Tricky Old Teacher – Nastya’s plan of flirting

The Tricky Old Teacher: Nastya’s Cunning Plan
Nastya, an 18-year-old highschool senior, had at all times been a troublemaker. But her newest scheme was her most formidable but. With a devilish grin, she sashayed into her first interval English class, intentionally dropping her pencil to provide Mr. Jameson, the middle-aged trainer, an ample peek down her ruffled, too-short skirt.

Mr. Jameson, already flustered, cleared his throat and commenced the lesson. Nastya, feigning boredom, lazily propped her head on her hand, pouting. “Mr. Jameson, could you possibly make this more interesting?” she purred, fluttering her lengthy lashes.

The trainer shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Miss flights, just focus on your reading for today.”

“But I’m having trouble focusing,” she stated, leaning ahead to reveal extra of her ample cleavage, “I was hoping you could give me some…private lessons after school.”

Mr. Jameson, usually stern, visibly paled. He prevented her gaze, however not earlier than permitting himself a furtive look. Nastya suppressed a triumphant smile. Hook, line, and sinker.

As the ultimate bell rang, Nastya casually strolled as much as the trainer’s desk. “So, about those private tutoring sessions?” She walked her fingers up his arm, leaving a path of goosebumps of their wake.

Mr. Jameson gulped audibly. “Miss flights…I really don’t think that would be appropriate.”

Nastya pouted. “Come on, Mr. Jameson. Don’t be such a stick in the mud. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” She traced circles on his desk, drawing his eyes to her delicate palms and rosy nails.

“I…I don’t know,” he stammered, clearly conflicted.

Nastya sensed her victory was inside attain. She lifted her uniform skirt only a fraction, revealing a lacy black thong. “Does this help you make up your mind?” she purred.

Mr. Jameson’s resolve crumbled. “Y-You know what? Let’s do it. My place, 7PM.”

Nastya beamed. “I knew you’d see things my way. I can be quite persuasive.”

That night, Nastya arrived at Mr. Jameson’s home, a spritz of her signature fragrance and nothing extra. The trainer let her in, eyes extensive with anticipation and greater than a touch of concern.

“So…” he started, “what exactly do you have in mind?”

Nastya smirked and commenced unbuttoning her shirt, her ample breasts straining towards a sheer black bra. “I was thinking we could start with some oral exercises…”

She pushed Mr. Jameson again onto the sofa and sank to her knees. With deft fingers, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. The trainer gasped as her gentle palms caressed his hardening member by way of his boxers.

Nastya gazed up at him by way of her lashes. “Relax, Mr. Jameson. I’m going to make you feel really good.”

And with that, she pulled his boxers down, her heat breath dancing over his uncovered flesh. He tensed however she quickly had him melting into the cushions with feather-light kisses alongside his shaft.

When she took him into her mouth, inch by scrumptious inch, Mr. Jameson moaned with pleasure. Nastya bobbed her head, her tongue swirling across the delicate tip every time she reached the apex. She took him deeper every time, hollowing her cheeks and buzzing, the vibrations driving him wild.

“Fuck, Nastya,” he gasped, tangling his fingers in her silky brown hair. “That feels amazing.”

Nastya popped off his cock with a moist sound, strands of saliva connecting her lips to his throbbing cock. “Mmmm, you are quite yummy, Mr. Jameson. I just had to go all the way.” She licked her lips, savoring his salty-sweet taste.

She resumed her oral worship with gusto, taking him as deep as she may till he was totally seated in her throat. Mr. Jameson fisted the sofa cushions, overcome with primal pleasure as Nastya sucked him off with enthusiasm.

When his balls started to tighten, a telltale signal of his impending orgasm, Nastya pulled again. “Ah-ah, not yet. I did promise you some private lessons, after all.”

She rose and shimmied out of her uniform skirt and panties, revealing her easy, glistening intercourse. Mr. Jameson stated nothing, captivated by her depraved show.

Nastya climbed into his lap, straddling him. She lined up his cock along with her aching entrance, then slowly lowered herself, inch by scrumptious inch. Her slick warmth engulfed him, drawing a strangled groan from the trainer’s throat.

“Oh god, Nastya,” he panted, palms flying to her hips. “You feel incredible.”

Nastya smirked and commenced to maneuver, rising up till simply the tip remained inside earlier than slamming again down. She rode him vigorously from the beginning, her beneficiant tits bouncing with every downward thrust. Mr. Jameson was momentarily shocked by her brazen strategy earlier than uncooked intuition took over.

He held her hips and powered up into her, assembly her thrusts. Nastya gasped as he hit a very tender spot inside her. “Yes! Right there, Mr. Jameson. Fuck me just like that!”

Their coupling grew extra intense, palms groping and nails scoring flesh as ardour took over. The lewd sounds of pores and skin slapping towards pores and skin and moist, obscene filth stuffed the room.

“If you’re a good teacher,” Nastya panted towards his lips, “you’ll fill up this bad student.”

“Oh, I’ll give you exactly what you deserve,” he growled, rising his tempo till they had been dissolving into each other, misplaced within the throes of lust.

Minutes later, Mr. Jameson got here with a shout, buried to the hilt in Nastya’s spasming cunt. He stuffed her along with his seed, stroking her trembling physique as she took each final drop.

They collapsed collectively, sticky and sated. “Well, was it worth it to come to my private tutoring session?” Nastya teased breathlessly.

Mr. Jameson may solely chuckle and press a possessive kiss to her lips. “Definitely worth the risk. You’ve taught me a thing or two this afternoon.”

As Nastya gathered her issues and sauntered out, satisfaction radiant on her face, Mr. Jameson thought she definitely had a brilliant future forward of her. One with loads of inappropriate extracurricular actions, if he had something to say about it.

After all, she had simply given him the final word extracurricular exercise. The excellent studying expertise to show that it was okay to be a naughty schoolgirl generally…as a result of it positive as hell resulted in orgasmic bliss.