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Teacher: the object of a young man’s fantasies.

His teacher probably has control of the majority of his day and can administer correction as she sees fit. She certainly looks so dayum hot in that pencil skirt and silky looking blouse. He’s also spent many an hour imagining which Victoria’s Secret lingerie she’s wearing underneath. Are those stockings or pantyhose? What if she forgot to wear her panties today? Is her bra silky or lacy and does it hook in the front or the back? As a result of his fantasies being so involved, he often has to drop a pencil on the floor. Then he can surreptitiously make an adjustment to his hard-on while picking up the pencil.

He is so deep in his sizzling scenario today that he misses her calling on him. Twice. When he finally realizes that everyone is looking at him, his heart sinks and his pole withers — for once. She tells him to stay after class, and he feels a sense of shame accompanied by a trickle of hope. It’s his last class of the day, maybe if he misses the bus, she’ll give him a ride home. Sitting next to her hotness for that twenty-minute ride would be worth the scolding.

Sometimes things don’t go exactly as expected.

Teacher

The bell rings, the class departs, while he remains seated. She walks to the door and locks it, then strolls back to him. Her sultry voice states, “You seem to have problems concentrating. I want to tutor you in some techniques I’ve found that will help with this problem.” His eyes widen as she begins to unzip her skirt and step out of it. Next she removes her blouse, however, he hardly notices. He’s too engrossed staring at pink pastel panties and pink garters holding up her lace-topped black stockings. Next, she drops her outer clothing on the desk in front of his. He looks up and sees her tantalizing tits cosseted in a pink lacy bra matching her panties. His tool, already engorged, starts to throb. She approaches him, uses her finger to lift his chin, his eyes reluctantly switching from her tits to her face.

She gazes into his eyes, saying, “Do I have your full attention?” He swallows hard, trying to speak, but gives that up and nods his head. “Good boy,” she smiles and drags her finger down his chest to his belt. Deftly, she unbuckles it with one hand and starts sliding down his zipper with the other. Her perfume, filling his nose, is musky and sexy and almost overpowering, just like her. She next slides a hand inside his waistband and pulls him to his feet. A quick gesture with her other hand opens the button above his fly, and his pants drop. His hard missile escapes his underwear opening like a heat-seeker, pointing to the hottest thing in the room. He’s too inexperienced to know what the grin on her face and the twinkle in her eye mean for his immediate future.

Wouldn’t this take you back to your horny teenage years, when your gonads were always going rigid?

I’d love to be your sexy teacher and also seduce you right in that classroom. To see one way we might continue, read the rest of the story here. If you’re done reading and would rather call, set up a hot session with me now!

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