Finally, I’m standing in front of him, and he brings his lips to mine and everything inside of me melts. My clit feels swollen, my nipples threaten to rip through my shirt. I haven’t been able to keep a pair of panties dry since I’ve met Leo.
Our tongues slide against each other, our breath becoming one. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me as tight as he can as if he were afraid I would float away if he let go. And that’s how it feels. I could float away right now. Everything is light and airy, and wonderful.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says when we part. He rubs his thumb against my cheek, studying my face before his eyes come back to mine. “I want you. Tell me you want me too.”
“I want you,” I say, breathless.
“Show me how bad you want me.”
I unbutton my shorts and let them slide to the ground. I step out of them. Then I pull my tee shirt over my head and toss it aside to my shorts. I stand there, in my bra and panties, and look him straight in the yes. He watched intently as each article of clothing came off, yet he doesn’t move. Doesn’t reach out to touch me.
“The rest,” he says.
I hesitate. I know it’s incredibly ridiculous. I’m standing in this large lecture hall, in just my bra and panties. Is there really a difference whether I’m completely naked? I mean, how much worse could it really look if someone walked in now while I was in just my bra and panties? So I slide off my panties, unhook my bra, and toss those aside too. As I’m standing here, completely naked, I lift my foot onto his chair. Being in this gigantic, empty room, makes me feel even more naked and vulnerable than I already am. But it’s exciting too. There is nothing left to the imagination. I’m exposed. I’m his for the taking. He’s looking at me like a wild animal would look at its prey. Like he wants to devour me.
I grab his hand, bringing it between my legs. Guiding his fingers through my wet folds. Leading his finger inside me. It slips in so easily; I’m already so wet.
“Is this enough proof of how much I want you?” I whisper.
He growls and the hungry look in his eyes grows even more predatory. With little effort he lifts me onto the desk and lays me back. He spreads my legs and throws them over his shoulders. I hear his zipper just before his hard cock eases into me, stretching me so deliciously and fully I stop breathing for beat.
I groan at the sudden intrusion. He goes in deep and hard. Each time he hits me so deep, I cry out. It’s not painful really, only a little uncomfortable until my body adjusts, and then I’m hurtling toward my orgasm suddenly. His hands are squeezing my thighs, gripping so hard I expect I’ll have bruises later from his fingertips. His hard, fast thrusts cause me to squirt a little, which seems to put him in a frenzy. I’ve never had that happen before. I’ve heard of it happening, but I always thought it was a myth or a trick they use in porn. I’ve heard boys in school talk about it, like it’s some kind of unicorn they could never catch. But it’s not a myth and it happens over and over again until the desk and my thighs are completely soaked beneath me.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he says and begins to pound me even harder. He pinches and pulls at my clit, stroking it. I scream as I finally come, clenching my thighs tightly around his hips, stopping him for a few seconds from moving at all.
When my thighs unclench, he fucks me harder, and I can tell from the look on his face, from his gritted teeth, that he’s very close to coming, too. He grunts, and just before I think he’s about to come, there are voices outside the door.
“Shit!” I say.
He pulls out and I scramble to gather my clothes into a ball. There’s no time to get dressed or leave the room. There’s nowhere for me to hide! Terror rips through me as I scramble for a place to hide.
“Under the desk.” Leo sounds far more calm than I feel.
I hurry and climb under the desk. He sits in his chair, his cock still outside of his pants. There’s not much room under here. My heart slams against my chest as I hear the chatter of students filing into the classroom.
Shit, shit, shit. I’m going to get caught. This is going to ruin me. It’s one thing for a rumor to spread, but to be caught naked in the act? This is so humiliating. Not only that, but the desk is a slippery mess from my pussy and our fucking. I could see it glistening in the overhead lights. There’s so much of it that it looks as though he’s spilt a cup of water on it.
I close my eyes and scrub my hands across my face. How could I have been so careless and stupid? There’s something about Leo that makes me let my guard down to the point where I allow myself to make the dumbest decisions of my life. I’m so disappointed in myself. I may even need to transfer schools.
But there’s no way I can leave now. I’m stuck under this desk for the next hour. Even if I weren’t naked, and there was enough room under this desk to get my clothes back on, how could I explain being under this desk in the first place?
Leo’s dick softens as he welcomes his students to class. He sounds calm and collected as he begins his lecture sitting down. I listen to the calmness in his voice and try to let it guide my own emotions. If he’s calm, I can be too. I keep telling myself, over and over again, that everything is going to be fine.
Sitting down at his desk is not Leo’s style. He’s one of those teachers who paces the floor, making sure all of his students can hear him, but he’s stuck just as much as I am. If anyone notices the difference in his teaching methods, they don’t say anything.
As time passes and my paranoia dies down, I find myself staring at the limp cock in front of my face, still snaked out of the zipper of his pants. Even limp, the thing is massive. As far as cocks go, it’s gorgeous. I’m not a stranger to cocks. I may not have had many sexual experiences, but I do enjoy porn. It has gotten me through many a lonely night. I’ve never enjoyed the Hollywood production type with the girls who mechanically go through the motions, no smiling, no enjoyment. I always preferred the homemade stuff with couples who are obviously turned on and enjoying themselves. The production quality isn’t as good, but it feels authentic. Leo’s cock could easily be in one of the professional porn productions. It’s just as big and perfect as any porn star’s, but his moves aren’t predictable or robotic like them. Sex with Leo is other-worldly.
Remembering being sprawled out on his desk with my legs over his shoulders, squirting as he fucked me hard, it has me turned on again despite the compromising position we’re in. It seems crazy, especially for someone like me who is so focused on always remaining professional and keeping my reputation intact, but the close call has me so turned on right now.
I tentatively run my hands over Leo’s legs and feel him stir, just a bit. I touch his soft cock and it immediately begins to swell. I run my finger up and down his length, watching with growing interest as he gets harder, as the crown darkens and the veins at the side become more visible. He spreads his legs a little wider under the desk, and I drag my finger nails up and down his thighs, scratching hard so he feels me under his pants.
I can’t say what comes over me, but I lick the tip, just once, and I hear Leo cough in the middle of speaking to his class. I do it again, and Leo slides his hips a little further down in his desk chair. It’s an invitation, for sure. I put my mouth around it, popping the tip in and out of my mouth, licking the head like the most delicious lollipop. I use my hand to pump his shaft, a steel rod covered in skin as soft as cashmere. I swirl my tongue around the engorged head. The tip leaks. His cock twitches and moves, growing even harder until it’s pointed up at his bellybutton. I take more of him into my mouth, feeling him grow harder every time he passes over my tongue. I love his taste and scent, and under this desk, in this dark and confined space, I’m surrounded by it. It’s like a sensory deprivation chamber and the only stimuli I have his cock. And I can’t get enough of it. I can taste the sweetness of my pussy still on his cock.
I love the feeling of his cock sliding over my tongue. I love the smell and the taste of it. As I bob my head up and down his shaft, he becomes fully erect and can no longer fit down my throat. He’s far, far too big for that. Though I try to take all of him in my mouth, I can’t help but choke.
His voice wavers a bit as I continue to suck him. He chuckles and tells the class, “Sorry, I forgot what I was saying for a moment.” He finishes talking and tells them to take this time to work on the project he assigned them. And that’s when I go hard, stroking him fast, sucking him off, deep-throating him like some kind of porn star. His hands go beneath the desk, forcing my head down and making me to go deeper. I relax my throat and manage to swallow most of him, trying not to gag on his huge dick.