She, the new student, was late again. I hate having my authority ignored. It wasn’t like the others ignored me too, though. There were also students who with interest listened to every word I said.
She always sat in the front row and watched me with a cold expression on her face or simply drew erotic cartoons of me in her notebook. This student answered the questions briefly and never asked anything herself. Always arrived late and never stayed longer.
***
She entered the office without knocking. I waited. I was waiting for a student who had secretly provoked me for half a year and had finally reached the limit. I couldn’t complain about her other work – everything was done on time and quite well. But the last one knocked me off my feet. She wrote an essay to express her contempt for me.
I had to admit that the text was really literary strong, suggestive and shocking, but inappropriate. I panicked as soon as I started reading. The only relief was that this student had written the essay during the lecture, so no one else could have seen it. I read and marveled at how accurately she described my gestures, captured glances, and how calibrated she was trying to guess my emotions.
She wrote about me as a quiet man who dreams about young girls. I won’t even dare to argue about what was real here and what was fiction. Halfway through the essay, my body tensed, and as her disgust grew, so did my erection.
When she came in, my body reacted the same way, so I wasn’t even going to get up from the table. She closed the door and sat down in her favorite spot, casually dropping her backpack on the nearest chair. I was silent, arms crossed over my chest. Without saying anything, she started peeling the banana she had brought with her. We looked at each other and remained silent until she began to lick it demonstratively. Without looking away, but only looking intently and smiling. My thing was getting harder by the minute. Her tongue traveled over the banana the way penises are satisfied in the most shameless porn tapes.
In the quiet room, I heard not only the sound of her mouth and saliva, but also my own rapid breathing. I panicked. I got up and locked the door from the inside. It calmed down a bit, but she only got more excited. She spread her legs and started stroking her crotch through her panties. I went back to my desk and leaned against it. We were separated by less than two meters. The erection in my pants was already more than obvious.
The student propped one leg up on the chair and pulled her panties to the side, still licking and sucking the banana. I could see her little pink vagina, I could see the glittering wetness between them. I could even smell it and it made me dizzy. She put her fingers deep, deep inside of her, and I innocently stroked my cock that was stuck in my pants. She was enjoying my pain, there’s no other way to say it.
***
“Take off your clothes!” I said in a loud, stern tone and received no resistance. She placed the fruit on the table and, with still eyes looked into my eyes, and began to unbutton her shirt. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my blood soaked thing. She licked her lips and I dared to touch myself. I slowly caressed my penis while the student slowly undressed. On her own initiative, she stood next to her desk and placed her shirt on the chair. Her skirt slowly slipped over her long legs. That calmness, composure… if it weren’t for the blush on her cheeks, I’d say she doesn’t feel anything.
“All of it!” I said, maybe not so commandingly anymore, but she quickly obeyed. After a moment, the bra and panties were also lying on the chair. In front of me stood a naked young girl who gave me such a look that I still felt humiliated. Her hair reached her shoulders. Pink lips, pale skin, dark nipples and a narrow, dark line of hair between the long legs. A seemingly innocent creature, but somehow devilish.
I thought how to vent my anger. I wanted to put my cock in her mouth but I was afraid she would bite.
I ordered her to lean against the table next to me. She bent over, spreading her chubby bottom, and my cock twitched in pleasure.
***
As I got closer, I could smell her body odor even more strongly. I wanted to caress her, kiss her, lick her… I ran my hand over her buttock, slapped it hard. She gasped piteously. “Count!” I said, putting all my fury into my voice. “One,” she breathed out softly. This was followed by another spank. “Two,” she gasped even more miserably. And again. Spank. “Three,” I could feel her trying to control herself, biting her lip to keep from crying. The next spank followed. “Four,” she breathed out hurriedly. Spank. “Five,” it sounded a little softer. Spank. “Six,” I couldn’t see her face, but I suspected she was crying.
I caressed the pink burning palm print on her white skin and my fingers wandered to her pussy. I was mesmerized by the silky smoothness of her skin. Tingles flashed through my body.
I had to use my free hand to wipe the sperm that was on the tip of my cock. That drop of moisture just tempted to enter her virgina. I had to stop myself. Another juicy spank to her chubby bottom. “Seven,” the student panted. I was angry because I wanted her. Spank. “Eight,” she said again with tears in her eyes and I wanted to stroke her again. No. Spank. “Nine,” she panted from this really hard hit. I felt no regret.
I thought I wouldn’t last much longer. I took my penis in my hand, which was hot from the spanking, and relaxed. A few moments later, as the head of my penis hit her red ass, I reached ecstasy. She stood still, but I felt her thighs squeeze together rhythmically – apparently I wasn’t the only one who liked it.
***
Taking her panties, I wiped the cum from her bottom in them and placed them on the table next to her face. I wanted her to memorize my scent. I was a little scared when I saw the tears on her cheeks, but after a moment she stood up and looked at me again with the same ignorant expression. A red face, compromised, tarnished, but still unbreakable. “That’s all?” she asked in a trembling voice. “That’s all. Nine,” I said, buttoning my pants and not looking at her anymore, “There will be no ten, due to content. You understand, don’t you?” I opened the window and breathed in the fresh air.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw her getting dressed but leaving her panties on the table. I didn’t say anything. Taking a loud, deep breath, she said goodbye in a pitiful voice. I replied with the same. I heard how she unlocks, opens and closes the door. I sighed. My thing was still erected and the smell of sex in the air made my blood boil. I felt alive and strong. And a little distracted. I packed my things to go home.
Next to the panties, I noticed a piece of paper torn from a notebook with one of those drawings of my big, sinewy cock almost as long as my legs. Beneath there was a phone number and the words: “Just what I expected.” My blood was boiling. I put the note in my briefcase, unbuttoned my pants and sat down. That girl was playing with me, making me think I could control everything. Oh… I felt insulted again, but the rage within me pulsed with great passion.
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