Hot For Teacher

[RawDog33]

Tommy O’Brien always looked forward to his last class of the day. It was Creative Writing with Miss Castro. He was a bit of a bookworm, and had dreams of making it as a writer someday, so this particular senior-year elective was a no-brainer for him. As the school year was coming to a close, the class was pretty well focused on their final projects, a 5000 word short story of their own design.

Tommy loved to write, and his story was nearly finished. He couldn’t wait to show Miss Castro his most recent draft and get her feedback. He was quite smitten with the voluptuous latina instructor, after all, but so were half the guys in school! She was gorgeous, to say the least, and he’d spent many nights fantasizing about her.

Not that anything would ever happen, of course...

 

[GoodatBad]

Selina Castro loved having the chance to encourage the artistic growth of the students in her Creative Writing class. It wasn’t always an easy endeavor, but the rewards of teaching far outweighed any difficulties she encountered once she was able to nurture a fledgling talent to maturity. Every now and then, in her archive of largely decent stories, she discovered a diamond in the rough. Tommy O’Brien was a student capable of producing such a story. His work was enjoyable, complex, and typically unpredictable; she often found herself immersed in his pages while in bed, dissatisfied that there weren’t more to read.

Perched at the front of her desk, Selina smiled as she surveyed her students hard at work on their assignment. Long, dark hair framed her pretty face as she scanned the room for any signs that someone might need help. When she spotted Tommy, her gaze lingered on the young man and she crossed her shapely legs, curious how his work was developing.

 

[RawDog33]

Tommy sat there in his desk, pen in hand, poring over the printed pages of his story, searching for any grammatical errors, wondering if certain sentences could be reworded to be more succinct, digging for better adjectives. Generally, he was happy with this particular tale.

He glanced up, and saw Miss Castro’s eyes on him. For a moment, they locked. Tommy’s heart thumped hard in his chest. He gulped. His eyes strayed up and down her sexy, curvy figure, in spite of her modest attire. He blinked. Did she just see him check her out? His face flushed red. Oh shit oh shit oh shit...

 

[GoodatBad]

Selina curved her manicured fingertips around the ledge of her desk, gently kneading the glossy wood finish, her chest swelling beneath her blouse when Tommy looked up to meet her almond-hued eyes. She pressed her lips together tightly in an effort to stifle her grin from growing further. Teachers weren’t supposed to have favorites. But she did, and he was hers. Each class, Selina became more attracted to her pupil’s mind and as much as she tried to banish the feeling, the attraction was growing, morphing into something somewhat inappropriate. Pushing off the desk, Selina casually made her way down the center aisle of the classroom. Her black pumps clicked against the old tile as she approached Tommy’s desk. She couldn’t help herself; she had to see what he was writing.

Idling beside the talented young man, Selina leaned down to peek over his shoulder at his pages.

“How are you doing, Tommy?”

 

[RawDog33]

Tommy’s heart thumped even harder in his chest as Miss Castro got down from her perch on her desk and sauntered down the aisle. He did his best not to stare as her hips swayed side to side, but it was impossible not to steal a glance here and there.

Her words were hot in his ears. He gulped again. “Uhm, I’m good,” he replied. “Just, uh, doing some proofreading, that’s all. Do you, um, want to look it over and see if I missed anything?” he asked her, finally turning his head to look at her, their eyes locking once more.

He felt the blood rush to his loins as the soft, subtle scent of her perfume aroused his senses. She was intoxicating.

 

[GoodatBad]

Selina wasn’t blind to the gawking looks she received from male students. While she didn’t go out of her way to appeal to the boys in the school, she couldn’t help but be flattered by their attention. She typically smiled to herself knowingly whenever she overheard the hormonally-charged young men boast of the fucking they’d give her if they had the chance. Of course she would never let on that she’d heard these things or that she would ever entertain such a thing with a student.

