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(Wow, already on number three, I’m on a role. Anyways, Rachael hope you like it. This was my first teacher/student, so hopefully it doesn‘t blow (: reviews please?)
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I sigh and twirl my ginger hair in my fingers, while mindlessly looking out the window. Music class was of course was fun, but the lecturing part? Not so much. I sometimes wonder why I even chose this class. I’m not very good at instruments, but I can say I’m pretty good with vocals. I guess this is what I get for joining this damn class.
“Rachael.” I heard someone call as I looked up to see Mr. Way. I try not to blush at the sight of him. Now this is when I was happy when I joined this class, because of him; Mr. Way. God, he was truly the definition of perfection. Nice slim, but muscular body. Long arms, enticing fingers, smooth creamy skin and the most softest brown eyes I had seen (besides my own of course.) His long hair was combed back in a grungy way, but it worked for him. I heard a rumor he has brother who’s also a teacher, but he teaches art. I wonder if he was as cute as he was...and I realized I had just been looking at him like an idiot.
“Yes Mr. Way?” I asked softly yet an a mocking innocent voice. Truth be told, this has been going on for quite some time now. I would try to catch his attention, just have him speak to me. I could tell I had gotten under his skin, which only made this more exciting.
“Care to pay attention?” he asks annoyed as I nod awkwardly.
“Yes Mr. Way, I’m sorry.” I reply softly as he looks at me carefully before returning to his lecture as I smile to myself and wait for him to finish. When he gives us our assignment, I watch him sit down and take a sip of his prized possession which was Italian coffee. I could recognize the scent anywhere after smelling it in this classroom.
He looks at me with narrowed eyes as I pretend not to notice his gaze. I decide to turn the charm on and shift my legs so my pink dress slides up a little bit, exposing half of my thighs and my slender legs complete with my favorite black converse. I pretend to think and look upwards while putting a pencil to my lips and tapping it. I pout my lips a little and by the way he seems to take a deep breath, I know it’s working.
I honestly don’t know how I became like this. It wasn’t until I was placed in class room where sex on the stick was teaching the class. There wasn’t a night that went by that I didn’t think about him. Those long, slender fingers…
I lose myself in a daydream once more, thankfully avoiding being scolded by Mr. Way as the bell rings. Everyone gathers up their instruments as he greets them goodbye softly, before stacking papers on his desk as I make my way out.
“Rachael?” he asks as I stand still and turn my head slightly.
“Yes, Mr. Way?” I ask sweetly.
“I need to talk to you, stay.” he replies as I turn my head back and pretend to look confused, but inside I’m fluttering like a fucking butterfly. He brings a seat over to his desk and points to it as I sit on it and cross my legs. I set my messenger bag on the floor, fixing my glasses as he sits down.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” I asked curiously as he looks at me and lets a quiet sigh escape.
“Well to be honest, it’s about your behavior in this class.” he replies as I frown at him.
“You’re always daydreaming, you’re already lacking in the actual playing department.” he added.
“Mr. Way-” I start but he cuts me off.
“I don’t really need excuses Rachael. Perhaps, a punishment might get your attention.” he retorts as I look at him differently. Now I’m a little nervous.
“What kind of punishment?” I asked meekly as he only smirks before sliding his hand up my leg as I tense from the feeling of his cold hand.
“You tell me.” he replied before we looked at each other and he leaned in so our lips touched. I gasped but accepted the contact. His lips were so soft, lightly coated in chap stick as I felt his tongue slide across my lip before slipping inside my mouth as I let out a soft moan, his hands sliding under dress and gripping my thigh as I bite his lip while he growls quietly. He moves his fingers under my panties and rubs my length as I tense and automatically feel myself get wet as he moves closer and closer to my folds. Right when I think he’s going slide those amazing fingers inside me, he stands up before yanking me up and pushing me back against the desk, swiftly knocking the stack of papers off as I gasp to myself. My heart is racing, and my area is aching badly now. I didn’t appreciate being teased this way. He eyes me lustfully before unwrapping my coat and throwing it the floor. My short pink dress makes me feel half naked by the thin material.
He smiles as he pulls the short sleeves to my dress and down my shoulders. My white velvet bra coming into his view as he turns me around so my back is to him. My hips digging into the desk as I bite my lip. He rubs my waist with hands, working up and down my sides until he moves up and cups my breasts in his hands through the material. I moan slightly, feeling them harden and being pushed down from the confinement they are trapped in. I feel him undo my bra until the straps slide down my arms and to the floor. His hands are instantly holding them in his hands, getting the full weight of them. He squeezes them roughly while I moan and ground my ass into him, feeling his pants tighten as his breathing increases.
