Student Seduction [Mf] [Teacher/Student] [Age Gap] [Creampie]

In a place full of scrawny, pimple-faced teenagers, Amber Lopez stood out like a sore thumb.

Like her classmates, she was just eighteen. Whilst the youth in her eyes was undeniable, so was the fact that she had a body that was all woman.

We first met outside my office on a scorching Friday afternoon.

I was immediately caught by the sunlight that reflected off her honey-brown eyes as she turned and faced me. She brushed her wavy strands of dirty-blonde hair aside, revealing the rosy cheeks on her impossibly smooth, caramel skin.

She wore a white shirt that was connected by a singular button in the middle, leaving her large tits to peak out from the seams and her ridiculously tight body on display. Her little plaid skirt barely covered the thick thighs that sat on top of her long, luscious legs. Every inch of her was flawless.

I had never wanted to kiss someone more than when I watched her soft, pink lips form a devious grin. When I looked back in her eyes I could just make out the devilish hint that hid behind their feigned innocence.

“Hi.” She said in a sweet, slightly-smoky voice. “I’m Amber.”

And instantly, I knew that girl was trouble.

Trouble, I really wanted to get into.

# Student Seduction by Aspen Bliss

I was finally on track to the life I wanted.

After wasting some of my younger years, I wised up and got a job at a local high school. My end goal was to make principle one day. But during my tenure, I had taken on a sort of, unofficial councilor role to many students. Nothing too serious, just some of the overly-disruptive types who were falling far behind in class.

For whatever reason, I was good at building a rapport with these kids and setting them straight. So I was given my own, quaint little office in the quiet corner of the school and any time my peers reached their limit with a student, they’d be sent over to me.

Truthfully, Amber wasn’t even that bad. She was actually a bright girl who did perfectly fine in the classes she enjoyed. The problem was the many she didn’t. She felt it pointless to waste her time for something she had no interest in but this would result in her goofing off with her friends and distracting everybody else. She had little regard for the rules she didn’t agree with which didn’t help when combined with the fact that she was painfully stubborn.

I got to know a lot about Amber during our time together and soon decided to throw out the assignments she had been given in favor of helping her pursue her actual interests instead. Learning about her interests spilled into learning about her personal life. Hobbies, friends and deeper thoughts.

She’d enjoy these chats so much that she began frequenting my office of her own accord at the end of the school day just to continue them.

And I enjoyed them as well.

Some of her other professors described Amber as lackadaisical but I envied her for her effortless happiness which was a welcome breath of fresh air in a challenging, stressful environment.

The deepened bond we developed only served to exacerbate the shame and guilt I already held for the increasingly lewd fantasies I was having about not just a girl less than half my age, but a student I was mentoring and growing close with.

I tried to tuck those feelings away but the second she’d strut her sexy little self into my office I was inundated with thoughts of bending her over my desk then and there.

I told myself how wrong it was in hopes it’d stop them but on the contrary, the more wrong it felt, the more exciting it became.

The more exciting it became, the more intense my fantasies got and the more wrong it seemed, culminating in this cycle of increasingly taboo yet enticing thoughts. What’s worse is how they started seemingly morphing with reality, making me wonder if the little things Amber would do would play out like they had done in my head.

Sometimes it just seemed like she was trying to tease me. Like the way she’d stand over my desk, her flowery perfume roping my face towards her only for me to look up and feel like she was trying to shove her tits in my face. Or the little comments she’d make about how she was ‘soooo done with boys her own age’.

But I was a professor and it’d royally fuck me up to misconstrue a student’s innocent behavior as attempts at seduction, so I told myself it was all in my head. After all, Amber’s visits had become a daily occurrence where I was forced to endure being cramped into a tight, little office where I could practically feel the heat radiating from her glistening skin. And the outfits, the strut, the way she flaunted her sexy body was all too much.

I needed to get out of that office and cut down on the time I shared with Amber.

