Student Seduction [Mf] [Teacher/Student]

In a room full of scrawny, pimply-faced teenagers, Amber Lopez stuck out like a sore thumb.

All she was doing was studying and yet I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The way she gently chewed her lip, idly twirling her dirty blonde hair around her finger as she gazed down at her notebook was so sexy.

Like her classmates, Amber was just eighteen. But she had a body that was all woman. From her large, motherly breasts to her mouth-watering, thick thighs and the long legs that held them. Even without her voluptuous curves, there would be no denying her beauty. Her smooth, caramel skin was utterly flawless. And when she looked at you with those honey-brown orbs, and that doe-eyed expression that never left them, it was like she was staring into your soul.

One look was all it would take to make your heart and cock throb in unison.

Of course as her teacher, I tried to not pay such things attention. But her already powerful allure was aided by the too short or too tight garments she favored; skirts and dresses that’d let you peak at her thighs. Shirts and tank tops where her breasts threatened to spill out from at any moment.

I tried to not pay such things attention. I failed.

I was failing to control my deviant thoughts more and more each day. I felt so guilty about it. I was here to mentor and teach this young woman and yet, every time she spoke all I could do was imagine how good it’d feel to fuck her pretty little mouth.

Even when she sat, minding her own business in class, studying her textbook like she should be, I kept my eyes glued to her as my thoughts ran wild with perverse ideas.

Suddenly, the bell rang, snapping me out of my trance and bringing Amber’s gaze up from her book.

I dismissed the class, instructing them to leave their work on my desk on their way out. I leered down at the paper in front of me and realized that I was no closer to the end of grading it as I was twenty minutes ago.

Things were getting a little out of hand. I was becoming so immersed in my fantasies that they were beginning to affect my work. That would have been bad enough but these were fantasies involving one of my students. What if someone noticed me staring at her? It was dangerously easy to lose everything I had been working tirelessly to achieve for years.

I had to get my urges under control.

Luckily class was over, and I wasn’t scheduled another with Amber for a couple of days.

“Hey, Mr Locke?”

I looked up to find her standing there. A single, black strap from her rucksack, hanging off her right shoulder. Her white shirt only buttoned up by a selection in the middle, leaving her tight tummy below exposed and the pink bra fighting to contain her tits visible.

My eyes quickly fell beneath the black and pink, pleated, plaid skirt she wore but I quickly heaved them back up to meet her gaze which did nothing to stop the blood rushing to my cock.

“Do you still do that after school, catch up class… thing?” She asked. “I’m kinda struggling.”

“Uh, yeah. Everyday.”

She slid her work on top of the pile and smiled.

“Great. Then I’ll see you after school, Mr Locke.”

**Fuck sake.**

**Student Seduction | Aspen Saturn**

I was finally on track to the life I had been dreaming of. After some poor decisions and a little wasted time, I got my shit together and secured a position as a high school Math teacher. It had long been my dream to tutor and help the younger generations, so I could truly make a difference in people’s lives and help build their future.

Plus every school needs that teacher that all the pupils look back on with fondness and I was determined to be that guy. You need some extra time on that assignment? You got it! You show up a little late to class? No sweat!

Of course there’s a fine line between cutting your students some slack and letting them walk over you, but I feel like I walked it pretty well. And the improvement in their grades agreed with me. I always believed that a good class morale would only lead to better things. It amazes me that there are teachers out there who disagree, but I digress.

I was glad that I seemed to settle in so well, so fast. Not only did my student’s grades improve and they seemed to respect me but I was even building a good rapport with my fellow teachers. That’s not to say the job was without difficulty. Quite the opposite. The days were long, tiring. And with the Arizona heat, I’d be stuck in a classroom with a bunch of sweaty teenagers for hours on end. Not to mention the cost of living was high. Yet I wouldn’t have traded it for any other job in the world.

And still, I risked it all.

Amber was a popular girl. Shocker. Like most of her friend group, she wasn’t hugely troublesome but she knew how to push people’s buttons if she felt like it. She was rather bright but lacked much drive when it came to her school work. Math, in particular had been her least favorite subject though I felt it stemmed largely from the poor relationship she had with her previous tutor.

He was, by all accounts, a hard ass. An old timer with an attitude towards teaching that differed much from my own. I guess Amber pushed his buttons a whole lot. Maybe he kinda earned it, I don’t know.

I’d like to say that I was glad she didn’t act that way with me. Because I promise you, take someone as hot as her, stamp them as ‘off-limits’ and then make them a brat … that’ll do something to a man.

