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greedy by dragoneyelashart

friends with benefits by graceywritess

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can you fix it? by dragoneyelashart

need a hand? by heavensoutofsight

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Billie’s got a crush by gracieeilish

She wanted to ruin that.

But she could look at you and tell you were inexperienced.

Fuck—she wanted that.

God, she needed it.

It didn’t help when you’d sometimes stay back from your lunch time to do some work. You’d sit at the top row of her classroom, headphones in as you worked on some assignments. She loved it every time you knocked on the door and asked if you could and when she let you, she’d secretly snap pictures of you and made sure to angle it where she could clearly see your cock. She had a whole collection in her phone—she even printed some out.

She knew it was wrong to pleasure herself late at night to them, but fuck she needed you. She wanted to put you through her mattress, ride you into oblivion, have you equally obsessed with her as she’s obsessed with you. The idea of knowing how many students were ogling over her yet you, her favorite student always being respectful to her had her mind fueling. The thoughts she’d chase late at night with her hand frantically working in her panties were what fueled her so much.

The thrill of knowing that she could have you if she wanted you but slowly opening herself to it—it was so delicious to think about. Daniela hadn’t had a partner in a long while so she was definitely touch starved. Her knowing what your physique was, knowing how big your cock was, all of that made her want you even more. She knew you could manhandle her but you’d probably be too scared to. Too afraid to even touch her, more than likely.

But that was something she wanted you to feel. Not fear towards her. She wanted you to have fear towards the fact that if she gave herself to you, you would fear losing her in any way. Daniela was one good manipulator, so she knew she could have you wrapped around her finger in absolutely no time. But it was something she wanted to take her time with because she definitely didn’t want you reporting her to any of the schools authorities.

Truth is, she likes her job. But you just make the job way more likable.

It was the start of the morning—Daniela sitting at her desk waiting for class to start, which was only a few minutes from now. But of course as always, you showed up before anyone. Her eyes looked up from the papers she was working on, grading some work for all of her students. But she was intrigued by how smart you were, how if you missed a question to something you’d get everything else correct. That was impressive to her.

She watched you walk to your desk as you waved, “good morning, Ms. Avanzini. How are you?” Your voice was so soft.

Daniela shot you a small smile, “good morning, ____. I’m doing just fine. How about yourself?”

She watched you take your seat, taking your backpack off and setting it down onto the floor. You were wearing such a casual outfit yet she could still see it. She could see it restrained behind your pants, her mouth practically watering from the sight.

“I’m doing good too. I finished that assignment that you gave us, which was pretty easy,” your smug smile was everything to her, but she knew it was playful and innocent. You took pride in knowing that you were always on top of doing your work, “you gotta start giving me harder work though, because it gets boring after a while.”

A low laugh left her, “maybe it’s because you’re so smart, ____. Besides, I just gave you that assignment Monday morning, and it’s only Tuesday. You know it’s due this Friday, correct?”

“Yeah, I know,” she knew exactly how you worked and that no matter how soon she gave you work and where the deadline was, you always did it as early as possible. “I don’t ever wanna accidentally forget about it so when you give us assignments like that, I write it down in my notes as a reminder so I don’t forget. Because I will forget.”

Your laugh was so cute. She wondered what else your voice could do? She shook the thought from her head, “that’s understandable, I’m glad you do them early but don’t ever smother yourself with my work. Just as long as you do them, there’s no need to rush. Even if you miss the deadline, I don’t mind giving you an extra day to do it.”

You loved how understanding Ms. Avanzini was towards all of her students, especially you. It was something that never went unnoticed by you so your thanks to her was you just doing the assignments beforehand.

“Trust me, I definitely take some time to do other things besides work. Just gotta make sure I don’t lose my streak of always getting my work done on time.” You both shared a chuckle. She eyed you from her desk, you not noticing it due to you leaning down and picking up your backpack. You stood up and unzipped it, going into it to find the assignment. You had it in a folder and wanted to go ahead and give it to her. “So here it is—I forgot it was a packet.”

You had done the entire packet in one day. Which she thought was impressive because it was a thick packet and not only that, but her students claimed that her class was the hardest class. But you didn’t think it was, you thought it was one of the easiest. What had her so impressed was the fact that a lot of the questions required you to write a lot, yet you just did it all so easily without any kind of complaints. Even in class when she gave assignments, you were almost always the first one done with every question answered correctly.

You took a hold of the packet and zipped your bag back up, placing it on the floor beside your chair and walking down the steps to her desk. You didn’t notice the way she practically drooled over you, she was able to hide that so well. When you got up close on her desk and walked behind it next to her, you saw that she had one leg crossed over the other. She was always sitting like that, so comfortably in her classroom.

She shuttered slightly at the sight of you next to her, your waist being eye level with her. Fuck—it was there. Just begging to be released and devoured. She could hardly look away, her eyes hesitantly going to the work before her. She uncrossed her legs and leaned against her desk, both her forearms resting there as she looked up at you from the side. You handed her your packet, her fingers brushing yours slightly it had her holding back a moan.

“It’s crazy you did this in one day, ____,” she sat up and eyed the packet, flipping through the pages to see it was all complete, not missing how you knelt down and dropped your gaze on the packet too, “I know you said you don’t focus all your time on this but you could’ve fooled me. I gave you all a week for a reason, you know.”

You chuckled softly which caused her to eye you, “I know but I rather not wait to the very last second like half the people in this class do.” You turned to her, seeing how she had such a small smile on her face as you spoke.

She turned back to the packet and closed it, putting it in the rack of finished work on the corner of her desk. She turned her seat to you, you standing up and looking down at her. She threw her leg back over the other, making sure that the skirt she was wearing slid off her thighs enough to expose her plush thighs to you. She could’ve sworn she saw your cock twitch briefly, making her thoughts squeeze together just slightly.

“Well, you are my star student ____. So I’m glad you’re so level headed and focused all the time. Keep up the good work.” The way your smile plastered across your face almost had her folding completely. Fuck—she wanted to know what other faces you could make for her.

You turned to walk back to your seat, hearing the feet of your classmates down the hall. She watched you walk to your seat. Your back looked so toned too, she wanted to mark it up so badly. She wanted to mark every part of you and ruin you completely. She wondered if any of the things she did like exposing her thighs to you, sometimes having the top button of her shirt open, or even the way she stared at you from over her glasses—she wondered if it did anything to you?

She knew the answer was probably no.

Because you were all about your work. Your grades. Hoping to become valedictorian. With how smart you are, she knows that you could definitely become valedictorian in no time.

You sat back in your seat, your head turning as you saw all the students flooding the classroom. You didn’t know what today’s lesson would be about, but you knew your fellow classmates would make it exhausting. You personally enjoyed Ms. Avanzini’s classes and you knew the only reason half the students never skipped her class was because of how noticeably attractive she was. Even though you didn’t look at her like that, you knew she was gorgeous.

Your eyes were trained on the front of the classroom, going to Ms. Avanzini who now stood up and walked to the front of the classroom behind the podium. You saw she had a stack of papers so you knew there was going to be some kind of long lecture accompanied by an even longer assignment. However, that just never seemed to bother you at all. It was annoying when everyone complained all the time about the work, yet always attended the class.

Everyone took their seats around you, the sound of seats being pulled out and people sitting in them. Already you could hear the groans and sighs of other students around you, the annoyance not doing a thing for Ms. Avanzini. She was the professor—simple, and you were the students so she’d give you all the work you needed to make sure you graduated. Whether anyone liked it or not.

The lights in the room went out slowly, meaning that some kind of PowerPoint was going to be presented today.

“Okay, good morning everyone. Today we’re going to be diving into this presentation. It’s a long one and yes, class is extended to be two hours today,” the entire class collectively groaned, “half of you already know you’re going to walk out before then anyway, so let’s relax.” And that made everyone laugh, a smile creeping on your face. She picked up the projector remote and started it from slide one. You could see that it was slide one out of—eighty seven.

You would be here when lunch started and possibly ended, but you didn’t mind it. You were just going to have your headphones on but still paying attention, which she told you all at the beginning of the semester that she didn’t mind. Just as long as you all jot the slides down in your notebooks. You pulled yours out and placed it on the desk, with a mechanical pencil following along and you putting some led in it. You placed your headphones on your head, low enough so no one could hear but loud enough for you to not hear too much.

She turned to the actually start of the slide and now class had officially started.

—

You don’t think you’ve ever written this much in a single day. It was so bad that you had caught a brief cramp in your hand and surprisingly, not many students had left the classroom. Some left to get lunch but came back afterwards. You, however, stayed the entire time because you knew she wouldn’t wait too long. When lunch did come, she gave everyone fifteen minutes to go get something but you didn’t go. You just continued writing in your notes, labeling them for navigation.

But it was the end of class now, so everyone was collecting their things to leave. Ms. Avanzini walked towards the light switch and turned the lights back on, “don’t forget the assignment I gave you all yesterday. Just a reminder that it’s due this Friday.”

You’re sure half of them didn’t hear her, but you definitely did. Not like that mattered to you because you’ve already completed it. They all walked out and you stood up after the fact. You saw her walking to her desk, with you taking the steps down and walking up to her. She saw you and took a seat in her chair, “is there something you need, ____?” She asked you as she leaned down to her bag that was on the floor and pulled it on top of her desk.

“No I don’t need anything, but I don’t really feel like going to lunch right now. So I ordered something.”

“In the middle of class?” Her hands stopped their movements, her eyes going to yours seeing you shrug with a smile. “What did you order?”

“Well I ordered us something. I remembered you forgot your lunch yesterday and wanted to make sure that didn’t happen again. So—I just ordered some breakfast food from that waffle place.”

She stared at you for a moment. You were so considerate and that did something to her. Because she indeed did forget her lunch again. “Oh. You’re talking about Waffle House?” She questioned you, a nod being sent her way from you. She watched you stand and pull a seat to her desk, you taking that seat and leaning back on your phone. “I’m starting to think I might be your favorite teacher.”

You looked up at her, “you most definitely are. You’re the only teacher who understands that this work can be exhausting. It’s pretty cool to have a teacher like that.”

She smiled at you, “is that why you’re always staying after classes and sometimes during lunch?”

With a nod you said, “that’s exactly it. Plus not only that, but you’re just a cool ass teacher. I mean come on, you let us go a day over deadlines, you let us skip class if we’re not feeling well, you do things that other teachers just don’t do and that’s awesome.” You adored her as your teacher, “man it’ll be a pain when I graduate. Knowing I won’t see you as much and being in your class is a little hurtful.”

Her smile faltered for a second. Because she wasn’t going to let that happen—you were definitely going to see her after you graduated. She wouldn’t allow you to even see someone else, not if she had a say in the matter. Without a doubt would she have you way before then. She didn’t have to have you—no, she desperately needed you. She wouldn’t let you graduate if she couldn’t have you.

“Don’t worry ____, you’ll be seeing me after you leave here. I’ll make sure of it.”

As you were talking, a knock echoed on the door. You both looked to the door to see a guy holding your food, causing you to stand up and walk over to him. You greeted him with a smile, which he handed you your food before leaving. You took careful steps down back to your original spot with Ms. Avanzini, placing the food on the desk along with two cups. She watched you with precision, like you were such a delicate little flower. And you were. You were everything.

You carefully took out both plates, seeing her take her seat and you placed her food in front of her along with her drink. “I got you a lemonade, if that’s okay.” You handed her the drink, seeing her take the top off of it to look in it, just before she shook it and drunk a little of it.

