hoping we could talk about my grade."

I leaned back in my chair, trying to maintain a professional demeanor, but it was hard when she looked at me with those doe eyes. "Ava, you know the rules. You missed every exam and assignment. There's not much I can do. You’re getting a zero in my course."

She pouted, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "Come on, Mr. Strong. You're the teacher. Can't you just... bend the rules a little for me?"

Before I could respond, she took a step closer, her fingers tracing the edge of her skirt. "I'm sure we can find a way to make this work," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I swallowed hard, my mind racing with a mix of desire and caution. "Ava, this is inappropriate. You're a student, and I'm your teacher."

She chuckled, a sound that was both teasing and challenging. "And yet, here we are, Mr. Strong. Alone. Just the two of us."

With a flick of her wrist, she hiked up her skirt, revealing a glimpse of her panties. They were black and lacy, a stark contrast to the innocent façade she often wore. My breath hitched as I caught a glimpse of the tattoos on her thigh, the ink swirling in a mesmerizing pattern.

"See something you like?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. "Ava, this isn't going to change your grade. You need to put in the work."

She took another step closer, her hips swaying seductively. "And what if I do? What if I put in the work, Mr. Strong? Will you reward me then?"

Her fingers toyed with the buttons of her blouse, slowly unbuttoning it to reveal a hint of cleavage. "I can be very... persuasive when I want to be."

I stood up, my chair scraping against the floor as I tried to create some distance between us. "Ava, this is very dangerous path you are going down."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of desire raging within me. I knew the stakes, and I knew what I wanted. I wanted her to earn that passing grade, but on my terms.

"Listen, Ava," I began, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "Your grades are too low to be changed by just flirting. Let me get right to the point. You need to satisfy me. Satisfy me sexually. Here is the deal. Each time you do, I'll give you 10% up to the 50% you need to pass."

Ava's eyes widened, a mix of shock and realization crossing her face. "You want me to... to do that?"

"Yes, I do. If you thought you could walk in, show me some panties and a bit of cleavage, you are sorely mistaken. So you either give me what I want or you can just get out right now."

"I…I don’t know." She mumbled, suddenly seeming much more self-conscious and less confident. "What if I did say yes. What would I need to do?"

"I think we start off with a blowjob. I’ve always wondered if you would give good head or if you were just all talk. I’ve overheard you talking to your friends about what you’ve done with other boys. I want to see if it’s all an act."

Ava hesitated, her eyes darting between mine and the floor. "I... I can do that," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But you have to promise to keep your end of the bargain."

I leaned back in my chair, a smirk playing on my lips. "Of course, Ava. I always keep my promises. Now, lock the door, come here and show me what you've got."

She hesitated for a moment, her fingers trembling as she reached for the lock. The click echoed in the silent room, sealing us in a world of forbidden desire. She turned to face me, her eyes filled with a mix of reluctance and determination.

Ava approached me, her steps slow and deliberate. She knelt between my legs, her hands reaching for my belt. With a flick of her wrist, she undid the buckle, the sound of leather against metal sending a shiver down my spine. Her fingers deftly unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down along with my underwear, revealing my growing erection.

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes fixed on my cock, before reaching out to stroke it. Her touch was tentative at first, her fingers wrapping around my shaft as she began to pump. I could feel myself hardening, my cock swelling under her touch.

Her hesitant strokes grew more confident, her grip tightening as she explored my length. I leaned back in my chair, my eyes never leaving hers, watching as she became more assured in her movements. The room was filled with the sound of her breathing, the soft gasps and moans escaping her lips as she pleasured me.

"Is this what you wanted, Mr. Strong?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of defiance and submission.

"I want more that just a hand job, Ava," I urged, my voice low and husky. "Take it in your mouth. Show me what you can do."

She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip, tasting the pre-cum that had already gathered there. I groaned, my head falling back as I savored the sensation. Her tongue was warm and wet, her movements slow and deliberate as she explored every inch of my cock.

"Fuck, that feels good," I muttered, my hips bucking slightly as she took me deeper into her mouth. "Keep going, Ava. Don't stop."

She complied, her lips wrapping around my shaft as she began to suck. Her movements were slow and tentative at first, her inexperience evident in her hesitant strokes. But the sight of her, her innocent glasses perched on her nose as she took me deep, was intoxicating.

"Deeper, Ava," I urged, my hands reaching down to tangle in her hair. "Take me deeper. Show me how much you want this."

She took me further into her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate my size. I could feel her struggling, her gag reflex kicking in as she took me deeper.

