This is my first time writing erotic literature, and I would greatly appreciate some feedback!
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I had just placed the last book in the book stand, and taken a step backwards to admire my work, when the door to my classroom opened slowly, followed by a few quick knocks. It was the last day of school before the exams and the halls had been buzzing with quiet uneasy and excitement about the upcoming exams and the impending graduation all day. I had spent the day organizing my classroom, getting ready for the next school year, with new students and new horizons to broaden.
At this point, it was already late in the afternoon, and most of the students and faculty had already gone home, so I was surprised to hear a knock at my door. I spun around, as a head of smooth blond hair slipped through the door revealing one of my students, Matthew. Matthew had experienced a turbulent school year, risking expulsion many times, and we had had many talks about life and school, about finding yourself and being who you want to be and not what was expected of you. Right from the very beginning, I had sensed that we had a special connection and I got the feeling that he really appreciated having someone in which to confide. Matthew came from a rich family, with parents who spent more time on their yacht than with their children, and he stood out in the faded school halls with his smooth blond hair always neatly combed back, his blue flirtatious eyes and his mischievous smile. Matthew always wore dark blue dress pants and a white shirt, making him look more like a business man than a high school student. Matthew was eighteen but looked as if he was in his late twenties. Even his body had more manly features than boyish. A sharp jaw, a slim but toned upper body, which was just barely visible underneath the white shirt, and he was tall, very tall, not that most of my students didn’t seem tall compared to my 5`1 stature.
Matthew closed the door behind him and drew closer. I could tell that something was up, there was an edge to his always playful features, an edge I had never seen before. “What’s up? Shouldn’t you be heading home?” I asked looking at him with a teasing smile, as he stopped in front of me. “Yes, but there is something I need to tell you”, Matthew said looking down at his shoes, as if avoiding my gaze. “What’s up Matthew?” I asked, walking to my desk to put the last pencils in my desk draw. Matthew followed me slowly and as I stopped in front of my desk, Matthew moved closer, disregarding all notions of personal space. He was so close now, I could feel his breath on my face. I looked up as his bright blue eyes met mine. He stepped even closer and I instinctively took a few steps back, feeling the cold of the whiteboard against my back as I took the last step. Matthew closed the distance and placed his hands on either side of me on the whiteboard, keeping his arms stretched as he looked down at me. “Matthew, you are too close. What’s is up with you today? Step back!” I said pushing against his chest. He didn’t move. He just looked at me. “I want you”, he whispered, gaining new resolve and inching himself even closer to me. I was trapped between his arms and the whiteboard.
“I want you. I have wanted you since the very first day of class, and you can’t deny that we have a special connection. I know you want me too. I’ve seen how you look at me, hungry, thirsty but pained.” I gasped at his words. Had I really looked at him like that? No, I couldn’t have. I never would. I couldn’t deny the special connection, but this was wrong. I was his teacher, 7 years his senior and this kind of intimacy was out of place. “Matthew, I think you are reading too much into our talks. This is wrong, and you need to let me go.” I said as calmly as I could muster, trying to get past his arms, so I could leave. Matthew grabbed both of my hands with one hand and held them above my head, against the whiteboard. His other hand started to caress my face and move down to my full, voluptuous breasts and further down over my stomach, down to my thighs, then back up again grabbing my chin. He looked me in the eye once more, penetrating me with a lustful gaze, before placing a forceful kiss on my lips. I tried to get out of his grip but to no avail. He was much stronger than me and no amount of wiggling or pushing helped against his strong grasp on my hands.
“Do you know how hard it’s been to watch you these past two years, with your tight dresses revealing your luscious curves, your full breasts, your sweet little tummy and that thick ass?” I struggled harder to get lose, but Matthew just chuckled and pressed himself against me harder. “You can struggle all you want, that will just make it more fun for me. I know, you want this. I can see your nipples hardening underneath that silky white shirt and I am sure that if I stuck my hands down your tight black skirt, I would find a very hot, moist spot between your legs”. Matthew chuckled once more, an unfriendly chuckle, and started unbuttoning my blouse with his free hand. He opened each button slowly, revealing my bra button by button, as if he had all the time in the world. I tried to struggle more, but Matthew kept me tightly pinned to the whiteboard. When he was done unbuttoning my blouse, he gave my bra a quick yank and my full breasts fell out, like plump melons from a grocery bag. I could feel my cheeks heat up. I was so embarrassing. Not only, was I half naked in front of my student, but he was right, my nipples were hard. I was so turned on despite myself that I couldn’t hide it any longer.
