I knew when I was in school I was a bad student. I hated school and preferred to socialize, so always was struggling to pass my classes. This one new teacher I knew liked me. I’d seen him staring at me and looking down my blouse when I was bending over his desk to put my test paper on it. I knew I was also likely going to fail the subject he taught. I stayed after class one day and before he knew what hit him, I’d locked the door, pulled down the window shade and climbed on his desk.
His jaw literally dropped. I knew he was peeking at my pussy under my short skirt since I’d not worn panties that day in preparation for just this incident. I did a little bump and grind for him and smiled when I saw the rise in his pants as a result. I told him I knew I was not going to pass, so I was willing to do whatever it took to pass the class, if you got my drift. He said he did indeed “get the drift”. He said he’d had girls like me in the past and they knew how to get things going. I got down off the desk and bent over it, leaning on my elbows, offering him my teenage cunt from behind.
He wasted no time and I heard him unzip himself and I was soon filled balls deep with his cock. He was so aroused at my young pussy, he didn’t take long to cum. He said if I was willing to do this once a week after class, I could consider myself passed. I said it was a deal, and I didn’t mind it at all. Little did he know I had the same deal with a few other teachers as well. I really was a little slut, and a crafty, resourceful one at that.
