My favorite male teacher

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I know this teacher because he's been coming to the shop where I work for the past few months, and every time I see him, my heart races. Maybe it's his deep, sexy eyes, maybe it's his handsome smile, or maybe it's the way he calls my name—whatever the reason, he makes me swoon.

He's a math teacher, but he has the physique of a PE teacher. For the past few weeks, he's been coming over after evening self-study to chat with me. Every time his car pulls up and stops, I try to suppress my excitement. Recently, one evening, he came to the shop, went behind the counter, and sat next to me to chat. Somehow, the conversation turned to sex. He asked me what I liked to do, what I'd done before, and then he asked if there were any new things I'd like to try. I felt my face getting hotter and hotter, and I kept wiping the sweat from my palms onto my jeans.

I whispered, "There are some things I can't tell you." I really couldn't tell him how much I wanted to do it with him in his car.

He said, "Don't even try," giving me a smile that blew me away.

I shook my head, refusing.

He seemed to like my answer, and just then, he received a phone call. As he drove out of the parking lot, I quickly locked the front door of the shop. Now that my fantasy was about to come true, I was at a loss, my mind racing with desire, unable to calm down.

I rushed to the shop's bathroom, pulling my jeans and underwear up to my knees, and placed my hand on my genitals. It was already slippery there, and as I masturbated, I started to fantasize...

In the room behind the shop, my neck started to sting. I knew someone was watching. I turned around and saw my teacher-lover standing by the door.

He asked, "Busy?"

I replied, "Not really." My heart was pounding in my chest. He took a step closer to me, and now we were standing chest to chest.

Gathering my courage, my fingertips traced the edge of his nipple, then I reached out and lightly touched his cheek. He lowered his head and kissed me. His kiss was passionate, exciting me. Responding to his passion, I pressed my body tightly against his, wanting him to take it to the next level as soon as possible. I wrapped my arms around his waist, my thighs pressed tightly against his. The handcuffs on his waist felt cold to the touch.

His penis gradually hardened, and my hand slid down his inner thigh, finally grasping it. His hands caressed my breasts, teasing my erect nipples. My panties were already soaked with arousal fluid, and pleasure gradually rose. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect penis. His penis was perfectly hard and smooth to the touch. After a few strokes, when he secreted a clear fluid, he pulled my skirt up to my waist and down my panties.

He whispered, "Turn around." I turned and leaned against the shelf, his large hand gripping my buttocks. I felt his penis slide between my legs, and suddenly, he only inserted the glans, then withdrew. Then he inserted a little more, withdrew briefly a few times, and then withdrew again.

I whispered, "Ah, please." When he was fully inside me, I let out a sigh of pleasure. As his hand simultaneously teased my clitoris, the pleasure surged rapidly. He continued thrusting while his other hand caressed my breasts. After a rapid, intense tremor of excitement, I succumbed to a powerful orgasm.

A moment later, I came to my senses and turned to face him. I kicked over a milk crate to sit on, placed my hands on his hips, and pulled him closer, my juices glistening on his penis. I teased it with my tongue, and it throbbed a few times. Watching his breathing, I licked and sucked his penis from top to bottom. Next, I switched from my tongue to my hands, steadily stroking it while licking, kissing, and curling my tongue around his glans. Then, I immediately began to suck rapidly, his glans growing larger, and my hand movements and sucking became even faster.

He gasped, "I'm about to cum."

I gripped him tightly, pulling and stroking, squeezing his glans with my tongue. I opened my mouth slightly so he could see his hot, forceful semen flowing down my throat.

As I contemplated swallowing his semen, my legs buckled from orgasm, causing me to slip and slide onto the bathroom floor. My hands were covered in his fluids, and my reverie faded.

With a satisfied smile, I washed my hands and continued working.

[The End]

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