Teacher's pet

Nataly signed up for guitar lessons because she wanted to sing. James had the hands for it—long fingers that moved fast over the strings, a voice that made the notes hang in the air. She watched him and felt the same itch between her legs she always got when something looked too good to stay innocent. She came to class in a short plaid skirt and a white blouse that left the top button open. James tried to keep it professional, chords and scales, but she kept shifting on the stool, letting the skirt ride higher. When he finally set the guitar aside, she smiled like she’d won. Nataly slid off her seat and onto her knees. She freed him from his jeans and took him in her mouth without asking, tongue working in slow circles. James groaned and threaded his fingers through her blonde hair, guiding her deeper. She swallowed him until her eyes watered, spit running down her chin. He pulled her up, bent her over the music stand, and shoved her skirt to her waist. No panties. He spit on her ass and pressed in, stretching her open. Nataly gasped, then pushed back until he was buried to the hilt. He fucked her ass in hard, steady strokes, the stand creaking under them. She reached down and rubbed her clit until her legs shook. When he was close he pulled out and spun her around. She dropped to her knees again, mouth open, and took the first hot spurt across her tongue. The rest painted her lips and cheeks. She looked up at him, cum dripping from her chin, and licked her lips clean.