“Yeah, it’s good thank you, ____.” Her voice was soft and gentle with a nice smile.

You smiled at that, which you then sat down and grabbed your food and drink. You watched her for a second to make sure she liked the food, which she did. She placed the food off to the side a little so she could pull some papers in front of her to grade. You watched her, looking at the papers before her to see what she was grading. It was assignments dated from last week.

“You always grading work during lunch? Not gonna take a break, Ms. Avanzini?” You questioned, seeing her look at you for a moment.

“Of course. I personally don’t wanna stay unnecessarily long after classes, so yeah. Guess where I got that habit from?” She smirked at you over her glasses, a laugh escaping you.

“But it’s a good idea, though.” You continued eating your food.

“By the way,” she started, “—my friends are coming in here to eat with me for lunch. You can stay if you’d like.”

You nodded, “I’ll probably just go to my seat and listen to music. When are they coming?”

“Uh,” Ms. Avanzini picked up her phone, “in about five minutes.”

You continued eating. You didn’t mind her friends being here because what would you do—she’s the professor. Not only that, but you’re technically on her lunch time in her classroom currently. But you were glad she didn’t mind you being in here because you didn’t talk to no one on campus, simply because people were exhausting.

You tried making friends before but when you did it was always people trying to invite you to join stupid clubs, or weird groups that you did not want to join. So you decided to just be a loner, who just so happens to be really close to your professor. You knew she was very close to your age which was great because it wasn’t awkward at all. You and her shared similarities as far as being in the same age range.

Ms. Avanzini looked at you for a moment, a moment that you didn’t notice. She was so down bad for you it wasn’t even a joke anymore. The simple things that you did like now, from the way you were eating, the way you sat in your seat, the way you always wanted to accompany her. It was the way you were twisting her heart strings in ways that you didn’t notice at all. She was invested in you. Deeply.

The silence was never awkward, and when you heard the sound of heels clicking against the floor, you stopped what you were doing. In came three other professors, Ms. Bannerman, Ms. Laforteza, and Ms. Rajagopalan. They were carrying their lunch bags and the sight of them caused you to stand. You didn’t want to invade or be rude, so you stood and politely waved at them all.

“Good afternoon,” you greeted them all, which they shot you a smile. You were so formal.

“Oh hey, ____,” Ms. Laforteza smiled, watching as you offered her your seat as you removed all your stuff out of her way.

“Didn’t know you’d be in here. Overworking yourself again?” Ms. Rajagopalan asked, a small smile on her face.

You shook your head as you quickly moved to get them two seats, setting them around Ms. Avanzini’s desk, “no ma’am, I promise I’m not overworking myself.”

“Well, we’re glad to see you’re keeping our girl company,” Ms. Bannerman smiled, taking the seat that you placed down for her.

You looked at her, “of course Ms. Bannerman. I won’t disturb you guys—so I’ll just be back there if any of you needs me for something.”

They all smiled at you before you turned to walk up the steps, their eyes lingering on you for a second but it was Ms. Avanzini’s eyes that were sealed on you. You had your food in hand and your drink, walking back up to your seat and sitting there. You placed your headphones on your head and set your phone up, having something playing on it while you ate.

The three women that joined her took out their food, joining Daniela to eat. They knew about her obsession with you and they thought it was a little crazy—but they have all had a student they thought were attractive. But they knew how feral she was over you, how she wanted you so badly. They didn’t, however, know about the pictures she took of you or the way she’d touch herself to them.

“So, Dani. You got her wrapped around your finger, huh? Teachers pet?” Manon teased her, Daniela looking at her over her glasses.

“Yeah, she’s always looming around you,” Lara chimed in, “—have you gotten with her yet or are you still reconsidering it?”

Daniela shrugged, “no I haven’t gotten her yet. I’m just waiting for the right moment, is all.”

Sophia looked at her, “you sure this is something you should be doing though, Dani? I mean, she is your student and that would be very bad if you did.”

Manon turned to Sophia, “I mean—I understand why you would think that but at the same time, Dani’s only 25 and ____ is what, like 20?” She questioned, Daniela sending her a nod. “So it wouldn’t be like bad bad. I mean, I’ve found students attractive before.”

“Yeah that’s true, but did you act on it?” Lara asked, “I’ve also found students attractive before but I haven’t ever thought to act on it.”

Daniela let out a sigh, “well that’s y’all. I don’t want her fucking around with those trashy sorority girls on the campus. She needs someone mature and level headed like herself.”

“We all know you want to fuck her, Dani,” Manon chirped, Daniela’s eyes trailing to her face with an almost annoyed look, “I mean come on, it’s been about two years since you’ve been in a relationship? We know you’re craving that touch from someone, and she’s the one you want huh?”

All the women looked at Daniela, waiting for her answer. She knew exactly what she wanted, but it wasn’t just sex. She wanted you all together. She wanted you to be hers in ways she didn’t know how to put into words. Not only did she want to ruin that innocence of yours, she just wanted you all for herself no matter what it took to get you.

“It’s not just sex, Manon. I mean yeah, I would love to get her in bed but that’s not just what I want.” She informed the three, all of them taking a glance at you before turning back to her.

“So you do want a relationship with her?” Sophia asked.

“I need her to be mine, yeah.” And she was very serious.

Manon looked back at you once more, “I mean I understand the attraction but why do you want a relationship with her I mean—it just doesn’t make sense. You could have practically anyone you want and you’re salivating over a student who’s paying no attention to your advances.”

“Well I don’t just want anyone,” Daniela told her, “I want her and that’s it. And when the right time comes, I will have her.”

They knew there was no way to convince her otherwise, she was very stubborn on this subject. She absolutely adored you and they knew that, they just hoped that this doesn’t end in a very bad way. Which more than likely it wouldn’t because you’re both in the same age range so as far as it being legal, it definitely was. It was just inappropriate for a teacher to mess around with their student but she didn’t care, not when it came to you.

You were so unbeknownst to the conversation that you just laughed softly at the show you were watching in the back of the classroom, Daniela occasionally taking glances at you. She was hardly listening to her friends. You were just so distracting that it had her thighs pressing against one another. The amount of times she’s soaked her panties because of you had seemed endless now, and she wanted so badly to stuff her panties in your mouth.

She wanted you to have everything she had to offer to you. Even if most of that stuff she wanted was sexual, she needed you so badly. She had so many sexual frustrations that she needed to get out and she wanted to let it all out on you. Daniela had never been this into deep with someone before but she just needed you so desperately.

So badly.

And her friends knew.

—

It was around 8pm now, and you were sitting in your dorm room with one lamp on and soft music playing from your phone. Your dorm mate had left earlier to go to some kind of party that you didn’t bother asking her about. All you knew was that she was going to be gone all night which meant you had the room to yourself to—just study, play games, or relax. Which was rare for you.

Your dorm mate is in a sorority so parties were something she threw almost every night with the frat guys. It was something that you didn’t mind because she never bothered you and she actually respected you enough to not bring any guys or girls back to the room. There was only one time she did but that was because she was almost blacked out drunk and a guy helped her to your dorm.

The quiet atmosphere was very soothing. You had enjoyed being alone and that showed almost every day when you were on campus. Not many people knew you but it wasn’t hard to see that you were a loner, an independent person who wasn’t really interested in making friends. You just wanted to focus on your studies to make sure you could graduate. No matter how much your teachers wanted you to go out and have fun, you had enough fun alone.

As the silence crept in, a knock on your door resonated throughout your room. You had your notebook in your lap as you sat against the headboard and when the knock sounded again, you placed it aside and stood up. You walked over to the door, hoping it wasn’t your dorm mate because she did say she was going to be out all night. You had your hand on the doorknob, “who is it?” You called.

“It’s your favorite teacher,” the voice replied.

Ms. Avanzini?

What could she be doing here?

You opened the door to see her dressed slightly different from her usual school attire, a casual yet very revealing outfit that you respectfully looked at briefly, also holding a paper that you didn’t recognize, “Uh—hi Ms. Avanzini. What are you doing here so late?”

Her smile was different somehow, but you didn’t let that bother you. “I need to talk to you. Can I come in?” She asked, her eyes trailing over your form. You were wearing a white tank top that hugged your body very well with baggy black sweats, and she would be lying if she didn’t say that it was so hot.

You nodded and stepped aside, “yeah of course. Is everything okay?” You asked, closing the door behind her once she entered the room. You walked over to your bed and grabbed your notebook, taking a seat on the edge.

“Yeah, everything is completely fine, ____.” She turned to you with her arms crossed, not out of annoyance it was just how she chose to stand. “So I wanted to talk to you about your assignment that you turned in today.”

“Okay. What about it?” You asked her, gulping a little out of nervousness.

“So I know you’re my top student, and I know you always give everything a hundred percent. But unfortunately—you failed that assignment.” She saw the way you looked at her in utter confusion, “I was trying to see if maybe you were just wording your answers differently, but no they were extremely off. It’s like someone else completely did your work for you. May I ask you and excuse my language but—what the fuck happened?”

You didn’t even know. You have never failed a single one of her assignments before so you were honestly so shocked. “I uh—I don’t even know, honestly. I used my notes, textbooks, every resource I was supposed to.”

She sighed, “I understand, and that’s why I tell you to take your time with assignments because you get too confident. You didn’t get everything wrong, but you got a lot of it incorrect,” she saw how sad you looked, how hurt you looked, “it’s okay, ____. Stuff like this can happen. This is a hard assignment so please take your time on it next time. If you need my help on it, just let me know. Now, what is your number? You definitely need the help on this so I want you to call me when you start on it.”

You handed her your phone after you unlocked it, which she opened your contacts to see who was in there. Luckily for her, there were no women in there with indications of being more to you than a friend. She typed her number in and saved it as her name, Ms. Avanzini. Even though she wanted to put something different, something she found to be more appropriate. She sent you a message reminding you to do the assignment.

She gave you your phone back, “thank you, Ms. Avanzini. I’m kinda upset at myself for failing that assignment.”

She smiled and shook her head, placing her hand on your shoulder, “I promise you it’s okay, ____. I don’t want you starting on this tonight, okay? I’ll give you a deadline to next Monday. Just make sure you don’t rush it this time, m’kay?” Her smile was so soft and sweet, you could only smile at her. “Now get some rest.”

She saw how disappointed you looked, but her touch on your shoulder reassured you a little. But she wasn’t going to stay too long. God she wanted to take you right then and there. The fact that you were so disappointed in yourself made her want to just pin you underneath herself on your bed and ride you into oblivion until you realize that you weren’t a disappointment.

But it wasn’t time yet. Maybe she could be subtle about it. Maybe she could do something—but what?

—

When she returned to her home, she couldn’t help but stare at your contact. She wanted so much more. She was so hungry for every part of you and it showed. You, however, didn’t see that at all and that was so cute to her. She was sitting on her bed, phone in hand as she scrolled through her gallery of you. She was in her night gown, no panties and just her bra. Like she was waiting for you.

But she wasn’t—unfortunately. Daniela had a video she took of you when you were joking around with her in her class, a video she thought was so adorable. You were standing in front of her desk reading an assignment she had given you, but what made her record it was the fact that you were wearing gray sweatpants that day. She could see your bulge pressing so beautifully against the fabric of your pants.

The video was an unnecessary three minutes long, also being the main video she used to touch herself to. She laid back on her bed, restarting the video from the beginning where she showed your face first. You were talking which made her wet, your voice was like velvet. So soft and gentle, and the effect it had on her was evident. She loved when you actually let her record videos of you.

