How I [F] got face fucked by my teacher [M] (Part 2)

A couple weeks after were extremely weird. I just felt embarrased by what happened. This was something I truly hated: I’ve always felt uncomfortable a few minutes after having sex or masturbating. I felt guilty and ashamed and I never even knew why. Deep down, I knew I liked being face fucked by my teacher, but I tried my best to put it behind me. I was still attending classes regularly and I saw him about 4 times a week. I had so much trouble looking him in the eyes and just participating in class… It probably goes without saying that I stopped talking to him after class and just avoiding him as much as I could, which was quite noticeable.

This went on for a couple weeks. As usual, I’d try to put everything in my bag and leave the classroom as soon as possible, but as I was leaving, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Oh fuck.” I muttered.

“Close the door please, we should talk.” He said in a calm voice, not sounding like the person who face fucked me not so long ago.

I did as I was told and regretted it instantly. It was time to face him, which was certainly not going to help me feel less ashamed of myself.

“I can see that you’ve been avoiding me for a while now, which I understand.” He said, however, he was nervous. This meant that I wasn’t the only one who felt uncomfortable, which made me feel a bit better.

“I’m sorry Amy. I know that my words could never make things right, but I truly regret my actions that night. I shouldn’t have done that to you. Sadly, there’s times when I simply cannot control myself. But I can assure you, it will never happen again.” He said, with now visible shame in his eyes. It was quite rare for him to look into my eyes, he just tried to look down as much as possible.

It didn’t take long for me to start crying after he finished talking. Even though I kind of hated him at that point, my first reaction was to hug him. He didn’t resist and even pulled me closer, making me feel strangely warm. I was already ready to forgive him, despite the fact that he was so rough with me.

After getting myself together, I pulled away from him.

“I’m sorry, but I have to leave now. I’ll feel even worse if I continue talking about this right now.” I said with a shaky voice.

He agreed and told me to talk to him when I felt like it. It almost felt as if he was kind of relieved by this, but I think we both knew we had to do it at some point, no matter how bad it gets.

Surprisingly, I was ready to talk the next day, but I didn’t feel like going to his classroom. I’ve always found it hard to talk about serious/personal things, so text it is. It was quite normal for students to have some of their teachers’ phone numbers because it was often easier to reach them that way.

<Hello Mr. _____, it’s Amy. I just wanted to let you know that I’m ready to talk about what happened, is that okay with you?>

<Yes, of course! However, I’d rather not do this over text. Would you like to meet outside of school to talk about this in detail? We’d have as much time as we’d need and we sure do need it.>

I read that message with a gulp in my throat. There were a lot of things on my mind and I knew I actually wasn’t ready to face him. “How could I have been so dumb?” I thought to myself.

He later gave me a time and place to meet. It was a Friday after school from what I recall and he wanted us to go to a park, sit on a bench and just talk. This seemed weird to me, but I agreed. It was a little bit later at night, which meant that not many people would be out in the park that late and we definitely needed the privacy, so I agreed.

Anyway, we met in the park and it was already quite dark, not even being able to see each other’s faces very clearly. We sat down on a bench and honestly, it was almost as we were just repeating what we had said that day in his classroom. He’d keep saying how sorry he was and I told him not to apologise. I guess he saw that this was a waste of time, he got up to leave and started saying goodbye.

“I have a confession to make”, I started while he was slowly turning around. “I- I liked how rough you were.”

He was now facing me again and looked at me, his mouth opening a bit. This actually helped us get somewhere with this conversation. We talked in depth about what had happened, how he missed being in control in general, how he liked being that rough with me and had pretty much no choice… Lastly, I started opening up about how I liked it too, but also how bad I felt after.

We hugged before saying goodbye to one another, but I was feeling better so I had one more question before letting him leave.

“I just wanted to know… Was I really THAT bad at pleasing you?”

He let out an uneasy laugh before saying “Well… Look, you’re only 18.”

“Was it bad?”

“You’re going to have to practice, that’s it A-” he couldn’t even finish his sentence before I said “Would you mind practicing with me?” with a sudden boost of confidence.

Again, his jaw kind of dropped. We walked closer to each other and started kissing. I might have been turned on by him talking about his sex life a little bit and I couldn’t help but imagine him dominating him again… I of course didn’t think about feeling bad because, well, I was horny. I took my chances and reached my hand down towards his pants and luckily, I felt a hard cock. I even started unzipping his pants before he said “Stop, stop, we can’t do this.”