Matthew bent down still enforcing a strong hold on my arms and started kissing and sucking on my nipples. As his lips grazed the first one, I moaned loudly to my own surprise. It had been so long since someone had touched me like that, even my boyfriend had gotten over his initial excitement over my sensuous attributes. I could feel Matthew smile against my skin, as he kept kissing and sucking on my breasts. I wanted to struggle still, but my body was betraying me. I could feel the excitement build inside of me and a wetness forming between my legs. In the heat of the moment, I couldn’t help but close my eyes in pure pleasure.
I should never have done that because at that very moment Matthew decided to take advantage of my heedlessness, and in three shift moves, he had let go of my hands, thrown me over my desk and secured my hands with handcuffs, which had somehow magically appeared from his pockets, to the legs of my desk. I was now lying on my stomach on the desk with my feet still on the ground, my ass in the air and my breasts fully exposed and pushed against the dark cedar wood. In this position, and fixed to the desk, there was nothing I could do to escape, even if I wanted, which part of me did and part didn’t. “This is the ass, I’ve been longing for. The ass that every guy in A-level English has been dreaming of. Just looking at it is getting me so hard.” Matthew said circling my desk, as he looked over my partially exposed body. I tried to get lose once more, but I couldn’t even budge the desk I was handcuffed to. I was stuck.
Matthew stopped behind me and a second later I felt two hands undoing my skirt in the back, pulling it down to my ankles. “Oh, Miss A., you saucy minx. A thong, really?” Matthew exclaimed, smirking. I could feel my cheeks growing even redder. “Let me go, Matthew. This is beyond inappropriate!” I cried feeling tears sting at the corner of my eyes. “I’m not letting you go. I want you. I love you and I want to show you just how much, in the only way, I know how. You told me to be whoever I wanted to be, and I want to be your lover, so incredibly bad.” Matthew replied as he placed a warm hand on my left bum cheek. First, I felt warmth from his hand, next I felt a sharp pain as his hand touched my buttocks once again in one shift strike. I cried out in pain and felt the tears run down my cheeks. “Quit your crying. You want this. Say you want this!” Matthew demanded as he slapped my ass even harder. I kept quiet, I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that this was turning me on. I felt another slap warming my bottom, leaving a slight sting. I didn’t say anything. One more slap, this time so forceful that I couldn’t help but moan out in pain. “See, you want this. Just say it” Matthew demanded once more. Another slap hit my bottom, and this time the pain was unbearable. So unbearable that I couldn’t stop myself from crying out. “Say it!” he ordered. “I want this.” I sobbed, through my silent tears. “Now stop, please!” I cried. I was broken. The humiliation, the pain, the inescapable situation had all gotten to me and I couldn’t fight it anymore. I just wanted it to end. “Good little bitch, now let me show you how much I love you”. I felt a cold breeze against my pussy as Matthew gently removed my thong. I was drenched and there was no denying it, I could feel my juices running down my inner thighs. “Oh, what have we here? A soaking wet pussy, just as expected!” Matthew taunted. I felt his fingers caress my ass, then move down to my lips, running a finger up and down along my very wet slit. I squirmed.