Which was very often.

The next part of the video went to her zooming out to capture your body from the waist up, the desk covering your legs but she saw all she needed to see. This day, your arms were exposed by the short sleeve shirt you were wearing, your muscles flexing unintentionally from the way you were holding the paper. She watched the video so intently, her hand going to the front of her gown to open it up so slowly.

She loved teasing herself until she got to the good parts of the video. Daniela let out a throaty laugh when you said something funny, her eyes trailing to your arms and hands. They were so big. The amount of things she could do with them was infinite, she needed them so desperately. The way your hands held the paper so gently and softly, like anything you touched would break if you held it too hard.

Daniela huffed once the camera zoomed in on your cock, taking in the way it faintly twitched behind the fabric. She let her index finger trail to her slit, the soft pad of it gently brushing the already sensitive nub. Her body winced slightly, a quick breath leaving her as she did so. Daniela watched when you moved, your cock shifting in your pants just by the smallest of movements.

She wondered how big you were. Your pants never did you any justice because you could never hide that bulge. She wondered if you knew it showed so much—did you like her eyes on you?

Fuck.

The thought drove her insane.

She used her thumb and gently squeezed her clit, the sensation being more intense with how wet she was. Daniela lifted her legs up as she bent her knees and placed her feet against the mattress. She pulled her fingers away and switched to her middle one, letting gently adding pressure as she slowly ran it over her clit. “Fuck…” her voice was already hoarse and ragged because when it came to pleasuring herself to you, anything could set her off.

Her grip on her phone was tight, the woman finding a delicate rhythm and adding more pressure to her frantic rubbing of her clit. She needed you so badly. She wished it was your fingers, your mouth, or your cock making her feel this way. She slowly dragged her finger to the entrance of her soaping pussy, the sound being so erratic yet she loved it. She let her finger bump the edge of her wet cavern, waiting until she saw the part where you turned completely to her and your cock was almost on full display.

She plunged her middle finger inside her when she saw that, “fuck, ____, te necesito tanto (I need you so bad)…” Daniela set a slow and delicate pace. She added a second finger which only increased the sensations. She could feel the way her walls clamped around her fingers, the inside of her walls being so slick and plush that it had her head spinning. She could only imagine what it would feel like for you.

Her middle fingers scissored inside herself, the tips of them grazing that sensitive spot inside her that made her body jerk. She slowly pumped her fingers in and out of herself, feeling how her pussy was already dripping in ways that only you could make it do. A shutter dashed throughout her entire body, her eyes sealed on your cock that shifted every time you moved in the video.

Fuck—she needed it everywhere.

Daniela sat up for a moment and placed the phone on her nightstand beside her. She grabbed a pillow to prop herself up comfortably.

She restarted the video and leaned back against the pillow.

This time, she didn’t hold back. With two fingers, she pulled her folds apart with her left hand and plunged her middle finger in with her right hand. She let her index finger follow, then allowed her thumb to caress her swollen clit so delicately. Her back arched slightly, her spread legs already shaking a little. She removed her left hand and brought it to her mouth, giving it a small lick to taste herself.

The things you do to her.

And you didn’t even know it, did you?

Daniela hooked her fingers that were inside her so she could ram directly into that spot that had her nearly crying out. Her middle finger nudged it every time it fucked inside her, “oh ____,” her voice was weak and ragged, her body grinding forward against her hand to get the edge there faster. She wanted so desperately to cum. And it was very close. Daniela’s hand snaked up her body to close around one of her tits behind her bra, her eyes shutting briefly as you spoke on the video.

She could only imagine the moans you’d let out. How whiny and desperate you’d be to cum. Because she wouldn’t just let you cum—you’d have to earn it.

Her legs started to close around her hand, the shaking being a sign she was right there. Daniela felt that tight knot in her abdomen, her hips jerking slowly against her hand. Her eyes shifted open slightly, watching you on the video with everything she needed to see. It was a part where you stretched, your cock pressing even more visibly in the video. That was all she needed.

She thrusted her fingers a few more times slowly just before her body locked, her thighs clamping around her hand and she stuttered against her bed. “____, baby oh fuck..!” Her hand went to cover her mouth, not that she needed to, just the fact that this orgasm was very extreme. She continued finger fucking herself, feeling her wetness trying to push her fingers out which she eventually did and moving them to her clit to softly rub it.

A chill ran throughout her body, Daniela feeling her slick running down the fat of her ass. She could feel the pulsing of her pussy desperately squeezing around nothing.

She wished it was your cock she came around.

She would overstimulate herself so badly with it.

She would come and never stop.

She needed it.

She needs you.

Her eyes were fixed on the video, watching how you so innocently did nothing but at the same time, every thing. She finally pulled her fingers away, the feeling leaving her empty and very desperate. She watched the video all the way through before she decided to turn her phone off. She didn’t know what she should do. But she knew she wasn’t going to keep fucking herself. She needed you to do it.

But how?

—

You found yourself in the library during lunch, haven’t said anything to Ms. Avanzini today. You were still very upset about failing that assignment so you wanted to find everything you needed to in here. You had so many books scattered around you, writing down almost everything you saw. It amazed you with how much information you haven’t had, but you guessed it was all okay.

It was just you rushing through your work almost every time you got an assignment and this was your sign to stop that. You knew you were very smart but at the same time, you had to take your time this time. Especially since this is an important assignment and you knew Ms. Avanzini wouldn’t want to fail you of all people in her class.

You were cramming everything into your brain, it almost was giving you a headache from how much you were doing at once. But at the same time, this was absolutely necessary. You were so deep into the books that you didn’t notice the presence looming over your shoulder. That is, until you felt taps on the back of your seat, your head turning to see your favorite professor here.

“Is this why you left for lunch, ____? I was waiting for you to get back but you decided not to return? You could’ve done all of this in my class.” Ms. Avanzini had irritation slightly in her voice, her hand propped up on her hip.

“I’m sorry, but I really didn’t wanna distract you on your lunch time,” you sighed out.

She eyed you, being unnecessarily close to you that she was practically in your lap. Ms. Avanzini looked at the table that had books scattered everywhere, “I told you to call me when you started on this. Why didn’t you?” Her voice had so much authority it made you quiver a little.

“Um… I don’t know. I mean, I know I can do it on my own—“

“No, you can’t.” Her stare was so intense, the eye contact making you almost crumble in your seat, “you failed it and I told you to let me know when you started on it so I can help you.” She wasn’t playing around and you could tell, “do you wanna fail me? You don’t wanna fail my classes, because you know I don’t have a problem with failing you.”

Where was this coming from? She was always so nice and sweet to you but the venom laced in her voice was so different from her usual tender voice.

“No ma’am, I don’t wanna fail your classes. I swear to you that I didn’t mean—“

“Then do it right,” there was a pause in between you both, your eyes barely able to meet hers. She wasn’t going to allow that, her index finger reaching out to your chin to pull your face back to look at her, “don’t fail this again. I promise you will regret it.”

She dropped her finger from your chin and turned away slowly, walking away with a sway in her hips.

What the fuck was that?

You didn’t even know how to react. You just watched her walk out the library, seeing her take one more glance at you before she rounded the corner. But you were feeling a little guilty now, like you didn’t know what to do or say.

But she’s your favorite teacher. And you didn’t want her to be upset with you.

—

It was the end of the day, Daniela was in her classroom working on papers, grading them and putting them in files. She had soft music playing in the room, the sun was creeping through the windows of the classroom overcasting a warm orange glow. She was moving around her room, humming softly to the songs that played.

Ms. Avanzini was so focused she didn’t even see you enter the classroom, and you didn’t want to startle her. So you knocked gently on the door and calling out to her, “Ms. Avanzini?” You were trying not to upset her and hopefully she wasn’t upset at you before in the library which you know she probably wasn’t, you maybe saw it wrongly.

Your professor turned to you, a few folders cradled in her arms. She didn’t say anything fora moment, until a small and gentle smile formed on her face, “come in, ____.” She inquired, which instantly had you walking down the steps and towards her. She had walked over to her desk and stood behind it, spreading the folders out and around. She looked up at you, “everything alright?” She asked.

“Yeah, everything is okay,” your hand went to the back of your neck, your fingers scratching it lightly before dropping it back to your side, “I just—well I felt like you were upset with me earlier for falling that assignment, and I didn’t want you to be. I know it was a hard assignment and I should’ve taken my time on it but I just don’t want you to be mad at me.”

Yes. It worked.

Her first manipulation tactic.

She knew you wouldn’t want her to be angry at you and that was exactly what you didn’t want. She tried to hide the smirk on her face which she did by turning it into a small smile, “it’s okay, ____. Yes I want you to take your time on these assignments, which is the only reason I did get a little upset. Just make sure you take your time this time.”

You nodded, “I promise you I will,” you both exchanged a look that said you were okay with each other, “is there anything I can help you with in here? I was gonna go back to my dorm but my dorm mates there with some guy, so I don’t wanna get in the way of that.”

She looked around, “sure, you can help me organize these assignments. These are the folders that you need to put them in. They’re all labeled with everyone’s names so just find the folders and put the assignments in them. I already graded them. I’ll be handing you more when I grade these.”

“Okay, I got you.” She watched you take your bag off your shoulder and placing it in front of her desk on the floor, just before you went to grab a chair and put it on the side of her desk. You sat in it and placed your phone upright on the desk, her eyes going to it to see it light up for a second and seeing your wallpaper. It was a picture of yourself, a selfie of yourself smiling. She would love to get pictures of you like that.

But she shoved that thought away.

Ms. Avanzini took her seat and began grading paperwork, carefully going over all that was before her. You looked up and saw that it was so much work. You found this to be cool though, just feeling her with her work with a comfortable silence accompanied by the soft hum of music to sooth you both. She loved how you were so eager to please her, so determined to make sure you didn’t fail her in any way.

The way you sat in your seat so close to her made her want to just ravage you. You literally do nothing and it makes her pussy so wet for you, every time. She stood up and walked around you. She was going to her filing cabinet for some more papers she didn’t have to grade right now, but she wanted your eyes to linger on her which she knows they did. She could feel your eyes on her, which she made sure to add a noticeable sway to her walk.

She had a pen in her hand, making sure to accidentally drop it. You looked at her and saw her bend over, her skirt hiking up and her panties being on full display. Your eyes were as wide as the moon, her panties being white laced with pink. They looked so tight against her, because you could shamefully see the outline of her lips pressing against the fabric of her panties.

You tried to look away—you really did.

Ms. Avanzini stood back up slowly. She opened the filing cabinet and resumed what she was doing, grabbing some papers and closing it before turning back to you. You quickly looked away, your hand going to the thigh of your pants and pulling it away from your crotch. You were getting aroused now, and that was the most embarrassing thing.

She saw you adjusting yourself, a smirk forming on her lips knowing that her plan was successful. Half of it at least. She walked close to you, making sure her hip nudged you slightly before she returned to her seat. She sat down and saw you avoiding her eyes, which made her take the liberty of unbuttoning the top button of her shirt to expose parts of her cleavage. You were so cute when you were flustered.

Ms. Avanzini picked up her pen and propped her other arm on the desk, it folded underneath her breasts to push it up further for you to see. But she could see how you were avoiding her eyes, but she wanted your attention, “so ____.” You looked up at her to see that her top was indeed unbuttoned slightly, “how have you been feeling about that assignment? You seemed stressed about it.”