But still, maybe having her disrespect me would have been better. Easier, at least.

Easier than seeing that sexy smile every time she says hi and bye. Easier than hearing that cute little giggle every time she finds a new joke to make out of my name. Easier than her developing such a relationship with me that I think we crossed a boundary way before this story ever took place.

I even thought it was cute, at first, how she opened up to me. Giving me all the latest school gossip, coming to me to rant about fights with her friends even talking to me about her life away from school. But with this new relationship came the loss of formality between us, initially on her end. I tried to remain as professional as always but she took no issue with walking into my classroom during recess like she owned it, planting her butt on my desk right beside where I was working and telling me all about how annoying Mr Smith is or why Nancy Miller dumped Alex Brown.

Dangling her sexy legs off my desk and casually swinging them back and forth as she did so.

My mistake was that I didn’t put a stop to it.

Just like I didn’t put a stop to the gentle arm caresses, or the playful innuendos or the increasingly personal things she’d speak about when it was just the two of us.

Of course you might think that I didn’t put a stop to it because I liked it. And I won’t deny that. But a part of it was because I felt so guilty about my lust towards her, I convinced myself that everything she did was with pure intentions. I told myself that if it ever seemed like more than it was just my horny brain misconstruing her actions in a sexual way.

It’s not like she was *trying* to flash me her panties, right? Or when she’d brush her hair aside to leave an unobstructed view of her cleavage, she was obviously just moving it for her own comfort. I’d have to be a real perv to think she was doing it just for me! And when she vented about how she was so done dating boys her own age … that wasn’t a hint about anything … except that she’s done with dating for now. OBVIOUSLY!

It all started around the time she began attending my after school class. It was a daily thing where any of my students were welcome to my classroom after school to study. There wasn’t much more to it than that. I just figured that since I was always stuck there for a while after school anyway, I might as well offer my pupils a quiet place to study where I’m right there to explain anything they don’t understand.

She was always the last one to leave. But as soon as everyone else had gone, she completely gave up on pretending to work and this would be where those boundaries started getting crossed.

I stupidly indulged in some of these moments.

* * * * *

It was a painfully hot day. The tall fan I had blowing in the corner of the classroom did little to help it cool down and to top it all off, I had a pounding headache and an irritatingly large stack of paperwork that despite my best efforts, only seemed to be getting bigger.

Clearly I wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to be stuck inside a stuffy classroom as nobody had showed up for catch up.

Well, except for one person.

“Just us today, Mr Locke?” Amber asked as she strutted through the door.

“Seems so.”

“Cool.”

She closed the door behind then approached my desk, dropping her bag as she hoisted herself up on the side.

It was apparent that Amber didn’t plan on studying when it was just the two of us. Usually, she’d have to wait for the others to leave catch up before she could stop feigning an interest in math.

She playfully swung her legs back and forth over the edge of my desk. The tight, red sundress she wore looked so damn good on her. And her smooth legs were as tantalizing as ever.

But I had work to do. And my head felt like it might explode.

“So you’ll never guess who Nancy Miller has been fooling around with now.”

I sighed. “Amber I’m sorry but my head is killing me and I have a lot of work to do so unless you’re actually here to study, then now’s not a good time.”

She turned and faced me.

“It’s probably all that tension and stress, Mr Locke. I could feel it from outside.”

She hopped down from my desk and started her way behind me. I scooted back away from her a little.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I can help. Just let me–”

She moved to pass on my right so I moved to block her.

“–I can’t let you do anything if I don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Just trust me. Do you trust me?”

She moved to my left so I once again scooted to that side.

“I’m not sure.”

She folded her arms. “Gee, thanks.”

Suddenly, she grabbed the arms of my chair and span me around so I was facing away from her.

Before I could say anything, I felt her soft, heavenly fingers massage their way up the back of and all over my head. I melted into her touch.

“See? It’s just the tension.” She said gently.

I let out a peaceful sigh. Not only had the pain gone but my head was starting to feel really, really good. I slowly tilted it back and rested it on the comfortable cushions behind me. Until I suddenly realized there were no cushions and I was resting my head against Amber’s tits. She didn’t say anything but luckily I was startled enough to come to my senses.

“Uh, th-that’s enough. Thank you.” I choked out.

“Better?”

“Yeah, loads.”

“Good.”

She resumed her spot on my desk, just as she was before, swinging her beautiful legs back and forth.

“So,” She started. “Nancy Miller went to first base with Mike Riley.”

