Loading...My job is pretty boring. Most people say that, and most people truly believe it. None of them have to deal with what I do though. I give trumpet lessons at a place called Up the Scale. All day I deal with zit-covered, teenage brats that are taking trumpet lessons at Mommy and Daddy’s expense. The worse they play the trumpet, the more they come back. It’s like their parents are deaf or something.
Occasionally, I’ll luck out and get a decent looking student, but hot girls just don’t seem to stick with trumpet for some reason. It’s crazy, but I’ve always had a teacher-student fantasy. Not the typical Catholic school girl with pig tails kind of thing—I just always wanted a student to try and seduce me. That day came when I least expected it.
I was booked all day, but some bitch called my office and demanded that I take on a new student. I feigned relief when she said that her daughter was an “advanced” trumpet player. When a parent says that, it usually means his or her kid can play the B flat concert scale, but I didn’t ask. I told her I had an opening at the end of the day, and I told her I expected $120 for an hour-long, “advanced” lesson.
When 4 o’clock rolled around, I was bored limp with the kids that were in and out of there. I noticed that I’d scrawled “ADVANCED BITCH” on my calendar at 4 o’clock. I’d just laid my head in my hands and closed my eyes when my door creaked open. I kept my eyes closed and barked, “Have a seat. Get out your horn. Warm up.”
I heard the trumpet case zip open, and I was pleasantly surprised to hear my new student breeze through the chromatic scale. I looked up to see a chubby brunette wearing khaki pleated skirt and a blue, button up shirt. She was just sitting there breezing through scales like she was breathing them. Her fingers seemed to blend into the trumpet’s valves as they moved nimbly up and down.
When she saw that I was staring, she arched an eyebrow, but she continued to sweep on and on through her extensive warm up. Just as I was beginning to study her body, she put her trumpet in her lap. “So I’ve been working on another piece with my instructor at my dad’s, but I’m staying with my mom for the summer. I’m stuck with you for three months because I couldn’t find anybody qualified to teach me here on such short notice,” she spat out in a strong southern accent.
For a few seconds, I just sat there and looked at her. I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I feigned annoyance. “Let me see what you’ve been working on,” I said and topped it off with a heavy sigh.
The piece she handed me had been mimeographed ages ago. It was hand written and the purple ink was smudged in several places. I looked to see who wrote or arranged the piece at the top of the page, but I didn’t see any names. There wasn’t even a title. “Where’d you get this?” I asked as I turned the page over to find an even more complicated series of syncopated rhythms. Just as I was handing it back to her, she reached out to get it. Her fingers seemed to purposely stroke mine as she took the piece of paper back.
“My dad likes to challenge me when I get too cocky. He has one of his friends work something up for me,” she said. I couldn’t help but notice how great the first syllable of cocky popped out of the back of her throat, so I acted like I didn’t hear her the first time. Not only could I hear her say it again, but it gave me an excuse to scoot closer.
She said it again, making sure to speak as clearly as she could. Also, she’d leaned into me, holding her mouth a foot away from my face.
“Ah, so you’re a cocky girl?” I asked. A mischievous grin found its way to my face, not helping to disguise my sexual innuendo.
“Some people might think that, but I’m just a typical 18 year-old,” she replied, obviously missing what I was trying to hint at.
“Right. Well let’s get down to business. Let’s hear you play the first few bars of this piece,” I said in a half-assed attempt to sound professional.
Before putting her horn to her lips, I could see her posture left something to be desired. She also had a terrible habit of not breathing with her whole body. Her phrasing wasn’t doing this well-written piece justice. It interrupted the flowing notes with sharp gasps.
“Alright. Just stop. You’re butchering this piece.” I stood up and walked behind her. I leaned forward and put my hands on the side of her thighs to scoot her forward. Then, I put a hand on her shoulder and the other in the middle of her back. This pushed her chest out, and I had a perfect view down her shirt.
“Now don’t move,” I told her. My hand that had been on her back slid to her diaphragm, located just under her perky tits. “When you breathe, your stomach should get bigger, and your shoulders shouldn’t move. All of your support is coming from right here.” I patted my hand on the top of her stomach.
My face was beside of hers as I told her to try it again. I whispered “breathe!” in her ear when it was appropriate. Her hair was so soft and sweet smelling against my face. I wanted nothing more than to kiss her neck and nibble on her ear lobe, but I knew she wouldn’t respond well to that. I watched through peripheral vision as her legs eased apart. Her skirt rode up a bit exposing more of her tanned thighs. All of these sights to take in were causing me to get pretty hard.
“Fuck,” I thought to myself, “Fuck! FUCK! I’m going to have to cut this short because I need to run home to my wife and fuck her brains out.”