You shook your head, “no I’m good, Ms. Avanzini. It is a bit stressful to think about, I can’t lie but it’s okay.”

Her stare was like a lioness, her eyes being sharp and piercing, “you don’t have anything to relive that stress?” You didn’t notice the way her voice dropped just slightly, her eyes staring at you over her glasses as her face continued looking down at the papers before her.

“I usually just try to go to sleep or play some games.” That was all you did.

“No girlfriend? Or any women at all? Parties?”

She knew what kind of person you were. You were the one who had her life on track already.

You shook your head, “nah, not at all. I get invited to parties by my dorm mate, but I don’t go because of the women there,” you chuckled softly, her heart fluttering at that, “I definitely don’t wanna get tangled with any of those sorority girls. I’ve seen some of them eyeing me before but I’m definitely not into any of them.”

She didn’t like that at all. No one deserved to look at you other than her. No one deserved to get in you in bed but her.

“So you’re not interested in anyone romantically?” She was trying her hardest not to be direct with her words.

“Not at all, no. I mean there’s some cute girls here…” her jaw clenched at that, subtle irritation spread across her face, “—but I know they’re nothing but trouble.”

She nodded towards you, her eyes going to the papers in front of her. “What about hook ups?” She needed to know it all, she needed to make sure you weren’t tainting yourself with all the trashy women out there. Even though she knew you more than likely weren’t.

The question caught you off guard but you chuckled softly, “no, I haven’t hooked up with anyone. Especially not anyone from this school,” she could feel relief wash over her, “the only thing I’ve ever done is pleasure myself…” your eyes went wide as you looked away, “—which now that I saw it out loud, it’s very embarrassing. I’m sorry.”

She laughed softly, your eyes letting hers, “it’s okay, it’s not embarrassing. I understand I’m your teacher but at the same time, we’re almost the same age. So it’s okay.”

“Oh yeah, well I guess you’re right.” But now you were curious, “what about you Ms. Avanzini? Do you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend?”

“I’ve been single for the past two years.” She didn’t sound sad about it or anything, just disappointed.

“Really? Have you been like—putting yourself out there? You know like dating apps, or going out, stuff like that?” You had cautiously asked her, trying to make sure you didn’t overstep your boundaries.

“Not really. I go out with my girls but I don’t really mess around. I’ve had meaningless hookups before with guys who couldn’t even last five minutes, so I’m definitely off the market for them,” your laugh made her soften, “but I do have my eye on someone right now, though.”

“Oh yeah? How come you haven’t made a move on them, then? I’m sure they would be happy to know you are interested in them.”

She stared at you for a moment, her eyes swiftly dropping to your lips and then back up at your face before you could notice. You looked so good with the sun hitting your face just right, highlighting your features in such a beautiful way. Oh what she would give to just ride your face and your cock with no mercy. You were entrapped in her brain.

“Well,” Ms. Avanzini sat back and placed her pen down, “they are a little young and I’m not sure if they are into older women. But not only that, I don’t want to come off to strong because I really do like them.”

You nodded, “I mean there’s nothing wrong with older women, plus you’re still in your 20s. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind at all because I know I wouldn’t.”

She was glad she got that confirmation from you. Even though she didn’t care if you liked older women or not, you were going to be hers. She so desperately wanted to get her hands on you. Daniela stood up again and this time, she walked to the side of you. You stared up at her, watching her lean on her palm against the desk to watch what you were doing.

“What?” You asked her with a laugh. She didn’t respond, her hand going up to your shoulder and gently caressing it. You stiffened slightly, her stare on you intense.

“I need you to help me with something.” You just looked at her, the feel of her hand dropping before she pointed behind her to a set of boxes, one sitting on a table behind you and the other on the floor, “ a bunch of heavy textbooks in there. We’re going to be using them in class tomorrow. They’re labeled with everyone’s names so I need to sort em out and put them in their assigned area.”

“Alright, yeah I got it.” You told her. You stood up and followed behind her. You were going to go for the one on the floor but she went for it, unexpectedly bending down once more to get it. The action caused you to bump into her, her ass being pressed firmly against your crotch. You could feel not only her ass, but her lower lips fully against you in a way that made you freeze.

You didn’t know what to do, hearing her let out a small moan as she rocked her hips against you gently. You pulled away, “I’m so sorry,” your voice came out as a whisper.

You weren’t even hard and she could feel how big you were.

It was so foreign.

Fuck she needed you back right there.

You saw she couldn’t pick the box up and decided to get it yourself with her grabbing the other. You both walked back over to her desk and placed the boxes side by side on the floor. Now you were embarrassed and you could feel yourself growing in your pants. Her panties were completely ruined now, the slick clinging around her lips and drenching her covered clit.

Daniela didn’t say anything when she returned to her seat. How could she? Now she knows she needs you. Fuck she needs you so badly.

—

You didn’t even realize that the day was practically ending now, the sun had went down and you were sure it was just you and Ms. Avanzini in the school now. Well at least on this side of the building. She had graded so much and you were now putting all the files in her cabinet. You checked your phone to see it was 8:47pm, which was very late to be in the school right now—for you at least.

You were supposed to be in bed sleeping or at least in your dorm, but you were here helping her out. It was something you didn’t mind though, you were actually happy to help her. Once you turned around though, you saw how she was packing her things. But she was staring at you for a moment before she resumed packing her stuff.

“So ____. Remember how I asked you about reliving stress?” She asked you, her eyes flicking to your face.

You walked over to her, “yeah, what about it?” You leaned against the desk and watched her pack.

She was tired of waiting.

“I have a good way to help you relieve it.” Your head tilted to the side, trying to figure out what that could’ve meant. She saw your confusion, causing her to stop what she was doing and walked around her desk and behind you. You stood up straight and was about to turn until you felt her hand go to the back of your shirt, “don’t turn around. Your tag is sticking out of your shirt.”

But it wasn’t. Not even a little bit.

Her hand went to the collar of your shirt, touching where the tag was supposed to be and tucking nothing into your shirt. You thought she was going to move away, but she pressed her front against your backside fully, causing you to lean against the desk. This was something she had never done with you before, and you couldn’t even form words towards it. Your heart was stammering.

Ms. Avanzini’s hand reached forward slowly, her fingertips lightly going up to your shoulder and tracing it.

“Uh—Ms. Avan…”

“Shh,” she let her fingertips tail down your bicep, feeling the way it tensed and flexed underneath her touch, “you said you needed a stress relief, didn’t you?” Her voice was so seductive and low.

What the hell?

Ms. Avanzini pulled away but never took her hands off of you, turning you around with your backside now being pressed against the desk. “Isn’t this inappropriate, we can’t do—“

Her index finger went to your lips, “there’s nothing wrong with this.” Her hand went to your abdomen, your eyes following before you heard a disapproved groan come from her, “eyes up here, ____. Don’t think I forgot about you pushing your dick on me earlier.”

Your eyes went wide, “no—no that was an accident, I swear!”

Watching you stutter was so cute. It turned her on so much, “was it though? I’ve seen the way you look at me. Watching me when I wear thigh highs or unbutton my top just a fraction. Eres tan patética (you’re so pathetic),” she could see the way you shuddered. “Tell me the truth, ____. How many times have you watched me from your seat up there, hm?”

“I uh—I haven’t…”

She shook her head with a click of her tongue, “yes you have and that’s okay. When I bent over earlier—did that turn you on? Hm?” Her free hand went up to cup your jaw in her hand, making sure you couldn’t look away at all. “Tell me, ____. Either that or I submit that paper of yours that you failed, and that’ll fuck your overall gpa up wouldn’t it? That would be such a shame.” Her laugh was evil.

Your mouth was parted slightly, a small whimper escaping you. You definitely didn’t want that to happen, but why the fuck was she doing this. “Ms. Avanzini, what is going on?”

She rolled her neck with a sigh, “you’re not answering the question.”

“And neither are you,” you cautiously shot back, seeing a smirk tug at her lips, “I know I failed that assignment but I’m not understanding what you’re trying to gain here.”

She took a moment to respond. Her eyes closing before looking back at you. “All this work I’ve been doing has gotten me all wound up. It’s been so long since I had someone pay so much attention to me. But the way you effortlessly meet all those standards I want in someone, me excita (it turns me on),” you didn’t quite understand but you could kind of get the gist of it.

Her hand carefully went into your pants, seeing your body lock up as she did. Her hand went to the bulge in your pants, her palm going to rest against it and feeling it twitch against her hand. It was so hot and heavy, feeling how it was waking up from the touch she had against it.

“So tell me, love. Did I turn you on earlier? I bent over just for you.”

You nodded frantically, “yes it did.” Your voice came out quietly, a smile spreading across her lips.

Her hand went from your bulge to the hem of your boxers, pulling it down enough to free it inside your pants. She could see the way it bobbed inside of them, but she didn’t want to hide it anymore. She used her other hand to pull your pants underneath your sack, her eyes excitedly looking down to finally being able to see it.

Fuck—she was right.

You were so big, way bigger than anything she has ever taken.

Her eyes went to your face, “you want this, baby? Because I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long.”

You twitched when her hand enclosed around your cock, your hips jerking back and forth in her hand weakly and desperately. “Fuck—yes I do, Ms—“

“Enough of that bullshit. Call me by my name.”

You couldn’t even respond before she started slowly stroking your cock. There was pre-cum already at the tip and she collected it with her thumb before smearing it around the sensitive head. Your hand reached for her wrist, her hand swatting it away so she could continue her ministrations. Daniela jerked your so gently, feeling the way your veins slid against the web of her hand in such a sultry way.

She watched your face, watching how your eyes fluttered when she stroked you down to the base with a tight grip that she loosened as she pulled back. “You’re so fucking sexy, it’s almost pathetic how easily you fold for me,” she wrapped her other hand around it before she slowly lowered herself to her knees. Your eyes followed her, watching her look up to you.

Your hand reached up to push her away but she pushed it away, “relax,” she batted her lashes at you, your breathing being caught in your throat. You let your hand fall back to your side, your eyes sealed on Daniela in front of you. She twisted her hands around your cock, the feeling having your knees damn near buckling. You’ve never been touched like this before and it shows very well.

She loved the fact that no one else touched you before, and that only made her increase her efforts. Your cock was making such an erratic sound when she used one hand to twist around the head, a slick sound resonating throughout the classroom. Your heart thumped harshly in your chest, your eyes fluttering slightly. She didn’t even have to lube your cock up with the amount of pre-cum you were leaking, the substance leaking from your tip and falling in between her thighs onto the floor.

She was mesmerized by your cock. Fascinated even. “You like this, ____? Never had anyone touch you like this. And look, you’re leaking all over the floor. Such a dirty girl.” She increased her pace, using one hand to massage your tip and feeling you leak into her palm, using that hand and the other to coat you throughly. Daniela smiled at the way you whimpered—she has wanted to hear that for so long.

“Dani—oh fuck…” that was like music to her ears. Her thighs squeezed as she tried to hold herself up.

You were so fucking sexy above her, and knowing that you were already close was the best fucking view in the entire world. Daniela smiled at your hand reaching out to touch her but not sure where to put it, so she grabbed it and held it in her hand just for a second. “____,” her voice called, finally gaining your attention, “have you ever gotten head before?”

Your heart was stuck in your throat, but she didn’t even give you time to reply when you say her stick her tongue out and slide it across the underside of your cock. The thick vein she ran her tongue over was the most sensitive. It caused your hand to shoot you to your mouth, trying your hardest to keep in all the sounds that threatened to spill from you.

