Little White Lies

“If someone’s up there, I could definitely use some help,” Matthew sent a quick prayer up, feeling really stupid for what he just did. The final bell had yet to ring and his students were impatiently waiting to rush out the classroom, ready for the start of an exciting weekend, which he could definitely relate to.

After all, what single 36 year old man wouldn’t be excited about having plans for dinner with a gorgeous woman? Feeling a little like a high school boy, Matthew felt a bit giddy as he fantasized about his newest girlfriend, Mariana, a tight little Latina who he met at the grocery store two months ago.

Mariana was a definite MILF, he decided. Same age as him, she had one of the sexiest bodies he’d seen in a woman older than 30 (and some even younger!). Mariana was toned all over, a frequent resident at the gym, and had the most amazing ass ever.

Most women over 30 seemed to get too comfortable with the normalcy in life, gaining a little weight and not deeming it necessary to compete with younger women. But Mariana…

She was a fucking godsend. Large breasts that definitely had to be closer to D cups than C’s stood on her chest, tipped with the a beautiful pair of dusky colored nipples that pointed upwards rather than at him or down towards the ground. They were pert, and big, and fit perfectly in his hands.

“And man are they sensitive!” Matthew grinned at his good fortune, thinking about his last sexcapade with his girlfriend two weeks ago. Mariana had shown up to his house under the pretenses of making a Friday night dinner for the two of them and ended up leaving his house mid-afternoon the next afternoon, a limp in her step and a dreamy smile on her lips.

Matthew Harper had hit the jackpot when he met his girlfriend Mariana at the neighborhood Safeway two months ago and exchanged numbers with her. She was gorgeous, she never made outrageous demands of him, and she was a firecracker in bed. In fact, she was the perfect girlfriend by all his standards, except for one big and inescapable issue –

Briiiing.

The students, eyes glued to the clock, jumped up from their seats and rushed out the door, leaving only a few stragglers and one girl who’d yet to get up from her seat.

Brittany Martin hung back and apologized profusely to Carmen, who laughed and waved her off, getting up from her seat and pushing her towards the door.

“Its okay, babe!” he heard Carmen tease Brittany, who at the moment kinda resembled a kicked puppy much to his amusement, “I’m sure we’re not in that much trouble!”

Brittany, nodding reluctantly, made her way out the classroom, doing her best not to spare Mr. Harper a glance lest he see exactly how red her face was. Matthew almost laughed out loud at her predicament, but decided to hold back. Brittany Martin was so unpredictable. Who knew that someone who was friends with Carmen Sanchez would be so shy and easily intimidated?

Pondering on the thought, Matthew Harper turned back to his computer after he watched Brittany get practically pushed out the door.

Which brought him back to Mariana’s one flaw -

“Mr. Harper,” a breathy whisper came from the door as he heard her close it behind Brittany once all of the students left the room. His erection tingled in response but he understood the need for the privacy of the coming discussion. She wasn’t a bad student and he didn’t want to punish her too badly, but her actions were becoming too risky and could easily put both him and herself in a very dangerous situation.

Carmen knew her place. She knew how seriously immoral her actions were towards her teacher, but she didn’t see fit to curb her indecent behavior, so as the adult, he would.

“Ms. Sanchez,” Matthew called out her name with a firm tone, eyes fixed on the blank desktop of his computer screen, knowing that things would go terribly wrong if he didn’t set things straight now.

“Yes, Mr. Harper?” she cooed back, heels clicking against the floor before coming to a stop only a feet away from him and still visible in his peripheral vision. She was so close, he noticed anxiously, smelling the fruity fragrance of her perfume from his spot in his chair. Maybe too close…

Clearing his throat, he decided to get straight to business, “Ms. Sanchez, your behavior has left much to be desired in terms of appropriate conduct.” Chair swiveling towards the root of all his problems, he stared back at Carmen, feeling awkward but knowing that if he didn’t face the problem directly, the situation would only spiral down into something he couldn’t control.