“Sure, I can look it over,” she smiled at Tommy when he invited her to take a look at his writing, eagerly reaching out to receive the sheets from him. "You know... I always look forward to reading your work," Ms. Castro admitted softly, presuming that her other students were too busy to notice what she'd said.

 

[RawDog33]

Tommy blushed at her words as she took the pages from him, and he couldn’t help but admire her form as she walked away back to her desk at the front of the classroom. He knew exactly what he’d be stroking off to later tonite, even as his dick grew stiff in his pants as he sat there admiring her shapely derrier.

He took a deep breath, anxious about what notes she might make on his manuscript. He looked down at his bare desk and realized he had nothing to work on in front of him. Not wanting to just sit there, he reached into his backpack and pulled out a notebook. This was a journal he had never shown anyone before, and always kept close. The words inside were for his eyes only, and many of them concerned his feelings for this particular teacher, the things he wanted to do to her, the ways she made him feel.

He started writing about the anxiety he felt as she read his work. He watched as she made notes on the sheets, wondering what they might be. Praise? Criticism?

He got lost in his writing, and he almost gasped when it was near the end of the period and Miss Castro had returned to him, standing over him, and was handing him back his story.

 

[GoodatBad]

Selina clasped the printed pages between her fingers, feeling quite privileged as if her cherished student had bestowed a gift upon her. She tried not to rush toward her desk, though she was keen on getting to read as quickly as possible. The room was quiet apart from the occasional tap of laptop keyboard keys as she reached the head of the class and returned to her seat. She sank back into her chair comfortably with her signature purple pen in hand and dove in at page one. She was thankful that no one disturbed her as she read; Tommy’s words were captivating as always. Every now and then, she would put the pages down on her desk and scribble a note while it was fresh in her mind. She would read for a few minutes, make a note, glance around the room then faithfully return to Tommy’s pages.

She was surprised by how quickly the period came to its end; she’d been too engrossed in her student’s work to pay attention to the time. When she finished with the pages, Selina returned to Tommy’s side to give them back. “I’ve made several notes for you, Tommy. I like what I’ve seen thus far... ” She tilted her head, interested when she spotted an unfamiliar book in his hands. "Have you written more in there? May I?"

 

[RawDog33]

Oh no, Tommy thought, as she handed his manuscript back to him and asked to see the notebook he was writing in. The bell rang suddenly, signaling the end of class, and all the other students got up and gathered their things. School was over for the day.

Tommy looked up at Miss Castro. “Uhm, sure,” he said, even though he knew he shouldn’t have. The things written in that notebook were quite personal. As soon as he did, he knew he was in trouble.

Within moments, the classroom was empty, save for Tommy and his favorite teacher. His heart pounded in his chest. He never should have pulled that notebook out in the first place. He couldn’t even look at the notes that she had left on his manuscript, he was so anxious. He hung his head in shame.

She was about to know far more about him than he ever meant to tell her...

 

[GoodatBad]

Selina gazed upon her star pupil expectantly even as the bell to end class sounded. As students hurried by to get to the classroom door, probably grateful that she hadn’t insisted on proofreading their work, she remained with Tommy. Selina grinned, delighted by the unexpected opportunity to read something new from the articulate boy. “Great,” she chirped, lifting the notebook from Tommy’s desk and eagerly cracking open the binding to turn fan through the pages.

“Wow. You’ve been busy, haven’t you?” she laughed softly, observing that the pages were filled with notes, often hugging both sides of the margins. Unsure how long it might take her to sink her teeth in, Selina pulled the nearest desk over to sit down. She opened to the first page and started her journey, the tip of her index finger pensively touching the seam of her plump lips as she read.

It wasn't long before she found her name amidst the prose followed by several repetitions thereafter. It seemed that Tommy was rather fond of writing about her...

 

[RawDog33]

Tommy’s heart raced as Miss Castro sat next to him, perusing his journal. He was desperate to escape, but he didn’t dare stand up from his desk right now. That desk was the only thing concealing his now-raging and obvious hard on from Miss Castro’s view.