"Make it wet, Ava," I commanded, my voice hoarse with desire. "I want to hear you suck my cock."

She increased her pace, her saliva coating my cock as she sucked and licked. The sounds of her efforts filled the room, a symphony of wet sucks and slurping noises that only served to heighten my arousal. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as I neared the edge.

"Fuck, Ava," I groaned, my hips bucking as I thrust deeper into her throat. "You're doing so well. Keep going. Don't stop."

Her eyes watered, but she maintained her rhythm, taking me as deep as she could. The sensation of her throat constricting around my cock was almost too much to bear. I gripped her hair tighter, guiding her movements as I fucked her mouth with increasing intensity.

She complied, her head bobbing up and down as she took me deeper, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she sucked. I could feel the pressure building, my cock throbbing with the need for release. The room was filled with the wet sounds of her mouth working me, a symphony of slurps and gasps that only served to heighten my arousal.

I grabbed her hair, forcing her head up and down on my cock with more aggression. She struggled, her muffled protests barely audible as I used her mouth for my pleasure. The sight of her, her eyes watering as she took me deep, was almost too much to bear. Her glasses fogged up, slipping down her nose, but she didn't stop, her determination to please me evident in every movement.

"Oh my god, Ava," I groaned, my hips bucking as I thrust deeper into her throat. "It feels so good. Keep going."

She redoubled her efforts, her head moving faster as she sucked and licked, her hands reaching up to cup my balls, massaging them gently. The sensation was overwhelming, my orgasm threatening to consume me. I could feel the familiar tingle at the base of my spine, the telltale sign that I was about to explode.

"Yes, Ava," I grunted, my body tensing as I approached the brink. "I'm so close. Keep sucking your teachers’ cock. Work for those grades."

She moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. Her eyes met mine, filled with a mix of submission and defiance, as if daring me to give her more. I gripped her hair tighter, guiding her movements as I fucked her mouth with increasing intensity, my hips moving in a frenzied rhythm.

The room was filled with the sounds of our combined efforts, the wet slurping noises mingling with my grunts and her muffled moans. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as I neared the edge, but I held back, wanting to draw out this moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

She tried even harder, her head moving faster as she sucked and licked, her hands reaching up to cup my balls, massaging them gently. The sensation was overwhelming, my cock throbbing with anticipation. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue working magic as she took me deeper, her gag reflex seemingly non-existent as she accommodated my entire length.

"Keep sucking, Ava," I groaned, my hips bucking wildly as I neared the edge. "You're sucking my dick so well. Keep going. "

Her response was a muffled moan, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. She increased her pace, her head bobbing up and down with a fervor that matched my own desperation. Her hands moved from my balls to my thighs, her nails digging into my flesh as she held on for dear life.

"I’m so close, Ava," I grunted, my body tensing as I approached the brink. "I'm going to come. Are you ready for it?"

She looked up at me, her eyes watering but filled with a determination that was almost frightening. She nodded, her mouth never leaving my cock, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she prepared to take my load.

The sensation was intense, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train. I threw my head back, a guttural moan escaping my lips as I came, my hot seed spurting down her throat in powerful jets. She swallowed eagerly, her throat constricting around my cock as she took every last drop.

"Swallow it all, Ava," I commanded, my voice hoarse with exertion. "Don't waste a drop."

Ava tried to pull away, her eyes wide as she struggled to catch her breath, but I held her there, forcing her to swallow every last drop. Only when I was spent, my cock finally softening, did I release her, my cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop.

She gasped for air, her chest heaving as she looked up at me, her lips glistening with a mix of her saliva and my cum. Her glasses were askew, her hair a mess, but there was a satisfied smirk on her face, a look of accomplishment that told me she knew she had done a good job.

"Lick me clean, Ava," I commanded, my voice firm. "Make sure you get every last drop. I want my cock shining when you're done."

She complied, her tongue lapping at my sensitive flesh, cleaning me with a thoroughness that left me breathless. She took her time, her tongue swirling around my shaft, her lips pressing gentle kisses to my cock as she finished.

As she sat back on her heels, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of satisfaction and realization, I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. I had claimed her, used her for my pleasure, and she had complied. It was a heady feeling, one that I knew I would crave again and again.

"I’m glad we could come to an agreement, Mr. Strong," she said, a smirk playing on her lips. "And I do mean come. But I have a feeling it's going to be a lot of work to satisfy you and get the grades I want."

I chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. "Oh, Ava. You have no idea. But I promise you, it will be worth every second. Come by again tomorrow after school. I’ll be waiting for you."