'Mmm, yeah right there..' She moaned in the dark. 'Oh, Mister Cane..' the series of images flashing through her mind would have gotten her a jail sentence in Catholic school terms. Her fantasy was the same every night, as she rubbed herself to climax. Her English teacher Adam Cane was a thirty-something brunette, and the sexiest man she had laid eyes on, in her opinion. He was married with no kids and very professional.
It was his lack of interest in Sofia that made her so wet. She imagined him struggling to stop her from kissing and touching him, but her ultimate success was her favourite part, he would roll his head back in undeniable pleasure and she would get her reward. The 18 year old senior had gone through a thousand scenarios, trying to pick the one that would have the highest possibility of success, and in the last week of school she desperately concocted a plan that might work.
Sofia decided in the morning, after her shower, to forgo underwear, if her plan worked they would only get in the way. She smiled at her lightly make-upped face and looked down to notice the cold had stiffened her nipples underneath her thin white blouse.
Sofia was not a slut by any means, since she became aware of her sexuality she had kept it well hidden from most of the world, masturbating in secret, never talking to any of her friends about her desires and keeping up a straight-A goodie-good façade. The fact that she wanted nothing more than to have her teacher inside her, balls deep was simply a guilty pleasure saved for night time. She had lost her virginity to a friend of her father's, which Sofia gradually pretended never happened as the relationship would never go anywhere and he never excited her.. Not the way Mr. Cane did.
She threw on her school cardigan and headed for the bus stop, trying to replay in her head what she would say and do once she saw him in last period. The day dragged on and finally lunch time came, Sofia was nervous and thought of backing out at the last minute, but upon seeing the man himself as she walked through the English room door, she knew she needed him badly. Her heart raced when he looked at her unassumingly, the usual feelings stirred under her skirt, heightened by the air cooling her moist pussy lips.
She smiled at Mr. Cane and sat in her usual seat at the front of the class, taking off her cardigan as she went. Her heart melted as she heard his voice pipe up and the class quieted.
'Afternoon class, today we're doing creative writing. Has to be at least five hundred words and finished in half an hour.' The class groaned collectively but he silenced them all with a sharp look that sent warmth up Sofia's thighs.
Then it dawned on her. Screw trying to surprise him into a situation, she had a much better idea. As he handed her the paper, she avoided her usual eye contact and quickly retrieved a pen from her bag, and commenced enthusiastically writing.
When it was time to hand in the exercise Sofia was pink cheeked and a wet patch had formed on her skirt, she had never been so exhilarated in her life. She had finished first but handed hers in last so it would be the first he read.
'Silent reading for the rest of class, guys.' He announced to the room. Silent reading meant quiet murmuring while occasionally glancing at the assigned book, but Sofia barely retrieved the book from her bag. She was staring intently at her teacher, noticing every expression and reaction to her writing. At first he frowned and turned red, then shifted in his seat. He wiped his forehead and she was sure he glanced at her. He scratched the back of his head, ruffling his gorgeous chestnut mane and she decided to read some of her book before he finished.
Mr. Cane was a lonely man, he suspected his wife was having several affairs, and when she was home she drank herself to sleep. He had few friends and no children, his only company were his students and co-workers. He knew women found him attractive, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd had sex, but he was a sentimental man, and would not cheat on his wife unless someone special came to his attention. He had always vowed that his students were off limits.
He didn't say anything after reading Sofia's paper and she sat for the rest of the half hour glancing at him reading the other papers. She felt defeated but knew that if he didn't want her, then she'd just have to accept it. She immediately became ashamed of herself. She hadn't thought about if he really wasn't interested, if a tight little school girl was the furthest from his desires, and now that that was clearly true, she wished she'd never bothered at all.
The bell sounded for the end of the day and everyone packed their bags, not leaving their seats until Mr. Cane told them to.
'Alright everyone, you can go.' He remained seated, which was the only thing unusual, 'Miss Phillips, can you stay behind, please.' He said in an even tone. She stopped herself from whipping her head up excitedly and nodded casually while packing her things, waiting for the rest of the class to depart and shut the door before standing up.
She stood and made her way to his desk. His face was slightly pink, but other than that he showed no signs that anything was amiss. The thought crossed to sit on the edge of his desk, but she wasn't sure if he was about to tell her off or bury his face into her sopping cunt, so she decided against it.
'Grab a seat, Miss Phillips,' He said flatly. She moved and dragged the nearest seat over to his desk and sat. She twiddled her fingers and waited for the probable lecture she was about to receive, until she noticed the huge bulging in his pants.
He was holding her paper and she noticed he was shaking a little, Sofia now felt a strange calm wash over her. She sat back in her chair and pushed her chest out slightly, her nipples almost visible through the thin white material.
