"Y/N, I know you’re not texting in my class," Mr. Hemmings scolded from his desk. "It must be pretty important if it’s taking time away from your study guide."
"No, sir," I said quickly, unable to look him in the eye as my face turned a depp shade of red. "It wasn’t important."
"Than you don’t mind sharing it with the class?"
"Oh, no, I’m sure they’re not interested in.." By the time I managed out the words, Mr. Hemmings was already walking towards my desk. He held out his hand and I placed my phone in his palm, looking down at my unfinished study guide as he started reading it the unfinished message out loud.
"Mr. Hemmings looks hella hot today, what I wouldn’t do to.." His voice trailed off.
As the classroom burst into a fit of giggles, he locked my phone and shoved it into his pocket, grunting, “See me after class.”
I laid my head on the desk, ignoring my classmates jokes and the churning in my stomach as I thought about what was going to happen. The whole school would know about this by Monday, and Mr. Hemmings would probably call my mother and have me switched out of his class. I couldn’t help it! He was a young, handsome teacher straight out of uni with a smile that could cure cancer and an ass sent from the heavens. I couldn’t be the only one attracted to him.
When the bell rang, I let out a deep sigh and let everyone leave the classroom. When they had all gone, I walked with shaky knees over to Mr. Hemmings desk. He looked up at me and raised an eyebrow, standing up so I had to tilt my head back to keep my gaze meeting his.
"Hella hot, huh?" He smirked, and I was practically knocked on my feet in confusion. "I mean, I knew I looked good in blue, but.. I didn’t think my students would notice. Especially not the smart ones, y/n.. I didn’t think you were the type to let men distract you."
"I’m confused.." I mumbled as he grabbed a ruler from the cup of pencils on his desk.
"You did break one of my rules, though.." He murmured, walking over to the door and covering the window with the paper we use to secure the rooms during lockdowns. Then he locked it. "So I can’t just let you off." Then he walked to the window, dropping the shades and they fell in a domino effect.
"Mr. Hemmings?" I squeaked.
"Yes, y/n?"
"What’s going on?"
Without warning, he laid his hand on the small of my back and bent me over the nearest desk, flipping the skirt of my uniform up and exposing my black lace panites. He let out a low, seductive chuckle. “Well, you’re in detention.” With that, he laid a hard smack on my ass with the ruler. I sucked in a breath, asuming it would have hurt worse if I wasn’t too focused on the sudden throbbing in my core.
He let go of me and put the ruler down, so I stood up and spun around. He was leaned up agaisnt his desk, a sexy smirk on his face. I grabbed his tie and pulled him down to my level, shocking him a bit. I told him, “Don’t tease me, Mr. Hemmings.”
He grabbed me by my thighs, picking me up and pressing my lips to his. “Is this how you discipline all your students?” I asked against his mouth.
"Only the ones better looking than their GPA," He replied, pushing me against the chalk board and setting me on my feet.
"You’re such teacher," I laughed, then gasped a bit as his hand found it’s way under my skirt. He tugged at my panites and dropped them. They slid down my legs and dropped to the floor as I stared at him, wide eyed. His too fingers collected the wentness dripping from my core, moving to my clit and rubbing at a delicious pace. I let out a small moan, slightly tilting my head against the board.
"I’m not only good at math, my dear," He whispered hot breath into my ear, leaving light kisses on my neck as his other unoccupied hand slipped up my shirt.
When he was done groping my breasts and suffientiently hard, he’d already had soft moans escaping my lips for a few minutes. I was more than ready for him.He grabbed the back of my thigh, and I could feel the cool touch of my own wetness on his fingers. He lifted me up, dropping me down on him abrubtly. I let out a moan, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pressed me up against the board harder as he thrust into me. I pressed my chest against him, one hand grasping his tie and the other in his hair.
He had his face pressed to my neck, biting softly as he let out small grunts. “Fuck, I..” I moaned.
"Swearing at your teacher now?" He breathed out, carrying me over to his desk and sitting down. He grabbed my hair in a fist, pulling my head back and burying his face in my chest as I began to ride him. "You’ve been such a bad girl today, I’m not sure if you get to cum."
"Please, Mr. Hemmings," I said, bouncing on his dick and rolling my hips at the same time so I could feel the pressure on my clit. I bit my lip, stopping in mid-drop and feeling the muscles in my thighs tighten.
"Oh, no," He grunted, "Detention isn’t over."
He flipped us, laying me back on the desk. We knocked a book on the floor as he pounded into me, his breathes getting heavier as I cried out for him. He put his hand over my mouth, holding back a loud grunt as he felt me cum around him.
He pulled out of me and stood up, yanking me off of his desk. I hadn’t regained the strength to stand, so he dropped me to my knees, ordering me to do one thing. “Suck.” I took him in my mouth, only having to suck hard for a few moments before he pulled himself out of my mouth, finishing on my chest
I kissed his tip and stood up, a bit wobbly, but okay enough to straighten his tie and give him a smile. I walked over to the board, which was half erased, and picked up my panties. Approaching his desk, which he was leaned up agaisnt as he redid his belt, I put my panties in the top desk of his drawer and reached in his pocket to retrieve my phone.
I put on my sweater to his what he’d done. “Maybe tomorrow I’ll chew some gum,” I winked as I grabbed my , turning around on my heel and heading out.
As I walked out, he called after me, “That won’t be the only thing I’ll make you swallow.”
