Biology lessons (nsfw, 18+)
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I hurried towards the private teacher offices. My grades had been dropping and today the professor told me to meet him there after class. I sighed. He's probably going to give me more homework, or he's going to make me write an essay, but how would that improve my biology grade...
I reached his office door and stopped. "Avoid eye contact and just accept whatever he says, that would be for the best, probably."
Timidly, I opened the door, and stumbled awkwardly into his office. He was sitting on a large office table, stacked with a lot of folders, sitting casually there, skipping through pages with
a chair in front of him, wearing jeans and a sweater, whereas I was wearing a skirt with slacks, and a parka over a shirt.
He looked up, as I approached him. "I was expecting you, Ms. S" He pointed towards the chair. I sat down and fumbled with the lining of my skirt. He's just going to lecture me, then give me extra
homework. Well, he is known as the driest professor on campus. "Yes, Sir, so..?" I suddenly felt nervous being alone with him in such a large room.
"Ms. S, I thought long and hard, how to improve your grades since they've been dropping steadily for the year", he laid the folders down and reached towards his pencil case, taking out a pen.
"And I came to a conclusion."
He handed me the pen.
I sighed internally. He's going to make me write an essay or solve a question paper right here.
"I want you to put this pen inside you."
I abruptly looked up in utter surprise. My train of thoughts couldn't seem to grasp that sentence. And for the first time, since I was here, we had direct eye contact. He had a playful smirk on his
face, and he was obviously pleased by my expression.
My face flushed, and my heart rate significantly increased within a matter of seconds.
Dumbfounded, I sat right in front of him on the chair. "Remove your slacks.", he gently ordered me to.
And in that moment, something in me switched, and I felt this tingling in my lower abdomen. I complied, and removed them. I tensed up as the cold air hit my bare legs.
"Now, slightly part your legs and insert the pen into you, and lift your skirt up , so that I can see, everything."
I could feel my face burn, but I just couldn't stop. There was no turning point anymore. I parted my legs and held the tip of the pen against me, and tried to push it in, but I felt cold and
uncomfortable. "Lift up your skirt."
I felt too embarrassed and inexperienced, I just couldn't bear it. I took the pen out. "I'm sorry, I can't."
Suddenly, he grinned at me. Which was as unexpected for me as were many other things.
"Then it seems like, that I would need to teach you a private lesson, Ms. S."
Suddenly, he took my arm and flipped me downwards on his legs. My head was thumping and I almost felt dizzy.
Then he lifted my skirt up to, and he could see my underwear and lower backside. At that moment, I was very glad, that he couldn't see my face.
And then he spanked me.
Gently at first, with breaks. A grope here and there, I responded with soft moans and escalated breathing.
I felt myself getting wetter, spank by spank. Even though I wanted to pound on me with something entirely else, somewhere else.
I slightly parted my legs. I wanted to feel more.
Then, he pushed my underwear to the side, and played with my womanhood, circling and rubbing it, then he pushed in his two fingers, slowly with long strides. Then he picked up in speed, and I felt
my musles tense up. I was about to come, but then he abruptly pulled out.
Then be swung me around on his lap, so that my legs were wrapped around him, while he still was sitting. I was embarrassed by the sudden closeness of his face.
But still, the disappointment by my lack of release was evident on my face, and his grin told me that he finds pleasure in torturing me.
Then he held his two moist fingers in front of me.
"Suck them."
This man. He had complete control over me, and he knew exactly that.
I licked his fingertips, and then I pushed forward and took them whole in my mouth while licking across. I could feel his hardness, and it just wanted me to pleasure him more. Then he took
his fingers away, seemingly still unfazed.
"Get on your knees, now it's my turn."
I went on my knees, right in front of him, as he stood up and unzipped his jeans. Evidently, he wasn't as unfazed as I thought.
His manhood was pulsating, and it was just begging to be sucked dry. I gently licked his tip, and sucked spots here and there, while moving along his shaft until I reached his testicles which
I licked and sucked at continuously.
Moved upward and took him in my mouth as far as I could, then pushed back and forth, with increasing speed,all while he was holding my head against him, and responded sometimes with shallow heaves.
I knew, that he was about to come, but he suddenly pulled my head back.
"That's enough, not quite yet."
Then he sat back on the table, and I stood up.
"I won't touch you anymore."
My face fell. Why would he want to stop now, after he has worked me up and all ready. If I was disappointed before, it wouldn't even be comparable to now.
He chuckled. He was enjoying himself even with a throbbing bulge.
"I meant, you'll need to find release yourself, he pushed himself a little further on the table. "Ride me."
With just these two words, I felt myself getting increasingly excited. And horny, I needed him to fill me up.
I dropped my wet panties and stood with my knees on either side of him on the table, as he laid down. Then I slowly moved down, but I didn't know how to exactly, gently, have him inside me.
I slowly moved down with my hips, and parted my womanhood for easier entry. Never in my life, had I been this wet. It was slippery and I pushed him in. He moaned softly as I pushed in his lenght
into me.
Then I moved my hips on him in circle pelvic motiins to get used to that sensation. And then I pushed up and down, steadily.
"Now touch yourself." So no him touching me, but I am supposed to touch myself now.
I put my hand under my shirt, but then he said, "No, not like that. Bare. I need to see."
He says the most embarrassing things sometimes. But I was so desperate for release and gouch that wanted it too.
I took of my parka. Now I was just wearing long socks, a short skirt, shirt and bra.
"Good, continue."
I took of my shirt, still moving up and down, picking up on speed.
Then, I unclasped my bra, but I held it still against me, so I wouldn't be completely exposed.
"Show me, and touch yourself." Embarrassed, I dropped my bra. He looked at me intently, up and down, my nipples were stiff not just because it was cold.
Then I pinched and groped myself, right in front of him.
Suddenly he sat up. So, if he moved a little further, our cheeks would touch. He then whispered to my ear.
"Tell me the most indecent thing you can muster up to say to me."
I moved forward, my warm breath against his ear.
"Fuck me."
Suddenly he swung me around, so he was standing, and my back was on the table. The he repeatedly thrusted into me, while he was playing and biting on my breasts. It was almost too much, and I came,
successively I clamped down on him, and tightened up.
Then his strokes became long and deep, into me, and he came into me. I kept coming, and our breathings were quick and shallow.
He collapsed on me, and for a short while, we just laid like that, still joined together. Then he pulled out. And out of me dripped out our bodily fluids.
"I'll give you biology lessons whenever you want to, Ms. S."
And I knew, I'd come back soon for more.
Submitted: February 10, 2014
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