That same hand she took a hold of, she placed it on the back of her head before she decided to wrap her warm lips around your tip, slowly sinking down and making sure her tongue swirled around your head as she did. You were shaking so much, and it only fueled her to suck you faster. She placed one hand on your balls, caressing them so she could get you to cum faster.

With your inexperience, she knew it wouldn’t be long before you blew. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Almost every student wanted your teacher and you had her sucking you off with so little efforts into even earning this from her. But she knew you deserved this. You deserved every part of her body she wanted you to have.

Her lips settled at your tip, suctioning around it as she stroked what she didn’t put in her mouth. The salty taste of your pre-cum had her eyes rolling back, your taste being so divine and alluring. She loved it all because unlike the guys she had given head to in the past, your smell was actually great and so was your taste. That made this much more pleasurable.

She loved how her clit throbbed and leaked, the wetness spreading on her panties. Her tongue darted over your slit, “Daniela—I…” her sucking harshly on your tip shut you up, your hand going back to your mouth to cover up your sounds. But you weren’t succeeding in hiding your noises, the sounds spilling around your palm and practically giving her an ear-gasm.

Daniela removed her hand from your cock and took as much of you as she could down her throat, her lips only fitting halfway before she pulled back and began a slow and steady bob of her head. You didn’t want to mess her hair up, but you couldn’t help it when you slightly tugged on her hair. Her eyes went up to your face, seeing that you had dropped your hand and placed it on the desk you were leaning on, your knuckles almost turning white.

She knew you were close, which is why she was now deep throating you. Her hands went to the back of your thighs, pulling you forward to get you to fuck into her mouth. She wasn’t worried about you not moving your hips, but she wasn’t going to stop her actions of pulling you into her mouth. Daniela was lucky she didn’t have a gag reflex, because with the way your cock was basically stuffed down her throat would’ve had her in tears by now.

You let your other hand fall to your abdomen, going to the base of your cock to try and pull yourself away. But she wasn’t going to allow that. She grabbed your hand and practically slammed it to your side, her eyes staring up at you so dangerously just waiting for you to break. “I’m gonna cum…” she needed it so badly, and with the way your cock twitch against the inside of her cheeks let her know everything.

Daniela pulled back and let her tongue trail around your cock, encircling it before letting her lips close around it, a deep suction with her hand’s wrapping around your cock as she began jerking you in her mouth. Your legs shook, your hand shooting up to your mouth before you bit down, feeling your balls tense before the euphoric essence traveled from there and through your cock just before flowing out through your thick head. “Daniela—“ you bit harshly against your hand.

Daniela didn’t stop, when she felt that first spurt, she took you all the way into her mouth. Your body felt like jelly, but Daniela continued suckling on your head just for a second. She pulled back and looked up at you, pressing one of her palms against your tip so it wouldn’t get all over her. Your moaning voice was everything, the sound traveling straight to her pussy that was quivering in her panties.

“There you go, baby,” her hand slowly worked you over. She continued stroking you through it, slowly standing and continuing her moves. She was practically eye level with you, her other hand going to the one that you were using to stifle your moans. You instantly let out a deep whine, your eyes being unable to stay open and your legs almost collapsing underneath you. She wrapped one arm around your waist, her hand still stroking your cock that was now sandwiched between her thigh.

Fuck this was everything. Watching you fall apart was the best sight ever.

“Fuck…” your voice came out as a whimper.

Daniela slowed her hand, just before she stroked all the way to the tip one last time and pulled gently on the head of it, squeezing out everything you had to offer. Her hand stopped, but her hold on you didn’t release until a second later. She looked down at your cock that was softening, yet it didn’t seem like it was. You were huge even on soft.

“I would love to ride you right fucking here but the janitors will be walking down that hall any minute,” her hand let you go before she tucked it back in your pants, watching you twitch from it grazing your pants due to sensitivity, “so you better clean this up. I’ll see you in class tomorrow, won’t I?” She leaned forward and placed a kiss on your cheek, “don’t be late. Because I will come and find you.”

She took a step away from you just before she gathered her purse that was almost forgotten on the desk. One of her hands went to your face before she traced your jaw and walked away from you. You stood there, breathless, watching her hips swaying as she exited the classroom. Your entire body was hot, your cock limp and weak in your pants. You adjusted your pants to a more comfortable position. That was—something.

And you didn’t know if you were delirious or what, but your body definitely wanted more.

That was unexpected, really.

—

You sat in your same seat. Class was ending and you tried your hardest to gather your things and leave the classroom fast.

“____, I need to see you after class.” Daniela called.

Fuck.

You were trying so hard to leave, trying your hardest to not get entangled into whatever she wanted. Your shoulders slouched just slightly, watching everyone walk out the classroom leaving you and Daniela alone.

“Close the door. Make sure to lock it.” It wasn’t a question, it was a direct order. You did it without hesitation, seeing her lean against the desk with her arms crossed over her chest. You walked down the steps and stopped before her, your eyes avoiding her face, “you’re trying to avoid me?” She questioned.

You shook your head, “no ma’am, I wasn’t.”

She eyed you up and down, “how are you feeling?” She asked you.

“Are we pretending that last night didn’t happen Ms. Ava—I mean Daniela?”

She didn’t look amused at all, she knew exactly what happened and she memorized every single moment of it. The way you could hardly last long enough or take it enough to barely stand. “I’m not pretending that anything didn’t happen. I want it to happen again,” she didn’t hesitate with her words at all, she knew exactly what she wanted, “but first, I need your help. Again.”

You were hesitant at first but she knew you wouldn’t deny her, “okay, what is it?”

She unfolded her arms and uncrossed her ankles from each other. “I helped relieve your stress last night. All this work I’ve been caught up on—I need to relieve some stress too.” She saw how your face held nothing but confusion, so she hiked her skirt up a little to show you her soaked panties. “Have you ever ate pussy before? Our time last night has been the only thing on my mind. I need you so badly.”

Your breath hitched—fuck—she’s so beautiful. You can admit that you wanted her more since what happened last night.

“Daniela, I understand your stress but at the same time this is very inappropriate,” she didn’t seemed phased with that at all, “I mean I do find you to be very attractive but at the same time, I don’t wanna risk you losing your job or anything like that.”

“The only way I’d lose my job is if you run your mouth to someone,” her voice was so soft yet you knew it was nothing but venom in her words, “and you don’t wanna know what’ll happen if I do lose my job now do you, baby?” You shook your head, a victorious smile etching across her face. She lifted her hand up, her pointer finger waving backwards to herself, “come here.” You were now standing before her, your entire body feeling like it was on fire. “On your knees.”

This was so crazy, yet it had a pool of pleasure shooting to your cock. Daniela’s eyes followed you as you kneeled slowly, your face tilting up to look at her with those beautiful eyes. She hummed in approval, her hand going to tangle in your hair before she gently pulled you into her thighs. You grabbed onto them both, steadying yourself so you didn’t fall completely into her. “You don’t understand how many nights I’ve imagined you underneath me. Fuck, the wait was well worth it.”

You looked up at her again, seeing her eyes already trained on you. She was very gorgeous so you could understand the attraction everyone was feeling towards her. But to know she wanted you and what it seemed to be, she wanted only you. She softly tugged on your hair, a deep grunt leaving you. Daniela had a tight grip in your hair, pulling you back enough so she could lean down and closer to your face. “You want me, baby? You can’t deny you haven’t thought about last night just as much as me.”

Of course you thought about it. It was the main thing you were thinking about last night actually. “Yes Daniela… I thought about it a lot.”

“Tell me exactly what you were thinking about, ____.” Fuck she was evil. She wanted you to say words that she knew you wouldn’t usually say. But then again, she knows you would rather die than disobey her.

“I—I thought about what it would be like to… penetrate—“

“Uh uh, ____. You know the word I want you to use. Say it.”

You swallowed harshly, “I thought about what it would be like to fuck you. I—I couldn’t sleep last night because you were all I was thinking about. I wanted you to do more than just—suck my—“

“Shh,” she pushed your head back into her lap, a throaty chuckle escaping her, “I want that too. But we don’t have time for that. Not here,” Daniela pulled your head back slightly and let your hair go, her hands going back behind her to lean against the desk, “now baby, take my underwear off. I want you to eat me until I can’t walk. No teeth. And don’t stop until I tell you to.”

She watched you reach up her plush thighs with shaky hands, the warmth of your palms finally being where she wanted them for so long. She let out an audible gasp, letting you take all the time you need. Daniela let her hand go back to your head, caressing your head gently to sooth any nerves you were feeling. You could see that there was a visible wetness on her lacy panties.

Your fingertips went to the hem of her panties, her legs spreading slightly so you could do so. Her hips lifted from the desk so you could pull them down enough to where they exposed her folds. You could see how the slick stuck to her underwear when you pulled them down, a sigh of relief escaping her. Her pussy was beautiful, the smell of it flowing into your nose. It was a very sweet smell that made you shudder.

She saw how you just stared at her pussy, “it’s not gonna eat itself, ____,” there was a slight annoyance in her voice, “come on.”

You eyed her clit that was sticking out from in between her folds, being completely exposed to your eyes. A huff of air left her mouth. You didn’t know what you were doing, darting your tongue out to flick her clit with your tongue. Her entire body shook, her grip in your hair tightening. You did it again, but this time you kept your tongue there and rubbed her nub softly. The taste was divine, and the feeling for her was everything.

She couldn’t help but force your face closer to her, causing your mouth to open completely for her with your lips now being in between her folds. Your nose was pressed firmly against her, your tongue clashing back and forth with the delicate bean you ate so clumsily. Even though you didn’t know what you were doing, it felt like heaven to her, “así de fácil (just like that), ____ baby, fuck…”

Her praise egged you on, your tongue folding around her clit to suck it gently. It was a feeling she hadn’t felt before, and it shocked her how skillfully you were doing it with no experience at all. Her legs threatened to give out, which she then lifted one of her legs to throw it over your shoulder. You grabbed it with your hand and held it close to your face, the position giving you more access to her.

You could feel her hole anticipating you, letting your tongue tease it before you dove in to it. “Fuck!” A quiet shout left her. You could feel her walls clamping around your tongue, which you took as a sign to plunge it in and out of her. Your tongue wasn’t short at all, and she could feel it reaching in places no man had ever reached. “Damn it ____, fuck—how can you reach that?”

Daniela’s head threw back, her eyes shutting as she tried to savor the feeling. But you were building her orgasm quickly, she could already taste it on the tip of her tongue. Her hips began bucking against your face, both her hands now on the back of your head to fuck herself against your tongue. She pulled your head in time with her bucking hips, her nails biting into your scalp. The way you dragged your tongue on either side of her walls had her body stuttering, her leg tightening on the right side of your head where her leg was hoisted up.

You would be lying if you said you could breathe properly, but you were becoming addicted to the taste. Not only that but you were extremely hard, your hand going to the tent in your pants to palm your erection. It was enough for now to relieve the ache there. Her eyes trailed down to you, seeing what you were doing. A shaky laugh left her, her head titling to the side to get a better look, “aw poor baby. Getting hard from just eating my pussy? You make me cum and I’ll reward you.”

You hummed against her pussy, the vibrations making her walls flutter more around your tongue. “Fuck you’re doing so good…” her grip in your hair was tight, the hold making your eyes roll behind your closed lids, “—I’m already close.”