He turns me back around and leans his head down take a nipple in his mouth while I arch my back from the pleasant sensation as he grips my hips. He bites down on it as I cry out in half pain/half pleasure. He smiles and switches to the other one before he pulls back.
“You really do like to tease don’t you?” he asks as I smile up at him innocently.
“But it’s so much fun…Mr. Way.” I taunt him as he smirks before I’m suddenly being lifted up and pushed down on the desk with a faint thump as I pant. He lays me down so I’m stretched out on it, while his hands grip my thighs and yank me back down, so my legs dangle off the desk.
“As much of a smartass you can be, I admire that.” he tells me before my dress is being pushed up my thighs so it rests like a pink halo around my stomach. The cold air makes my nipples harden even more as he reaches for my panties and pulls them down my legs before smirking as he sticks them in his pant pocket instead of throwing to the floor with my bra and jacket.
He kisses down my chest and continuing down my stomach as he opens my legs so the cold air hits directly on my peach as I shiver and let out a moan of anticipation. He leans his head in and soon I’m feeling a cool tongue slide up and down me slowly while I bite my lip and gasp. He holds my hips as he teases me while I whine. He only chuckles slightly before finding my pearl and lightly flicks it with his tongue as I squirm under his grip.
“Stop fucking teasing me.” I hiss in frustration as he looks up at me.
“Not so fun when you’re the one receiving it huh?” he mocks me as I glare at him before the infamous smirk is back on his lips. He leans back in and he fills me with tongue once more as I moan. He finds my clit again and concentrates solely on it as I buck my hips up against his face, desperate for more as he licks in a circle while tingles run up and down my spine as I moan and claw at the table. He licks faster, stronger, harder until my body feels like I’m lying on ice picks. Every little movement makes me whimper at the intensity until I’m shaking involuntarily and my mind is on overload. It barely occurred me that the door was unlocked. Anybody could walk in at any moment and we’d be dead. Mr. Way could be thrown in jail, yet I didn’t stop him. I didn’t want him to stop.
“Oh God.” I call out as my thighs tighten and I’m coming hard against him as I pant and let out deep breaths while my juices drip into his mouth, some landing on the table. I moan as he licks me dry and licks his lips before he’s standing back up while I sigh, still spread out on the table.
“Tastes like strawberries, nice. Much sweeter than I always pictured.” he smiles as I find a sudden urge and pull him by the shirt to me. My hands slide under the black material, feeling muscular warm creamy skin as he takes my hands out and lays me back down. I see him undo his pants, and then plaid boxers, revealing a very large you know what. I smile to myself as I feel myself start dripping again. God this was so wrong, but you better believe it felt so fucking right.
He spreads my legs open more, until it sort of hurts. He positions himself at my entrance, sliding in with a quick haste as I feel a sharp sting, but I don’t complain. Instead I moan and feel him stretch my walls as he pulls out and then pushes back in swiftly, going slow, but his thrusts hit deep inside me. I groan and sit up so I can wrap myself around him. I move my hips against and moan as he moves faster. The desk rocks back and forth slightly while my hands tangle in his hair. His hand is wrapped tightly around my waist, I bite my lip in an effort not to scream incase anyone happened to be walking by. My walls are clenching him so tightly as he moans in my ear.
“Damn Rachael.” he sighs as he moves faster, a bead of sweat forming on his brow as I lean in to him to lick it off with the tip of his tongue; salty yet sweet. He pounds into me as I whimper when he hits my G spot like a pro over and again. My body trying to keep up, but too wrapped up in the shocks it’s receiving. I swear I’m seeing colors as he moves in and out, in and out, and repeating it.
“Fuck Mr. Way!” I shout as my body vibrates. I can tell he’s close by his expression. I close my eyes as that one final harsh thrust drives me over the edge as I let out a string of soft screams, coming harder than I did earlier. I feel his salty load fill me as our secretions mix together and slide drip down on the ground as I fall faintly back against the desk. He pants and moans as his orgasm passes. When we can think straight he looks at me and smiles.
“Well…” he sighs.
“I should be punished more often.” I smirk at him as he eyes me lustfully once more. He slides out of me as I sigh and sit up. Thank God for birth control, or this could’ve been messy. We dress ourselves as I straighten out my dress while he cleans up the evidence. He reaches into his pocket and pulls back out my panties as I smile when he hands them to me. I push them back and smirk.
“Keep them.” I whispered in his ear as he smiles.
“I’ll see you on Monday.” he tells me as I nod.
“I’m looking forward to it Mr. Way.” I reply. It’s obvious we won’t be speaking a word of what happened. It’s our little secret now. A little secret I knew wasn’t over.
