Im A Sucker For… - Innocent High - Teamskeet

As I skipped down the street, my heart pounded with excitement. Today was the day I had been dreading all month - my mother's parent-teacher conference with Mr. Fitzergood. But fate had other plans for us. As luck would have it, Mom had to work late, so I found myself heading home early, completely alone.

I let myself into the house, carefully closing the door behind me. I knew my older sister was out and wouldn't be home for hours. Quickly, I changed out of my school uniform and into something more comfortable - a loose tank top and a pair of figure-hugging jeans. Just as I was about to call it a day and take a nap, there was a knock at the door.

My heart stopped. It couldn't be, could it? But there was no mistaking the figure standing on my doorstep - it was Mr. Fitzergood himself. Panic set in. What should I do? My first instinct was to hide, but then I remembered - Mr. Fitzergood had seen me changing into my skimpy outfit. My mouth went dry as I swallowed hard and opened the door.

Hello, Miss Jane," he said kindly. "I hope you're doing well. We were supposed to have a meeting with your mother, but she had to stay late at work. I was hoping we could still talk about your performance in school." His tone was professional, but I could sense the undercurrent of desire.

I let him inside, ushering him into the living room. We sat down and made small talk for a few minutes, discussing my grades and daily routine. But the more we talked, the more nervous I became. I could feel my heartbeat speed up, and my breathing became shallow. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy.

Suddenly, Mr. Fitzergood stood up, his face flushing. "I think it's time we continued this conversation in private. Is that okay with you?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

Without waiting for my response, he took my hand and led me upstairs to my bedroom. My heart was racing as I watched him from behind, my arousal growing by the second. As soon as we were in my room, he let go of my hand, and I heard a familiar rustling sound. He was getting undressed!

Quickly, I did the same, kicking off my shoes and stripping out of my clothes. My tank top came off, revealing my black lace bra and perky nipples. I looked over at Mr. Fitzergood, who was now standing by my bed, his erection clearly visible through his pants.

Come here," he whispered, beckoning me closer. Overcome by lust, I climbed onto my bed and lay down on my stomach, feeling his hot breath on my neck. And then, without warning, he was between my legs, his tongue exploring my inner thighs.

His hands gently tugged at my cotton panties, pulling them down to reveal my wet pussy. My body trembled with anticipation as he buried his face between my legs, inhaling my scent deeply. And then, he started eating me out, his tongue dancing around my clit, driving me crazy with pleasure.

I moaned loudly, arching my back as he licked and sucked on my sensitive bits. It felt so good, better than anything I had ever experienced before. My hips bucked upwards, grinding against his face as he continued to feast on my pussy.

I was close. So close. And then, suddenly, I felt the most intense pleasure wash over me, like a tidal wave crashing into me. My whole body shuddered, and I screamed out his name as I came, my juices pooling around his eager lips.

Spent, we lay there together for what felt like hours, catching our breath. Finally, Mr. Fitzergood pulled away, his face flushed with shame but also desire. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I couldn't help myself.

Don't be sorry," I whispered back, reaching out to hold his hand. "It was amazing." And it was. A memory I would treasure forever.