I twirled my long, caramel coloured hair in my fingers as I gazed at Mr Jones, my A-level maths teacher. For the last month of his lessons I had had done nothing but fantasize about him. My innocent crush of the last few years had turned into a strong desire to be with this man. I wanted to feel his arms around me, to feel his lips crushing against mine, and more than anything I wanted him to fuck me.
Sex never was a subject I had thought much about. That was until my 18th birthday last month when I lost my virginity. I spent my birthday at a club with a couple close friends from college and ended up meeting up with some guys from our college. There was one guy, Luke, that I knew had a crush on me. He was always looking at my tits or ass and although I never saw him in a 'boyfriend' way, he was very attractive and I decided that I wanted to lose my virginity to him that night. I went back to his and we had some, well, mediocre sex. He just didn't do it for me, he didn't focus on my pleasure at all and it was over in only a few minutes. I didn't even orgasm. Why would this make crave sex you wonder? Well I just felt the potential, and needed a real man with experience to show me how great it could be.
Mr Jones seemed so perfect to me. He was tall with a muscular body, he had dark hair and deep, intense brown eyes. He was one of the younger teachers in our college, probably in his early thirties. But despite being young he had so much wisdom, he was a great teacher with the perfect balance between being stern and having a joke. He treated us like adults, and I liked that.
I would masturbate while thinking about him every day that I saw him. I would strip slowly in front of the mirror, inspecting my petite body, wondering what he'd think of it. I'd wonder if he'd like my perk, B cup tits, my shaved little pussy and my bouncy ass cheeks. I'd make up scenarios in my head while I spread my little pussy lips and rubbed my clit with one finger and with the other hand would slowly push a finger or two in and out of my tight hole. Sometime I'd imagine him punishing me by spanking me then roughly fucking me from behind while I was bent over his desk. Sometimes I'd imagine sucking his cock while he sat in his desk chair, moaning from the pleasure I was giving him. But no matter what scenario I came up with, thinking of Mr Jones ALWAYS made me cum.
"Yes Mr Jones, don't stop!" I'd moan as my juices streamed down my hand and my body erupted in orgasm.
I loved making myself cum, but I longed for my teacher to pleasure me in any way possible.
"Cassey, did you get that?" Suddenly I was snapped out of my daydream by Mr Jones's stern voice. His eyes were staring directly into mine. I gulped. Even this was enough to turn me on.
"Yes, Sir." I lied, crossing my legs as I felt my pussy tingle.
"Good." He said bluntly before continuing with the lesson. God, there was just something about this man that drove me crazy. No matter how hard I tried all I could think of was being with him, any time, any place. I just wanted him more than anything.
I continued to fantasize until the loud school bell abruptly interrupted my thoughts. Everyone started to pack away and leave the room. I packed my school work into my bag extra slowly, just so I could stay near Mr Jones for a little longer.
Once I was the only student left in the room Mr Jones slowly the door and shut it then sat back on the edge of his desk.
"Could I talk to you for a moment, Cassey?" He asked, while giving me that smouldering look I love so much. His question made me a little nervous.
"Of course, sir." I replied quietly, moving round to sit on a desk at the front to be closer to him.
"Your work seems to have gone downhill of the last few weeks, I'm a little worried about you. Your exams are only a couple of months away. Is there some kind of problem?" He asked.
Even just having this conversation with him made me want him. "Um, no I don't think there's a problem."
He looked down a smirked for a brief moment. "Well I think there is." He stated, "You seem distracted, and I've seen the way you watch me during lessons. Am I distracting you?"
Shit. He knows. What was I supposed to say to that? I gulped and looked down at the floor, desperately trying to think of a logical answer to his question that would not make me seem completely crazy. Clearly he noticed how uncomfortable his question made me feel and started to speak again before I could come up with an answer.
"Don't be nervous." He said quietly, "I like it, the way you look at me and think about me." He suddenly turned serious, "Tell me you want me."
His words shocked me. Was he seriously saying this? He likes that I think about him?! It took me a few seconds to pull my thoughts together before I finally said in a serious voice, "I want you, sir."
"Good. Tell me what you think about when you're staring at me." He said, staring right into my eyes. I was so surprised and nervous that I could hardly breathe.
"I think about..." I paused, "What it would be like to be with you. I think about you fucking me."
"And does that make you horny?" he asked, with a slight grin.
"Yes, sir." I replied. Even this conversation was turning me on like crazy. I knew this wasn't right, since I'm his student but I just wanted it so bad. I couldn't even believe this conversation was happening.
He got off the desk he was sat on and slowly walked towards me, still looking deep into my eyes. He stood directly in front of me while I sat on the desk. I slightly opened my legs and he instinctively moved in between them so he was stood as close to me as possible. Even the smell of his cologne made me want him, more than I thought possible. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second.
Still staring into my eyes, he slowly pushed my blazer down my arms until it was off. Then his eyes moved to my white school shirt. He moved his hands up to the top of my shirt and slowly undid all of the buttons until it was wide open and my white lace bra was revealed. He held my waist for a moment as he examined my body. His eyes moved back to meet mine as he moved his hands up my body until he gently placed them on the sides of my neck.
"You're amazing." He said quietly, then he suddenly moved towards me and gave me the best kiss of my life. His soft lips were sweet yet firm and passionate. The kiss caught me off guard but I responded eagerly, allowing him to explore my mouth with his tongue. I grabbed onto his tie so I could pull him even closer to me. That's when I first felt his hard cock press into my lace panties. Oh God it felt so big! His cock pressed against my clit through the fabric and already made me feel a million times better than any of the times I had touched myself. His kiss became firmer and I could tell he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
I loosened his tie and broke the kiss for a quick moment while I removed it over his head. I unbuttoned his shirt and let my hands explore his toned body as we continued to passionately kiss. He slowly allowed his hand to drop from my neck and run down the front of my body down to my thighs. He slightly pushed up my skirt and put his hands on my bare thighs, very close to my pussy. His hands moved back up my body and he cupped my breasts with both hands, sending shivers down my spine.
Mr Jones moved his hands around to my back and expertly unclasped my bra, exposing my perk tits and hard nipples. He began to slowly kiss down my neck, paying attention to every inch of skin. I felt so good as he placed a mixture a gentile and hard kisses down my neck, onto my collar bone and down my left breast.
"Wow that feels so good!" I gasped as he took my left nipple into his mouth. He flicked his tongue across my nipple and gently nibbled is as he pinched the other one. I ran my hands through his hair as he switched sides. It felt amazing, but I needed more.
I leant back on the desk using one hand to keep myself balanced. I kicked off my shoes and I opened my legs widely, then using the other hand I put it on top of his and moved it down from my nipple, slowly towards my pussy. I began to guide his hand around my lace covered pussy, rubbing gently in circles. I moaned as his fingers grazed my clit.