My jaw fell open. “But he’s supposed to be best bros with Alex?”

“Exactly!” She exclaimed. “And I just know that I’m going to get caught in the middle of this drama because he’s going to ask me if I’ve heard anything even though Nancy made me swear not to tell anyone!”

The way she got all flustered was so, unbelievably cute.

“Oh yeah, I’m not supposed to tell anyone so don’t tell anyone I told you.”

I couldn’t help but smile.

It wasn’t such a bad day after all.

* * * * *

Saturdays were supposed to be a day of rest and relaxation and yet, even in my spare time, I found my mind racing as I wrestled with my decision. After all, who knew what the consequences would be if I chose wrong?

I examined my options intensely.

**White unicorn,** or **pink sloth?**

On the one hand, a slot could be a great addition to her collection but on the other hand, the unicorn was a safe bet.

“And my mom says *I’m* too grown for stuffed animals.”

I turned around and there she was. In a black crop top and the most ludicrously tight, black skirt I’d ever seen in my life. Like usual, my eyes wandered over her figure and I had to fight to keep them up.

“Amber!” I blurted out. “W-what are you doing here?”

“You mean at the mall?”

She took a step closer to me, lowering her head and speaking in a hushed voice. “I know this is crazy but,”

She glanced left and then right. “I’m shopping.”

I chewed the inside of my lip. “Right. I just meant that I didn’t expect to see you here is all.”

“No offence but I’m pretty sure everything in this store was made for teenage girls so who do you think is more surprising here?”

“I’m buying a gift for my niece.”

“Suuuuure. Your ‘niece’. It’s okay if you like stuffed animals Mr Locke.”

I heard Amber’s friends call her name from the other side of the store. She started towards them before stopping halfway up the aisle and looking back at me.

“I’d go with the sloth.”

I did. She loved it.

* * * * *

“See you tomorrow Mr Locke.”

“Later Henry. Good work today.” I said.

And like always, the second my classroom door shut, and it was just the two of us, Amber shut her textbook.

“Finally.” She said, standing up from her desk near the front of the class.

She stretched her arms up and out to the side. She wore a black, midriff, sports top so her tight body was already in plain sight but then she arched her back, pointing her tummy my way.

I took immense delight in watching the spectacle before darting my eyes back to the paper in front of me.

She walked to the front of my desk, turned around and placed her hands either side of her, then hoisted herself up on to it.

She had on these these tiny, black, booty shorts with a white outline. They were simply too small to possibly contain her butt, so the actual flesh of her jiggly ass was mere inches away from me.

I wanted to reach out and touch it so bad.

“Hey, you mind?” I asked. “Some of us are actually here to work.”

“I’m not stopping you.”

“Your butt is.”

Amber turned her head and looked at me, her eyes as comically wide open as her mouth. “Mr Locke!” She gasped. “You shouldn’t talk about your student’s butts.”

“You shouldn’t put your butt in your teacher’s face.”

“What’s the matter?” She asked in a mischievous tone. “Too hot for you?”

“Exactly.” I replied. “And too young.”

“Too young?” She snickered . “I’m eighteen.”

“Exactly. You’re *only* eighteen.”

“That makes me an adult–”

“And a teenager.”

“Besides all I’m doing is sitt- HEY!”

Finally, I figured out how to get her up off my desk.

“You know, if my ass is too young then maybe you shouldn’t be poking it with your pen!”

I laughed. She laughed. And we laughed like two idiots.

* * * * *

It was another hot day. Luckily not as bad as before. The fan was actually pushing cold air around this time. The sound of its blade spinning and the gentle scribbling coming from the back corner were the only sounds that filled the classroom.

It was just me, Amber and Jessica. AKA, the quiet girl. Jessica didn’t really need catch up but she was thorough with her studies. She stayed far longer than anyone else usually did, except one person of course. In fact, Jess had been writing away for so long that Amber gave up on pretending to work altogether. Instead, she had put her feet up on her desk and entertained herself by balancing her pencil on her lip.

This position and the short skirt she wore meant I had a clear view of the cute, little, pink undies she had on. I tried so hard to not look but Jessica was engulfed in her studies and Amber in her … pencil-balancing skills that I was so certain nobody would notice. So I stared at them and let my mind race with the naughty thoughts they inspired.

I knew I shouldn’t have. I should have told Amber to take her feet off the desk. Or at the very least, I should have just kept my head down and not looked. But I liked looking so much. I figured, what’s the harm?

Eventually, Jessica decided to head home.