You doubled your efforts now, your hand going to the back of her thigh and the other holding her thigh that was on your shoulder closer to you. You made sure that every time your tongue delved into her that your nose bumped her clit. You’ve watched porn so you knew that drove women crazy. You let your lips suction around her clit and pulled your tongue from her hole that was leaking over your chin.

You knew that the clit was what drove them crazy as well, do you let your tongue bump it every time you suckled on it. “About to cum, ____…” you wanted her to cum, so you made sure to pull her against your mouth to rush her into an orgasm. And you were doing it just right. Daniela gripped the desk with one hand, her other hand still tangled in your hair almost pulling your hair out. Her eyes shot open when she heard a knock on the door, but you didn’t register it, “____, stop.”

You couldn’t register anything that was being said. You closed your lips around her clit and sucked harshly, Daniela’s eyes closing as she bit her bottom lip to stifle a cry of pleasure. She could feel her high right there on the edge, her pussy throbbing in your mouth, her juices soaking your chin and her inner thighs. She tried to pull your head away but you weren’t budging.

Just as the knock sounded again, Daniela felt that coil snap unbelievably hard, her mouth opening before she placed her hand over to try and stop the loud moans that escaped her. You could taste her cum pouring into your mouth, her hips bucking weakly against your face. Once you finally realized she was releasing, you pulled your lips off and just used your tongue, overstimulating her to the max.

Daniela didn’t want this to end, but she had to. Her teeth gritted harshly before she pulled you by your hair with a harsh tug, causing you to fall back on your behind. You stared up at her breathless. She didn’t mean for it to be so hard, but the knock on the door had her panicking slightly. It also excited her too. She eyed you down, your cum covered face being the most beautiful canvas she’s ever seen. She needed that to last longer.

Her legs wobbled slightly, but you crawled to her and helped her pull her panties up once you heard the knock sound on the door again. Lucky for her, her slickness only got on her inner thighs so it wouldn’t be noticeable unless whoever was at the door actually looked at her, “go get the door.” She told you, which you stood up and walked up the steps. Your heart was hammering, hoping that what you both were doing was noticed somehow.

When you unlocked and opened the door, you were greeted with the face of the school’s principal.

“Oh, good evening, ____! I should’ve known you were here, how are you?” He asked warmly.

You gave him a convincing smile, “oh I’m great sir, thanks for asking.”

He looked behind you to see Daniela was sitting at her desk, her pen in her hand as she began writing on something that was more than likely work. “I just came to talk with Ms. Avanzini, so sorry for the interruptions.”

Daniela spoke up from her desk, “it’s alright, come in.”

He walked past you with you following behind him. He stood in front of Daniela’s desk, with you pulling a seat up and sitting next to her. The principal had a folder in his arms that he placed in front of Daniela. He opened it before speaking, “so I just came in here to talk about the work you’ve been giving your students. Now I don’t have a problem with it but this is a level 2 class but I’ve been getting complaints from them saying it feels harder.”

Daniela’s brow raised before she put her pen down, “so because they’re not studying their notes or writing anything down, it’s my fault?” Her arms were crossed over her chest, your eyes darting in between both of them.

“Not at all, Ms. Avanzini. I just noticed that this is the class mostly all students are failing which lets me know either you’re not teaching them correctly, they’re not studying their notes like you said, or they’re distracted.”

“Distracted by what?” She asked him.

He looked away briefly, “well I know that this school doesn’t have a dress code policy because well—no one follows them. But the small skirts you wear along with the tight shirts can be quite the distraction.” He didn’t want to make it seem like he had looked before but obviously he has. Her outfits were always distracting.

“What does that have to do with me?” She asked him, “____ hasn’t failed a single assignment I’ve given her. She always studies, take notes, and sometimes stay after hours to do extra work. So to me, it sounds like the ones that are failing are failing because of their little efforts, not because of me.” The moment was getting intense. It was clear that Daniela was getting annoyed and wanted him to leave but she couldn’t tell her boss to fuck off.

“I understand that. ____ here is a bright student yes, but other students need more thorough understanding when it comes to your lessons. This is a hard class, trust me, I know. I just need you to—“

“What you need to do is let them know that this is a serious class. Every day I come in here and teach them, invite half of them to stay after class for extra lessons. 95% of them don’t even stay in here for half of the class.”

And that was the truth. You were practically always the last one to leave and every time, no one wanted to stay behind to do extra work. This is college for crying out loud.

“Again, I understand that Ms. Avanzini but you have to—“

“Look sir,” you could see the way the principal gulped. If you didn’t know then you wouldn’t thought she was his boss, “—these are not kids. They will do whatever the hell they want and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. I give them what they need to pass, what they do with that information is on them. Please refrain from coming in here with some actual information and nothing as ridiculous as this.”

Your lips sealed tightly, trying your hardest not to burst out with laughter. She did NOT care nor was she afraid to go off on someone. Not even her boss.

He faltered a little before nodding, “you know what, you’re absolutely right, my apologies. Just please try to be a little harder on them, because I want them all to graduate and I know you do too.” There was silence for a second, you and Daniela both staring at him, “I’ll be checking in from time to time just to make sure that they are doing their work and taking notes. Thank you for your time, Ms. Avanzini.”

She just nodded at him, the man picking up the folder and smiling at you both. He eyed you once more, stopping and looking at your face intently, “____, were you sleeping in class again? You got a bit of—something wet on your face.” He thought it was saliva, but you knew what it was.

Daniela looked down to hide her smile, one finger going to her hair and scratching her scalp. You just nodded, “yes sir, sorry about that, hadn’t gotten any sleep last night.”

He nodded with a gentle smile, “ahh, I gotcha. Studying too hard I see. Well, I’ll leave you two to it, alright?”

You were so embarrassed.

Daniela thought it was so funny though.

When the door closed behind the principal, she let out a small laugh. You used the sleeve of your hoodie to wipe your mouth. You didn’t even realize it was that much. You saw Daniela stand up, taking long strides until she stood in front of you with both hands on her hips. Her hand went to your chin to pull your face upwards to her. She didn’t say anything, just leaning down to gently press a deep kiss to your lips. You didn’t know what was going on anymore but you felt like this was right.

Nothing about it felt wrong and you craved her touch so much more. Daniela let her tongue battle with yours, hers sliding over your own and sucking on it. The taste of her on your tongue was everything to her. Her fingers drifted to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer. The kiss was so sloppy and messy, your saliva intermingling and escaping your mouths ever so often. She knew she was having an effect on you, especially from how deep your breathing was.

Daniela pulled away with a wet pop, her eyes half lidded as she stared down at you with her bottom lip in between her teeth, “how about we start on that assignment later tonight. After I finish grading these assignments, you’re coming back home with me. How does that sound?”

Your entire heart was beating incredibly fast, your lips quivering slightly.

You knew this wasn’t about the assignment.

She wanted to finish what you kept getting interrupted doing.

And you wanted that too.

“That sounds fine, Daniela.”

She smiled at you. She knew what this meant.

She finally had you.

You were finally hers.

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Surprisingly, you were working on the assignment. If you were being honest, you had completely forgot that what had happened earlier just a little. You wanted to make sure you passed this assignment this time. She had invited you into her home, which was very cozy and inviting. You were in her bedroom, sitting at the desk that she had tucked in the corner of the room. She was currently in the kitchen, making you both some dinner which was comforting.

She made sure that you felt at home even though you didn’t have any clothes to wear, you would just wear your clothes that you wore today in classes which was almost always baggy sweats and and a t shirt. You were going to leave after you were done with the assignment any way, so it was all good. Now that you’re taking your time on the assignment, you see how you were getting all of that stuff wrong. You were second guessing yourself on this assignment but it was easily correctable.

That was one thing you hated about your brain, overthinking. But since Daniela urged you so hard to take your time with this assignment, you definitely were. You would be lying if you didn’t say you were hungry though, because you didn’t have lunch—well not actual lunch. You could feel your face heat up from the thought of what you did earlier, the moments being etched into your brain practically. The thought of it got you throbbing softly in your pants, your mind wandering somewhere else.

You shook your head and stared back at the assignment. You were now on a question that you weren’t understanding. So you knew that you had to ask Daniela who was cooking dinner. You stood up from your seat, walking to her door. Your head was down once you walked out, “____.” Her voice was soft, she was already headed back to the room as you were leaving.

You were looking down at the paper, “hey Dani, I’m stumped on this question. It says here that,” your voice slowed once you looked up, seeing the woman standing there in a pink lingerie set, “I’m—supposed to,” she could hear how you were clearly shocked by this, “uh Daniela?” She didn’t say anything. Her face had a very evil smirk etched upon it. She walked so slowly over to you, her palm going to your chest as she pushed gently which caused you to walk backwards into her room.

That’s exactly what she wanted.

You weren’t going to deny her.

Not now.

And she knew that.

You were backing up until your backside hit the desk you were working on, the packet falling out of your hands. You eyed it and so did she, which you tried to lean down and grab it but her hand snaked up to your throat, having a firm grip on it. The way your breath hitched caused a deep chuckle to lean her, a chuckle that was so lust filled and ready—for you. Daniela pressed her body against yours, her entire front covering yours. She was smaller than you but still managed to overpower you.

And she loved that.

Her hand slid to the section between your ear and jaw, holding it firmly and helping eye contact that entire time. She turned your head to the side slightly, her face leaning closer to the side of your throat. You could feel her warm breath there, her hand sliding to the front of your jaw to place her thumb against your bottom lip. Her lips placed a gentle kiss on your jaw, the sensation making you shiver.

Her thigh was in between your spread legs. She could feel how hard you were getting, making her press her thigh against it earning a whimper from you. Her other hand went to the back of your head, holding you steady, “been wanting this since you started my class,” her hand that was on your head entangled into your hair. She held you steady, “every day I would imagine what it would be like to fuck you stupid in my bed. You really thought we were coming here to fucking work?” She laughed against your throat, “yeah, I got some work for you to do.”

Her lips slid delicately against your throat to the spot underneath your ear, latching onto the spot and sucking ever so slightly. Her hand that was on your face slid teasingly down your arm, her nails leaving trails in your skin feeling you shiver at the touch. “Daniela, it’s going on Thursday. I gotta…”

She but you off by pressing her nails deeply into your bicep, “you really are clueless, aren’t you?” She pulled away from your throat, her face being mere inches from yours, “I was going to pass you for that assignment whether you failed it or not,” she confessed, seeing your eyes go wide slightly, “that was my first plan to get you back here. To get you to understand that you’re mine, and no other woman on or off campus can have you.”

You stared at her dumbfounded, “so you—you were planning to blackmail me? If I didn’t…”

Daniela nodded, “I knew you weren’t going to say no to anything I asked you to do. Because you’re my best student aren’t you? The teachers pet? Or my favorite, Ms. Avanzini’s girl?”

She was so dark and twisted yet—it ignited a fire in the pit of your stomach.

This is something you wouldn’t normally be into, not even a little bit.

Daniela loved every reaction from you.

“You know how long I’ve waited for this? To have you in my bed?” She didn’t let you respond before she used her strength to swiftly turn you around and practically threw you on her bed, your body bouncing up slightly from the impact. She wasted no time in crawling on top of you, straddling your thighs where she could feel the tent in your pants brushing against where she wanted you. She leaned down close to your ear, “to have you pinned underneath me?”

A low chuckle sounded in your ear, Daniela sat back up and firmly pressed her bottom on your crotch. She saw the way you bit your lip to stifle your moan.

She bit her lip at the sight of you, at the victory of knowing she finally could have you.

