[MF] I [F] finally fucked my high school teacher [M].

(This went from a story into a short novel! TLDR: we fucked)

Ever since I can remember, the thought of getting intimate with a teacher has always done something to me. It didn’t really matter if he was handsome, it was that feeling of being preyed on by an authority figure that I craved.

I was the type of student who tried to impress my teachers nonchalantly. As in, I put in some effort but wanted to seem like I didn’t. In my final year of high school (a couple years ago), I was blessed to have Mr. Martin as my English teacher. Mr. Martin was known around school to be the tough yet considerate type. He really cared about his students, but was ready to lay down the law if need be. I was immediately attracted to him. His business-casual dress highlighted his toned physique, with a tucked-in shirt that featured a nice man butt. Mr. Martin was caucasian with brown hair and about six feet tall. He towered over my small 5’5″ figure. It wasn’t difficult to focus in class, as Mr. Martin was actually a decent teacher. Of course, whenever I zoned out, I imagined him bending me over his small office desk after school (how cliche).

I graduated without anything happening with Mr. Martin, and moved away for college. Last summer, I was back home without an internship or volunteering gig. I was in a coffee shop trying to look around for basic jobs for the couple months I would be home when I turned around to see a familiar face. There was Mr. Martin, sitting at a table with a small hot drink by himself. He spotted me shortly after, and waved me over. After a couple minutes of catching up, I told him that I was working on applying to law school. He seemed pretty excited about it, as he apparently wanted to become a lawyer himself in his younger days. To my surprise, Mr. Martin then offered to look over my essay. I told him how helpful that would be, and boldly asked if he would like to meet up in the same coffee shop the following weekend. We exchanged emails, and I left. As soon as I got home, I checked my inbox to see an email from Mr. Martin. It read, “It was great to see you today! I’m always glad to see that my former students are doing well. I’d actually be more comfortable texting if that’s okay with you. You can reach me at (XXX) XXX-XXXX. Martin”

We exchanged texts throughout the week and ultimately met the following Saturday. However, we did not talk about my paper. Instead, we ended up gossiping about the graduated students and their personal and professional lives. The conversation drifted into a romantic direction, where we talked about how a few students were getting married and even pregnant. I mentioned that I did not have a boyfriend, and he questioned why. Thus came forth my many explanations that I was too busy, didn’t want to be tied down, needed to focus on school, etc etc. The real truth was that I was too shy to approach guys, and they didn’t really approach me either. Feeling defensive, I asked him why he was still single. He explained that he had just gotten out of a long term relationship, and surprisingly told me that the reason was a dwindling sex life. Of course, I was taken aback at why he would even tell me this. His next sentence answered my question.
“I see that you’ve grown into a very responsible woman. Quite frankly, I think you’re quite attractive and any man would be lucky to have you.” To be honest, I was a little uncomfortable but aroused nonetheless. All my memories of fantasizing about Mr. Martin came back. I hopped on the opportunity by asking him if he had a printer. I hadn’t yet taken out my paper from my bag, and thought that I’d tell him I needed to print it out for him to look at. He knew I was being sly, and mentioned that his place was just a few minutes away. He could leave to go print it and be back in twenty minutes tops. Of course, being the gentlewoman I am, I offered to go with him to assist in the printing.

We got to his place five minutes later. I sat on the couch, and pulled my laptop out to email him my paper. Mr. Martin came to sit next to me, giving me a brief run down about his small yet homey place. (Un)Fortunately, there was an open tab of this subreddit on my browser, and Mr. Martin was quick to notice. He complimented my “style” of porn, while moving his hand to my jean-covered thigh. He suggested I click on one of the stories so that we could judge the writing style. As we skimmed the page while both trying not to seem too interested, his hand started creeping up my thigh. I glanced down and could see a bulge forming. I turned my face towards him, and he moved his head down to whisper in my ear, “Are you alright with this?” Instead of answering, I placed my hand on his crotch and started sliding it up and down. I could feel his dick hardening, threatening to escape his pants. He ordered me to take my shirt and bra off, but leave my jeans on. I complied, and started to take his belt off and undo his pants button. As I lowered his boxers, he unbuttoned his dress shirt but left it mostly on. This is a huge turn-on for me, and I put my mouth on his six inch dick and started bobbing up and down while he massaged my B cup breasts. Normally, I don’t like giving BJs, but I was so horny from his hands and his deep moans. I felt my pussy start to pulse and I told him that I wanted him to fuck me like his little slut. He threw me on to the couch and forced my jeans down just enough to expose my pink pussy. He put his mouth to my clit and his fingers in my slit, pumping in and out until I came with a shudder. This was the best orgasm I’d had probably ever. He put dragged his dick, dripping with pre-cum, across my labia and settled it on my entrance. He stopped, said he was clean, and asked me the same and if I was on the pill. I nodded, and he slipped his dick inside of me. It felt so good, all I wanted was for him to keep going. He stopped after a few pumps and flipped me over to do doggy style. One of his hands grabbed my hair to pull my head back, while the other slapped my ass. He fucked me with full force, hitting my cervix with every pump. I was playing with my clit and could feel another orgasm building. By his increased speed, I could feel that he was close as well. I looked back at him and told him, begged him, to come inside of me. I wanted to feel his dick twitch as I came too. The look on his face indicated that he loved what I was saying, and his moans grew louder. I increased the pressure on my clit and timed it so that I came right before he did. He came with a grunt, and bent over to kiss me for the first time as the final spurts entered me. I turned onto my back and he lay on top of me with his softening dick still in my vagina. After a few minutes, he sat up and looked at me to say “I think the printer is ready by now, let’s look over your paper.”

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