He gulped as she turned the page, well aware of just how explicitly sexual his words were in the following pages. This was a mistake. He should just take it back from her right now, and run off with it, hard-on be damned.

He was going to be in so much trouble. What was she going to do? Would she inform his parents about how much of a pervert he was? Would he get a suspension for having such sexually explicit content in school?

“Miss Castro, I, uh, I really should get going...” he said quietly.

 

[GoodatBad]

With every line of text read in rapt silence, Selina could feel the tension between the pair of them thickening. There was a tangible sense that she should not be reading this stuff, that these were private thoughts that she was not meant to have knowledge of. Naturally, she didn’t want to put the notebook down. When Tommy spoke up, Selina held her finger up to signal that she just needed a moment to finish the page.

Her soft lips parted as she read down to the last punctuation mark, Selina exhaled, “Tommy... I feel as if I shouldn’t read any further.” She lowered the book, but didn’t close it. An indecent idea came to her then and against her better judgment, she offered the book back to Tommy. “Perhaps... you could read the next page to me instead?”

 

[RawDog33]

Tommy’s eyes went wide as he processed her rather naughty suggestion, and he blushed hard at the prospect of actually reading these words out loud to her. He gulped hard as he took the notebook back from her, looking down ashamed at the words before looking back up at her. He was about to protest again, but the stern look in her eye let him know it would be in vain.

He cleared his throat.

“He was nervous as hell all through that last class of the day. At the beginning of class, she had slipped him a note on his desk informing him that he was to come see her in her office after school to discuss his most recent paper. He didn’t know if he was in trouble or not. He was certain it had been some of his better work.”

He glanced over at her, not sure if he should continue. It seemed he had no choice.

“He tried to focus on his latest story, but the words were difficult to conjure up. He was distracted. Miss Castro was wearing an outfit that was a bit more revealing than her normal attire, a tight black pencil skirt with a high slit up the side, and a blouse that seemed a little too tight, the buttons straining a bit to contain her large breasts.”

He was blushing hard now.

“That last hour seemed to drag on forever. He found himself continually stealing glances at the gorgeous woman he desired but could never have. Finally, the bell rang. He was slower than the other students to get up and gather his things. He stopped by Miss Castro’s desk on his way out. ‘What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Miss Castro?’ he asked her.”

“She looked up at him with a curious glint in her eye. ‘Come see me in my office, young man,’ she told him, and he nodded before heading to his locker.”

Tommy took a deep breath before turning the page. He looked at Miss Castro again. “Is... is that enough, Miss Castro?” he asked her.

 

[GoodatBad]

This was unfamiliar territory for Selina and she suspected that also rang true for her student. She knew that she had to be cautious to preserve her professional reputation as much as was possible, but part of her didn’t want to play it so safe. Her mind was flooding with possibilities of what could be so seedy that Tommy was embarrassed to share it with her. It just had to be salacious; he was practically sweating under her gaze. He’d had the gall to write about her though, so she felt that gave her some sort of permission to push the issue. So she did.

She re-crossed her legs as she listened to her pupil begin to read, giving a slight nod of encouragement when he paused. At the mention of her breasts, Selina subconsciously folded her arms across her body. She said nothing, but took a deep breath as he continued describing the scene which felt much less like fiction and much more like a memory of recent events. She wondered how much artistic license Tommy exercised in the next few pages; she needed her curiosity to be satisfied even if Tommy was uneasy.

“Please continue.” She insisted softly, eager to learn how far Tommy’s infatuation with his teacher went.

 

[RawDog33]

Tommy turned the page, well aware of what was coming, the scene he was about to describe to her.

He went to his locker and gathered the textbooks and notebooks and folders he would need for the evening’s homework, loaded them in his backpack, and then made his way towards Miss Castro’s office in the English department. He opened the door, and noticed immediately that none of the other teachers were around, but that the light was on in Miss Castro’s office, though the blinds in the window were pulled shut. Nervously he made his way towards her door, and knocked softly before opening it. “Uhh, Miss Castro? It’s Tommy.”