Her hands went to your abdomen underneath your shirt, feeling you tense slightly from the way her fingertips glided across your skin. You could feel the wetness spreading over your pants, her hips rocking ever so slightly on your clothed cock.

“Bet you didn’t even know I took pictures and videos of you in class, did you baby?” With all the information she’s already told you, you’re not surprised at all and she knew that, “I got tired of using that stupid fucking rose toy,” her hands went to your shirt, going to the collar and grasping it harshly to rip it open, “I can’t count how many times I fucked myself with a dildo and wanted to show you. And then when I finally got your number, I almost did it. Would you have liked that, ____? Me sending you videos fucking myself moaning your name?”

You winced when the sound of the fabric actually ripped. For someone so small, you didn’t think she’d be able to use such strength against you. You knew she wanted an answer from you, “yes I would’ve Dani,” she loved that answer and for some reason, a small thread of boldness crept in your chest, “I would’ve jerked off to them and sent you videos too.”

You could feel her clit throb against you. The sound of the fabric being ripped completely before she pulled it off and tossed the cloth aside. A shudder left her lips from finally being able to see your entire body—well your torso. She wanted to mark you everywhere, but she had wanted to fuck you for so long so she wasn’t going to tease you too much.

“Naughty girl,” she slid down your body watching your eyes follow her. Her hands went up to the hem of your pants, and she didn’t miss the way your cock throbbed in your sweats. She pulled your pants off almost too fast, pushing it down your thighs to reveal your dark gray boxers that had a wet patch of pre-cum spreading where the tip was pressed. “I see how eager you are, mi amor,” her hands went to your boxers as she pulled them down too, your cock bobbing up and down before standing stiff.

She slid her panties down her thighs so teasingly, grabbing it and balling it up in her hand.

You could see the haze of her eyes, the way she looked so determined to ride you into oblivion. But you were nervous and she saw that.

“Daniela, are we gonna use protection for this? I really like you… I do, but I don’t want to get you pregnant.” She climbed back over you as she took a hold of your cock, holding it from in between her legs as she stroked you tenderly, “I just don’t know if this is a game for you or something. Like it feels like you love the chase and I don’t wanna get more attached than I already am.”

There it was.

She knew she had you then.

You were hers.

“You don’t need protection, love, because after this,” she lifted her hips up and angled your cock to her warm heat, your legs tensing when you felt the tip get caught on the edge of her entrance, “—nobody will ever have access to you like I do.” She sunk down slowly, not because she wanted to, but because you were bigger than average. And the burn felt incredible, her legs trembling as she took more and more of you into her.

She was wet enough for you to not use any lube, but the fit was still incredibly tight. Once she managed to take you fully to the hilt, your balls hitting her ass, you felt like you were going to explode. Your eyes closed shut, the feeling so foreign that not a single word left your mouth, only breathless huffs of air. Daniela’s eyes were trained on your face, seeing how you looked to be out of breath and in absolute bliss. She loved every second of it.

But she didn’t want to go slow. She waited way too long for this.

She lifted her hips up quickly and sunk down as fast as she could. Your body shuddering from every harsh bounce she gave. She knew you were inexperienced and that made this so much more thrilling. The sound of her hips making an impact with your own was so sinful, your eyes opening slightly to watch her on top of you. She was divine, and you would be lying if you didn’t say you felt like you were falling for her. Every time she lifted up, you could see the liquid from her pussy leaking out and around your cock.

Her bounces weren’t gentle at all, she needed you to cum in her. The way she stared down at you made you feel like prey, her mouth parted slightly as she drunk in every reaction you made. It amazed her how she couldn’t take you all the way every time she went down your cock. Her pussy was so tight for you, your hands reaching out for her for stability but she slapped them away causing you to look at her in confusion.

She had a smug smirk on her face, her hips continuing to slam down over top of you, “I said I’ve wanted to fuck you, so keep your hands off.” You pulled your hands to your chest, not sure exactly what to do with them. But you wanted to touch her. She saw how your eyes were trained on her bouncing breasts. She slowed her hips for a second, turning her bounces into grinds that made you wince. You could feel your cock stirring her insides, hitting every nook and cranny of her plush walls.

“But Dani, I wanna..!” She shoved her balled up panties in your mouth, the taste causing you to moan but her putting it in your mouth making you whimper.

“Shut up,” her voice was harsh, “I don’t want you talking. I want you to lie there and let me use you.” She chuckled wickedly. “Hands by your head.”

You didn’t hesitate but apparently your movements were too slow, seeing as she grabbed them and slammed them beside your head. Her hips picked back up before she began slamming down on your cock. You could only let out muffled moans, your eyes closing but opening from a sharp but light slap she sent to your cheek.

“Watch me, ____,” her hips didn’t falter, “watch me fucking own you, mi amor.”

Her fingers dug into your wrists, Daniela dropping her hips in circles as she slid up and down your cock. It was a feeling that you didn’t think you’d ever forget. Your hands turned into fists, trying your hardest to hold your composure. The way her walls massaged and suctioned around you had your tip nudging the deepest parts of her. You could feel the thick glob of pre-cum leaking from your head which was being pushed deeper into her.

You felt a spongy spot inside her, seeing how it made her hips stutter briefly before she drove you into her slower so you could repeatedly hit that spot.

You watched her eye roll back, her head tilting up in the air. She pushed her hips back and forth against you, the feeling of your cock curving perfectly and hitting every spot just right. She slowly moved her hips against your own, the squelching sound sounding like a melodic sultry symphony that only you both could listen to. Daniela’s head looked back down at you, seeing how you were watching her so intently.

Her body pressed further against yours with her hair curtaining around your head. She placed her head against your neck, her lips going to your throat to gather a bit of your skin in between her teeth. She nibbled on it before she let her lips take it over, her tongue swiping underneath it so suck it harshly. She moaned at the sound of you grunting from the sting being very overwhelming.

Her hips never stopped. She managed get her pussy to engulf you fully when she sunk down, the feeling of your balls hitting her ass every time she sunk down. You muffled moans had her attacking your neck, the combination almost throwing you into a frenzy. Daniela could feel you twitching inside her. It only urged her to go harder, her lips leaving her lips so she could watch you fall apart.

She sat up to watch you, her bottom lip in between her teeth, “ahi tienes bebé (there you go baby),” she let go of your wrists and placed one palm firmly on your chest to hold you down, “puedo sentir lo cerca que estás (I can feel how close you are),” she flushed her hips with yours, grinding them in circles and watching as you twitched underneath her. “Vamos, nena, ven por mí (come on baby, come for me).”

You could barely keep it together and it didn’t help with the fact that her Spanish voice was one of the sexiest things you’ve heard even if you didn’t understand her. Your hands were curled into your sides, trying your hardest to ground yourself. You watched her change positions, her feet planting on the sides of you which showed everything. She placed one hand on her thigh, the other going to your abdomen to keep herself steady.

She was only riding the tip now, which was super sensitive. She wanted you to see everything, especially the way her pussy fluttered around your thick head. You could see how her clit leaked, her arousal dripping down onto your abdomen. You were pulsing so badly, both of your eyes watching the way she went in and out of you. She grabbed the part of your cock that wasn’t inside her, slowly jerking it which built your high faster.

Your body tensed, Daniela looking up at your face. She reached for the panties stuffed in your mouth, pulling them out which caused a dragged moan to leave you. “Dani…” your voice was a pathetic whimper, only fueling her more.

“Come on baby, don’t hold it back,” she removed her hand from your cock and slowly sunk back down.

“Fu—ah—fuck Dani..!” She watched your teeth grit, your body shaking before a thick warm spurt shot directly against her unprotected cervix.

The warmth was everything. She moaned loudly at the feeling, her eyes locking on your face watching you struggle to handle it. Your hands reached out to her for a second, just before she grabbed them and pulled them towards her. She held them away from you, feeling your pulse quickening under her palms. She wasn’t done though. If anything she aimed to work you over more, dragging out your orgasm.

“Dani please… oh shit..!” Your hips writhed underneath her.

This was a sight to behold for her.

She has waited so long to watch you break under her moaning and begging uncontrollably for her to stop.

“You can take it, mi amor,” her hips raised to and continued their assault on your cock. She would pull almost all the way off and sink back down harshly, “you can cum again, can’t you baby? I’m close so I’m not fucking stopping.”

She pulled one of your hands underneath her bra to touch her breasts, feeling how shaky your hand was. Your eyes couldn’t even open properly. You lifted your knees up to ground yourself, your feet planted underneath you but your legs were buckling. Daniela released your other hand and took a hold of your hips underneath her, pulling you into her every time she slammed down onto you. Your whimpers were so cute, the overstimulation being something that was frying your brain.

You’ve overstimulated yourself before but this was on another level. You didn’t have a say in when it would stop.

It was amazing yet overwhelming.

Daniela was using you for her own pleasure now, fucking herself on your cock. She was so close. Her eyes were shut tightly, her mouth parted slightly. “Joder bebe (fuck baby), estoy a punto de ir por ti (I’m about to come for you), mierda! (Fuck!)”

Daniela pulled you against her before she dropped your hips and slammed on top of you, one of her hands going to your throat and tightening. Your breath caught in your throat, Daniela having a firm grip of your throat and cock before she slowed her hips. Her legs twitched, her body tensing. You felt how tight she had gotten, her walls spasming around you before they contracted completely.

“____, fuckkk—baby oh fuck!” Her grip on your throat seemed to tighten, which only pushed another weak orgasm out of you. She felt it sloshing around in her, your eyes going down to watch it trickle down. She rocked back and forth gently, over working both of your orgasms until you were shaking. Her body twitched on top of you, her hips slowly coming to a stop with so much hesitance.

Her hold on your throat loosened. Daniela let out a sigh before her eyes landed on your face, watching your chest heave which was accompanied by your harsh breathing.

She could feel you twitching inside her, your softening cock not leaving her warmth. She wasn’t going to allow that. Daniela reached down between your bodies, her fingers spreading her lips so you could see how her clit twitched and throbbed. The sight of you fully sheathed in her was a sight to behold. She lifted up just a little to show you, “look at this mess you made, mi amor.” You winced when she sunk back down.

She sat herself there, not for a second wanting to pull off of you.

Daniela knew it was dangerous to have to cum inside her, but she wasn’t going to let herself get pregnant. Not yet at least. She leaned over to her bedside table and grabbed a cloth, wiping the sweat from her face. She pulled herself off of you slowly, the emptiness hitting her.

You were dumbfounded, your eyes locked on the ceiling before you sat up and watched her. She walked to the desk where you were previously working. She turned to you, “don’t worry about this. You passed it.”

You didn’t know how to feel, but you knew that this was the start of—something.

And you wanted it to be the start of something.

But don’t worry, she had you before you even knew it.

You are and will ALWAYS be Ms. Avanzini’s Girl.

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If someone were to tell you that you would have Megan Skiendiel, the most popular girl in school, the brattiest/whiniest girl known to mankind, and the person you’ve been wanting since freshman year, on your lap—or better yet your cock—while you were trying to tutor her, you would have never believed them.

But here she was, in nothing but your hoodie with your cock buried deep inside, squirming uncontrollably as she tried to focus on the chapter in front of her. You could feel her clench around you when you would adjust her on your lap, giving you a deep satisfaction each time. She was so sensitive—so different to the girl she presented herself to be in your school halls. The knowledge that you and only you alone could make her this responsive made you proud. Possessive, even.

Megan huffed for the umpteenth time that study session, dropping her pencil as she ran her hands through her hair.

