Smutty One-Shots

Her Stalker Part-3 (A New Stalker Erotica, With A Twist)

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Tropes:

1. Stalker 2. Professor X Student 3. Masked man 4. Biker Male Lead 6. Age Gap.

HER POV:

What do you do when you find yourself in a situation where you are spread out like a buffet in front of your professor, fucking yourself to the idea of him.

And he walks in on you doing all this?

Embarrassed, ashamed, guilty, exposed? You name it and I was feeling all of that at once in that moment when I heard him curse by the door.

I was but naked laid out on his bed, with my legs spread and my fingers between my legs moaning his name. My professor's name, who is standing at the door looking at me as I scramble around the room to get dressed and make myself presentable.

I don't know how I'm going to face him. Having a crush on your teacher is a bad idea but I don't think one should ever fuck themselves in that said professor's house while the said professor can walk in on you in the middle of the action.

"I...I...I am...I think I should leave...Sorry for the...Umm...all of that...You didn't have to see that...I...I don't know what I was..."

But before I could dig a deeper hole for myself to jump in, he took the three steps towards me inside the room and took a hold of my chin forcing me to look at him.

Trust me I wanted to look anywhere but at his face, those piercing eyes were boring into my soul as if he could read all of my thoughts just by staring into my eyes.

"If you want to leave, I am not going to stop you, but answer me this. Were you touching yourself thinking about me?"

I was stunned, how could he ask me that? How could anyone ask anyone that?

But my stupid brain which I had tossed out just a few minutes ago, decided to return at that exact moment and answer for me.

"Yes," I whispered getting lost in his gaze.

"Then I guess you should continue what you were doing while I watch." He said and moved back to lean against the doorframe.

I was so baffled that I just wanted to get away from him from this house, the embarrassment was too much for me to bear.

I held my head down and beelined for the door, but he blocked my way.

Without looking up at him I wanted to get the hell out, even though the rain was pouring and it was dark outside I wanted to leave. Anything to get out of this situation. But he was blocking my way.

"Please let me go..." I whispered.

"Look outside, pouring, I am not going to let you go out alone at this hour. Plus, I rather enjoyed the show you had put on earlier." He smirked.

Was he mocking me? I guess he was I mean I was so ashamed of myself too.

I did not know when the first tear slipped out of my eyes, but he noticed it.

Within seconds I was pinned against the wall next to me and he was hovering over me. My eyes were watery and I was so ashamed of myself.

"I'm...I'm so so sorry...I did not..." I tried to speak through my silent sobs but he shushed me quietly.