Back in Sixth Form, I had a huge crush on one of my teachers. I’d struggle to pay attention in class, busy thinking about the things I’d do to him if we were alone. His shirts were always just a little sheer, enough to see through to his chest, and I always found that my panties were wet by the end of the lesson.
Sometimes when I’d fantasise in class, I’d hump things under the desk just a little. I sat at the back and would do it pretty slowly, but enough to tease my pussy whilst letting my mind roam. Every time I called him sir I imagined myself moaning it whilst being fucked against his desk. Or on my knees under it while he sits and tries to work, distracting him with my warm mouth and wondering tongue. Sometimes I’d even have to take spare panties to school to change into after the lesson because they’d get so soaked.
Of course once I would get home, usually after a frustrating double lesson with a little too much chair humping I’d climb into my bed and start to touch myself. Thinking about him ordering to see me. Telling me what a bad girl I’ve been. He’d put a hand on my thigh as he whispered dirty secrets in my ear, telling me what would happen if I got us caught. His hand would slide up to my pussy as I slide my own hand down my panties. They’re soaked through again already and I start to play with my clit. I imagine him pushing me on to his desk before sliding his cock into my little wet pussy from behind. He’d start to fuck me, a hand over my mouth to muffle my moans as my eyes roll back in pleasure. I’d start to finger myself thinking about how good he’d fuck me. I have to cover my own mouth to keep quiet. I’d think about him pulling my hair or wrapping a hand around my throat, choking me, calling me his bad girl while I moan his title; sir. I start to beg for his cum. I moan the words in my head “please sir. I want it so badly you make my little pussy feel so good. Please cum inside me”.
Getting closer and closer I’d imagine how he sounds when he finishes inside me, how his grip would tighten around my waist and how his load dripping out of my pussy would be enough to push me over the edge. On that thought I’d cum hard against my fingers. Ready to get back to school the next day.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lwdqqt/fantasising_and_masturbating_to_my_teacher_19f
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