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My audition went well.
We won’t have the results for a while, but I feel really good about it. I think I got much better at working with Mr. Spring after his little favor. We haven’t done anything since that, though, which I’m disappointed about – he’s been showing up in my fantasies a lot. I just want so much to make those a reality.
The Monday after the audition, he asks me during class to work with him privately at lunch. My mind is going wild at what he might do to me. I want that sweet release again. His fingers aren’t like my own, I’ve never had an orgasm that good in my life.
I’m thinking about this all through the next few hours – imagining different positions, ways he could fuck me, fingers, tongues, his dick. I’ve never seen it, but I’ve felt it, and God do I want it inside of me. I don’t even care which hole, my fantasies this morning are wide and varied.
The moment the bell releases me from 4th period, my heart is racing. Usually I wait for my friend to walk with me down to lunch: I don’t today. She’ll figure it out. I walk down the stairs faster than I’m really comfortable with, and power-walk through the halls to get to the choir room as fast as possible. I know I look a little silly, but I don’t really care. When I burst through the door, I’m already slightly out of breath – but I know I’m going to savor the few seconds I saved.
“Mr. Spring?” I ask into the empty room.
“In here,” he says from his office. In his office? Holy fuck, I want him to bend me over his desk.
I walk in and set my bag down. He’s sitting at the desk. “So… what did you want to work on?” My face is hot. My whole body is hot.
“I think you know,” he says, and turns his chair to face me. “See, I did something for you last week… but I never got anything in return, hmm?”
I know I look really stupid right now, some kind of dumbstruck desire is all across my face.
“Get on your knees.” I drop down immediately.
I move towards the buttons of his pants, and when he doesn’t object, I slowly unwrap his semi-erect dick. It’s nothing actually special – maybe slightly longer than usual, but close to average – and yet when I pull it out, my mind is totally filled with just how much I want it. I think the head would fit perfectly in my mouth, and the whole experience is making me so, so horny.
“Go ahead, put your mouth on it,” he says, with a genuine gentleness to his voice. “Make me as hard as you did last week.”
Fuck.
I do it. His cock head does fit perfectly in my mouth. I feel like I’ve suddenly forgotten everything I’ve heard about giving blowjobs, my brain isn’t working, all I know is the desire. I circle my tounge around the tip, slowly circling further and further down.
“Oh, yeah…” he moans. I don’t really understand why, but fuck, it turns me on even more that he’s enjoying it so much.
I bob up and down a little, but I can only manage a little over 2.5 inches, which is less than half of his length. I pause there for a second too long. He grabs my short, curly hair and tilts my head to look up at him.
“Do you think that’s good enough?”
His eyes pierce right through mine. I shake my head slightly and mumble a pitiful “mmh-mh.”
“Do it better.” He commands, with a sharpness to his voice that I’ve never heard before — and oh god, it is insanely hot.
When he releases me from his tight grip, I immediately push myself further down his shaft. I want to please him so bad. I still can’t get very far down, but I know he can feel me gagging and struggling on his cock, my throat spasming on the head at the back of my throat, because I hear him groan a little. As I fight for a few centimeters, his sounds evolve into a drawn-out “oh, fuck,” and then-
“God, I need you to take me all the way,” he runs his hand through my hair. The implication of that is heavy in my head. “Am I going to have to teach you a little lesson here? Hm?”
I look up at him. I want it, though, I want him to use me, I want him to force himself down my throat, I want to show him how good I am — I nod my head.
“Wow… you want it so bad, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I mumble.
“What a horny little thing you are. You probably fantasize about this, right? You want your teacher to have his way with you?”
“Yes,” I’m barely audible at this point. “I do.”
“Come on. Tell me.”
I speak a little louder. “I do.”
“Beg.”
That makes me so fucking excited. I’m so blinded by horniness and I know I’m not at my most eloquent, but I desperately ramble off: “I, I want you to do whatever you want with me, sir, please, please fuck my throat, force my head down your cock, please,” I can’t believe he made me into such a submissive mess for him, “I need my teacher’s cock – please, please, please, will you cum down the back of my throat, sir?”
