a lesson.
TEACHER X STUDENT
a student caught masturbating
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I did not think this through. Was I really in class without panties? Yes.
Why?
Because of Mr. Martinez, my damned history teacher. He had just started his career so he was 25-26, and let me tell you- he is hot as fuck. I’m pretty sure every girl swoons over him, me being one of them. I dreamt of him every night- I bent over his desk while he fucks me. God if only he could hear my thoughts.
His face was to the board, making a timeline for something. I wasn’t even paying attention. His arms were flexing moving in such a sexy way that I was already wet.
I was sitting in the back corner and as much as I tried to resist I couldn’t. So I crept my hand under my skirt and pinched my clit. I wanted to moan but resisted. I slipped a finger in me as I tried to concentrate in the class. Mr. Martinez was asking us to copy this timeline. Everyone picked up their pens and so did I. But with a hand still inside my skirt. I bit my lip trying to suppress my moans as I watched him walk around the class.
Then he started nearing me. I should’ve put my hand away but I didn’t. I was so close. I kept pumping my finger into me. He kept on coming closer and closer and my heartbeat rose- shit now he was right above my head.
“Ms. Jules your hand is shaking is everything alright?“, he asked.
Fuck that was it- I came. My back arched and I squeaked. His eyebrows furrowed and slowly his eyes traced my hand. I blushed so fucking hard. I wanted to die of the embarrassment but somehow I liked it. It turned me on.
His eyes were on my hand which was in my skirt. He cleared his throat as I saw something twitch in his pants. It wasn’t hard to notice as his pants were really near my face. He was standing and I was sitting. He left without a word. I quickly removed my hands and my mind was blaring alarms. I just sucked it up and focused on my task.
He kept giving me small glances and sometimes when he thought I couldn’t see him, he would stare at me. I was wet & embarrassed. I need help.
The whole period felt like torture. Suddenly the bell rang and my shoulders slumped in relief. Sir just gave us some homework and dismissed the class. I quickly stood up but then he said “Ms. Jules, please stay back. I would like to talk to you about something.” I nodded and sat down.
My heart was beating out of my chest, and droplets of sweat covered my forehead- how would he confront me? ‘Ms. Jules why were you masturbating in history class?’ and I would reply with ‘Sorry sir you make me so wet and make me cum in my dreams.’
I wanted that the class would never disperse but they did and soon it was only me & him in the class. My breath hitched as he shut the door and put on the lock. He strode towards his desk and asked me to come near him.
With legs trembling I did. No one spoke for a minute. Then he cut the silence by saying, “SoAmelia,care to tell me what that in class was?” It was me masturbating duh. But I kept quiet as heat rose to my cheeks.
“Oh Amelia, I always thought you were an innocent and naive girl. But what I saw today made me change my mind. Getting off in your class with your teacher and schoolmates present? Risky and pathetic. Tell me, who were you thinking of?”
I wasn’t even able to form any words. My head was swirling.
“Tell. Me.”
His voice now was darker and more dominating. This made me wet. Fuck.
“Well, if you are not going to answer, I will get it out of you. Bend over the desk.”
My mouth formed an O shape as my mind processed his words. Did he just ask me to bend over?
“Bend over the fucking table,” His voice now was so dark that I felt scared and did what he said. Embarrassment washed over me. This situation was so surreal.
My ass was in the air and in a swift move, my skirt was pooled around my feet. Cool air rushed to my pussy and I cursed myself repeatedly for not wearing panties.
“No panties? Bad girl. You deserve punishment. Do you know why?” He spoke this in a low sexy voice as his hands massaged the globes of my ass.
“Because I masturbated in class.” I squeaked.
“And?”
“I didn’t respond to you and I did not wear panties.”
“Yes, so have you been a bad girl?”
“Yes sir,”
He groaned when I called him ‘Sir’. I guess he likes that.
“You will get 10 spanks for each punishment you made so- 30. And you will count each and every one of them.”
I nodded as his hand came down on my butt. I felt a stinging feeling on my ass and so I whimpered. “One!”
Another came down on my ass- harder than before but the pain was making me wetter.
“Two!”
And so it went on till 30- tears were coming down my eyes but the pain felt good and I was practically creaming on the desk. He massaged my ass, soothing it.
