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This story contains subjects of Teacher x Student, Dirty talk , Graphic Details , One night stand and Heated emotions. if you are sensitive to any of those themes, I suggest moving on to the next chapter are starting a new story.
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This specific story is written in third person.
Vanessa sat in her seat as she watched her professor flaunt his way across the class room, gesticulating with his large calloused hands as his deep voice reached every corner of the large room.
She watched as he cleared his throat, she couldn't seem to take her eyes off of him. She squirmed in her seat slightly, biting her lip to keep herself from making a sound as her core began to throb and her lacy white underwear began to feel uncomfortable.
Her sweet smell filled her own senses and she blushed deeply, only imagining the people around her could smell her desire too. When it came to Professor Martins, she couldn't help herself. His tall frame towered over her own and his Ocean blue eyes sparkled as he spoke. His full lips captivated her and the way his eyes seemed to always find her aroused her beyond belief.
There was no denying that she wanted him, she just had to figure out how to make it happen.
She leaned forward hoping her shirt was low enough to expose her matching bra as she pouted her lips.
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Professor Martin's eyes landed on Vanessa again and his breath hitched, he tried to cover it with clearing his throat for the fourth time in one class. He quickly looked at the time and sat down to complete his lecture.
10 more minutes. He told himself. There was no way he could stand anymore, the sight of Vanessa with her full breasts pressed against the table and her legs parted enough for him to see the fabric of her white panties was driving him crazy.
He could feel the fabric of his pants tighten as he allowed himself a second to take in the view. He finished off his talk about the homework everyone was assigned that was due the next day and ended class early, eager for release before his next class.
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Vanessa bit her lip as everyone began filing out, she stood slowly, bending down to pick up her stuff, fully aware his eyes were on her perfect round ass.
She stood back up and walked down to his desk practicing her questions in her head she had come up with as an excuse to talk to him.
"Miss Smith." He said, clearing his voice as she widened her eyes.
"Mr, Martins." She whispered but her tone came out full of want.
"How can I help you?" He asked leaning forward, she didn't miss the split second where his eyes landed on her breasts and he shifted in his seat. She couldn't help but feel giddy at the prospect of him being affected by her.
Vanessa threw caution to the wind as she stood up and walked around his desk, she sat on it in front of him clearly shocking him.
"What are you..." He began as she lifted her skirt some more allowing him a perfect view of the moisture soaked underwear.
"I have a problem." She whispered seductively.
"I see that." He replied, his eyes meeting hers "How can I help you with it?" He asked, his voice husky and strained as he tried to keep himself composed.
Vanessa takes her top and slowly pulls it off, giving him as much of an innocent look as she could muster.
"Well, I have a few ideas." She says as she goes to remove her bra, Mr Martins leans back as she can see his hard on trying to escape his tightly fit pants.
Vanessa unclasps her bra and let breasts fall freely as his breath sharply hitches.
"Wow." is all he can muster as he stands up between her legs, one hand cups her breast firmly as his lips crash hungrily onto hers.
She moans against his lips as her breast rests in the palm of his hand, she fumbles with his belt, eager to free what she has only ever dreamed of.
Together they work his pants off as he lifts her into his arms, sliding her skirt up her belly and tearing her soaked pair of underwear off in an urgent hurry.
His tip teases her entrance as he slowly enters her, she gasps and digs her nails into his shoulders as he fills her entirely.
"Oh.. my.." She begins but before she can finish her sentence he thrusts into her and lays her back down on the table. Pinning her wrists above her head as he thrusts again. Her eyes roll back into her head as she struggles to catch her breath consumed by the pleasure his every movement gives.
She can feel herself building as she grinds against his every thrust, she moans loudly as he thrusts once more, she lets go, coming undone as pleasure hits her in waves, he comes undone inside of her and moans her name.