I gave her a wave as she left and pretended to be deeply interested in the paper in front of me. Yet, surprisingly, instead of planting herself on my desk like she usually would, Amber remained exactly as she was.

I glanced up, my eyes momentarily falling to her pretty underwear before looking back down at my paper.

I cleared my throat. “So, you’re letting me work in peace today?”

I heard the sound of a pencil hitting the desk.

“Nah, I just figured I’d let you look at my panties some more first.”

My throat dried up.

“W-what? I wasn’t — why would you … I wasn’t looking at anything.”

Amber got to her feet and crinkled her brow. “Mr Locke, relax.”

She approached my desk, placing both of her hands down in front of me and leaning forward, pushing her exposed cleavage closer to my face and ensnaring me with the flowery scent of her perfume.

I didn’t know what to say. My mind was racing. My heart was racing faster. My brain had hit the panic button and feelings of fear, guilt and shame had swept over me, despite Amber’s reassuring words.

My chest felt heavy as I searched for something to say. Anything.

She hoisted herself up on my desk.

“You know Alex punched Mike at Lunch.” She said nonchalantly.

I sighed a breath of relief. “I heard.”

* * * * *

It was the last week before summer break which meant the amount of people attending catch up had dwindled down to just Amber.

“Hey Mr Locke.” She shut the door and approached me. “I just wanted to say sorry about the other day. You know the whole, showing you my panties thing.”

I darted my head around. “Amber!” I gasped in a hushed voice.

“Sorry.” She whispered. “Anyways, I just wanted to tell you that it won’t happen again today.”

“Good.” I sighed.

“Because I’m not wearing any.”

“You-you’re not serious?”

“Only one way to find out.” She smiled.

She walked over and sat upon her desk. I would have been able to see right up her dress if it wasn’t for the fact that she crossed her legs. She saw me trying to look. My face burned red.

“All you have to do is ask, Mr Locke.”

My heart was seriously beating into my chest. I was being foolish but I couldn’t stop.

I nodded. “Okay.” I said, weakly.

“Okay, what?”

“Okay, I want to see.”

She giggled a mischievous little laugh and then wiggled one finger to beckon me over.

Slowly, I rose from my seat and treaded over to her. As I approached, she uncrossed her legs, though from this angle, her dress was obscuring my view. She gazed up at me with a devilish grin and I held her stare.

Without saying a word, she took my hands and placed them on her lower thighs, slowly driving them further up and taking the hem of her dress with them until my fingers grazed the cushiony fat of her ass.

Then she stopped. And darted her eyes downwards then back up to me.

I peaked down and groaned at the top down view of the prettiest little pussy I had ever seen. Her gorgeous, tight, pink slit was accompanied by just a dusting of light pubic hair. As if by instinct, I slowly fell to my knees. I wanted to put my mouth on it so bad. The powerful, sweet scent of her musk was intoxicating and drew me closer like a magnet pulling me in.

I pressed my lips to it and felt her fingers stroke through my hair. I opened my mouth and pressed my tongue against her cunt, joyfully lapping up the sweet nectar that oozed out as I did so.

It was addictive. The more I had, the more I craved.

Feeling how wet she was, I reached up and gently rubbed two fingers slowly over and into her narrow hole. I could hear her heavy breathing and delicate whimpers above me. I continued feasting on her juicy cunt as I stroked my fingers across the walls of her tight passage. Then, removing my free hand from her thigh, I reached over and began swirling my thumb round her clit, paying close mind to apply just the right amount of pressure.

The gasp that escaped her lips told me I had chosen right and with neither of my hands supporting her at the thighs, Amber grabbed on to my head with both of hers. Her juices flooded my face and that single gasp that escaped moments before had built to a set of moans that were getting increasingly louder.

I pulled my head back and looked up at her.

“Amber, you have to be–”

“What are you doing!? Don’t stop!” She drove my head back into her pussy and grinded it against my face. In seconds her body shuddered and her moans reached their crescendo. When she finished, I got to my feet and wiped the girl drool from my mouth.

Amber took a moment to get her breath and when she did, she looked at me in that mischievous way again. She hopped down from her desk and lurched at me, placing her hands on my chest and driving me back to my desk.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Returning the favor!” She grinned.

Suddenly, the door swung open and both Amber and I nearly jumped out of our skin.

“J-Jessica!” I spluttered, “Good…you’re here. Amber and I were worried nobody else was coming.”

She only responded with a slight smile before finding a space at the back of the classroom to study.