“Who were you thinking of?” He asked again.
“You,” I said with a shaky voice. He ran a finger through my slit and I shivered.
“So wet” He chuckled as he turned me around and stepped between my legs. My tears were still pouring as I sniffed. He ran his thumb over my cheeks and wiped them away.
“No need to cry. You got what you deserved and now you will be a good girl...yes?”
I nodded.
“I need words.”
“Yes”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes sir.”
He closed his eyes and took a sharp breath. Then I noticed the huge bulge in his pants. He saw where I was looking and said, “Care to help your sir with that?”
I had dreamt of this moment so many times and licked my lips and nodded.
“On your knees,” He demanded and I obliged.
He quickly undid his pants and brought his boxers down. He was so big-
“Like what you see?” I could hear the smugness and blushed.
He chuckled darkly, “Suck my dick you dirty slut”
I moaned when he called me a slut. It was so disgusting. I loved it. I immediately brought my head forward and took him in. He was so big he could barely fit in my mouth. I gagged but still, he started thrusting his hips on my face slowly. His dick slipped in and out and then he picked the speed up. He was fucking my damn face. I moaned around it, sending vibrations up his dick. He groaned and grabbed my hair.
“Fuck stand up,” He ordered. As soon as I did his lips crashed onto mine. His hands cupped my breasts which fit perfectly in his hands. He unbuttoned my stupid shirt and unclasped my bra. He stopped kissing me and took a step back to look at me.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered as he tugged on my nipples.
“How wet are you?” He asked dipping his fingers in my pussy. He ran it along my slit and brought it up. His finger was covered by my wetness. I moaned as I saw him taste it.
“Salty and sweet. Just how I like it,” he smirked. He kissed me again, rougher this time and so I moaned into his mouth. He grabbed my thighs and lifted me up. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist. In a swift moment, he thrusted his cock in me. I screamed in pleasure, moaning as his huge member adjusted in my pussy. I wasn’t a virgin but all these high school boys were nothing compared to him. “Sir,” I panted, “More!”
“You’re such a needy slut,” he said and pulled out of me, only to slam back in again. My pussy clenched as a knot formed in my stomach, he had barely fucked me and I was already ready to cum.
“More! Please!” I begged. I knew he was teasing me.
“Beg more,” He whispered.
“Daddy, please! I want you!” What the fuck? I don’t know why I said ‘daddy’ but he seemed to like it.
“More. Tell me what you want and beg for it,” He said not even moving. I groaned in frustration and legit told him my thoughts.
“Daddy I want you in my needy and tight pussy, I want your huge and beautiful cock and I want you to fuck me like a needy whore. Please, daddy, please!” I moaned.
“Good,” He groaned before pulling out and slamming again. He moved in my hot pussy and the wetness made it easier. He groaned and within minutes I started cumming. My legs were shaking and I was panting. He pulled out of me but he was unsatisfied.
“Bend over”, he said. I immediately did so, and bent over the desk. He gave my sore ass a hard slap and moved in my pussy and started moving in me catching me off guard, my pussy clenched over and over making his groan. His groans were really sexy.
He spanked me once or twice but never stopped slamming into me. He played with my clit and my nipples rubbed against the desk. My pussy clenched again as the knot returned.
“Cumming again? What a cum slut” he chuckled making me rub against him. I resisted the urge and he thrusted in me with more power. Countless moans were slipping out of my mouth.
“Fuck I’m close,” he murmured. My pussy clenched at this and came. My legs were shaking and were numb after another huge orgasm. I was creaming ridiculously and exploded all over him, he pulled out and jerked himself a few times but I immediately got on my knees and took him in me. I played with his balls and bobbed my head on him. He moaned and came into my throat. His hot and sticky cum on my throat felt like an honor and I swallowed all of it.
He didn’t really say anything and started wearing his boxers and pants. His shirt was on all the time. Not really cool but I started wearing my clothes.
“So....,” I said, “what now?”
Sir chuckled and said, “You’re now my little slut. This was nothing, next time I will make it even better,” he smirked as my jaw fell down.
I shouldn’t have liked this but I did and nodded. He gave me a teacher’s pass and I made my way out. Fucking hell. I was Mr. Martinez’s slut. I giggled and walked away.
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