After school (MF) (teacher and student)

I licked my lips nervously, and tried to pull down my skirt. I didn’t want to get a detention for being out of uniform during the last week of my senior year, much less a detention from Mr. Anderson. I knocked on the door lightly, and waited until I heard his warm, muffled shout of “Come in!”

He was sitting behind his desk, the full afternoon sun slanting across his features. I felt a pinch in my stomach – or lower than my stomach – every time I looked at him. His shirt was taut across his broad chest and biceps, rolled up to expose the veins that crawled from his wrists to his forearms. His lips curled easily into a smile, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of them.

“I’m here for my meeting.”

“Of course! My last grade evaluation of the day, saved the best for last…” He pulled out a folder with my papers over the past semester, and jumped into an in-depth description of my essay skills, or something. All I could think about was how damn good he looked, and how horny I had been all day. I could feel my panties getting wetter beneath my green checked skirt, and my inner thighs tensed. I had to keep myself under control, but with him so close to me, it was so hard…

“So what are your plans for this summer?”

I snapped out of my daze. His smooth brown eyes were on mine, and my cheeks flushed as I muttered. “I – I don’t know. Work, or something?”

“You should work on some of that reading for summer.” He leaned back in his chair. “College can be intense – don’t they have you reading *The Scarlet Letter* for freshman lit? Hawthorne’s a tough author to get through. Do you have a copy?”

He must have taken the confusion on my face for an answer, because he suddenly stood up and moved towards the back of his tiny office, past and behind me to a bookshelf, where he began sorting through dozens of worn novels. I knew it was wrong, but watching him move so close to me set a fire inside me. The tensing of his shoulders as he pushed up from his chair, the movement up his hips in his well-fitting dress pants – I couldn’t help myself. I slid my hand under my skirt and panties, and gasped slightly as I began to touch the hot wetness below. All I could think about was him, as taboo as it was, and I closed my eyes.

Suddenly, I felt a hand over mine – moving over my trembling fingers, massaging my tingling skin. My eyes shot open as he leaned over my chair and whispered, “I can help you with that.” I pulled my hand away, and inhaled sharply as his large fingers slid in a circle around my tender clit. It felt so much better than when I did it, and I could feel his excitement as his breathing sped up to match mine. His lips touched my neck, and his tongue pressed into my skin as he began to lightly suck and bite my tender skin. His fingers increased in speed, and I arched my back in pleasure.

He pulled away, and my body ached in absence – and then he pulled me out of my chair and pushed me back up against his desk. We stood in silence for a minute, his eyes hungry and fixed on my body. “Damn,” he breathed heavily, and then his mouth was on mine. I had been kissed before, by scared boys in parties reeking of cheap alcohol, but now I was being kissed by a man. His tongue was soft, and then demanding as he probed the inside of my mouth, and I could feel how hard he was as he ground his hips against mine. I lifted my leg and wrapped it around him so that the bulge in his pants fit to the wetness between my legs. He pulled away from my mouth, and moved his towards the curves of my chest as he unbuttoned my blouse. I closed my eyes and leaned into the sensation of his warm tongue inching towards my collarbone, his head between my breasts, his lips sucking lightly on my nipples as I gasped, his breath fast against my navel.

In one smooth motion, he pulled my skirt and underwear over my hips, and moved his tongue to the place where I wanted him most. It felt…amazing. His tongue probed the center of my clit, making every nerve below my waist scream, and the slight suction that followed drove every thought from my mind. I felt a finger gently enter me, and then another, exploring my insides as I rocked my hips back and forth to the pace of his expert caresses.

Just when I thought that I would lose it somehow – moan, scream, give some hint to the rest of the school what was happening in his tiny office – he stood up, pulling his shirt off in one smooth motion. His torso was a mass of finely tuned muscle, strong arms and wide shoulders, tight abdominal muscles that trailed down to the massive bulge between his hips. He unzipped his fly and just like that, I could see all of his magnificent body. He was huge and erect now, and I bit my lip as I imagined taking all of him inside me. “We have to be quiet,” he whispered as he turned me around and bent me over the desk.

I could feel my loins throbbing in anticipation. “Yes, sir.”

Slowly, I felt his cock push into me. My legs twitched uncontrollably as he filled me up, hitting the perfect spot inside. When he thrust forward for the first time, his hips slamming into my ass and thighs, I moaned quietly. God, he was the perfect size for me. As he rocked his body forward again, and again, I bit the collar of my shirt to muffle my sounds of pleasure. Now he moved faster, pressing my body into the cold wood of the desk, and I had to brace myself against the tabletop. My breasts were exposed through the open bodice of my shirt, and my hard nipples brushed the tabletop as my hands skidded among the schoolwork we were on top of. He was fucking me hard now, at a furious pace, and I could hear his groans of pleasure mingling with mine. “Your pussy is driving me insane,” he breathed, slamming himself into me again. “I’ve been waiting to feel it on my dick all year long.”

He pulled out and flipped me onto my back, sweeping books and papers to the floor carelessly. I let him move my body to the position he wanted, happy to be used the way he wanted. He slid himself into me again, and now I could see him as he fucked me fiercely, the way the cords in his arms stood out as his hands gripped my shaking hips, the sweat dripping down the contours of his chest, the way his hair was askew and his body was flushed as we panted in rhythm. My body was filled with excitement now, and I could feel myself beginning to contract and tighten around his powerful movements as I reached the peak of ecstasy. I could feel that he was about to cum, too – he was forcing himself into me now, where I was hot and dripping wet all over him, and the desk where I had sat for countless meetings was rocking back and forth as if it would break. Now, it felt like we were one, racing towards the climax together, moaning and fucking and panting in unison. Suddenly, my entire body lurched forward, and I couldn’t resist screaming as I orgasmed with a force I had never imagined. My entire body was on fire, my cunt pulsing as I writhed wildly. I could feel my teacher spilling inside me as he gasped my name hoarsely, our cum on the desk and floor of my school. Our sweat had dripped over papers and books, and the smell of hot sex surrounded us as our forbidden orgasm reached its peak.

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