More than anything, I really needed to get laid.

Little did I know that my attempt at putting some space between Amber and I would be the trigger to seal my fate and make me risk everything.

* * * * *

It was the end of the day and I had just made my way to the office after finishing up with my final lesson. When I arrived, I found Amber had already made herself at home.

“Hey,” I said. “You can’t just let yourself in when I’m not here.”

“Door was unlocked.” She shrugged. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“There could be things here, you’re not allowed to see.” I said.

“Like what?” She chuckled. “Guns? Drugs? Your secret porn stash?”

“Only two of those three things.” I replied, shutting the door behind me and heading over to my desk where Amber had nonchalantly thrown her feet up.

Her legs looked so delicious, I wanted to run my tongue along them. As I walked around I quickly realized that given her position I would have been able to see straight up her red, summer dress. I had to make a conscious effort to not look but I could feel my eyes being pulled in that direction.

Those lewd thoughts swooned around my head and I felt that guilt hit.

“Off.” I snapped, tapping one of her ankles with a pen. “You know Amber I have a ton of papers to mark today…”

I sat down at my desk whilst she got to her feet and stretched, causing her dress to rise and flash me a glimpse of those mouth-watering thighs.

“Is that a polite way of saying you’re sick of me, now?” She joked.

I darted my eyes away.

“Of course not.” I said. “It’s just…”

“Just what?”

There was a pause. Then a knock on the door that startled us both.

“Sorry to interrupt.” Said Miss Miller, a pretty art teacher I was close with. “I just wanted to check we’re still on for tomorrow?”

“Of course.” I smiled politely. “I’ll see you at seven.”

That small conversation was what changed things for good.

As soon as the door was closed and Miss Miller’s footsteps long gone, Amber glared at me with those gorgeous eyes. The thick, luscious eyebrows above them crinkled in a way I had never seen from her.

“What was that?” She barked.

Her sudden change in demeanor took me by surprise.

“What was what?” I asked.

“*That.*” She repeated. “Do you have a date with Miss Miller?”

“Not that this kind of thing is a student’s business…” I cleared my throat and before I could say another word, Amber had marched over to the door and locked it.

“You are such an idiot.” She yelled.

“Why did you lock-”

“For *months*,” She started, speaking quieter now as she strode towards me. “I have been trying to show you I like you without getting you in trouble and this is what I get in return.”

I was near speechless. My mouth hung open until I eventually found some words. “Amber, what are you-”

“III. LIIIIKE. YOUUU.” She said, drawing each word out. “And I know you like me too, because I see how you look at me. The boys in my class all have the same look.”

She approached my desk and tapped her soft fingers down in front of me.

“But you know the difference, Mr Locke?” She said, slowly tracing her hand towards mine. “They can look all they want, but they can’t touch.”

Her fingertips brushed over my knuckles, feeling like a rapid jolt of electricity.

“But you.” She whispered, now circling her finger gently around the back of my hand. “You can touch all you want.”

She took my hand and slowly moved it towards her.

I thought about giving into temptation and letting her take control. Letting my lust take control. Lord knows I wanted to, more than I had wanted anything for a long time. Her hand was so soft, too. It felt amazing to finally hold, to touch her smooth skin and know that I could have her in my arms.

But then everything I had worked for flashed before my eyes and I suddenly jumped to my feet.

“You need to leave.” I said in a low voice.

“Make me.”

With a deep breath, I headed towards the door. “Amber please. You’re a student.”

Before I could get there she grabbed my arm with both hands and spun me around to face her.

“I know! But I can’t wait until I graduate. Please don’t make me wait any longer.” She begged.

Do you have any idea how hard that was to turn down? I could feel my morals slipping away despite my increasingly futile attempts to save them.

“It’s not just that.” I said. “You’re still so young and-”

“I’m not a kid.” She replied. “I’m eighteen.”

“Exactly.” I told her. “You’re *only* eighteen.”

“Which makes me an adult.”