There was an awkward silence in the classroom for a while as Carmen’s lazy blue eyes regarded him carefully as she stood almost three feet away from his sitting position. Well, Matthew decided, shifting more uncomfortably in his seat under her inspection, this was definitely not the easiest conversation he ever had with a student, for sure.

Wary, he watched as her face slowly took on another one of those indecent smiles, “I’m not quite sure what you mean, sir.”

So that’s what she was playing at, he acknowledged, narrowing his eyes at her change in mood. If she wanted to take it there, he could take it there.

“I’m sure you do, Ms. Sanchez. The fact that you came into this classroom, first of all with that short of a skirt, is completely inappropriate. The fact that you don’t have any undergarments on underneath that ridiculously short skirt is completely unacceptable. If I told an administrator in this school right now, you’d most definitely be expelled for the rest of the year.”

Matthew watched with a grim satisfaction as her eyes widened noticeably, hoping that she’d begun to see the error in her ways. She seemed pensive at first, but then her lips curled into a cattish smile at him and he knew he’d been mistaken.

Carmen - gorgeous Carmen, with those hooded dark blue eyes and springy long dark curls began to swagger towards him, closing the distance between the two until she was so close that he could reach out with his hand from his chair and touch her.

“And what would you tell them?” she finally asked, pointedly staring at his erection as she leaned over towards him and rested an arm against the back of his seat, giving him an ample view of her cleavage.

“Jesus Christ,” Matthew whispered out loud, glancing at the satisfied look on her face before looking down in shame, which definitely was not the better choice. Carmen’s stance in front of him left hardly anything to the imagination and provided him with nothing but an eyeful of creamy skin, stockings, and the denim fabric of her skirt. His erection throbbed harder.

And under that denim skirt… Matthew had to restrain his hands from reaching out and lifting up the hem of it, but he could easily imagine what she looked like underneath. He bet that she was probably wet still, spread out in between her widespread thighs, and quivering in anticipation. Just what did she plan to do?

“Oh, Mr. Harper,” Carmen sang in a sing-song voice from above him, veiled in the amusement that she had considering his obsessive stare at her lower region.

Laughing, she slid her fingers from the back of the chair he was sitting on to make a grip on his left shoulder as she lowered herself to straddle her teacher’s lap. Startled, Matthew made an attempt to push her off before catching sight of her flashing eyes and the warning pressure applied to his shoulder from her hand, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Why was this beginning to look like he should have just ignored everything? Panicked, Matthew threw a glance to the closed door and flinched whenever he heard steps passing by.

“I locked the door when I closed it,” she mewed from her spot on his lap, shifting her hips in order to press her pussy against the pressure of his erection more firmly. Sighing in delight, Carmen grabbed one of his hands and put it on her hip, arching and straightening her back as she grinded against the fabric of his pants over his burning hardness.

“Fuck,” Matthew murmured out loud, feeling her overflowing juices soak the front of his pants as she worked herself on top of him. This was so wrong. No one could see his desk from the locked door and because of the sun, he had no reason to turn the classroom lights on earlier, so from the outside, the class was empty and deserted after school was over.

Nobody was going to come into the room and stop her, he realized.

Unconsciously, he began to jerk his hip upwards against her grinding as he watched the door cautiously. Carmen, undulating against him, kept her hand over his to keep the pressure on her right hip and used her other hand to reach around and unclasp her bra before forcing his left hand to trail against her warm skin under her shirt her bra until his it was cupping one of her breasts. Dazed, he watched as she maneuvered her hand to make his palm move her breast around in rough circles.

Matthew Harper was cupping one of Carmen Sanchez’s breasts, and if it weren’t for the pants he had on right now, he would be inside her tight pussy too. They were practically fucking.

Shuddering, Matthew tried to shift from under her, knowing that if she had it her way he’d be busting a nut inside his pants.

Curious, Carmen looked down when she felt the movement, stopping her gyrating as she fixed an intense stare on his face. She gave him a smirk and rolled a little down his hips, leaning forward to take his left earlobe into her mouth and nibble on it, as she started to unbutton his pants.

