I accidentally send my teacher my erotica and he teaches me some things [Mf][Teacher/Student][Older man][Creampie][Virgin]

Shit.

Adrenaline kicks in and my heart races as I scramble to find the unsubmit button.

But god is cruel and so is Mr Thompson, it seems. He’s made the assignment single-submit only, and the time on the clock is 11:58pm, which means – 

A few hours from now, he’ll be reading my quality, hand-crafted erotica. About me. And him. Instead of the essay I was supposed to submit for history class.

“Fuck.” A thousand thoughts are rushing through my head as I go into panic mode.

He’s gonna see this and he’s gonna know about my obsession with him. What’s worse is that he’s gonna think I’m a creep who fantasies about her teacher fucking her in his office. And then he’s gonna tell everyone around the school, maybe even my parents. Everyone’s gonna know. I’m never gonna recover from this.

I’m choking on my thoughts and I jump at the sudden chirp my laptop made.

It’s an email. From Mr Thompson. 

*Hi Ella,*

*Please come by my office tomorrow after class.*

*C.T.*

Shit. Fuck. Shit.

————-

I try to prepare myself mentally for what’s to come before knocking on his door. My mind’s racing, trying to predict how this is going to go down. 

Is he gonna tell my parents? Is he gonna evict me from the school forever? Is he gonna –

My brain freezes in motion the moment the door opens.

Mr Thompson is wearing the same warm smile he has everyday in class. His smile lifts as he sees me. He’s in a white dress shirt rolled up to the elbows, showing off his lean, chiselled forearms. 

“Ella. Please, come in.”

I take a breath and walk a few steps into his office. 

“Mr Thompson, I’m so sorry I -” Damage control mode. I start blabbering.

“Ella.” He stops me mid-sentence. His voice is firm. “I’m very disappointed at what you submitted.”

I drop my head, not daring to look at him. I know I’ve disappointed him. How could he not be disappointed? My gut wrenches as I brace myself for the punishment that’s inevitably coming next.

“There’s a lot of -” He pauses for a brief moment before continuing. “- inconsistencies in your work, Ella.”

Inconsistencies? What? I look up at him, confused. 

“Inconsistencies that can only be solved with real-life experience.”

Oh? Oh. 

I feel my jaw drop at the realisation. I’m 18 now and still a virgin, that’s true, but I’ve read and watched plenty of erotica and porn before, so surely it’s not – 

“And as your teacher, I feel the need to help you correct your mistakes.” He slams the door shut, and places one hand on the latch. He pressed down on the handle and the door clicks into lock.

The room falls into a suffocating silence for just a moment, before he turns around and faces me. His eyes are dark, shimmering something predatory within.

“Get down on your knees.” He rumbles, his voice is deep and low.

I gulp instinctively. This is not turning out how I imagined at all. I’m unsure of how or what to feel.

“Ella.” He repeats sternly. “On your knees.”

“H-here?” I can’t help but stumble over my words.

He chuckles wryly. “What’s wrong? You sounded perfectly fine about this in your fantasy – essay, I mean.”

I feel like I’m being stripped naked under his stare. My face starts burning up as I think back to the story I sent him. The story of me and him and –

“You shouldn’t make me wait, Ella.”

I approach him and the smell of his cologne has me weak at the knees. I whimper as he pulls on the front of my top to get me closer, and rests a hand on my shoulder, gently urging me down. 

I buckle under the pressure and drop to the ground. The carpeted floor of his office is far from comfortable, but I have no choice. I come face to face with his crotch, where a small tent was already forming.

His hand climbs down to unbuckle his belt. “Unzip me.”

My hands are shaky as they come up to unbutton and undo the zipper on his pants. His boxers and pants both fall to the floor in a soft flop. The musky scent of his semi-hard cock catches in the air around me. 

“Notice how I’m not fully hard.”

He brings a hand around the back of my neck to coax me closer to his cock. 

“Use your hand to play with it.” I follow his words and wrap a hand around him. He’s warm and the soft around my fingers. I pull at it lightly and feel it grow imperceptibly harder.

“Play with the tip with your tongue.” He commands.

I hesitate for a second before brings my mouth up to his cock. My tongue darts out to taste the head, but he grows impatient and I feel his hand pushing me down. I hold his cock in both my hand at the base and I take the tip of his cock into my mouth. 

I hear him breathe out as I take more of him into my mouth, until it pushes near the back of my throat and I choke slightly. I try to draw back but his hand hold me in place.

“Not as keen to deep throat me here, aren’t you.” 

He releases the hold on my head and lets me bob up and down his cock slowly. He’s growing fast inside my mouth and I feel my jaw tiring. To my relief he withdraws and pulls his cock out of my mouth, thin ropes of saliva connecting us before snapping and falling to the ground.