“I’m so bored,” she whined like a damn child, “can we please take a break?”

You only sighed. You were used to her whining by now.

“No, Megan,” you said firmly, “we had one 20 minutes ago. We agreed one more section then—“

“I don’t care on what we agreed on!” She argued, “This is hurting my brain!”

“Megan.” You were trying to keep your annoyance in check. You knew school wasn’t for everyone, but goodness she was a complainer.

“I’m asking you nicely—“

You thrusted once inside of her. You held back a groan when you felt her clench around you in shock, your body growing hot at the sudden moan that escaped her lips. Her eyes were wide when they landed on you, her cheeks red. Your gaze didn’t waver, if anything it got more strict.

“Y/N—“

You cut her off with another thrust, forcing another low moan to escape.

“Get back to working. We’re not done, we still have an hour.”

Megan opened her mouth like she was going to argue, but one look from you shut her up immediately. She held back her remark, slowly turning back to her book and picking up her pencil. You could hear how heavy her breathing turned. Could feel how wet she had gotten, you swore her slick was starting to drip down your inner thighs. You just smiled and continued to peer over her shoulder, answering her quiet questions. After another five minutes, you felt it. Her hips were moving, slow as if she was trying hard to prevent you from noticing, but her thighs were clenching hard as she let out a low whimper.

“Megan?” You asked quietly, your voice knowing. Megan didn’t stop moving. In fact, she was getting a little faster, clenching you so hard it forced a groan from your throat. You grabbed her hips, stilling her.

“Please…” She whispered. You didn’t yield.

“We’re not done this section.”

“Jesus Y/N I don’t care about this fucking session. How do you want me to focus with your damn dick inside of me?” She barked back. Your eyes narrowed, your nails digging into her bare waist.

“You are so stubborn,” You remarked under your breath, “you were begging me to help you study so you can stay on the dance team and this is how you treat me?”

“Well sorry I didn’t realize how boring this would be.”

You were sick of her attitude. You were also not appreciating that your cock was throbbing inside of her and forcing quiet gasps between you. Her voice was getting more whiny—more demanding with each complaint. You wanted to shut her up. You wanted her to study, all at once.

So, you thought of a solution.

Your hand wrapped around Megan’s throat and, with a tug, forced her back flush against your chest. She gasped as you forced her thighs apart, seeing your own cock buried deep inside of her. Your hand stayed firm on her throat—not enough to choke, not yet, but enough pressure to keep her in place.

“What are you doing…?” She asked breathlessly. You picked the book up and flipped the page until it got onto the discussion questions. As your hand flipped to the page, your other hand was trailing down her body from under her hoodie—your hoodie—until it was right above her clit.

“I’m going to quiz you,” you said simply, “and you’re going to answer. Simple?”

You shuddered when you heard Megan’s breathy gasp. You didn’t move until she nodded.

“First question…” you began.

It was a steady line of questions. You were honestly surprised she got so many right—you didn’t know she was actually paying attention to your lessons. That streak ended when she was off by a couple years on a specific war. She was about to complain, but you beat her to it. Your hand smacked against her clit, forcing her to jolt violently in your hold with a yelp.

“What the hell Y/N?!—“

Megan tried to close her legs but you forced them back open with a strong hand. She whimpered as the sting lingered uncomfortably.

“This is to help you remember.” You stated simply. You ignored her whimper.

Another answer wrong.

Before she could try closing her legs, you spanked her again. She let out a shuddering whine, her breathing ragged as she tried to push your hand away.

“Please—“ her voice was already hoarse, “That hurts…”

But even as she said it, you felt how wet she was getting. You did it again as an experiment, again feeling her soaking onto your cock. You even felt her hips jut forward, like she was chasing your hand. Chasing the sting. Her head fell back, exposing her neck to the cold air. You leaned forward and kissed her pulse point, causing another shudder.

“Next question.” You urged. You tried to flip to the next page, but Megan took it upon herself to knock it out of your hand. The book fell to the floor with a loud thud!

You stared at her, stunned. Megan didn’t look remorseful in the slightest. If anything she looked triumphant, proud of herself for having finally pissed you off. Your jaw clenched in aggravation.

“Oh, you want to hit?” You asked pointedly. Your tone was lower, almost dangerous. It was a warning Megan didn’t care to consider, in fact it seemed to entice her. Her look quickly changed when you held her body down with an arm around her midriff, your free hand moving to spank her clit repeatedly. Megan screamed, instantly trying to close her legs again to stop the sting but you held on.

“Please—please! Fuck—Y/N!” Megan cried out, the sting becoming unbearable. Her eyes rimmed with tears as she tried to squirm out of your grip. You ignored her, smacking harder. She was shaking, her hips jerking violently to meet your hand halfway. She was clenching so hard around your cock it was causing you to thrust into her. You groaned against her ear.

“You’re such a brat,” you chided, not stopping even when her hand wrapped around your wrist, “I try to help and you disrespect me. Is this what you wanted, Megan? To get fucked? Is this not doing enough for you still?” Your voice was a low growl as she whimpered. Her eyes were glossy, shimmering with tears.

“Fuck you!” She bit back, still trying to close her legs, “you’re a shitty teacher.”

That was the final straw.

You pull out of her, your cock already missing her slick warmth as you grabbed her hips. You pushed everything off of your desk to set her back onto it, keeping her down with a hand on her throat. You had the power to squeeze, but you didn’t. That power had your cock throbbing uncontrollably. Megan’s tears were finally rolling down her face as she tried to close her thighs. She managed for a second before you slapped her inner thighs, holding back a smile as she whimpered at the sting.

“Open your fucking legs.” You commanded. She opened them immediately, showing you her glistening cunt and puffy clit, red from the spanking. You scoffed. “Now you want to listen. When I’m trying to tutor you because I’m such a good partner, you don’t want it. But when you want to get fucked like the whore—“ you slapped her clit harder than before, keeping your hand on it so she couldn’t move her hips, “—you are, suddenly you can listen just fine. That’s fine. I’ll make you learn right now.”

Megan was trying to glare at you, but her gaze wavered when she met your eyes, seeing the anger in them. She let out a choked whimper, but wasn’t relenting.

“Yeah,” she croaked out, “because you’re not so boring anymore.”

Your grip absentmindedly tightened around her throat. She coughed but accepted the pressure, her hand wrapping around your wrist and keeping it there. Your free hand, the one that was still on her clit, lowered to her cunt. Megan wasn’t given time to breathe before you forced two fingers in, hitting the spot she craved immediately. She cried out, hips already jerking.

The sound of your fingering drilling into her filled the room instantly, mixed with her choked blabbering and sobs. You buried your fingers to the knuckle, curling them and keeping them there so she could really feel it all.

“Look at you, you’re so fucking pathetic, Megan.” You chided, your fingers pounding harder. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, completely ruining her mascara. You didn’t care. You loved how the black tear streaks made her look anyway—so perfectly ruined. You leaned your face directly over hers, forcing her to look at you.

“You parade yourself as some popular rich bitch who gets whatever she wants. You think you’re so fucking untouchable—so much better than everyone. But I know you.” Your grip tightened on her throat, leaving her face red, “You’re just a girl who likes getting fucked stupid, isn’t that right? You like humping me like a dog when no one’s looking, right?”

The look you were giving Megan told her not to even try denying it. So instead, as hazy as her mind was, she forced herself to nod.

“Yes—“ She croaked out, “I’m yours…Only yours…”

A sick, possessive wave of satisfaction washed over you. Your pulled your fingers out of her cunt, spreading them to show just how much of her slick you collected. It was obscene, downright filthy, but it made your cock throb in need. You moved her ankle to your shoulder, allowing your cock to rest on her stomach as you pressed the pads of your soaked fingers to her lips.

“Open.”

She didn’t open.

You spanked her clit again. She still didn’t open.

“Megan. Open.” You were getting impatient. She still had that fire in her eye—that bratty spirit that drove you completely insane. You hated it. But loved it at the same time. You loved breaking the brat out of her, that is. Megan had the audacity to look away.

Your fingers moved to pinch her clit, completely down with her attitude.

Megan let out a surprised scream as an orgasm tore through her. It shocked the both of you, but it definitely didn’t stop you. You kept pinching, rolling her clit between her fingers as you watched her sob.

“Wait…wait…” She pleaded breathlessly. You didn’t wait. You kept your hand on her jaw.

“Open your fucking mouth.”

She finally opened.

“Good girl.”

You pushed your fingers in. Megan moaned at the intrusion, tasting her own sweet, salty taste and completely unraveling her in seconds. Her eyes never left yours as her tongue swirled along your fingers, lapping up all the remains of her excess. Your breath hitched, more affected than you were expecting. Your cock was leaking pre-cum on her stomach, throbbing more painfully after each second. Megan made a motion as if she was going to pull your fingers out, but she only stopped when she got to your fingernails, then dove right back in. You shuddered as you watched her, her eyes nearly black in pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful…” You whispered, almost in awe, “so obedient when you’re fucked stupid.”

Megan moaned at the praise, finally pulling your fingers out. The thick string of saliva that connected your fingers and her lips was the last straw. You wrapped your hand around the thick base of your cock and pressed the tip inside of her. Megan was already shaking, still weak from her previous orgasm, but she invited you in. Her chest was radially moving up and down as she tried to collect air that you were still restricting from her.

Without another second wasted, you slammed into her. The feeling of Megan’s walls completely encasing you, burying you in her warmth, made a groan tear from your throat. Megan screamed along with you, the stretch of your cock inside of her even more noticeable than when she was sitting on your lap.

You kept a ruthless pace with her. The desk was shaking, banging into the wall as you held her hips.

“Look at you,” you cooed as you leaned just against her lips, yanking her hair straight from the scalp, “so fucking pathetic. My pathetic girl.”

“Yours!” Megan whined back almost immediately, her voice high pitched and desperate.

That confirmation, only amplified by her screams, made your thrusts firmer. They weren’t frantic and hurried, but deep and unrelenting. You watched the way her eyes rolled back and the way her bruised lips were parted. You almost came from the sight alone.

“Let me cum—Let me—fuck—“ Megan was babbling. You kept a strong grip on her hair and jaw, forcing your eyes to meet as she pleaded with you. You didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Didn’t even let her know you were even hearing her in that moment—just kept that same brutal pace. You watched the drool drip down the corners of her mouth. The tears that streamed her eyes and the sweat that coated her forehead and ran down her temples.

“Want me to cum?” You growled against her ear, “want me to fill this disobedient little cunt, huh?”

Megan nodded rapidly, her whines only becoming more incoherent.

“Yes—please Y/N! Please please please—“ She repeated it like a mantra, all while her hips were rolling into yours. You could feel her legs shaking around your waist. You knew she was close.

You grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at you. Her eyes were nearly black, glossy and puffy with tears, and so, so desperate. Like a stray puppy. That was what did it.

You came with a groan, directly right next to her ear. Megan’s freshly manicured nails were digging into your back, definitely breaking skin, but neither of you cared. Not when you could feel her walls getting ruined by your thick, overloading cum. You pumped the last remains out as you held her waist, holding her tight as she curled into you, weak and shaky.

For a moment neither of you spoke. You couldn’t, neither of you could even breathe.

You looked down at Megan’s cunt, seeing the small dribble of your cum that was trying to leak out of her. You scooped up the excess and pushed it back in, hearing her let out a content moan.

“We can cut our session short for today.” You said simply. You smiled upon seeing Megan’s smile.

“Good,” she whispered, “but you should teach me like that again sometime.”