TABOO SHORT STORIES 48(15)

“Hey, teacher?” one of the students said quietly.

Annabelle felt her arousal stop for a brief second; slight annoyance plastered on her face. But she kept a smile there, waltzing over to the other student to find out just what they needed.

"Yes?”

“Are they asking for the line itself, or the word?” they asked.

"Line. Word would be too hard, obviously,’ she said. She had to contain rolling her eyes at the question.

She then got up, but then, she noticed a hand in the air. It was Gordon’s, and immediately, she felt her body grow stiff with need, a flush that’s obvious on her face. She then moved towards Gordon, looking at him with a smile.

"Yes?” she asked.

"I uh have a question about this,” he said.

Annabelle knew it was her chance, and she needed to take this. She leaned down, looking at the paper, but her large and ample breasts brushed her arm. She then looked at Gordon, and immediately, the two of them locked eyes for a moment. They let their eyes linger towards one another, the sexual tension there.

“How much of an explanation do you want with this?” he asked.

Annabelle would’ve normally responded in a bit of a terse manner if she was talking to any other student, but with Gordon, she had an innocent smile on her face as she spoke.

"Well, you need to use however much you need to explain the meaning behind that quote, and why it matters,” she said.

“Okay, thank you,” he said to her.

But she felt her body practically frozen in time. She noticed that Gordon was checking her out, staring at her large, ample chest and her large ass, and she could practically feel this man inhaling her scent. She felt like she was on the spot, and for a second, her thoughts immediately went somewhere naughty.

Her mind immediately went to his huge bulge, wondering if she could see it. She then looked downwards, seeing the huge python in his pants, and that’s when she immediately felt the heat rise from her body. She stared at Gordon once again, and soon, he smiled at her.

Annabelle felt like all of her emotions were at the forefront. She craved the feeling of this man, wondering what it would be like to have her lips on his cock and to have that huge anaconda in her pussy. She craved this feeling, but then, she realized that her thoughts were going into dangerous territory.

She then snapped back to the reality of the situation. There were twenty minutes left, and she had about forty minutes of class left. After this, she was going to have the students work on the homework piece early on, since next class was going to be a discussion class. She sat at her desk, trying her best to keep her composure there, but it proved much harder than she thought.

The exam ended, and she managed to give them some time to do homework. Once it was done, immediately everyone started to leave, feeling like they were finally free from the confines of what she just put them through. Annabelle was known to have hard exams. Just because she was a pretty face didn’t mean she went easy on the rest of her students, and she was a teacher notorious for having some of the most difficult classes out there. But, when everyone left, the only person that was in here was Gordon. He stared at her, and Annabelle soon wondered what he wanted.

"What are you still doing here? don’t you have class?” she asked him.

"No, I uh don’t have another class today. I wanted to talk to you,” he said to her.

She immediately felt nervous as all hell. Was he put off by the way she looked at him? Maybe he was turned on by the notion of having her? She wondered this, but at the same time, in some strange way, it was like a dream come true for Annabelle.

She craved this moment, and she wanted to be alone with him for so long, that she felt her thoughts get carried away. He then took a deep breath, and she noticed he was looking down.

"I’m really sorry for the bulge. I can’t really help it. it’s something I can’t control. it’s just...I find you super-hot, and I really want to fuck you right now. Like, every time I come to class, I get excited because I know you’ll be here. I know it’s weird, but... I really want to fuck you, Annabelle,” he said.

Annabelle immediately felt her arousal shoot up, her face turning as red as a tomato when she heard what he said to her. But she also had the voice of reason sitting there, telling her this was a stupid as fuck idea, and that she needed to stop.

"I can’t do that,” she said.

"Why not? it’s obvious that nobody will find out if we keep everything locked,” he said to her.

Annabelle shook her head. "It’s not allowed. I can’t have sex with you. I don’t want to go to prison. You know that tends to happen in these situations, right? You may be a college student, but I can’t do this,” she said.

Gordon shook his head, smiling at her with a devilish grin.

