Page 36 of Lessons in Touch

“Yes. If you want to tease the professor in class, then you must be ready to face the consequences, like a good, obedient student.”

I guide her to the lectern at the top of the class.

“Bend over,” I command, and she obeys. Her uniform skirt rides up as she leans forward, and her ass pushes upward.

I grab the edge of her pantyhose with one hand while the other rests on her back and pull hard. It rips widely, exposing her ass to me. She yelps, but covers her mouth with her hand immediately.

“Is this what you wanted?” I snarl, unable to control myself now.

I am aware that anyone might walk into this classroom at any point. They could see me and Rose, and the way she is bent over the lectern. Her ass is mine, and her pussy is gushing. While my cock harder and bigger than it’s ever been. But I cannot help it. I hunger for her like a starved man.

“I said—Is this what you wanted?” I ask again, harsher.

“Yes. Yes!! I wanted you! I wanted your cock inside me! Yes!”

I lift her skirt and peel down her panties. Her pussy is beyond wet, and it’s glistening for me.

“Shhh… Don’t be loud. I know you want it, but you can’t be this loud, Rose. Anyone could hear us in the corridor.”

“Yes, professor.”

I bunch her panties in my hand and, as she turns to look at me, I insert them softly into her mouth. The sight is incredible. She is so insanely beautiful, completely surrendered to me. Her pussy and her ass are bare, and she is bent over the lectern in the classroom. Her tiny, red underwear is stuffed in her mouth, and she has a little trickle of saliva at the corner of her lips.

“Oh, my God…” I groan as my fingers are brushing her clit, slick and swollen. “How are you even real?”

She moans, her hips are arching, and I free my cock, which is hard and throbbing. The teacher-student fantasy is fueling my desire.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you, Rose,” I demand, and I tease her entrance with my tip.

Her hands grip the lectern as she tries to prepare herself for my cock. I reach over and take the panties out of her mouth for a moment, and I allow her to speak.

“I want you to fuck me, Professor. Right here, in the classroom. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like I’m your biggest fantasy, your student who surrendered.”

I thrust into her, slowly at first. Her pussy is tight and warm, and it’s clenching around me.

“You are my fantasy come to life,” I tell her as I pump deeper.

Her moans are stifled by the lacy underwear in her mouth, but her pussy is soaking my cock. I fuck her harder, the lectern creaking under us. Her nipples, free from the shirt, rub against its surface. The sensation is causing her to shiver in pleasure.

I continue to fuck her deeply, allowing my cock to disappear inside her. I’m lost in this mad fantasy. But perhaps I don’t care. I circle the opening of her ass with my thumb, relishing how tight it is. She has never done that before, I know it, and it drives me wild.

“I have another fantasy, Rose,” I tell her as I keep pumping inside her.

“Mmm… hhmm…” she moans. But the panties are stopping her from speaking.

“I want to fuck your ass. I want to teach your ass the shape of my cock. I want your ass to study the length of my cock and write homework with my cum.”

She trembles as her orgasm is building. Instead of speaking, she rubs her nipples frantically on the surface of the desk, teasing them. Then she pushes herself backward, her pussy swallowing the whole of my cock.

“Cum for me,” I urge, and I slam my cock into her. This forbidden dynamic—professor and student— is pushing me to the edge.

She shatters, her pussy is pulsing, and her climax is drenching me. I follow. My release is spilling inside her, and my groans are mingling with hers. I pull out, my cock is slick, andturn her to face me. She spits out the panties in my hand, a perfect, intimate souvenir. I kiss her deeply. Our tongues tangle, and her taste—sweet, addictive—floods me.

“When is our next lesson, Professor?” she asks, hungry for more.

I have created a monster. But I love it.

Chapter 13