Shit.
My heart begins to rush as adrenaline takes over, and I struggle in search of the unsubmit button.
However, it seems that both Mr. Thompson and God are cruel. The assignment is single-submit only, and the time is 11:58 p.m., which indicates –
He will be reading my well-written erotica in a few hours. regarding me plus him. instead of the history essay I was supposed to turn in.
“Fuck.” As I enter a panicked state, a thousand thoughts start to race through my mind.
He will see this and be aware of my obsession with him. The worst part is that he’ll think I’m a weirdo who fantasizes about having sex with her prof in his office. He will then inform everyone at the institution, maybe even my parents. Everyone will know. I’ll never get over this.
As my thoughts begin to choke me, I flinch at the startling chirp my laptop made.
An email was sent. the author Thompson.
Hey Ella
When you can, stop by my office tomorrow after school.
C.T.
Fuck, sh*t, sh*t.
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I make an effort to mentally get ready before knocking on his door. Trying to guess how this will turn out is causing my mind to race.
Will he tell my parents? Will he permanently kick me out of the school? He’s going to —
As soon as the door opens, my mind goes into complete coma.
Mr. Thompson is beaming with the same friendly smirk that he does each day in class. He smiles more when he sees me. He is flaunting his toned, forearms while wearing a white dress shirt folded up to the elbows.
“Ella. Please come in.”
I pause to catch my breath before entering his office.
I’m really sorry, Mr. Thompson. I begin babbling.
“Ella.” Mid-sentence, he cuts me off. He speaks firmly. “What you submitted leaves me quite disappointed.”
I lean back and refuse to look at him. I am sure that I let him down. How could he not feel let down? As I prepare for the obvious punishment that will come next, my stomach churns.
There’s a lot of, he begins, pausing briefly before going on. Ella, there are inconsistencies in your work.
Inconsistencies? What? Confused, I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Inconsistencies that can be resolved only by real-life experience.”
Oh? Oh
And I feel obligated, in my capacity as your instructor, to assist you in fixing your errors. With one hand on the latch, he slams the door shut. The door clicked into lock when he applied pressure to the handle.
A brief period of heavy stillness fills the room before he turns to face me. His dark eyes sparkle with something predatory.
“Get on your hands and knees.” He groans and uses a low, deep voice.
I surely take a swallow. This definitely isn’t going the way I had planned. I’m not sure what to feel or how.
“Ella.” He repeats firmly. “Get on your knees.”
“H-here?” I find myself stumbling over my words.
He laughs dryly. “what’s wrong ? In your fictional piece, I mean, you seemed quite OK about this.”
Under his gaze, I feel as though I am being stripped naked. I recall the narrative I sent him, and my face starts to heat. The narrative of him, me, and –
“Ella, you shouldn’t keep me waiting.”
As I go closer to him, his smell makes me quake in my knees. He pulls on the front of my top to draw me in, and as he does, I whimper. He then places his hand on my shoulder and slowly pulls me down.
I give way beneath the strain and fall to the ground. I have no choice but to sit on the uncomfortable carpet in his office. I suddenly find myself staring towards his crotch, where a tiny tent was already taking shape.
He lowers his hand to unbuckle his belt. ‘Unzip me,’
As I approach to unbutton and open the zipper on his pants, my hands are trembling. His boxers flop softly to the ground, followed by his pants. His semi-hard cock’s musky fragrance fills the air around me.
Observe how I’m not entirely hard.
In an effort to draw me closer to his cock, he wraps his fingers over the back of my neck.
Play with it with your hand. I take his advice and give him a help. My fingers feel warm and comfortable around him. I lightly tug on it, and I can feel it getting somewhat tougher.
Use your tongue to play with the tip. He gives orders.
I pause for a few moment before putting my mouth near his cock. I try to lick the head with my tongue, but he gets impatient and pushes me down. I grip the base of his cock in both of my hands and insert the tip into my mouth.
As I put more of him in my mouth, I can hear him exhale. When it gets close to my throat, I start to choke a little. I try to pull away, but his hand stops me.
Are you not as eager to deep throat me here?
He releases his grip, allowing me to slowly bob up and down on his cock. He’s expanding quickly inside my mouth, and my jaw is getting tired. To my relief, he backs off and removes his cock from my mouth. We were connected by thin salivary ropes that eventually snapped and caused him to collapse to the ground.
Okay, stand up. He lifts me off the ground by grabbing me by the back collar.