'Is there something wrong Mr. Cane?' She asked innocently. Her hands found the hem of her skirt and she caressed herself upward, bringing her skirt to halfway up her thigh, yet another punishable offense in the school's opinion.
'I want you to read this to me, and tell me if you think there's something wrong.' He said sternly, and handed her the paper she had written for him.
'Sure thing.' She smirked and took the paper, carefully slinking her finger over his, making him flinch.
'A girl sleeps in her bed at night, dreaming of one thing. Before she sleeps she touches herself in ways she knows is wrong. The thought that accompanies her sin is worse. Every day she sees the man she desires, so close but out of reach. But what really keeps them apart? Does he truly not want her, or could she have her way if it weren't for the unfortunate circumstance they found themselves in? What really are a few rules and regulations if the authority never knows about one little indiscretion? I do not want to ruin your marriage. I do not want to jeopardize your career. I won't blackmail you. You won't see me again after this week. All I want, Mr. Cane, is you. For however long you will give me. I'm yours. My body, my lust, everything I have is yours for that time. If you truly feel no reaction to these words, simply discard this paper, grade me accordingly and we'll both pretend it never happened. If you feel something stirring inside you that you haven't felt in a long time then follow the same directions from above only exchange 'grade' for 'fuck'. I'm not here to compromise your integrity, I don't have a hidden agenda, I'm just a schoolgirl with a fantasy whose body aches to be satisfied. The ball is in your court now, Mr. Cane. Don't disappoint yourself.'
Sofia finished reading and noticed the bulge in his pants had descended his leg. He's a monster, she thought to herself excitedly. She looked up to his face and saw he was sweating, she decided to break the tension,
'I know... It's under half the words you wanted. Sorry.' Her little joke went over Mr. Cane's head. She could see he was frowning, deep in thought, possibly waging internal war. But what intrigued her most was his body, he had a huge erection, his face was pink and sweaty already; the paper had affected him severely.
'I don't think you quite understand the consequences of a letter like this, Miss. Phillips. You cannot simply do these things and hope that the world will allow pardon.' He looked furious, and a mix of sudden emotions rushed through Sofia. 'I am a married man, you clearly have not been told 'no' before so let me make this very clear-'
Before Sofia knew what she was doing she was on his side of the desk muffling him with her lips, straddling him and grinding her hips back and forth on the hardon beneath his pants. He smelled like musky after shave and tasted peppery. There she was, all over her English teacher, in the room he taught in. She lost herself in the motion of his lips, kissing him deeply and moving with him like liquid, until he abruptly ripped their lips away from each other and pushed her back, holding her arms.
'No!' He was out of breath and his cock as stiff as ever, but he still fought, 'this is wrong, I can't do it, you need to leave..' He wouldn't look her in the eyes, but that didn't matter to Sofia, she wasn't giving up.
'But then what am I going to do with all this?' She left off his lap and sat in front of him on the edge of his desk, lifting her school skirt, spreading her petite legs and exposing her fresh little pussy, practically dripping with her own moisture, to him. She lightly traced her pussy lips with her middle finger, spreading the nectar around, displaying how drenched she was. She moved her finger between her lips and around her clit so lightly it would have tickled if she wasn't so harshly aroused.
He let a moan escape his lips; his eyes couldn't depart from the sight of her touching herself. His wife's pussy was never clean shaven as far as he knew, but this girl's pink rose had not a trace of hair on it. It was smooth and flawless, his cock pulsed against his trousers.
'I guess it's just going to go to waste...' She said sadly and lifted her wet finger to her mouth, sensually licking and sucking her own juices off. Mr. Cane hung his head for a moment, seemingly defeated but not moving.
'You must hate me. I'm going to be homeless..' He held his head with his hands despairingly. She moved her foot to his bulging crotch and massaged the hunky area.
'You're not going to lose your job.' She said gently.
'You're just a girl, you don't know what you're capable or not capable of.'
'I know what I want, Mr. Cane. I want this and that's all.' Her foot stroked the length of his hidden cock, 'no more, no less. It's up to you.'
Her foot left his crotch and she continued to stroke her own, building a rhythm against her clit hood, heating her insides and causing her wetness to saturate the desk beneath her. She looked at him curiously while doing this, wondering what he was thinking.
'Fuck it.' He said quietly and leapt up from his chair, before Sofia could register what he was doing he kneeled before her took each thigh in his hands and spread them open further. She gasped with fright and her hand shot away from her hot cunt, her pussy cooled for a moment before Mr. Cane's tongue enveloped it, sliding back and forth against her clit, probing her tight little hole and his lips suckling at hers.
