Diaries of a Teenage Hooker

01

The first time I slept with someone, I was sixteen. Some may think that's too young, others, too late. I know people who'd lost their virginities as young as thirteen, and although disturbing, the experience they had by the time they turned eighteen was even more disturbing. A very good example of such a human was Kendrick Ross, a senior at my school who every girl was dying to sleep with.

              Legend said he could work a girl so good that she would pass out. His tongue worked miracles, they said. His impressive penis could allegedly earn you a glimpse of sexual heaven.

              I hadn't been with anyone in a while, and I was ready to get back into the game. I was going to fuck Kendrick Ross. With that mission planted firmly in my head, I headed up to the senior class. It would soon be time for literature.

              I had hoped that maybe, he'd be in class much earlier than anyone else and that I could use this time to place my offer, but instead, I was met with his literature teacher, a man in his thirties. Mr. Jenson wasn't anything special, but he was definitely easy on the eyes. I wondered why he was sitting there, his body seeming to jerk as low grunts continued to escape him. He was looking down, so he certainly couldn't see me.

              "Mr. Jenson?" I called.

              A vaguely familiar sound filled the empty room as the blonde teacher looked up at me suddenly. When I thought about it enough, it reminded me of the sound of a trouser zip being pulled up in a hurry. Curious, I walked forward, my legs moving of their own accord.

              From a distance, his fingers were soggy and his legs were spread open underneath the table, and once I was beside him, I finally saw what exactly he was doing. The man looked up at me with wide eyes, nearly fearful, as his bottom lip trembled. He looked like a kid who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and despite myself, I felt sorry for him.

              I couldn't really understand what happened in the next few seconds I looked at the erect organ between his legs. Moisture began pooling between my legs, and I felt a certain familiar heat in the bottom of my belly. He was still looking at me, but I could tell that he too had felt the atmosphere shift.

              "Need help?" I purred.

              "W–what?" the poor man stammered, looking at me bewilderedly.

              I nearly broke into a fit of giggles. "I want to help you," I said, reaching forward and touching his tip lightly.

              He jerked forward, his short angry cock yearning for more of my touch. Embarrassed, the poor man quickly put his length back in his trousers and leaned forward, placing his hands on the table. "What I want, is for you to leave," he said hurriedly.

              I laughed and shoved his hands off the table. Lifting one leg, I eased myself onto his table and parted my legs. I knew he could see between my legs. "Thongs," I said seductively. "You don't even have to take them off. Just shift them to the side and do whatever you want."

              The man gulped. I could just see his self control fading as the minutes ticked by.

              "What are you waiting for sir? Don't you want me? A chance like this isn't going to come again in a million years." I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, watching as his eyes went wide at the sight of my cleavage.

              He gulped, but telling by the determined look that crossed his face, that seemed to do the trick. The teacher inched forward and trailed his finger down my soaking wet panties. He pressed a finger against the rapidly enlarging wet spot.