"Nobody will know,” he simply stated.

Annabelle wasn’t totally sure on this, especially since she felt that they both could get into major trouble. But her body ached for this, and as Gordon walked up towards her, moving behind her back and inhaling her scent, she felt her body start to relax, her body ached for this, and her pussy throb with delight. He started to push his lips to her neck, kissing her area sweetly and moving his hands towards her waist. He touched her there, causing her to let out a sudden gasp of shock, but not before he let it trail up to her breasts, squeezing them slightly. She felt his hands touch her heavily there, moving his hands towards the center of them, squeezing the big orbs and letting his thumbs press against the nipples, causing them to harden as a result.

She wanted to hold back, but the touches were driving her wild. The way his kisses were against her neck, gently caressing there, the way that his hands played with her body, skillfully moving each and every single finger against the rigid part of her nipple, teasing her through the fabric as he pressed against there, and the way he pinched her nipples slightly started to make her feel the excitement grow even so.

Annabelle was getting carried away, her breath growing more and more ragged, her pussy aching for more from this man, but then, she felt his hands trail downwards. He slipped her skirt up and moved his large hands towards her creamy thighs. The touch alone was enough to make her feel like she was about to lose control.

She shouldn't be doing this. She was a goddamn fool for even thinking this was a good fucking idea, but her body ached for more from this man, her pussy craving the touch, the aching desire and need only growing more so within her. She gasped, feeling her pussy throb with delight and her body ache with desire. She wanted this, she craved it, and although she knew this was morally not sound, she couldn't’ stop thinking about how good this felt.

He slipped his hand into her panties, rubbing her there, touching her pussy with the smallest of touches. She then turned around, looking at her, her eyes glazed with lust.

"I shouldn't be doing this...but I want to,” she said.

She looked at him, and soon, their mouths connected. His LPs were soft, and he noticed that hers were too. Annabelle gave into the touch, kissing slightly, and soon, his hands started to press against her inner folds, about to penetrate her. She shivered with delight, caving the sense of touch that this man bestowed to her. She wanted more, her body aching for more, and as he did this, she wondered just how much more of this she could take.

But then, she started to hear the sound of the door opening. Fuck. Annabelle shot back, fixing her skirt, trying to cover her hardened nipples. She looked at Gordon, who seemed to look at her with that same look. It was professor Dirke, one of the colleagues that Annabelle had. He looked at the duo, unsure of what was happening, but he simply just nodded.

“Hello, Annabelle. I uh, wanted to meet with you to go over lesson plan stuff. Remember when we arranged that?” he inquired.

Fuck. He did plan that, but of course, Annabelle forgot. She personally didn’t want to do it, and frankly, she found it to be annoying more than anything. She then nodded, looking at him.

"Sorry about that. I totally forgot. Gordon had a few questions regarding something on the exam, so he was meeting up with me beforehand to get a little bit f help regarding this information,” she stated.

Annabelle hoped that was a good enough lie, but then, Dirk smiled.

“good. I’m glad he’s working on his studies then,” he said.

She nodded, giving him a fake grin.

"Yeah, I am too. Anyways, Gordon should probably head out of here. he’s got a practice, right?” she asked.

She pretended to say that he had a practice, and Gordon nodded.

"Yeah. I should be going,” he said.

Gordon grabbed his bags, leading the room for the two teachers to discuss the lesson plans. It was the worst cockblock ever, and Annabelle felt frustrated. But maybe it was for the best. However, she was wet as all hell, and she ached for his cock. While she did listen to Dirk ramble on about boring ass lesson plans that she didn’t have any desire to work on, her mind started to think about what just happened with Gordon, how she let herself go, and now she was practically begging for more. She ached for his cock, feeling that ravaging desire that only grew even more so. She didn't know how to stop it, and it was driving her mad.

She felt that the only way to truly get over the aching need that she had was to have Gordon continue what they started. But she had no idea how to continue something like that, for fear that she may be found out eventually.