I wasn’t thinking at that point and I tried convincing him that I actually did want to do this. He kept telling me how he’d lose control, but I told him that I wanted him not to control himself.

He now started getting cheeky and said “Beg for it a little more.” with a dominant voice.

I did beg for it, I told him how I wanted him to teach me how to please him and if I failed, that he was allowed to use my mouth however he liked.

As expected, he agreed, sat on the bench we talked on and told me to follow. He undid his pants and I started playing with the waistband of his boders a little bit. He actually had a bit of trouble getting them off, since he had to move his hips. One of the things he didn’t think about was that his naked butt was going to be on the cold, wooden bench, which he pointed out and we both laughed. I laid my hands on his thighs, slowly starting to move them up and down, while he tucked my long hair behind my ears and played with it a little bit.

I wrapped my hands around his cock and started moving them up and down. In between moans he mentioned that I have the smallest hands he’s ever seen wrapped around his cock, which made me giggle. I was so comfortable at that point.

I soon asked for more instructions. He told me to move my hand a little bit faster and to squeeze him tighter. Of course, I did as I was told and was happy to hear him swear and moan.

Judging by what he did next, my hands weren’t enough and he pushed my head towards his cock. This made me even more turned on because he did this without warning and just took what he wanted. However, he was clearly controlling himself, he was kind of gentle. I started sucking on the tip as he gave me some pointers on what to do, such as: move my tongue in circles, use both my hands and mouth, and trace the sides of his cock with my tongue. I then procedeed to take him further into my mouth, while also trying to make eye contact. He’d call me a good girl sometimes and he even called me baby at some point, all these words encouraging me to please him as good as I possibly could. He held my hair in his fist and I tried my best to take all of him in my mouth, but I just couldn’t. Soon after, I felt him swell in my throat, knowing what this meant. I started going faster, and even though I hated the taste of cum, I wanted to swallow it for him and be a good girl. His already heavy and fast breathing got faster.

“I’m gonna cum” he said as he threw his head back.

He pulled me up into his lap and I was excited. I still had his seed in my mouth and wanted him to see me swallowing it, so I opened my mouth as he stared at me. I wrapped my hands around him and kissed him.

I thought that I’d feel bad, but I didn’t. He was so sweet to me and I thanked him for it.

“I should be thanking you” he giggled.

He put his boxers on and zipped up his pants before asking me if I needed a ride home. I said yes, but we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. He’d put his hand on my thigh every once in a while, slightly digging into my flesh. I loved the feeling his warm hand on my thigh, it was such a good feeling that I closed my eyes, hoping to stay like this for a while.

As this was happening, he drove to an empty parking lot, wondering what to do next. I thought he changed his mind about all this, but luckily, that didn’t happen. He even wanted me to come by his house since it was already really late, which I agreed to. I just called my parents and told them that I was going to stay over at a friend’s house. I knew they wouldn’t check, since I was 18, but I just wanted to think of a reason.

He drove me to his house in the middle of the night and carried me inside, to his bedroom. I was so tired by this point, but I wanted him. He laid me down on the bed and started kissing me while on top of me. One of the things I told him earlier that night was that I was too shy to take all of my clothes off, even during sex, so I’d usually keep my bra on. My boobs were something that I was very insecure about at that time (I was very skinny with F cup boobs). But he took everything off. First it was my shirt, then he kissed my neck, slowly moving towards my chest. I helped him take my bra off and he told me how beautiful they were, to which I melted.

He then took my skirt off, but he wanted me to leave my heels on for some reason. I had to start squeezing my legs just to feel some sort of friction down there. I wanted him so bad that I started shaking, to which he just giggled and parted my legs with some force.

I felt vulnerable being almost naked while he was fully clothed, but I later found out that he did that on purpose. He started brushing his finger around my clit, in tiny circles which made me go crazy. By the way, this was all through my panties and he wouldn’t take them off until I begged him to. I was soaked. He took my panties off and tried my entrance out before sliding one finger inside. There were times when he’d comment on how wet I was for him, but I honestly had trouble understanding him. I just knew I liked what he was doing. He put his mouth on my clit while his finger was still inside and I was in heaven. I was moaning loudly and I ran my fingers through his hair while he licked my pussy. After I while, I came on his fingers and lips. I was shaking and extremely sensitive, it took me a while to recover. No one has ever made me cum like that.

After I recovered, he asked me join him in the shower, which I gladly did. I was happy to finally see his strong body without having to imagine it through the shirts he was wearing. I fall asleep in his arms that night.

This was probably the last time he was ever this gentle with me.

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