“So warm and inviting but wait! I need to make sure you don’t go telling anyone about this.” Matthew reasoned as he stepped away from me. I could see from the corner of my eye that he was pulling out his phone. Before I could even react, I heard the camera from his phone click several times as he circled my desk. He was taking pictures of me. In this position. This way. He kept circling my desk, making sure to capture my humiliation from every angle, but stopped in front of my face. I looked down, not wanting him to take a picture of my face. If they couldn’t see my face, I might be able to convince them that it was someone else, which was especially important in regards to my employer, who wouldn’t be my employer for much longer, if this got out in the open. But before I could finish that thought, Matthew had grabbed my chin and yanked my face up. “I need to see that pretty face of yours, Miss A.” Matthew teased, taking picture after picture of my red, puffy, tear-stained face. “No” I cried. “Please don’t. Don’t do this, Matthew. Please!” I cried, pleading for him to stop. “I don’t think this is enough. I think we need a more.. powerful.. picture, to make sure you don’t go telling this to everyone. We wouldn’t want our affaire to stop, even before it has begun.” Matthew said thoughtfully. He put the phone down next to me and started unbuttoning and unzipping his dress pants, revealing a huge bulge in his black boxer. Matthew snickered, as he saw the surprised look on my face. “Oh, someone’s curious now, huh?”. He removed his boxers, with a self-satisfied smirk on his lips and my eyes widened even further as his cock emerged from the depths of his underwear. It was, definitely, below average length, but the girth of it, had taken me by surprise. It was unbelievable. It was perfect.
Matthew tossed his pants and boxers to the side and approached me again, standing so close to me that his erect cock was just inches away from my face. It was so close, I could feel its warmth. “Now, suck it, Miss A.” Matthew demanded, smiling mischievously and swinging his cock back and forth in front of my face. “No. I won’t do that. You can’t make me. Please, stop now, Matthew” I pleaded, sounding almost like a child who’s unwilling to each his or her vegetables. “I am your teacher, for God’s sake!”. “Oh, I’ll have you screaming to high heavens, before I’m done with you” Matthew snickered, sending me a wide smile. He then grabbed the back of my head with one hand and pinched my nose with the other, forcing me to breath through my mouth. As it open to let in air, he pushed his cock in as far as he could until I was choking. He started moving his cock back and forth fucking my mouth, slowly at first, moaning with each thrust. “Your mouth feels so good, Miss A. It’s so soft and warm.” Matthew moaned. I didn’t know what to do. Handcuffed in this position and with his hand on the back of my head keeping it steady, there was nothing I could do and in complete honesty, I was loving it. I had dreamed about such an encounter for a long time, but my current boyfriend had turned up his nose at the suggestion to bring rougher sex into our bedroom practices. Matthew grabbed my head with both his hands now and started fucking my mouth faster, drool running down my chin with each movement of his cock. I was choking violently now, as he thrust his cock further and further down my throat, but it only seemed to turn him on even more. “I’m going to cum, Miss A. Right here in your slutty little mouth.” Matthew half-moaned, half-roared. His voice had gotten deeper now, his moans more feral and raspy, and I could feel his cock vibrating and pulsing in my mouth. I braced myself for what was to come and had decided that I would swallow each and every last drop of cum to emerge from the tip of his fat cock. I wanted it to be over, as much as I wanted to taste him, to taste his warm seed fill my mouth.
Before I could finish that last thought, he stopped abruptly, his cock still in my mouth. “No.” He breathed. “I won’t let it end like this. I don’t want to come in your mouth, not now. I want your pussy.” Matthew slid his cock out of my mouth, leaving me coughing from the abuse my throat had just endured. He looked down at me, smiled and gently kissed me on my forehead, before he moved to the other side of my desk, stopping right in front of my exposed pussy and ass. “Oh my, Miss A. Look how wet you are. You really are a little cum slut, aren’t you?” Matthew taunted. I didn’t say anything, feeling my cheeks heat up with embarrassment once more. Matthew bend down and examined my pussy. I felt myself tense, fearing his next move. I wanted to feel his cock in my pussy, so terribly bad, but I knew that those feelings were coming from a place devoid of morals and professionalism, I was losing myself and my head was filled with thoughts of his cock in my pussy and in mouth. Thoughts of him and me meeting over and over to have sex, any time he wanted, any way he wanted. I wanted to be his completely and struggled to keep this desire suppressed. I was screwed. I still didn’t want him to know, how much I was actually enjoying this, because I shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t be enjoying the feel of his hands on my body and his cock in my mouth, but I was, more than I had enjoyed anything for a very long time.
