You're my teacher.
I'm your student.
But the way I see you might not even reserve me a seat in hell.
That's great through...I might be transferred to heaven for it, to you.
Let me start with your teeth.
And o lord the smile, your crooked canine pokes out every time you smile at our remarks...
You keep facial hair...to look more matured ...I wonder how they would feel against my skin... soft? Tickling all over my decotellage or rough, poking at my sensitive skin angry, ready to own and mark?
There you smiled at me ... I mean at us again...
Through your shirt...
I can see a stripe of chest hair traveling down to what my imagination has to decode...imagine you stuck up skin to skin against my soft form, my nipples rubbing against yours and friction setting sparks to our surroundings...
Ohhhh ~ I feel so dirty writing this !
But then again forbidding has a different attraction to it, doesn't it?
Could I be under you as you teach me our chemistry?
The way you could whisper my name in your deep deep voice into my ears and ask me to be your ....
Your slut...
Yes I would gladly agree.
Covid-19 at its peak and they shut down the coaching institute...
And then came the online classes for me to fantasize about how I could please you while you teach others through the internet.
I would creep under the table you're sitting on, position myself near your dick and lick my lips.
This is gonna be a long story.
I imagined me being your neighbor and taking direct classes from you since I live just next door. That particular day I'd be doing the same sitting opposite to you on the study table, only not studying...
I dropped my pen...and bend down to lift it up but,
I see you sitting on the chair and manspreading,
Your Visage of manhood outlining the boxers you're wearing under your tee-shirt.
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The idea creeps into my mind
Because they re gonna see what's just above and I'm gonna see underneath.
I crouch on my knees and touch the risen area with innocent hands. Such an irony. I laugh. I hear your voice jolting. But you can't stop me. They are gonna hear you . Microsoft windows 365 app doesn't have a mute option. Or does that? I dont know ...have never heard you mute in class or something...
I keep rubbing your shaft as I spread my legs to try and touch myself.
"Do question number 13.7 and I will be back"
I hear you say.
The next moment I see your hand invading my territory and holding my left hand back from touching myself .
" Bad girls don't get pleasured" you say
I imagine you say...
I mean
"Can I sir?" I ask pulling on the waistband of his shorts...
He nods
I smile
He raises himself as I pull his shorts down, he is in commando because it's his home.
His dick stands proud, skin peeled back, and red delicious tip stating straight at me leaking pre cum
I travel my hand down to the hilt and back in a motion of giving a hand job...your body tenses as your breathe hitches while talking.
I keep my ministrations on as I can hear you drawling what you're teaching.
I lick a stripe down the base of your cock now.
//Shit // you curse...
And your free hand grips down knots in my hair.
"Dia? "
Your voice jolts me back to senses...
"Yes sir"
I bring the mic piece of my headphones close to me as you ask a question I know the answer very well to.
In my imagination I take your dick in my mouth...
Letting the whole length disappear and touch the laryngopharynx of my throat...
I answer your question
"Good girl" you say in your honey refined voice
Yes sir I'm a good girl .... your good girl ...I gag on your cock...your hand gripping my hair to the point it starts paining...
Suddenly your hand pulls me back by my hair and slams back in...my eyes wincing at the Sudden lack of air...you're fucking my mouth and I love this.
"Class dismissed "
I hear you say.
And your free hand slams the laptop down pulls back the chair, me falling down on my forelimbs ...your cock drooling with my saliva freed from my mouth.
"Such a slut you are" he tugs at my hair
I look at him with innocent eyes , tears in the corners of them and mumble
"Only for you sir"
"Get up sit on my lap" you order...
I scramble myself of the ground eager to what would follow next...
"Nuh-uh ..." you pause me " panties off"
I smirk
"YES SIR"
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Our lips collide in a heated freaky makeout session style of kiss ,you tugging at my bottom lip and making it bleed...I lick the blood off savoring the taste ... blood and toxic sex turns me on so much...
Your large veiny hands slap on my ass and squeezes them making me whimper and mewl out of pleasure ...
I'm sitting on your erected dick my folds rubbing on it making it slimy and lubricated.
"Put in in Daddyyyyyyy " I beg "please"
"Yes baby " you lift me off with ease and drop me down your dick slamming straight to my core
I scream...
And put my hands on your starched ironed shirt, grabbing fists to wrinkle them...
"Filthy lil girl I must say" you remark, smiling ...showing your crooked teeth
I instantly droop to kiss down that canine earning a gasp that follows...
" I love the way you smile" I say watching your pupils dilate...are you perhaps?....
//No don't think that don't even think that // my consciousness warns...
Okay back to my imagination...
We're having sex with me being ruthlessly slammed into your dick and my body shaking violently with the movements ...until you twitch in me and I beg "can I come sir?"
You're frantically nodding with the last few slams and friction and you shoot your load inside of me with me falling back on you exhausted from the high...
"I'll mark you absent to class today" you say, your chest vibrating with the frequency on which I'm currently resting my head upon, you still in me and spilling cum down the chair on the floor...
"But you're spared front he question session for next day"
You say...
Lifting me off you and throwing into the bed , climbing right after...
"Now earn it bitch"... I see you loosening your tie with one hand the other unbuttoning your shirt...
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Only if this wasn't just a dream
I drool
Only if...