“Come in, Tommy,” came her sultry voice. “Close the door behind you.” He did as he was told, and when he turned around to look at his teacher, saw her sitting on the nearby edge of her desk, one leg crossed over the other.

“What is it, Miss Castro?” he asked, tightly gripping the straps of his backpack.

“Sit down, Tommy,” she replied, nodding towards the chair directly in front of her. He set his backpack down next to the door and sat down in the chair, noticing immediately that her tight pencil skirt seemed to be riding a good bit higher on her shapely thighs. He looked up at her, and saw that her fingers were toying with the highest button on her blouse. “I’ve seen the way you look at me in class, Tommy. Do you want to see more?”

Tommy’s face was red with shame. He knew the next page would get rather raunchy. He looked over at his teacher.

“I’m sorry, Miss Castro, I’ll burn this notebook if you want me to, I just had to write it all out, it was just for myself, I never showed it to anybody before, please...” he sputtered out

 

[GoodatBad]

As Tommy continued to read, it became obvious that this work was one of fantasy. Though, glancing down at her own crossed legs then, there were some glaring similarities between herself in real life and this fictional Ms. Castro.

She considered the dialogue for her character in this story, curious if she’d ever given Tommy an indication that she might be interested in him in an inappropriate way.
Truthfully, it sounded a little bit like the opening of a porno and for some reason that brought the hint of a smile to her lips.

Selina had a healthy sexual appetite and often enjoyed porn in the privacy of her home. She’d never made a sex tape or sent a nude to a lover for obvious reasons, but this story was giving her somewhat of a vicarious high.

While she could understand Tommy’s current state of mortification, she selfishly wanted to hear more.

“I’m not upset with you, Tommy.”

She promised, unfolding her arms and reaching over to gently touch his wrist. Her hand was warm on him, her thighs squeezing gently together in an effort to suppress her sudden need for pressure between them.

“But I would like to hear just a bit more... please?”

 

[RawDog33]

Relief washed over Tommy when she said she wasn’t upset with him. He let out a deep breath. But then she reached over and touched him on the arm, which caused a painful throbbing within his already engorged member.

She wanted to hear more? Wasn’t it obvious where this was going? He gulped again, staring hard at the notebook as he turned the page once more. He took a deep breath.

He nodded, his eyes growing wide as she unfastened one button, revealing the full swell of her cleavage, and then another, showing him some of the lacy black bra that supported her full breasts. Tommy licked his lips, and he could immediately feel the blood rush to his loins with unbridled arousal.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked him with a smirk, unfastening yet another button for his viewing pleasure. She slid her firm, thick butt off the desk, stepping closer to him.

“I do,” Tommy replied confidently as she approached and released the final button, opening her blouse wide for him.

“I want you to touch them, Tommy. Squeeze them. Lick them and suck them,” she told him, just before she hiked up her skirt and slid onto his lap, straddling him in the chair. Tommy’s hands found her hips and pulled her close, his erection in his jeans pressing firmly against her cunt, and he felt his way up her sides until his big hands came over her tits, and he squeezed them gently.

“Miss Castro, we can’t, this is wrong,” Tommy protested, even as he squeezed her globes again, a little more aggressively.

“Don’t be gentle, Tommy. I need you to fuck me,” she replied.

Tommy’s face was red hot at this point, and his cock was rock hard, uncomfortably so in his jeans. He couldn’t believe he was actually reading this all out loud to her! There were dozens and dozens more pages. This was only the beginning of the things he had fantasized about her...

 

[GoodatBad]

Selina watched her student closely as he brought his fantasy to life for her. His apprehension seemed to build with each sentence uttered as the action of the steamy narrative intensified. It was shocking to discover the temptation she presented to him. She wondered how long he had felt this way about her, how overwhelming his attraction could become when he was alone, how many times he’d pleasured himself with fantasies like this one.