Amber picked up her bag. “I think I’ve done enough catch up for today.”

She made her way towards the door, stopping momentarily to meet my gaze.

“See you tomorrow, Mr Locke.”

“See you tomorrow.”

* * * * *

The bell rung and the classroom bellowed with the sound of chairs screeching across the floor and backpacks rustling against each other as everyone struggled out the door.

It wasn’t just Friday, it was the last day of school. Summer break was officially here and the students weren’t wasting any time to get home.

Well, except for one of course.

In fact, I didn’t even get to shut the door after my last pupil for the term scurried away before Amber strutted in. She was wearing a white shirt and black and pink, plaid skirt. Just like the day she asked to join catch up.

I closed the door behind her and before I could open my mouth, my back slammed into it. Amber tip-toed up to kiss me, holding my neck for support as she drove our faces together.

I held her waist and gently walked us both away from the door without letting our lips touch.

“Careful, Amber. Are you trying to get me in trouble?”

“Sorry.” She giggled. “I’ve just been waiting for this all day.”

She stretched her arms around my neck and pulled me in.

I was going to tell her to stop. Explain why we couldn’t and shouldn’t do what we were doing.

But I just couldn’t.

She was like a drug to me. And the second I felt those heavenly, soft lips against mine, I just gave in and let it take over.

It felt so good to kiss her. To explore her mouth with my tongue and let hers wrestle with mine. We backed up to my desk and I was already rock hard. Amber slid her hand up my leg and grasped my bulge. She gently traced her fingers along it before undoing my zip and fishing my dick from my pants.

She stroked it up and down as we kissed, her light grip and slow strokes teasing joy throughout my body.

She pulled away from my lips and I could feel her warm, minty breath on my face.

“I want it inside of me.” She purred.

I gulped. “I-I don’t have any condoms with me.”

She grabbed my belt. “I didn’t ask if you had any condoms.”

She unbuckled it. “I asked you,”

She tugged it. “to”

Pulled it all away around my pants. “FUCK.”

Then off them completely. “MY.”

She dangled it in front of me. “BRAINS.”

She dropped it to the floor. “OUT.”

The second my belt hit the floor, I scooped Amber up and spun her around, planting her ass on my desk and running my hands up her skirt.

“Still not wearing panties to school? Naught girl.” I growled.

I pressed my lips to hers as she unbuttoned my pants and tugged them down. I heaved my briefs down and over my hard cock then positioned it between her thighs, quickly finding her wet spot.

She wrapped her arms around my neck as I drove my tongue down her throat. She spread her legs nice and wide for me and I pushed my cock in to the softest, tightest twat I’d ever known. She pulled her face from me as it went in and we stared into each other’s eyes. The sensations of her warm, wet pussy were divine.

I planted kisses on her neck as she traced her fingers through my hair, meanwhile my fingers were working on the remaining buttons of her shirt. As soon as they were off, I parted it and buried my face in her bouncing breasts.

She held me tight, stroking my head as I reveled in the moment. My body was burning, I knew my face was bright red. I pulled my head from Amber’s chest and gazed at her. She looked as flushed as I did, and I could see her biting her lip hard.

“Are you okay?” I whispered.

She nodded and I continued thrusting, feeling tingling sensations all over my body and the primal instinct to breed cloud my mind.

I gently held her cheek, a stray hair strand clinging to her sweaty face as I picked up my speed.

“You’re so beautiful.” I told her.

I looked down at her jiggling tits, my free hand feeling up her tight body and my impending orgasm moments away.

“Oh fuck.” I groaned.

I looked back at Amber. That fucking, innocent, doe-eyed expression of hers got me. And I blew my load. It took me by surprise but I couldn’t have pulled out if I wanted to. I flooded her sweet, little pussy with my hot cum, groaning in a low rumble from my chest, failing my best efforts of staying quiet.

Instinct had taken over, causing me to still thrust into her as I unloaded the last few drops.

I had never known such pleasure.

With my cock still buried deep inside of her, we held each other.

“Fuck Amber, I’m so–”

“Shh, shh.” She whispered, planting her finger on my lips. “It’s okay.”

She removed her finger and replaced it with her mouth. We kissed passionately until the blood started leaving my dick and I withdrew from her tight slot.

The weirdest part is I didn’t feel guilty, or ashamed. Or any of those negative feelings I expected to have once the post-nut clarity hit.

I just felt peaceful.

Which is why I saw Amber over the summer break.

And we did it again.

And again.

And again.

# the end

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