“All you had to do was ask, baby,” she murmured, getting a satisfied feeling as he shuddered against her again. Unbuttoning his pants, she worked at slipping them and his boxers down his hips as he complied by raising his hips off the seat.

Happy with her work, Carmen grinned at the bewildered look on his face before leaning his head up and sliding back up towards him. Matthew’s arms wrapped around her waist as he let out a hiss, feeling her wetness and the heat radiating from her clit against the painful throbbing of his erection. Her wicked mouth latched onto his neck and she began to suck and nibble on it, eliciting another strangled moan from his lips.

She wasn’t moving, he knew, but if she continued to do work on his neck like that he’d come right against her anyways.

A particularly sharp nip at the juncture of his neck and shoulder forced his hips to jerk up hard against her and Matthew listened to the sexy little whimper she let out. That was fucking sexy… He did it again and felt more wetness against him in response.

But Carmen would have none of that.

Nipping harder at his neck this time in the same spot warningly, she pushed her hips down and firmly rolled her hips up so his whole erection was soaked in her juices.

Feeling the lips attached to his neck curve into a smile, Matthew sat back and let Carmen do what she wanted, helpless under her ministrations other than the occasional jerk of the hips. Carmen only seemed to be satisfied when she was in control of the situation and if he could get his release too, then who was he to deny her?

So lost was he in the sensations of her rolling hips and sucks and bites that he barely caught the muffled sound of a voice against his neck.

“What was that?” he asked, surprised when he heard the delirious quality of his voice.

“I said,” Carmen repeated, not even bothering to look up from his neck, but speaking louder this time so that it reached his ears, “You’re a fucking hypocrite.”

Silent, Matthew continued to thrust up against her, but waited for her to continue.

“You said you’re gonna tell on me cause I didn’t wear any panties to school?” Carmen scoffed, black curls bouncing as she arched her back and slid her clit against his penis, effectively soaking the both of them, “Like you’re any better. One slip of either of our hips and this cock would be inside me right now, trying to fuck my brains out.”

Hearing those dirty words spew from her lips, Matthew felt himself being pushed over the edge, and grabbed her hips, steadying her on top of his erection. When she felt her grinding being halted, Carmen looked up from his neck and leaned back, eying him curiously.

“Fucking slut,” Matthew murmured murderously, staring at her with hard eyes. Shocked, Carmen stared back at him, wide-eyed and mouth opened slightly. Who knew that Mr. Harper had a foul mouth too? Carmen let loose a whimper when he grabbed both of her hands and spread them out to the sides, thrusting excruciatingly hard against her pussy

“But weren’t you the one who came onto me first, you fucking slut?” he continued harshly, thrusting against her again. Carmen felt some tears gather at the corner of her eyes from the sensation, but kept quiet, not quite sure what to do with this spontaneous change of mood.

So she watched, a little horrified and a little excited, when he used his left arm to steady her against him, pulling her so close that her chest was flush against his and her mouth was dangerously close to his own. He wasn’t going to kiss her, was he…?

Carmen Sanchez was never the kind of girl to kiss a guy just because she was sexually involved with him, considering it to be too emotional and crossing too many boundaries that you couldn’t just hop back over. So when she found herself with her face parallel to his, lips just inches away, she really had no idea what to do.

What she didn’t know however, was that while she was busy staring at his face, Matthew Harper was more focused on what was going on downstairs. Lifting her up slightly, he used himself to position himself towards the opening of her slit and looked up in time to see a confused look of Carmen’s face as she stared directly at his own.

Grinning, Matthew slammed her down on his erection, watching as she let out a squeal and shuddered over him. Jesus, she was so fucking tight! Looking down, a primal feeling washed over him as he watched that gorgeous pink hole swallow his cock with each thrust.

Feeling inspired, he rolled up his hips and quickly forced himself inside, picturing himself hitting her uterus as he moaned loudly, feeling the walls contract around him.

“I-I di—di-didn’t say..” he barely heard Carmen stutter out above him and grinned, seeing that she was having some trouble speaking while he was literally “fucking her brains out”.