Could she ever live up to his imagining? Should she strive to do so?

Selina swallowed, taking a moment to digest everything she’d just heard. She desired more, to have Tommy lead her through the rest of his sordid pages about her but she stopped him there.

“I think I’ve heard enough, Tommy.”

She uncrossed her legs and slowly rose from her chair, feeling a bit of dampness between her thighs as her panties stuck to her now-swollen cunt lips.

"I don't think I need to tell you how inappropriate all of that was--" she sighed, hugging her arms across her chest as she spoke. "Honestly, I don't know what to say." She looked at Tommy briefly, then turned to walk back toward her desk at the front of the classroom. She sat down on the edge of the desk, then carded her fingers through her dark tresses nervously.

"Perhaps-- we shouldn't talk about this right now."

She lifted her hand to her blouse and gently fiddled with the top button.

"Come here please, Tommy."

 

[RawDog33]

Miss Castro stopped him at the end of the page, standing up and telling him how inappropriate it all was and that she didn’t know what to say. Tommy’s heart raced. He was in so much trouble. His parents were going to kill him when they found out, he knew it. Slowly, he looked up, and couldn’t help but admire his teacher’s firm, round ass while she approached her desk.

And then she told him to come to her. While messing with a button on her blouse. Tommy blinked, not sure what was about to happen, but all too painfully aware that his own arousal would be blatantly on display the moment he stood up. He nodded, and pushed himself up from his desk, doing his best to adjust his raging hard-on in his jeans as he did so, but it was no use. It made a prominent and obvious bulge against his upper thigh.

He walked towards her, unable to take his eyes off her sexy, curvy form. “Yes, Miss Castro?”

 

[GoodatBad]

Up until now, Selina could claim ignorance of her effect on her impressionable student, but now that she’d become aware of how he looked at her, it occurred to her that she could possibly take advantage.

The longer she thought about it, the more reasons she could conjure up as to why the new, impure thoughts invading her mind were completely unethical.

She shouldn’t be toying with her blouse buttons, drawing the poor boy’s gaze to her bosom. She shouldn’t be crossing her legs, causing her skirt to inch higher up on her shapely thighs. She shouldn’t be wetting her lips, waiting for him to comply with her demand.

Yet, she was doing all of those things.

Selina knew it was wrong to even entertain her thoughts in private, but as Tommy approached the desk she became distracted by the sight of his erection poking at the front of his pants.

“Do you really fantasize about me that way?” She was flattered clearly, her cheeks warming as the question left her soft lips. Loosening the button she'd been playing with from its hole, she pushed, "if you had the chance to do more than just fantasize ... would you?"

 

[RawDog33]

All Tommy could do was nod. His mind was racing. He wanted to pinch himself. Was this a dream? He couldn’t take his eyes off his gorgeous teacher. His cock throbbed when she popped open the blouse button, and he licked his lips hungrily as she crossed her shapely legs. She was no nervous, inexperienced teenage girl. She was all woman. Tommy got the distinct impression she was about to devour him.

“I do. And I would,” Tommy finally responded, within arm’s reach of her now, his eyes drinking in her sexy, curvy form, savoring every inch of her until their eyes finally locked.

 

[GoodatBad]

Selina nodded also, quietly mirroring her student’s gesture. Keeping her gaze fixed upon Tommy’s face so as not to lose her nerve, the busty brunette undid just one more button, unveiling a glimpse of her wine lace bra. She didn’t want to do much talking, lest her mouth conjure up all the practical reasons why she shouldn’t be encouraging this attention. Instead, Selina reached forward and grasped the front of her student’s shirt, gently pulling him closer to her, guiding him to press against her knees until she parted them for him.

It was completely irresponsible not to have Tommy lock the classroom door, but Selina wasn't exactly using her best judgment here. Letting go of Tommy's clothes once he was between her thighs, Selina rested her hands on either side of her on the desk which squeezed her breasts together and up toward her student's eager eyes.

"You can do whatever you like to them."