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Emily has it all. Long, straight brown hair reaching just the top of her perky ass with a pair of beautiful, innocent gray eyes and a small, button nose. Oh, and those lips. Full, pink lips that pouts just a bit. She stands 5’6 with a petite frame complimented by large breasts. She is absolutely stunning and she knows it. The way she walks into the classroom everyday; gently swaying her perfectly round ass and her large, often bra less, breasts nearly pushing their way completely out of her tight shirts screams nothing but confidence. She has a sexy, almost gothic look about her. She often dresses in tight corsets, short plaid skirts, or very tight jeans. Her outfits often goes against the dress policy but most of the staff in the building are too busy enjoying the show to care. These skimpy outfits has caused me to dream of my own dark fantasies involving her. It’s wrong to lust after her this way since she is my student, I suppose. She is one of my brightest ones too. She hands in the best quality work that I have ever seen in my seven years of teaching English. She is very educated, polite, and because of daddy’s money, very rich. Although she often dresses in a rather revealing way, she is not slutty. Guys, even women, often lust after her, but she doesn’t give them the time of day. She is nothing more than a tease. This year is her almanbahis senior year and this saddens most of the staff since they’ll hate to see her go. However, It doesn’t effect me. Due to the recent divorce between her parents because of infidelity, her and her mother just moved into my neighborhood. Not only that, but they are living right across the street from me. “Hello, Mr. Snyder,” Emily calls out, before sitting at her desk. She has on a short, fitting black dress with a white collar, thigh high white socks, and a pair of combat boots.I openly allow my eyes to roam her body, noticing her very erect nipples pressing against the dress. “Hello, Emily,” I manage to choke out. She smiles politely at me, then takes her seat. Today, being the last few weeks of the school year, I decide to put on a recording of a play called Death of a Salesman. About halfway through class, I glance over at Emily and hold my gaze. Her long legs are folded and she has her arms crossed underneath her breasts, pushing them out even more. Her erect nipples are still straining against her shirt, however, it’s May and the class is anything but cold.She cocks her head to one side and squeezes her thighs together tightly. As I sit here, I can’t help but imagine what I’d love to see her do. I imagine her crawling over to me, pulling down my pants and taking almanbahis yeni giriş my hard cock into her little mouth then down her throat. My thoughts are interrupted as she unfolds her legs and spreads them just a bit. I watch intently as her dress slowly raises up after she opens her legs further, allowing me to see her… pussy? My God, that naughty slut isn’t wearing panties. All of a sudden, her body freezes. Her eyes skim the class, making sure that everyone’s attention is on the screen. She then begins to slide her hands up, ever so slowly, to her large breasts. Her fingers pinches her nipples through her dress, causing her painted red lips to form a small ‘o’. She then begins to squeeze her breasts through her dress while biting lightly on her bottom lip. I watch as her hand slides down her flat stomach to between her thighs. I lean forward, trying to get a better view of what she’s doing. No matter how hard I try, I’m unable to see due to how dim the class is. Seeing the movements of her arm, I know she’s rubbing her pussy. I can’t take anymore. I reach down and squeeze my aching cock tightly underneath the desk as I take in the sight. That whore, doesn’t she know what she’s doing to me? Doesn’t she know how hard it is getting for me to resist throwing her small frame over my lap and giving that sexy little ass a almanbahis giriş hard spanking? Now, this? Why? Exactly how much patience and self-control does she think I have? I shamefully begin to rub my hard cock through my pants as I notice her hand pick up speed. Pre-cum begins to leak out of the tip of my cock, wetting the front of my pants. I don’t care. My cock is aching for attention. In the midst of me rubbing my crotch, her head turns and she looks directly at me. I freeze. Her full lips turns into a sexy, seductive smile. She then slightly turns her body to face me, giving me a better look at her bald pussy. She watches me as she rubs her clit then she slowly pushes her index and middle finger into her small opening. Her face turns into one of pure lust and enjoyment as she bucks her hips against her fingers while keeping her eyes fixed on me. She then slides her fingers out slowly from her pussy and brings them up to her mouth. She licks up the length of her fingers then slides them deep into her mouth. I watch as she sucks hard on her finger, caving in her cheeks. She pulls out her fingers once they’re clean and smiles at me then adjusts the hem of her dress. As she crosses her legs, the bell rings. I watch as the students exit the classroom, waiting for them all to be gone so I can rub one out. She pretends she’s looking for a paper as the rest of the class exits. I watch her as she walks over to me. “Enjoyed the show?” she asks, grabbing onto my tie lightly and giggling. I sit speechless. She lets go of my tie and pouts at me then walks out of my room.
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