He waits a moment to respond, like he’s considering. “You’re so cute, so desperate for me… I’ll let you have what you want, then, this time.” This time?
I just barely gasp out “thank you, sir,” before he’s back in my mouth, making me go down on him again. I reach the spot I gave up on before, and after a moment without progress, he grips my hair and pushes me down. I don’t know how, but he gets me a little further down, all while my reflexes fight back. He chokes me on his cock. And I fucking love it.
“God, fuck,” he moans. “You know, you have such a pretty voice when you gain your confidence, hm? Such a lovely singer’s voice,” I’m almost two thirds of the way down now, which is insane to me, I try so hard not to gag on it but I know I’m failing. “Mm, I hate to ruin such a lovely throat like this, you’re going to be sore for days,” I don’t know if this would work on anyone else, but god, his dirty talk is pushing all my buttons. “But that’s okay, right? I can hear your pretty voice again next week, just for me. Mm, just for me.”
I’m not nearly all the way down when he starts thrusting his hips forward more. He hums and sighs, wildly fucking my throat, before saying something coherent again.
“God, you feel so good, I’m getting close,” now he’s the one quickly rambling – breathy, barely understandable, but still powerful, to me, at least – “I’m gonna cum down your throat, that’s what you wanted, right? You horny little slut, you want me to shoot it all in your mouth? Fuck… fuck, you’re about to get it,”
With a final thrust, my lips are at his base, and I feel him release, fully inside. I’d try to swallow but I’m still gagging. This is way deeper that I ever thought anything could get.
I’m practically flung off of him by my own reflexes when he takes his hand off my head. I cough for a bit, and neither of us say anything while we recover. Then, he stands up, reaffixes his clothing, and kneels down next to me.
//
“You okay?” He asks. Somehow, he immediately switched back to being the dorky, caring teacher. I don’t know how he does it. He’s talking slowly, it’s very relaxing, and sweet.
“Yeah, I think so,” I tell him. “My throat’s a little sore.”
“Yeah, sorry, I know I was pretty rough with you. You were so good though, hm? I know I had fun. I hope you did too.”
“Definitely.” I tell him. He puts an arm around me – it’s very… romantic. I don’t know if I like it generally, but in the moment, it feels very comfortable.
He looks at his watch. “Oh, it’s almost 5th period – I’ve got a class to go teach!” he chuckles. “Sorry. I’ll write you a pass, you can stay here as long as you’d like. There’s tea and a kettle in the corner, if you want some, or I guess you can have my water bottle. Not like you have to worry about my indirect kiss, right?” He turns to look at me. Our faces are maybe two inches apart. He brings back a little of his suaveness for this: “Or do you?”
He leans in, and our lips meet. I know immediately that I love kissing him. I wish we could stay like this for hours. Unfortunately, I know we both have places to be. He pulls back after a few seconds.
“Well… enjoy the accommodations of my little office. I’d like to do this again sometime, if you’re up for it. You can–”
“Yes, please,” I interrupt. He smiles, and his whole face gets all bright and happy.
“I was about to say you can think on it, but I guess you don’t need to.”
“I… Yeah. I really like spending time with you. And… you know.”
The bell rings, letting people out of ther 4th period classes. “Agh. I wish I could stay, but I really have to go.” He gets up and opens the door. “See you tomorrow in class?”
I give him a thumbs up, he nods and closes the door, to give me some privacy I guess. I do partake in his tea and water, and I think about skipping 5th period as a whole. After around 15 minutes, though, I remember that my friend is probably waiting to hear why I wasn’t at lunch.
I wave at Mr. Spring on my way out.
//
[[Part 2 to this](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vdguw9/taking_care_of_his_student_fm/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share). Will there be a part 3? Yes there will! Hopefully within the week. We’ll see.]
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