Hot for Teacher: Part 1

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Hot for Teacher: Part 1It was one of the last Fridays of the summer trimester before the end of the year and, incidentally, my graduation. Squat for career prospects, and barely having had any time for myself had left me exhausted and exasperated. Not to mention that our lecturer had been droning on for the past couple of hours. Half the room was already asleep, and for all I knew we were all slightly dead inside.I wouldn’t consider myself as anybody particularly special, or talented. I decided to go to uni at the very last minute, and while I had barely any idea of what I wanted to do later in my life, I had had some high expectations. Now I look back at the past few years; I have to say they were crap… First year was OK: I went to plenty of parties and pub crawls, got wasted a few times, made out with a couple of chicks, maybe fingered a couple. Then as second year began, as things actually began to matter, I lost the plot a little. I mean, most of the time I was bored: no one was going out anymore now that everyone had begun secluding themselves in the library and dorm rooms, and I was beginning to regret even coming. By the third year I was banging my head on tables wishing for it to end. I should have gone on a gap year or something and gone to Thailand.Thankfully, our lecturer was closing up. People were already waking up and packing their bags, and some were already hightailing it out. I was barely listening to the poor woman as I also began to pack my things. She was young for a lecturer. I think she was doing a PhD or something, but she couldn’t have been older than maybe 26; a blonde, nice body, some future prospects. Definitely wife material for the lucky guy. Just as I was about to zip up, I heard her call out my name.Class was over, and I walked down to the bottom of the lecture theatre with a slightly unfounded sense of anticipation and curiosity. The irony of it all was that this was the first female I would have spoken to in too many weeks: too many weeks that I had simply whittled away by whacking my dick rather than actually trying to look for a nice girl to spend the closing months with. As I approached her, I saw her sifting through some papers. I immediately knew what this was all about: the coursework that I had submitted late. There were a couple of students already there talking to her about graduate careers and whatever. As soon as I stepped up, behind the small huddle to await my fate, she picked me out and beckoned for me to come over, completely cutting off of that pretentious girl who was blabbing on about her work experience last summer.She immediately smiled at me, and began rustling through her papers. She was much prettier up close than from my seat at the back of the theatre. She actually had a pleasant face, and a really cute smile to go with it. As I started eying her body, I looked down. Suddenly, it felt like the thermostat had gone through the roof: in the heat she had pretty much undone her blouse, exposing only the wafer thin, white tank top beneath. I could see the outlines of her breasts, and noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra at all. Hell, I could see her nipples poke through. I gulped heavily, and began to sweat a little. I could feel the bulge in my trousers grow. She looked back up at me, and smiled again. Her blue eyes sparked and her face glowed. “Just bear with me a second.” She hummed. She put down atakum escort the papers she was handling and began poking around the lectern. As she bent over to fiddle around the shelves, her thin top opened up. Almost as if in a staring contest, her breasts were fully exposed and jiggled as she pushed around with her hands, while her pink nipples had my full attention. They looked so supple and soft, and bobbed up and down so much. I could feel by back beginning to sweat, and my cock was trying to bust through the seams of my pants. If she kept this up, I was surely going to explode. All of a sudden, she pulled out a paper and victoriously held it up, making her breasts bounce a last time, the nipples still taunting me through her top. “Found it!” She had turned a little red in the face, and flicked her hair behind her ear. She began skimming the document. When she reached the last page however, her face became a little solemn. Uh oh. Her face quickly lit up again as she whisked a pen off the lectern and scribbled something down. She looked up again at me and smiled at me again, but for a split second, something dark had overcome her eyes, and before I could make anything of it she began to glow again. As I reached out for my paper, she pushed her hand closer. Before I could notice, rather than grabbing the paper I was holding her hand. I must have jumped at least a metre. Words suddenly escaped me as I tried to apologise. While I was undergoing a sensual whirlwind, she said nonchalantly, though blushing a little bit, “I sometimes do get a little bit excited too.” What the hell was that supposed to mean? What was this woman playing at? I quickly scampered away before I left a difficult stain to clean in my underwear. This woman was crazy, I thought to myself. As I got out of her out of my sight, I opened up my paper. My hands were shaking, and I could even hear my own heartbeat. I jumped straight to the end, completely ignoring everything else. The first thing I saw was my grade. Shit, I had barely passed and with my current performance, I was going to completely mess up my whole degree. But before I could think more of it, I spotted what she had written just before.“See me”, it read.——————————It was already getting late, and I was still wondering what to do. On one hand, I could be imagining everything, and I was going to see her simply to discuss my results. On the other… I was just trying to get to grips with this crazy lady. Just before 7pm I arrived at the admin building. The entire place was vacant of staff, and I was feeling very nervous and hot. The temperature had barely subsided since the lecture, and all the conditioning units were switched off. I wondered around the place, looking for her office. Each step was leaden. Why was I feeling as if I was going to be sacrificing myself; what was the worst that could possibly happen? After a couple of minutes, I finally located the room, at the end of the corridor on the top floor. I could see the whole campus from end to end up there, and even then there was barely anybody out. I gingerly tapped on the door. No answer. I waited a few seconds. I tapped again. Nothing. I slowly turned the handle and peeked inside. She wasn’t in. I stepped forwards and closed the door behind me. I dropped by bag by her desk and waited. I thought to myself that if she didn’t show up within escort atakum the next few minutes, I was going to leg it and forget that this had ever happened. The minutes ticked by. A cold sweat slowly engulfed as I was locked in place with anticipation. My mouth was dry, and my heart was thumping hard in my chest. Suddenly, my eyes got covered up by something being put on my head. Paralysed in place, I awaited my fate. Her pearly voice whispered in my ear. ‘I’m so happy you actually came. I was worried that I had overdone it.’ I began to shiver.‘I can bring your grade up if you want. So long that you give me something in exchange.’ She began to grope my buttocks. I was pretty sure that this was ****, but all I could do is nod as I began to feel my shaft extend. She continued to grope my ass with her hands as she pulled my forwards. I could feel her soft breasts squish onto my back. They were so warm and delightful. She stopped me, and pressed her hot body tightly against mine, and whispered from behind me, ’Now, you let me do the talking,’ and she gently bit my ear. Her hot breath brushed against my neck. She turned me around and pushed me down onto her chair. I felt her sit down on my lap facing towards me. Her breasts brushed themselves on my face. Though I was blindfolded, I could feel that she was still clothed; I could smell the light floral scent of her perfume, and also that kind of body smell. My cock was going crazy at this point. All of a sudden she began thrusting her hips backwards and forwards, as if she could feel my manhood push against her weight. Her arms had wrapped around my neck and her supple tits further pressed against my face. I was still completely immobile, completely fixed in place and content to let her continue. She squeezed against me tighter. She began to softly moan and pant as she rhythmically ground my crotch. She loosened her grip against my neck and I felt her hands descend down my sides. She took hold of my t-shirt and slowly pulled it over my head. As it whumped on the floor, I felt her heat directly on my face. ‘Your turn.’ She moaned softly, and pulled my arms towards her hips. I also pulled up her top, and as I dropped it on the floor, a surge of energy in me took the initiative. I quickly took hold of her soft breasts in my hands and squeezed them tightly. She sighed, and then giggled. As I massaged her boobs, I wrapped my mouth against her left nipple and bit the tip gently. She continued to moan, but I was rewarded with much more vigorous grinding on her part. The tempo had increased; still not quite my tempo. I alternated between her nipples, and I could soon begin to lick her sweat off her burning skin. Then, as we slowly increased in speed and intensity, I could feel some slight movements around my crotch, although she was not rubbing me off with her hands. Was she playing with herself? Oh wow, this girl is dirty! I had to do something about it. I slid my hands down her back and into the rear of her panties underneath her skirt. Unopposed, I proceeded to gently rub her asshole. She rubbed her pelvis against my crotch much faster now. I brought up one of my hands and pushed one of my fingers into her mouth, which she proceeded to lather it with her saliva. I thought I had mistakenly heard her say ‘I’ve got an even better idea’, but she then took hold of my hand and slowly brought it right into atakum escort bayan her panties. Holy shit! She was utterly soaking wet. Her panties were so hot and moist, I wondered how much longer she would last before she climaxed. I began to toy with her clitoris, but I remained committed despite my desire to probe her insides more intensely. My entire hand quickly became drenched in her juices. I slipped my hand along the inner lining of her panties, back to rubbing her asshole. Then, I slowly pressed my middle finger into her anus. She let out a much louder man this time. I slowly moved it in and out of her tight hole easily thanks to the natural lubricant that I had just applied. Just as I started to put more of my finger inside of her, she began to moan louder. I could feel her breath against my neck increasing in speed and heaviness. I brought my face closer to her lips, and began to kiss her. Her tongue and mine danced. Her moans, now muffled inside our mouths made my chest vibrate. I could feel her body beginning to heave, and her thrusting motions became so vigorous that I thought I was just about ready to discharge straight in my pants. All of a sudden she tore herself away from my lips and stopped grinding; I felt her back arch, and she let out the most extraordinary moan that I had ever heard. I could feel a warm dampness seep through my trousers.She shook and panted and moaned as her orgasm went wild, but I didn’t stop fingering her ass, prolonging her pleasure, and by which stage my finger had already reached its maximal penetration. As the intensity of her climax ebbed away, I was feeling ready to start the next assault. I sensed that she was also game, as she got up off my lap to presumably remove her soiled panties. Grinning ear to ear, confident in my soldier’s eagerness at standing to attention, I began to pull down my trousers and my underwear, both of which had also become soaked in her juices. I still left on the bobble hat that she had put on my head, continuing to play her game. With my cock upright and my balls ready to burst, I awaited the magnificent.And waited.And waited.Cautiously I took off the hat. The room had darkened considerably since I had come in. She was nowhere to be seen. I got up from the chair, and stepped into a puddle of which I can only guess. But she had gone. She had soundlessly disappeared. By this stage my dick had already become limp. I started to grab my clothes, stepping over the puddle by the foot of the chair. I grabbed something very wet among my clothes, and brought it up to my nose to take a whiff. bloody heck, that’s not mine! I gingerly stepped over to the light switch and flicked it on. I could immediately see the enormous patch of dark blue on the carpet beneath the chair. She must have cummed so hard, it’s a miracle we didn’t drown! Then I noticed in my hand a pair of white panties that were practically dripping. Still holding onto them, I put on my clothes – which for that matter also had some very conspicuous damp patches – and took off.I managed to get back to my dorm room unseen. I didn’t know what I was feeling. It was by FAR the freakiest shit that had ever happened to me, least of all at my time at uni. But damn, I wanted to get my turn! I was not going to leave it at that. For the time being however, it was time to rip up my laptop and do the necessary, her panties still in hand.Thanks for reading and don’t forget to favourite!Also be sure to read part 2 when I get round to it! I would love it if you could also leave a comment or send me PM to tell me what you think so that I can make the next ones better!Cheers!Monodopo

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