Office Hours [M20s/F30s], [Student/Teacher], [oral, teasing, heterosexual]

YOU KNEW IT WAS A SHITTY MOVE, BUT YOU HAD TO DO IT. You chose creative writing as a complementary course this semester, and as much as it was interesting… You would not be able to focus in class, because you were attracted to her. Her hair was always tied in a bun, yet somehow, you always managed to catch a glimpse of her shampoo. A mix of coconut and cucumber that surprisingly meshed well. Her eyes, round and dark, would always become smaller due to her laughing behind those golden spectacles. She was definitely good-looking, but her body was really what drove you crazy. While her ass was slightly lacking, she made up with her plump breasts. And let’s not forget the thighs. The thick thighs you imagined choking you while you would eat her out ferociously. So, the decision was obvious: you had to drop the course. Nothing good would come out of this.

Alright, back to reality. Here you were, standing outside of her door.

You did not have any classes today, so you came straight after work to catch her during office hours. She didn’t see you, as her face was buried in paperwork of some kind. She seemed ready to leave though, as she had kept her black trench coat on.

Weird. Considering you emailed her you were coming in to see her today.

You knocked on the side of the door. She jolted out of her seat, but her lips turned into a warm smile when she saw you. She beckoned to you, asking you to close the door. Adjusting her glasses, you chit-chatted for a bit. You could feel your resolve slip away. You were enjoying her mind as well, after all. As she showed you pictures of her latest foodie adventure, you couldn’t help but notice the light blue sweater she was wearing underneath her coat. It had a turtleneck and seemed to shape her breasts wonderfully. You could only hope that you had not been staring too long as you heard her calling your name, inquiring what today’s meeting was about. You took a big breath before telling her you dropped her course. You swore you could see her face falter for a second, but quickly regained its composure. She pressured you to give her reasons – none seemed good enough for her. You couldn’t help but feel bad that she started questioning everything. She was right to, given that you could not provide a valid explanation. But it was not like you could simply tell her “I have the hots for the teacher, this is inappropriate!”

… Wait.

Was that said in your head? Why were her cheeks flushed?

… Fuuuuuuuck.

She giggled for what seems to be a long minute. She removed her glasses, biting its temple tips and… studying you. Her eyes were sparkling. She then asked you to repeat what you just said.

Fuck no.

That was embarrassing to say the least. You chose to remain silent, which only seemed to fuel her amusement. She started removing her outer layer while walking toward the door. You tried to think about the world’s capitals to keep your head cool, but it was useless – her hips swaying were too enticing, and that was just the tip of the iceberg. You noticed that she had black lace stockings, thigh high. Held by garters.

And her sweater dress?

It barely covered her lower cheeks – making you notice her black thong, the shape of her lower lips … Leaving very little to none to imagination.

You gulped and turned away, trying to make your boner die. Click. That sounded like the door being locked. To your surprise, she turned your chair and inevitably faced her. You hadn’t realised before, but both of you were slightly panting. Her eyes glanced down to your fly before meeting yours again. “So you’ve dropped my course? The paperwork is done and sent?” she asked. You nodded cautiously, prompting her to grin widely. “Good”.

Then, it happened.

She pulled you in by the collar of your shirt for a passionate kiss, her tongue sucking yours hungrily. She slowly settled on your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck. Shit. It really was happening. All those scenarios you imagined that you would make the first move…

Turns out it was the other way around.

As her nails were exploring your back and chest, your hands firmly grabbed her bare ass under the sweater dress. Her moans were stifled by your makeout session, but it was clear that she enjoyed that. In fact, she had to stop it because it was becoming too much for her. She had gotten up abruptly, reddish face and all. She muttered almost too low for you to hear, but you caught word for word – she was ready to go. She went to the side of her desk and plopping her head on it, she pulled her dress up to her cheat. You got up to get a better view of her and felt all of your urges come up. She was leaking, her inner thighs dripping of her fluids. It was tempting, but you didn’t want a quickie. You wanted to properly enjoy her, see what her spots were. You locked her wrists together with your hair ties, to which she responded well to. As you crouched down, you set the thong aside and slid your tongue in. A loud gasp escaped her mouth before she asked what you were doing. Well, attempted to. She managed to state that she doesn’t enjoy oral sex… usually. She contained the moans best she could to not attract attention, but she was obviously enjoying this one instance. You decided to tease her about it and promptly stopped your tongue’s work. And you were glad you did, because the reaction was priceless – her attitude quickly changed. Similar to a petulant, pouting child. “I didn’t tell you to stop” she said reluctantly. You couldn’t help but chuckle. You effortlessly flipped her over, her hands behind her. You took off your shirt and put it in her mouth, hoping to muffle some of the sounds. You licked clean her inner thighs before diving back into it. But this time, you used two of your fingers. Fast. Good thing you thought of that gag last minute, because she was driving you crazy with her voice, her words. She even called you papi, pushing you to the edge. She begged you to stop, repeatedly, because she was about to cum. And just like your fantasies, her thighs were wrapped around your head and squeezed hard, finishing into your mouth. She seemed disoriented, out of breath.

Only now you would penetrate her.

You got up on your feet, gently unlocking her legs. Her eyes latched onto as you stripped completely. Unzipping and pulling down your pants, you revealed to her your manhood proudly. It almost looked like she was drooling over it.

Cute. Bet her ankles over your shoulders as you fuck her would be cuter.

You gave her back the freedom of her hands while teasing her lower lips with your tip. You wanted to feel her scratches again.

“How do you want it, baby?”
“Do you have to ask? Deep.”

You complied with her request, pumping as hard and deep as you can. You both were relishing how her tight pussy moulded to your hardened cock. “God you feel amazing!”, you yelped.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/12bp095/office_hours_m20sf30s_studentteacher_oral_teasing