I knew I chose this class for a reason…
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I sigh and twirl my ginger hair in my fingers, while mindlessly looking out the window. Music class was of course was fun, but the lecturing part? Not so much. I sometimes wonder why I even chose this class. I’m not very good at instruments, but I can say I’m pretty good with vocals. I guess this is what I get for joining this damn class.
“Rachael.” I heard someone call as I looked up to see Mr. Way. I try not to blush at the sight of him. Now this is when I was happy when I joined this class, because of him; Mr. Way. God, he was truly the definition of perfection. Nice slim, but muscular body. Long arms, enticing fingers, smooth creamy skin and the most softest brown eyes I had seen (besides my own of course.) His long hair was combed back in a grungy way, but it worked for him. I heard a rumor he has brother who’s also a teacher, but he teaches art. I wonder if he was as cute as he was...and I realized I had just been looking at him like an idiot.
“Yes Mr. Way?” I asked softly yet an a mocking innocent voice. Truth be told, this has been going on for quite some time now. I would try to catch his attention, just have him speak to me. I could tell I had gotten under his skin, which only made this more exciting.
“Care to pay attention?” he asks annoyed as I nod awkwardly.
“Yes Mr. Way, I’m sorry.” I reply softly as he looks at me carefully before returning to his lecture as I smile to myself and wait for him to finish. When he gives us our assignment, I watch him sit down and take a sip of his prized possession which was Italian coffee. I could recognize the scent anywhere after smelling it in this classroom.
He looks at me with narrowed eyes as I pretend not to notice his gaze. I decide to turn the charm on and shift my legs so my pink dress slides up a little bit, exposing half of my thighs and my slender legs complete with my favorite black converse. I pretend to think and look upwards while putting a pencil to my lips and tapping it. I pout my lips a little and by the way he seems to take a deep breath, I know it’s working.
I honestly don’t know how I became like this. It wasn’t until I was placed in class room where sex on the stick was teaching the class. There wasn’t a night that went by that I didn’t think about him. Those long, slender fingers…
I lose myself in a daydream once more, thankfully avoiding being scolded by Mr. Way as the bell rings. Everyone gathers up their instruments as he greets them goodbye softly, before stacking papers on his desk as I make my way out.
“Rachael?” he asks as I stand still and turn my head slightly.
“Yes, Mr. Way?” I ask sweetly.
“I need to talk to you, stay.” he replies as I turn my head back and pretend to look confused, but inside I’m fluttering like a fucking butterfly. He brings a seat over to his desk and points to it as I sit on it and cross my legs. I set my messenger bag on the floor, fixing my glasses as he sits down.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” I asked curiously as he looks at me and lets a quiet sigh escape.
“Well to be honest, it’s about your behavior in this class.” he replies as I frown at him.
“You’re always daydreaming, you’re already lacking in the actual playing department.” he added.
“Mr. Way-” I start but he cuts me off.
“I don’t really need excuses Rachael. Perhaps, a punishment might get your attention.” he retorts as I look at him differently. Now I’m a little nervous.
“What kind of punishment?” I asked meekly as he only smirks before sliding his hand up my leg as I tense from the feeling of his cold hand.
“You tell me.” he replied before we looked at each other and he leaned in so our lips touched. I gasped but accepted the contact. His lips were so soft, lightly coated in chap stick as I felt his tongue slide across my lip before slipping inside my mouth as I let out a soft moan, his hands sliding under dress and gripping my thigh as I bite his lip while he growls quietly. He moves his fingers under my panties and rubs my length as I tense and automatically feel myself get wet as he moves closer and closer to my folds. Right when I think he’s going slide those amazing fingers inside me, he stands up before yanking me up and pushing me back against the desk, swiftly knocking the stack of papers off as I gasp to myself. My heart is racing, and my area is aching badly now. I didn’t appreciate being teased this way. He eyes me lustfully before unwrapping my coat and throwing it the floor. My short pink dress makes me feel half naked by the thin material.
He smiles as he pulls the short sleeves to my dress and down my shoulders. My white velvet bra coming into his view as he turns me around so my back is to him. My hips digging into the desk as I bite my lip. He rubs my waist with hands, working up and down my sides until he moves up and cups my breasts in his hands through the material. I moan slightly, feeling them harden and being pushed down from the confinement they are trapped in. I feel him undo my bra until the straps slide down my arms and to the floor. His hands are instantly holding them in his hands, getting the full weight of them. He squeezes them roughly while I moan and ground my ass into him, feeling his pants tighten as his breathing increases.
