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Dirty Blonde
Planetoid
- Joined
- Apr 17, 2014
It's so hot today. The air in the classroom is stifling. I've been looking out the window all through the lesson waiting for it to end. Summer holidays are nearly here and I'm dying to hit the beach. For weeks now I've been dreaming of hunky surfer boys and long slow screws in the sand. I want to strut along in my animal print bikini and show it off for all to see. It's just a waste of time learning things I'll never need with a body like mine!
The big problem though is Mr Erikson. He's an ugly old creep good for nothing but boring us all. I can't get over how rough he looks, with his 70's suits and grotty mustache. We're always laughing about how he could be some nasty old porn star. Sometimes I like to flash him a bit of cleavage, or show off a little hint of my killer ass. It's like charity - the sad bastard must need something to fap to, and I love to tease older guys who know they can't have me.
I've spend far too much time slacking off and fucking up this term. I'll be lucky if it's a D at least for this class. Daddy's told me that if I don't bring home a B+ or better, then there's going to be no sunsoaked holiday for me. But I know the way around this. There's no need for brains or bookwork when my boobs and face can open any door. The quickest way to that pass mark is through the old jerk's pants. A little flicker of my lashes, a sexy smile, and I'll be on my way.
All during class I was trying to catch his eye. Whenever he looked over at me, I'd take my pen and slide it slowly in and out between my red wet lips, raising my eyebrow provocatively. Dressed sexily as usual I'm wearing a tight white cotton top whose straps insist on sliding off my shoulders. It can barely contain my firm, mango-sized boobs as they strain against the cloth, the twin bumps of my nipples just visible. A sparkling, pure diamond bellybutton rings glints against my firm, toned, bronzed tummy, while a pair of tiny daisy dukes neatly hug the twin firm peaches of my pass. A little hint of my black g-string just pokes over the top. Finally my long elegant legs end in a pair of battered sneakers.
I've been dangling all this in front of Mr Erikson all year. I'm sure he'll do whatever I want now. When the class finally ends and the room empties out, it's time to make my move. Sauntering over to his desk, I sit down on it with a seductive smile and say "Hello Mr Erkison, I think we need to talk about my grade." I trace my hands along the inside of my thighs as I speak, drawing his eyes towards the hidden treasure in my tight denim shorts. "I think you may need to reassess it."
The big problem though is Mr Erikson. He's an ugly old creep good for nothing but boring us all. I can't get over how rough he looks, with his 70's suits and grotty mustache. We're always laughing about how he could be some nasty old porn star. Sometimes I like to flash him a bit of cleavage, or show off a little hint of my killer ass. It's like charity - the sad bastard must need something to fap to, and I love to tease older guys who know they can't have me.
I've spend far too much time slacking off and fucking up this term. I'll be lucky if it's a D at least for this class. Daddy's told me that if I don't bring home a B+ or better, then there's going to be no sunsoaked holiday for me. But I know the way around this. There's no need for brains or bookwork when my boobs and face can open any door. The quickest way to that pass mark is through the old jerk's pants. A little flicker of my lashes, a sexy smile, and I'll be on my way.
All during class I was trying to catch his eye. Whenever he looked over at me, I'd take my pen and slide it slowly in and out between my red wet lips, raising my eyebrow provocatively. Dressed sexily as usual I'm wearing a tight white cotton top whose straps insist on sliding off my shoulders. It can barely contain my firm, mango-sized boobs as they strain against the cloth, the twin bumps of my nipples just visible. A sparkling, pure diamond bellybutton rings glints against my firm, toned, bronzed tummy, while a pair of tiny daisy dukes neatly hug the twin firm peaches of my pass. A little hint of my black g-string just pokes over the top. Finally my long elegant legs end in a pair of battered sneakers.
I've been dangling all this in front of Mr Erikson all year. I'm sure he'll do whatever I want now. When the class finally ends and the room empties out, it's time to make my move. Sauntering over to his desk, I sit down on it with a seductive smile and say "Hello Mr Erkison, I think we need to talk about my grade." I trace my hands along the inside of my thighs as I speak, drawing his eyes towards the hidden treasure in my tight denim shorts. "I think you may need to reassess it."