I stopped her because she wouldn’t quit wiggling, and it was causing my arm to rub against her tits. She leaned her head back and looked up at me. In that motion, she’d spread her legs even further and given me a better view down her shirt. Her mouth was open, waiting for my instructions that I usually give upon stopping a student.
Before I could stop myself though, I slid my hand up her body, easing it over her tits, straight to her shoulder. “You’re not relaxing enough to play,” I said. My hands started to massage her shoulders. “You need to quit wiggling so much too.” Without missing a beat, my hands slid over her collar bones, to the top of her breasts, and then back to her shoulders.
I whispered in her ear again, “Now, relax and make me something beautiful.” Instead of doing what I said this time, she stood up and put her trumpet in her chair. She turned around to face me, and before I could ask what she was doing, she started kissing me. Her body pressed against mine. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. As she kissed me deeper, I felt my back slam against the wall.
My thigh was between both of hers and she started grinding against my leg. I was still trying to grasp what was going on when she grabbed my hands and put them on her ass. At first, I didn’t move my hands. They just kind of sat there, but when she bit my lower lip, I let my body take over.
Instead of just letting my hands limply sit on her ass, I slid them down the back of her thighs. I pulled her skirt up over her ass. When I discovered her bare ass where her skirt had been, I said, “You know you’re missing your panties.”
“I’m not wearing a bra, either,” she cooed as she stepped back from me and lifted up her shirt, revealing crisp tan lines on her otherwise pale tits. Her nipples looked so tempting, so she wasn’t surprised when I pressed my face to her tits. I timidly bit down on her nipples. When I heard her suck in a quick breath, I started pushing her back to my desk
I felt the back of her thighs press against the marble top, so I lifted her ass, and I let her sit on the edge. “Take your shirt off,” I commanded. She slowly began unbuttoning her shirt, starting at the top. She stopped about halfway down, showing me a fair amount of tempting cleavage.
“You’re taking too long,” I said as I held her wrists above her head. I jerked her shirt open and stared down at her while she bit her lip. I bunched her skirt up around her waist to reveal a smooth, pink pussy.
“Looks like you’re ready to get fucked, missy,” I said as I drug my finger over her wet pussy. I then began to roughly rub the palm of my hand up and down making her nice and messy. I made sure to get the insides of her thighs all wet and sticky before patting her wet pussy with my hand.
I pushed harder against her pussy and rubbed up and down with my palm. Every time I’d rub against her clit, she’d moan a little louder. Her teeth were digging into her lower lip, and she was squirming so bad, I took my hand away from her wrists to push down on her hip to hold her still.
“Oh God!” she cried out, “Fuck me now. Please!” That was all I needed to hear out of that thick little slut. I dropped my pants down to my ankles and revealed my throbbing cock. I rubbed it up and down her slit a few times to get it good and wet when she reached down between her legs and grabbed my cock. The little dick hungry whore pulled my cock right up to her pussy and guided it in.
I’d like to say that I gave her a good long fuck, but that tight twat of hers squeezing around my cock was driving me crazy. She kept begging me not to stop, but I pulled my cock out of her long enough to roll her over so she was bending over my desk. I smacked a hand down on her plump ass and spread those big round twins apart.
My cock was still covered in juices from her pussy, but for good measure I spit some on her puckering asshole. I told her to hold her ass cheeks apart for me, and just like the good girl she’s proved to be, she did. I rubbed the head of my dick around that rosy hole before pushing it in her. I went in little by little until almost all 6 and a half inches of me were inside her. I couldn’t believe it, but her ass was even tighter than her perfect pussy.
I held on to her hips and pounded that ass like I hadn’t had a woman in months. She grunted and moaned with pleasure. Then she started begging me to fill her up with cum. That’s what did it. She kept talking about how she wanted my cum up her ass and I just lost it inside her. I kept pumping her ass as I filled it with cum which made for a nice gooey mess all up and down her slit. It took me a second to realize it wasn’t just my cum oozing out down there. Her pussy had squirted cum all over my balls, and since they’d been slapping against that pussy of hers, it was pretty well all covered in a mix of our cum.
I glanced up at the clock and saw it was 15 after 5. “Shit. Tell your mom I was late getting started with you,” I said.
She turned around and grinned at me. “It seems like you moved in for the fucking pretty fast if you ask me!” she declared with a giggle. She wiggled her ass and my cock popped right out. She stood with her bare ass rubbing against my crotch as she slipped back into her shirt and buttoned it.
When she finished that, she slipped her hand between her legs and brought her fingers back up dripping in cum. I saw her hesitate and study her fingers like they were something completely new to her. She turned around and faced me suddenly and brought those cum drenched fingers up to her swollen lips and rubbed as much on them as she put in her mouth.
After that, I was too stunned to say much. She brushed past me, picked up her case and music and walked out. I had wanted to ask if I should schedule her for next week, but I knew I had to get home to my wife so I could do something about this hard on my slutty student left me with.