He turns me back around and leans his head down take a nipple in his mouth while I arch my back from the pleasant sensation as he grips my hips. He bites down on it as I cry out in half pain/half pleasure. He smiles and switches to the other one before he pulls back.
“You really do like to tease don’t you?” he asks as I smile up at him innocently.
“But it’s so much fun…Mr. Way.” I taunt him as he smirks before I’m suddenly being lifted up and pushed down on the desk with a faint thump as I pant. He lays me down so I’m stretched out on it, while his hands grip my thighs and yank me back down, so my legs dangle off the desk.
“As much of a smartass you can be, I admire that.” he tells me before my dress is being pushed up my thighs so it rests like a pink halo around my stomach. The cold air makes my nipples harden even more as he reaches for my panties and pulls them down my legs before smirking as he sticks them in his pant pocket instead of throwing to the floor with my bra and jacket.
He kisses down my chest and continuing down my stomach as he opens my legs so the cold air hits directly on my peach as I shiver and let out a moan of anticipation. He leans his head in and soon I’m feeling a cool tongue slide up and down me slowly while I bite my lip and gasp. He holds my hips as he teases me while I whine. He only chuckles slightly before finding my pearl and lightly flicks it with his tongue as I squirm under his grip.
“Stop fucking teasing me.” I hiss in frustration as he looks up at me.
“Not so fun when you’re the one receiving it huh?” he mocks me as I glare at him before the infamous smirk is back on his lips. He leans back in and he fills me with tongue once more as I moan. He finds my clit again and concentrates solely on it as I buck my hips up against his face, desperate for more as he licks in a circle while tingles run up and down my spine as I moan and claw at the table. He licks faster, stronger, harder until my body feels like I’m lying on ice picks. Every little movement makes me whimper at the intensity until I’m shaking involuntarily and my mind is on overload. It barely occurred me that the door was unlocked. Anybody could walk in at any moment and we’d be dead. Mr. Way could be thrown in jail, yet I didn’t stop him. I didn’t want him to stop.
“Oh God.” I call out as my thighs tighten and I’m coming hard against him as I pant and let out deep breaths while my juices drip into his mouth, some landing on the table. I moan as he licks me dry and licks his lips before he’s standing back up while I sigh, still spread out on the table.
“Tastes like strawberries, nice. Much sweeter than I always pictured.” he smiles as I find a sudden urge and pull him by the shirt to me. My hands slide under the black material, feeling muscular warm creamy skin as he takes my hands out and lays me back down. I see him undo his pants, and then plaid boxers, revealing a very large you know what. I smile to myself as I feel myself start dripping again. God this was so wrong, but you better believe it felt so fucking right.
He spreads my legs open more, until it sort of hurts. He positions himself at my entrance, sliding in with a quick haste as I feel a sharp sting, but I don’t complain. Instead I moan and feel him stretch my walls as he pulls out and then pushes back in swiftly, going slow, but his thrusts hit deep inside me. I groan and sit up so I can wrap myself around him. I move my hips against and moan as he moves faster. The desk rocks back and forth slightly while my hands tangle in his hair. His hand is wrapped tightly around my waist, I bite my lip in an effort not to scream incase anyone happened to be walking by. My walls are clenching him so tightly as he moans in my ear.
“Damn Rachael.” he sighs as he moves faster, a bead of sweat forming on his brow as I lean in to him to lick it off with the tip of his tongue; salty yet sweet. He pounds into me as I whimper when he hits my G spot like a pro over and again. My body trying to keep up, but too wrapped up in the shocks it’s receiving. I swear I’m seeing colors as he moves in and out, in and out, and repeating it.
“Fuck Mr. Way!” I shout as my body vibrates. I can tell he’s close by his expression. I close my eyes as that one final harsh thrust drives me over the edge as I let out a string of soft screams, coming harder than I did earlier. I feel his salty load fill me as our secretions mix together and slide drip down on the ground as I fall faintly back against the desk. He pants and moans as his orgasm passes. When we can think straight he looks at me and smiles.
“Well…” he sighs.
“I should be punished more often.” I smirk at him as he eyes me lustfully once more. He slides out of me as I sigh and sit up. Thank God for birth control, or this could’ve been messy. We dress ourselves as I straighten out my dress while he cleans up the evidence. He reaches into his pocket and pulls back out my panties as I smile when he hands them to me. I push them back and smirk.
“Keep them.” I whispered in his ear as he smiles.
“I’ll see you on Monday.” he tells me as I nod.
“I’m looking forward to it Mr. Way.” I reply. It’s obvious we won’t be speaking a word of what happened. It’s our little secret now. A little secret I knew wasn’t over.
I knew I chose this class for a reason…
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