I was alone last night and terribly horny. For those who love the student/teacher fantasy. Hope you enjoy… (Everyone is 18 years, consenting and gluten free 😉)

My heart flutters with excitement as I step into the dimly lit hallway of the school, the hushed murmurs of the staff echoing in the background. With each step, the anticipation builds, knowing that behind that private desk lies my captivating teacher, Mr. Professor.

As I approach the door, my hand trembles slightly, a mixture of nerves and desire coursing through my veins. With a deep breath, I enter and quickly close the door behind me, shutting out the prying eyes of the other staff members to preserve our secret.

Your gaze meets mine, and a mischievous smile tugs at the corners of my lips. I savor the tension in the air as I slowly make my way towards your desk, gesturing to you to keep quiet. I walk around your teacher's desk and as you turn your chair towards me, your gaze full of incomprehension, I give you a wink that says 1000 words.

My breath catches in my throat as I kneel before you, your imposing presence looming over me. My heart beats wildly as I begin to unbuckle your belt, my hands trembling slightly from anticipation. My red hair cascades around me like a fiery curtain, my green eyes shining with hunger. When our eyes meet again, it's like telepathy: you're begging me not to stop.

As you nervously stare at your office door, I gently pull down your zipper, my lips part in a silent moan. Your cock springs free, twitching beneath my hungry gaze. My warm, wet mouth engulfs it, taking as much of you as I can immediately. My tongue swirls around the head, tasting your essence, while my petite hands massage your heavy balls, urging you to give me more.

I pause, our eyes locking, my mouth leaving your hardness for a moment. "Mmm... you taste so good," I murmur seductively, tracing my fingers along your muscular thigh. My lips wrap tightly around your throbbing cock, my tongue swirling eagerly around the sensitive head. I slide my mouth down your length, taking you deep, my hand gripping your shaft tightly, pumping in rhythm. With each bob of my head, I apply varying pressure, alternating between gentle licks and sucking you forcefully, my saliva dripping down to provide maximum lubrication.

As my head bobs up and down, I maintain unbroken eye contact, letting my green eyes stare up at you with a mixture of submission and craving. I take pleasure in the slight gagging sensation, my throat instinctively relaxing to accommodate your size after so many private lessons. With each thrust, I moan softly, the sound vibrating against your pulsating flesh.

I see you caught between two worlds: your body doesn't know whether to relax under my caresses or stiffen because of the constant risk of anyone knocking on your door during the break between classes. Still, my mouth works tirelessly, my lips and tongue expertly pleasuring you, my gaze never wavering. I know the risk of someone stumbling upon us, but that only adds to the excitement, fueling my desire to please you with every ounce of my being.

I know the school staff is only steps away, and any moment we could be discovered. Yet, the adrenaline coursing through my veins only heightens my senses, focusing my attention on you. With each slide of your cock in and out of my mouth, I let out a muffled moan, completely lost in the moment. Giving myself to you makes me feel so alive.

In this moment, all that matters is your pleasure, dear teacher. I discard any personal desires, wholly surrendering to my role as your willing student. Every flick of my tongue, every suction of my lips is solely to bring you pleasure and fulfill your deepest desires. Your satisfaction is my sole purpose. With each moan and whisper of approval you offer, I feel a surge of gratification, knowing that I am doing my part to please you. I am wholly yours, at your mercy, and I revel in every moment of it. And if anyone deserves it, it's you, my handsome Mr. Professor.

My lips continue their relentless assault on your pulsating cock, my mouth enveloping you completely. I increase the speed and intensity, my head bobbing with a well-practiced rhythm. The suction from my mouth becomes stronger, the wet sounds filling the air as I focus on bringing you to the brink of release. My hands work together, intertwining with my mouth. I stroke your shaft firmly, matching the pace of my eager mouth.

The combination of my tight grip and the warmth of my wet mouth sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, building towards an explosive climax. I can sense your mounting arousal, the tension in your body reaching its peak. I pause for a moment, my hand and mouth frozen over you, and whisper in a sultry voice, "You're so close, Mr. Professor? Give it to me. Let go and release all that pent-up desire." I deliberately used my little feminine voice, the one that charms you every time, doubled with my angelic smile filled with false innocence.

As the tension in your body reaches its peak, I can sense your impending orgasm. Your muscles tighten, your breath quickens, and with a manly groan that reverberates throughout the room, you reach the peak of your pleasure.

In that moment, some voices resonate from the door, announcing the presence of others on the other side. But the risk of getting caught only heightens the intensity of the situation. Determined to savor every drop of your release, I greedily swallow your copious load, my throat contracting in audible gulps that fill the air with a mix of satisfaction and urgency. The taste of your salty essence fills my mouth, and I relish in the moment, knowing that I've brought you to such incredible heights.

My lips remain locked around your pulsing cock, my tongue milking every last drop of your essence. The taste of you, mixed with the adrenaline of our risky encounter, fills my senses, driving my own arousal to new heights of mischief. Though my heart races, I refuse to relent until I have consumed every bit of your pleasure. With each gulp, I relish the thrill of being so close to getting caught, my mouth, hands and throat working in harmony to devour the evidence of our forbidden liaisons.

As the last remnants of your orgasm fade away, I release you from my warm, wet embrace, my lips glistening with your seeds. I meet your gaze, a mischievous smile playing on my lips, as we both share the exhilarating knowledge that we have narrowly escaped discovery.

The room is filled with a charged silence, broken only by the sound of our heavy breathing, as we quickly gather ourselves and attempt to compose our appearances. We exchange a knowing glance, the electrifying memory of our encounter still lingering, before parting ways, leaving our secret passion locked behind closed doors. 💕