He spins us around and I find myself suddenly facing the wall with him towering over me. Even though I already knew he was big, being trapped to the space between his office and him puts everything into perspective.
Do you recall what happened after that, Ella?
When I consider what is meant to happen next, my pussy starts to squirt.
He breathes in me as he tucks his face into the crook of my neck and holds it there for a brief moment. Then, with just a hint of teeth, I feel his lips nip on my neck before moving up to my shoulder and taking a lob into his mouth.
I can’t help but flinch a little and raise my hands to try to grab his back, but he won’t budge. My hands are being held at the wrists and are being pinned over my head by his right hand. I groan at the sense of absolute powerlessness I have under him, like if he can use me as a toy to do whatever he wants.
His second hand follows my back until it reaches my ass, where it gently pinches it. I feel a fingertip reach my slit, and I can hear him gasp.
“Oh Ella, aren’t you a naughty girl?” Sensually, he murmurs in my ear. You did this bit right, at least.
I quickly inhale as he pokes his finger inside, but my small cunt is so moist that he just dips it in. Sometimes, so rarely that it almost seems accidental, his finger lightly brushes my clit. I start to grind on his finger to get some traction, but he swiftly pulls away.
But before I could respond, he quickly replaced one finger with two. At the fullness, I gasp. I can feel my pussy tightening over his fingers because they are considerably thicker than mine.
You’re tight, fuck . He says.
He moves slowly at first, but soon picks up speed. I nearly scream when I feel the tip of his fingers touch a spot close to my clitoral area.
He must have heard me make a noise because he hushes me. You must be quiet or I will have to gag you.
As his finger pumps in and out of me and presses firmly against the walls of my vagina, my breathing becomes more labored. I rhythmically push back against him as my pleasure increases.
But he abruptly releases his grip on me. I opened my eyes and whined in frustration. His face is covered in a smug grin.
“You are the only one to blame. In your story, you didn’t come near my fingertips.”
However, but – I’m ready to lose it because I’m so angry and my clit is so sensitive. I could have made it with just one more thrust.
“Shh – ” My numb hands are released by him from above my hand. “Switch around.”
I face the wall and mindlessly follow him in the hopes of regaining his contact with me shortly. As he pushes against my wet slit again, I exhale in relief, but it is quickly followed by an awful realization.
As his head penetrates me, his hard cock feels enormous against my cunt and stretches beyond than I had imagined it could. I sob in agony at the sensation.
He exhales shakily behind me, steps back a little, then pauses.
‘Shh, it’s all right.’ His tone is soothing and low. He plays with my nipples underneath my bra by running his hand up my body. At his touch, I find myself unwinding and the discomfort gradually fading.
To my surprise, when he slightly presses in again, the head pops in without much discomfort. Although he appears even larger inside of me, my vagina is somehow able to accommodate him. He continues to slide in till I can feel his balls against my ass and his cock pressing into a deep area of me.
“Ella, you’re taking me so well.”
He slowly pulls back a little when I feel his cock twitch inside of me. Now that I’ve gotten used to it, the sensation of his cock brushing against the top walls of my vagina is divine.
He is keeping my hips in position while pumping in and out of me more quickly now, grunting behind me. Unwillingly, I start to grind back against him while attempting to chase after him against his rhythm, but it’s ineffective.
He puts his fingers on my clit almost as if he already knew. He rubs it with thrusts that go in and out and round and round. As the incredible pleasure begins to rise inside of me once more, this time stronger, I can’t help but groan.
Now that he is pushing steadily, he is doing so harder and deeper while deftly playing with my clit. All throughout my body, from head to toe, I feel pleasure until something inside of me snaps and erupts, sending me over the edge.
He puts a hand around me and covers my lips, which I feel. While my pussy clenches and spasms around his cock, I’m screaming under his hand and pressing my back firmly against him. The pleasure is relentless as it tears through me until I’m finally reduced to a trembling wreck with spongy knees.
He is still thrusting his cock inside of me, though now they are sharper. He is seeking his own climax while grunting behind me and firmly holding into my hips. He finally pushes all the way inside of me before a warm fluid completely fills me.
He begins to relax and rests his head on my shoulder while his chest heaves.
“Like your counterpart in your novel, I hope you’re using birth control,” she said. I can feel a string of his hot sperm flowing out of my pussy as he moans and pulls away from me.
Although I wasn’t, it’s okay.
“Next time I’ll show you some other plot holes in your story.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xxqvfz/i_accidentally_sent_my_erotica_fm_23f_47m_age_gap
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