“And that’s the end of class… Have a good rest of your day,” I dismissed my students, not a moment too soon. My cheeks were hot with blush from the intense gaze of one young man taking my course on symbolism in literature. I was sure he relished in making me uncomfortable in front of my class with his attention and suggestive comments. I needlessly shuffled a pile of papers on my desk, waiting for the last student to leave, trying to ignore the ache that had formed between my legs, deep in my core.
I swallowed hard before taking a deep breath and crossing the carpet to the door. I quickly made my way to the bathroom. After checking if the coast was clear, I sighed in soft relief as I splashed water on my face. Much better. I was still bent over the skin when the door opened behind me. I wasn’t worried about it until I heard the thick bolt of the lock clunk into place. Turning quickly, water dripping off my chin, I was met with the sight of a smug man leaning against the door.
“I didn’t think that I had affected you that much, Ms. Anderson,” my student grinned in a predatory fashion while I hurriedly wiped my face off.
“Uh, Adam… I didn’t… I don’t… Y-you shouldn’t be in here,” I was too flustered to make sense and I blushed again.
He pushed off the door and stalked forward, “don’t worry, Professor, I won’t let anyone see you like this.” I backed away from his intimidating height before bumping into the counter. He placed a hand on the cold granite on either side of my hips, effectively trapping me. I swallowed hard, keeping my eyes on his chest instead of looking up at him. A chuckle rumbled through his chest and he pressed closer. He tucked a hand under my chin and pulled my face up so that I had to meet his dark gaze. His other hand started to creep up my thigh, slowly pushing up the hem of my dress. Tingles broke out across my skin and I involuntarily shivered. Adam ducked his head and pressed his mouth to the heated flesh under my ear, his tongue tracing delicate patterns, making me arch and press hard against him. He smiled against my skin, “Ms. Anderson, you’ve been teaching us diligently all semester, let me repay the favor and teach you a little something in return.”
I moaned before blushing and pushed against him, trying to untangle myself, “W-we can’t…”
He pulled me harder against him and made a growl-like sound in his throat, “You’ve been teasing me all semester with those tight, ass and breast hugging dresses…. flouncing around in front of us… showing off those legs… I have to return the favor,” He groaned softly before attacking my mouth, his arms pulling me as close to him as I could get, a hand tangling in my hair and pulling my head to the angle he wanted. His lips were hungry and crushed bruisingly against my own. A squeal escaped me as one of his legs forced itself between both of mine, pressing up against my center. He made another noise of pleasure and pulled my dress up, baring my legs and lace panties. “This is what I’m talking about…” he broke the kiss, pressing his face back against my neck, panting softly, “…these legs have featured in my fantasies since I started taking your class.”
“A-Adam,” I moaned softly as his fingers rubbed between my legs, brushing across my clit, the panties still a layer between his skin and mine.
“Mmm…” He started to trace small circles around the bud, his teeth catching my earlobe and nipping softly. His fingers left and pushed my underwear out of the way so they could dip into my well. He sucked in a hard breath, “you’re soaking…”
I spasmed slightly, my hands gripping his shirt, yanking it up to reveal his toned stomach, wanting to see him. His fingers moved deeper, stroking my core in a deliciously pleasurable way that a coaxed another moan out. He stepped back, leaving me aching for more, as his other hand started to pull my panties down and out of the way before moving to take off his shirt and unbutton his pants. I stepped out of my underwear and he unzipped the back of my dress, pulling it down to reveal my breasts, nipples peaked and straining against the fabric of my bra.
Adam ran a thumb over one of the peaks before relieving me of the last item of clothing I was wearing except for my high heels which I kicked off. “I like you naked, you should wear less clothing more often,” he grinned before pushing his jeans down along with his underwear, letting his rather impressive length spring to attention. He was suddenly back against me, his mouth hungry on my skin, and his manhood pressed hard against my thigh. I whimpered softly as one of his hands worked its way up my thigh. His fingers were so close to my dripping arousal, I was shivering in anticipation, but he skipped over it and instead trailed his fingertips lightly over my stomach on his way to cup one of my breasts. He nipped my neck and then I felt his warm breath behind my ear, “Not yet darling… Not yet… I’m going to enjoy you.”