I felt a finger run along my wet slit, the finger ran up and down my slit and was then pushed into my warm and wanting hole. I moaned loudly. Matthew let his finger move back and forth a few times, then moved it back out and put it in his mouth. I followed the trail of his finger, as it moved from my pussy towards his mouth, the best I could from my position and felt the embarrassment flow over me a third time. He was tasting me. He looked at me, as he tasted my juices and smirked at me, his playful eyes glowing. “You taste amazing, Miss A. You have a first class pussy!” I moaned even louder, as he pushed his finger back into my pussy, letting one finger become two, then three. He moved his fingers back and forth, increasing the tempo until I was moaning profusely. It felt amazing. His fingers were caressing my inside walls, and I felt a tension starting to build up inside my very core. A tension that was reinforced by the sheer eroticism of the situation. If he kept this up, I was going to cum. I tried to resist, not wanting to give him the satisfaction but within minutes, I felt the tension releasing and rushing like a wave from the pits of my core to the tips of my fingers and toes and back again. I moaned even louder as the wave of orgasm rushed over me, and Matthew, trying to quiet my moaning reached around and put his hand across my mouth muffling the noise. “Keep quiet, Miss A. We’re going to get caught.” Matthew laughed. “Now, it’s my turn, but I don’t want your pussy anymore. I want something else.” The edge in Matthew’s voice was back, and in my daze from the orgasm, I didn’t quite register what he meant.
Matthew parted my butt cheeks and spat down between them. He then rubbed the spit around my second opening and I squirmed in realization of what was to happen next. No way, was he allowed to do that. Matthew went from rubbing the area round my opening to pocking a finger inside. I had never had anyone do that to me before, and the sensation took me by surprise. At first it was quite painful, then it felt warm and as I could feel my opening relax, it felt good. Amazing even. But before I could enjoy the sensation of his finger, Matthew pulled it out, spat on his hand and rubbed it on his cock, whereupon he proceeded to jam his entire cock into my ass. The pain was sharp, intense and instant. It overwhelmed my body completely, and for a moment it darkened before my eyes, but as Matthew started thrusting, moving his massive cock in and out, the pain lessened and moan after moan started escaping my lips. As edged on by my moans, Matthew started thrusting faster. He grabbed my shoulders at first, pressing my body against his with each thrust, the desk moving inch by inch as he slammed into me. From my shoulders his hands found my hair, gathering it in a messy pony tail and pulling back my head as each thrust became more and more forceful. The pain of having my hair pulled was delicious. I could feel each cell in my body awaken with warm adrenaline flooding my system, and the sensation of his hard, pulsing cock in my ass was tightening the spring inside me, like a Jack in the Box, once again. As my moans became louder, so did his, the ferality and raspiness returning. “I’m cuming, Miss A. I’m going to explode in your tight little asshole. I’m going to fill you up.” Matthew moaned, through gritted teeth, right before I felt a warm explosion inside my opening. I could feel his warm cock pulsing and filling up my insides with his warm cum. Matthew roared as he released his cum in my ass and pulled my hair even tighter. Between the delightful feeling of having my hair pulled and his cum filling my ass, I lost myself into another orgasm. My body tightening around his cock pressing out every last drop of cum from his cock. Matthew fell forward landing on top of me, exhausted, breathing heavily and laughing softly. “That was incredible, Miss A. I knew I wouldn’t regret this, and I knew you wouldn’t either” Matthew whispered teasingly. Matthew staying on top of me for a few short moments, kissing my back softly and steadying his breathing.
After having regained his composure, Matthew pulled his cock out of my ass, put on his boxers and pants, smoothed back his hair, removing all trails of what had just happened. I looked at him from my restricted position, awaiting him to unlock the handcuff, so I could put my clothes back on and maybe persuade him to delete the photos, he had taken now that he had gotten what he wanted. But before I could do anything, Matthew started sauntering towards the door. Right before he reached it, he turned slowly as if remembering something and the panic that had started inside me, at seeing him by the door subsided, because surely he was coming back to release me now, but all he did was take another picture, wink at me, before opening the door and walking out and calling over his shoulder: “See you at the oral exam next week, Miss A.” as if nothing had ever happened. Fuck!
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