50 Shades of Stan🔥

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           (part 2 of "My favorite subject 🔥🎓📚")

It was amazing how in 10 private lessons I was able to overcome my bad grades in Maths: the work before pleasure and it happened twice at Mr. Stan's flat. In his bed. On his couch. In the kitchen. He was an adult man and, thank to his experience, I learnt some tricks most of my friends didn't know for sure: he gave me all the "weapons" to drive a man crazy on his knees for the delight. One day, he told me they had moved him to another city and school; therefore we wouldn't be able to keep on with our sexual intercourse. My academic gaps were solved then his presence wasn't required anymore. That should have been the last time and who knew if we would have met again. "I will miss you, my nasty baby girl, if only you were a little older maybe we could have tried to stay together.." he said to me while we were laying naked in bed, my arm over his broad chest and his around my waist, resting from another round of wild sex. "Same, Sebastian. Maybe in another life or..." he stopped my words with a deep kiss, his tongue hungrily playing with mine, as his fingers sank inside my cunt between my wet folders. Moaning I grabbed his dick into my fingers starting to stroke it back and forth.

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I graduated high school finally and went to college, 100 kms from my hometown. My parents and I switched between the weekends to meet: I came back home on the first and the third one every month then they did the same but on the second and forth one. I spent Christmas Holidays and summer vacations or similar at home, going out with my friends who were back as well from their colleges. My love life was free: I applied what Mr. Stan had taught me but never had a serious relationship with a guy, even if word got out about my experience as such a young woman. Some of the girls at my college became jealous of my "success" with the guys and named me "B-Hailey" (b stood for bitch) but I didn't give a fuck.

During the last year, our computer science professor had to take a leave for a disease: a new professor came to replace him. Imagine my surprise when I saw Mr. Stan walking into our classroom "good morning, boys and girls..Or should I call you ladies and gentlemen, giving the fact that you're going to graduate in few months? Oh, I see familiar faces among this crowd..." Jules and I knew he was talking about us but didn't look at each other. "We would be together till the final exam, let's see who would like to tell me at which topic of the program you stopped..." he said scrolling down the list of students from A to Z on the grade book. "Is Mrs. Anderson in today ? Where are you?" he stared at me, I swallowed and answered "It's me over here. Nice to meet you, Professor Stan". He hadn't changed, still hot as hell and... a stream of throwbacks came to my mind, from all the times we had the wildest and most perverted sex ever.  I was sure he hadn't forgotten about it as well from the way his eyes weren't leaving mine. "Please, where were you with Mr. Evans?" I told him the page number from the big book of computer science "great, come to the blackboard, please Mrs. Anderson". He tortured me with a very hard exercise challenging all my weak spot, which he obviously remembered very well but I was more than ready to solve them without any hesitation. It looked like a fight between us, even if we were the only ones to know what was beyond it. When I solved it, he clenched his chiselled jaw – how many times I saw him doing it when he blew his load tainting all over my cunt and saying "keep looking at me! Tell how much you like it...take it all, squeeze my cock...oh God..." – and told me "it is an A. congratulations. You can go back to your desk". I felt at Seventh Heaven. 1-0 for me!

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Over the following 2 weeks he was strict at his lessons, everyone found them hard but he was very helpful to explain twice when asked. Sometimes I caught him looking at me when everyone was doing exercises on his own, before checking them altogether, I was careful not to return it to avoid the fact that anyone could be aware of.

One day I had to stay for a special project with a team of students till 6 in the afternoon, after saying goodbye to Jules I noticed the light in our classroom was on: I got in and he was sitting at his chair, grading our tests. "Good evening Mr. Stan, what are you still doing here? Everyone's gone home. It's late". He smirked "You should know nobody is waiting me home, Mrs. Anderson or shall I call you Hailey..." the sound of my name from his lips after such a long time sent a heat stroke down there "Mr. Stan... please..." I closed my eyes "close the door. Now!" he ordered.     

I was afraid he had something bad to say to me about my grades or my behaviour during the lessons, even if I was sure I did nothing wrong; he stood up and hid a hand into his pocket "how have you been doing over these past years? Do you have a boyfriend? A fiancé? Or..." he walked towards me slowly, "I don't think it's a relevant question to your subject, Mr. Stan..." now his face was close only few centimetres from mine. "Don't you sound a little too bossy with me?" his breath was a breeze over my skin and my body reacted immediately to his warm one. I could feel his arouse as I lowered my eyes and saw his bulge stretching the fabric of the pants to the point they could tear off. "The desire of you has never soothed, my naughty baby girl..." we were cheek to cheek when he smelled my hair "is it me the reason why you're shaking? I feel the same after all these years, don't you? So addicted to me..."

Both my hands pulled his broad chest in the attempt to make him stop triggering me, but the sound of his whisper echoed in my ears like a magic spell "I can't believe you are trying to reject me. I taught you so many things, you've been my most dutiful pupil and now look at you! A stunning young woman with a curvy body..."  Sebastian's fingers touched the line of my neck down to pinch a nipple through the light t-shirt (it was still warm outside even if Fall was upon us), making me moan and close the eyes "you see?! Still like my stroking...my cock wants you..it's gonna explode if I don't have you here!" "Please... if anyone comes in..." I complained "or do you want me to come inside you?"

He lifted my body grabbing my thighs to support and pull me against the blackboard, I got immediately wet for his spur. "Sebastian...Don't..." his voice turned into an aroused tone "did you forget how you should call me?" and finally my mind switched on, my hesitation disappeared and my chains loosened. I looked into his steel blue eyes, as I used to do, and allow my lips to pronounce those words I learnt by heart "Yes, Sir! As you like".  I fastened my legs around his hips and locked them at the bottom of his back, while he unzipped his pants; his other hand poked around my belly to take off my underwear... his tongue sank down my mouth till I heard his smile "the good old habits..Thank God it's still you!" one of his "rules" was that I never had to wear my pants, to be always at his disposal and give him "open access" to my pussy.

The moment he pushed his dick into me was like a rebirth for my senses: he knew my body and how to turn me on as no one else. "Did you miss me, pretty little slut?" he whispered to my ear once more "as never before, Sir!" I screamed in pain and delight, but he was fast to close my mouth sharing his breath with me. I got swept away by a whirlwind of opposite emotions: I had wished and dreamed about him over the years we had been apart, all the men I had slept with enjoyed my experience but were selfish and didn't return the pleasure I gave them. Sometimes, when I had sex with myself, as I closed my eyes I saw his face or imagined his dick and/or his hands touching and spreading my folders so widely till they drove me to climax in the most lustful way. "I know you won't be satisfied if I don't add our favorite game, am I right?" I smirked "Choke me, Sir, only way you know how". His left hand wrapped around my neck so tight I fumbled for a moment then started breathing through my nose, following the rhythm of his thrusts. He loosened and tightened the grip till he blew his load, painting my inner folders and filling up my cunt with his cum "oh babe, only you can make me feel so good... you've never enough of my cock and he likes how warmly you let him in, he missed it as much as I did".

Sebastian stood against me, his shirt was sweaty for the effort as well as mine, I could feel it through the hug into his strong arms. Both still panting to pull ourselves together, when I was the one to talk first "And now? What are we going to do? it is dangerous, you know.." he kept silence for a moment thinking about a good answer "I know but, let's live it day by day... of course we shouldn't make it happen again here in school, as thrilling as it was. You're right, it's dangerous. We'll find another way to meet and... keep it going. I'm so glad I found you again. It was an incredible and pleasant surprise.. My naughty girl!"

I smiled at him: we didn't know where that thing was going to take us, but it was worth living all the way!