“Please,” I begged softly. His length had moved closer to my sex when he had shifted position and all I could think of was it filling me, giving me the pleasure he had promised with his touch. He nipped my earlobe in chastisement and lifted me onto the counter top, his hands squeezing my ass gently as he set me down. It was cold, causing my nipples to harden further until they were painfully erect. Seeing my discomfort, he closed his mouth over one straining peak, his hand massaging the other. His other hand was caressing my skin, raising goose-flesh wherever it touched. The warmth of his mouth eased my discomfort and brought little sparks of pleasure, causing my breathing to quicken. I could feel the heat between my legs grow and my sex started to drip, strands of nectar falling onto the counter and floor when I spread my legs to relieve some of the ache. I groaned softly and pulled Adam closer, my fingernails digging into his back and leaving burning streaks of my need.
“Ms. Anderson,” his voice was husky and rough, “I can smell your arousal, and you’re so wet. I want to fuck you senseless… Let me…” And with those words, he slid his length home with one thrust. He filled me just as deliciously as I thought he would, his straining manhood reaching deep within me. He moaned against my neck. I could feel his muscles tighten with the effort to not just pound my pussy within an inch of its life. Another groan and he started to pull out. I let out a shuddering breath and arched my back, spreading my legs further so he had as much access as I had to offer. He looped each of my legs over each of his arms, hands braced on the counter, as he pushed back in and picked up pace, his own breathing picking up in time with his rhythm. I could feel every inch of him inside of me, the throbbing muscle twitching inside me every time he paused deep in my sex.
“Adam… Adam, please,” I moaned, leaning back against the mirror and bracing myself. Pleasure flooded my body with each movement, leaving me panting and my body begging for more. My knees were weak and shaky, my toes curled tightly as wave after wave crashed into me. He moved faster, grunting with the effort as his rhythm became almost animalistic.
Too soon, he shuddered and slowed before pulling out. “Get down and turn around, I want to take you from behind and make use of that mirror,” he ordered softly, his hand stroking his length slowly, the tip glistening with pre-cum and my own sweet nectar. I slid off the counter, landing on shaky legs and followed his directions. I whimpered as my stomach and breasts touched the chilly counter top, but the cold was soon forgotten as Adam stepped up behind me. I was panting softly, anticipation growing in my chest as I waited for him to enter again.
My moan as he thrust his thick length deep into my sex echoed around the bathroom. He hit a wonderful spot inside me and I moaned again louder. He leaned over me and shushed me softly as he kept up rhythm, continuing to hit that same spot, pleasure drowning my body. My moans didn’t stop until he pressed a hand over my mouth, his other hand cupping my breast, and his mouth sucking gently at the skin under my ear, all while he continued to pound into me at a steady pace, my orgasm building sharply.
“Come on, baby, cum for me,” he groaned softly in my ear, his thrusts pushing deeper and deeper inside me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I moaned into his hand, thrusting my hips back to meet him. He pulled his hand away from my mouth so he could grip my hips, reaching deep into my pleasure center.
“Ah… A-Adam…” I cried out as my orgasm crashed through me and felt his rhythm become sloppy as he joined my high in his own. He pulled out sharply and thick spurts of his pleasure laced my back. His fingers replaced his length, his thumb circling my clit and prolonging my orgasm to unimaginable heights. I shook and my legs spasmed underneath me, my own pleasure dripping down my inner thighs, an erotically embarrassing reminder that I had just been fucked practically senseless by one of my students.
The student-in-questions’ mind seemed to be in the same place as he jokingly said, “Mmm, I’ve never brought a teacher to orgasm before, but then again, no teacher has ever made me feel this kind of pleasure before either…” He traced a finger up my leg and then brushed it across my now sensitive bud. I shuddered and moaned, my body betraying me as pleasure filled my core once again. “I can see that I have a similar effect on you,” he continued on thoughtfully, his finger touching me again eliciting the same reaction.
“A-Adam…” I moaned and started to push my hips back toward him again, silently begging for more of his touch.
“Mm, I love it when you moan my name,” He grinned and started to clean his mess off of my back, continuing to speak while he worked, leaving me to enjoy the rumble of his voice and shiver with pleasure every time his fingers brushed by my clit which seemed to be happening more and more frequently, “Let me take you again… and again. I want to fill every inch of your tight pussy and leave you begging for more.”
He pulled me up into his arms and kissed me softly, his hips pushing against mine and pinning them against the counter. He purred against my neck not even waiting for an answer before starting to give into our lust. The passion between us increased once again and his hard manhood was pressed against my core, begging for entrance. My center throbbed and ached for him and I willingly opened my legs. He thrust home, filling me completely. We moaned in unison and his pace started, warmth and pleasure flooding my body.
I came again in his arms and he filled me with his nectar before we finally broke apart, sweating and satisfied, only to eat and rejoin in my home, partaking in each other again and again until sleep claimed us both.
It was a wonderful semester to say the least.
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