“Okay, get up.” He grabs me by the back collar and pulls me up off the ground. 

In one smooth motion he twirls us around and suddenly I’ve got my back against the wall and him towering over me. I knew he was big before, but being trapped between the walls of his office and him really puts thing into perspective.

“Do you remember what came next, Ella?”

I feel my pussy growing wet at the thought of what is supposed to come next. 

He tucks his face into the crook of my neck and holds it there for just a second, breathing in me. Then I feel his lips nip on my neck with the briefest hint of teeth, before travelling upwards to my near and taking a lob into his mouth. 

I can’t help but squirm a bit, my hands come up to try and grip at back, but he takes none of it. He holds my hands at the wrists and pins them over my head with his right hand. I moan at the feeling of utter helplessness under him, like I’m his toy, to do whatever he wants with. 

His other hand trails down my back and finds my ass, and gives it some soft pinches. A fingertip runs down to my slit and I hear him gasp.

“Oh, Ella, you are a naughty girl, aren’t you?” He whispers sensually into my ear. “At least you got this part right.”

I breathe in sharply as I feel his finger prodding inside, but my little cunt is so wet his finger dips right in. His finger grazes my clit sometimes, so infrequent it’s almost accidental. I begin grinding on his finger for some traction, but he pulls out quickly. 

Before I could react however, his finger soon got replaced by two. I gasp at the fullness. His fingers are much thicker than my own, and I feel my pussy clench around them.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He speaks through his teeth. 

He starts slow, but soon picks up the pace. The tip of his fingers reach a spot near my clit and I almost jump at the sensation. 

I must’ve made a noise because I hear him hushes me. “Quiet, or I’ll have to gag you.”

My breathing’s getting heavier as his finger pumps in and out of me, his fingertips pressing pushes against the walls of my vagina. I grind back against him in rhythm and feel my pleasure climb. 

But he pulls his fingers out of my abruptly. I let out a frustrated whine before opening my eyes. He’s got a smug grin on his face.

“You only have yourself to blame. You didn’t come on my fingers in your story.”

“But, but -” I’m so frustrated and my clit is so sensitive that I’m about to explode. One more thrust and I would’ve made it.

“Shh – ” He releases my numbed hands from above my hand. “Turn around.”

I follow him blindly and face the wall, hoping to soon have his fingers back in me again. I breathe a breath of relief as I feel him push against my wet slit again, but it’s soon replaced by an overwhelming realisation.

His hard cock feels huge against my cunt and I feel it stretch beyond what I thought was possible as his head enters me. I cry out in pain at the feeling.

He lets out a shaky breath behind me, pulls back a bit and pauses. 

“Shh, it’s fine.” His voice is soft and calming. His hand runs up my body to play with my nipples under my bra. I find myself relaxing at his touch and the pain fade slowly.

He pushes in slightly again and to my surprise I feel the head pop in without much pain. He feels even bigger inside me but my vagina is somehow accomodating him. He slides in more until I feel his cock pressing against a deep part of me and his balls against my ass.

“You’re taking me so well, Ella.” 

I feel his cock twitch inside me and he draws back a bit, slowly. I’m adjusted now and the feeling of his cock grazing against the top walls of my vagina feels heavenly. 

He pumps in and out of me faster now, holding my hips in place as he grunts behind me. Involuntarily I begin grinding back against him, trying to chase against his rhythm, but it’s not enough. 

It’s almost as if he knows as his hand falls down to play with my clit. He rubs it in motion of his thrusts, in and out, round and round. I can’t help but moan as the overwhelming sense of pleasure begin climbing within me again, stronger this time.

His steady thrusts are harder and deeper now, while he plays with my clit skilfully. I feel the pleasure coursing through my entire body, from my head to my toes, until something snaps and explodes inside me, pushing me over the edge.

I feel him wrap a hand around me and covers my mouth. I’m crying out under his palm, grinding hard back against him as my pussy clenches and spasms around his cock. The pleasure is unrelenting as it rips all the way through me before I’m finally reduced to a quivering mess, knees turning into jelly.

But he’s still pumping his cock inside me, his thrusts more pointed now. He’s grunting behind me, gripping my hips hard, chasing his own orgasm. With one final groan he pushes all the way within me, before a warm liquid fills me deep. 

I feel him grow soft, and he rests his head on my shoulder, his chest heaving. 

“I hope you’re on birth control, like your counterpart in your story.” He sighs as he pulls out of me, and I feel a string of his hot sperm dripping out of my pussy.

I was not, but that’s okay. 

“Next time I’ll show you some other plot holes in your story.”

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