“And a teenager.”

“A legal one.”

“Not whilst you’re still in high school.”

Her hands trailed up my arms, tantalizing me with soft touches until she balled my tie up in her fist and edged my face towards hers. I could feel her warm, minty breath on my cheek as our lips just barely scraped together then she whispered in my ear.

“What’s wrong? You never fucked a high schooler before?”

My hands found her legs and our lips finally connected. Hers were softer than I even imagined. I ran my hands up to her thighs and she thrusted her tongue in my mouth. I lifted her up and planted her on my desk as things got more intense.

I ran my hands up through her hair, gently massaging her scalp whilst our tongues wrestled and I tasted her sweet saliva. She grabbed the top of my shirt and began undoing my buttons at lightening speed, stopping when her fingers reached my belt. She grasped the hard bulge underneath and looked me in the eyes.

“See, I always knew you wanted this as much as I did.” She said.

“More.” I confessed.

She bit her lip and gave my cock a gentle squeeze. “Prove it.”

We kissed again as she unzipped my pants. She fished my hard, aching cock out and lovingly stroked it up and down, causing it to throb hungrily and ooze out precum. I parted her legs and hooked my fingers into her panties, pulling them down her over knees and off one leg.

Amber had the prettiest, little pussy I had ever seen. Completely shaven, with large, puffy lips and a tiny, pink, glistening slit.

I rubbed against her clit and she whimpered, making my cock throb even harder. She pressed it to her little cunt and I couldn’t take it any longer. I held her hips and pushed my aching dick inside, causing us to gasp in unison. Joy and lust overtook me as I entered the tightest, little, teenage twat ever.

Whilst her wet cunt stretched over my dick with ease, once I was in it clamped down with unbelievable tightness, milking me like never before and taking me to new realms of pleasure. I bit my lip to stop from moaning too loudly.

I held her face with both hands and rested my head to hers as I slowly drove my cock in deeper. We gazed at each other with lust filled eyes the whole time.

I began to slowly thrust in and out. Each stroke a little faster than the one before. Each stroke more blissful than the last. Soon she asked me to go faster and when I obliged, I hit something that made her squeal with joy. She threw her arms around me and clenched my back.

“Right there.” She moaned.

I pounded her sweet little cunt and we both groaned and grunted with pleasure. She kissed my lips, then along to my neck and finally my shoulder. I felt her fingers digging more and more into my back and soon kissing my neck had turned into biting. I was in such a state of bliss myself that I barely noticed her shuddering body.

Finally she looked up at me with hazy eyes.

She was so fucking beautiful. So impossibly tight and everything was too perfect. I could still taste her on my tongue. I was intoxicated by her aroma. Her moans were like music to my ears as I stared down at her gorgeous self. And as if reading my mind, she looked at me and smiled.

“Do you want to cum inside of me?”

I groaned. “Amber, don’t say things like that.”

My cock throbbed furiously inside her tight slot.

“I know you do.” She teased. “I know you want to cum inside this little, eighteen year old pussy.”

I was encompassed with unadulterated lust. Instinctively I thrusted harder.

“I could get pregnant.” She said. “But I promise I won’t tell anyone it’s yours.”

That last line sent me over the edge. I came quicker and even harder than I expected.

I squeezed her tight, little body as I bought my fast thrusts to a slower rhythm that matched the waves of pleasure rolling over me as my cock throbbed and spasmsed inside of the young beaut, painting her pink walls white.

With one last thrust, I buried myself balls deep ensuring every last drop of cum was sprayed into her fertile womb.

My legs were jelly. I was lightheaded. I slowly pulled out and Amber and I took a second to catch our breath. She affectionately stroked my face and we embraced.

I risked everything that day.

And it was all worth it.

**the end**

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This story is a retelling of a similar one I posted a while back. I think this version is better written. I just felt like writing something hot, steamy and pretty quick to the point but I also want to write longer, slow burns in the future too.

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