“Didn’t say that I could fuck you?” he asked, feeling a bit sorry for her. Nodding, poor Carmen continued to dig her nails into his shoulders and let loose some gasping breaths and whimpers as he used his hands to grab her hips and slam her down over his cock.

“Sounded like an invitation to me,” Matthew shrugged, shooting the tease a devilish grin as he thrust his way into her over and over again with a furious roughness and speed that he knew she had to be thoroughly enjoying seeing as she had finally shut up.

He could feel the tightening of his balls and the burning at the bottom of his stomach and decided whether or not to tell her that he was going to come soon. Carmen was a bitch and more than likely would make him pull out, but he earnestly wanted to come inside of her and he knew that if he wanted to have any chance at her in the near future, he wasn’t going to be able to creampie her without letting her know what was going to happen.

“Carmen,” he warned her, cutting in between her little moans, “I’m going to come.”

Carmen nodded and continued to bounce up and down his cock, her black curls flying in the air and her eyes closed as her face scrunched up in unadulterated passion. She didn’t answer his unspoken question.

“Carmen,” he prodded her again, still thrusting inside her, but slowing down his speed so he wouldn’t orgasm yet, “I’m going to come. Can I come inside you?”

She ignored him for a bit, still bouncing up and down, biting her lip and he shuddered underneath her, trying to restrain himself. A few seconds after, her eyes fluttered open into a hazy hooded stare as she pondered over his words. A moan echoed in his ears –

“Please come inside… I’m on birth control. I want you to come inside.”

Matthew came furiously then, those words echoing inside of his mind as he pumped string after string of semen into Carmen’s pussy. He was inside of her, skin to skin, and had no condom on while he had piled into her, again and again until he came inside of her, filling her to the brim with his white sperm. He’d never fucked a woman raw before and definitely never came in one before, but this was undoubtedly the best fuck he’d ever had.

He watched with a sick fascination as he pulled out of Carmen and his cum leaked out of her opening, smearing onto her thighs and his own. And Carmen – he spared a glance at her face and watched with male satisfaction as she tried to catch her breath, still straddling his thighs.

She was drenched in sweat, curls a little bit wild from all the tousling, and thighs smeared with a combination of bother her juices and his own cum. She was a sight.

Leaning back against the chair, he wondered where that put the both of them. She was still his student, and he definitely wouldn’t mind pounding this pussy more often and judging by the way that she was still shaking and trying to catch her breath, she more than likely felt the same.

She was 18, thankfully legal, and near the end of her senior year, so other than the fact that he was her teacher, technically this wasn’t illegal. There was only one other problem…

Sitting back, dazed, Matthew barely noticed that Carmen had stood up, and fixed herself to make herself look presentable. She took a quick glance at the clock and realized that it was already a little over an hour after school had left out, meaning that she still had time to make it out of the school without looking suspicious if she just said she needed some help with her homework to anyone that stopped her outside.

Carmen’s pumps clicked as she walked a little unsteadily to her desk, grabbing her book bag and making her way towards the door. Matthew was a little pre-occupied with his own thoughts.

“Mr. Harper,” she finally called out, catching his attention and watching him look over at the door and her. She laughed at the dumbfounded look on his face and blew him a playful kiss as she opened the door.

“Don’t be late for your date tonight,” she called out over her shoulder, making her way out the classroom with an eruption of giggles.

“That’s right…” Matthew thought to himself, remembering the dinner date he had with Mariana at Applebees. He looked at the clock and sighed in relief, seeing that he had a little over 2 hours to drive home, shower, and pick her up. Jesus Christ, how would he get through this one? Matthew ran his fingers through his hair and released a frustrated groan, pulling up his pants and grabbing his things so he could make his way to his car.

Grimacing at the heady stench of sex in the room, Matthew cracked two of the big windows in the back before he too left the classroom, mind plagued with the same very complex situation that he was thinking about five minutes before the bell rang to let his students go home.

“Mariana would have been the best fucking girlfriend in the world,” he thought to himself as he drove home, silent and brooding, “if Carmen Sanchez wasn’t her daughter.”