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[socktavian]

It all started with a look. Mr. Brooks was scanning the auditorium, seeing which students had their hands raised, and his eyes landed on her for just a second, maybe less. Maya had her water bottle on the table in front of her. She didn’t know what possessed her to sit forward and squeeze it between her breasts, but a look passed over his face, there and gone again in an instant.

Then he had his back to the class for a good long while, writing on the dry-erase board like his life depended on it.

She’d always had a thing for him but, from that day forward, her goal was simple: Get him to look at her. It wasn’t easy, because as determined as she was, he was almost as determined to avoid her, but she had her tricks. And every time she managed to catch his eye, she made sure it was memorable. She wore the raciest clothes, bustiers and painted-on jeans. She would smile so sweetly at him, biting her lip while sitting in such a way that he could see right up her skirt. No panties. Or she would wear a hoodie that she could zip or unzip at a moment’s notice, teasing him with glimpses of her lacy cleavage while everyone else around them took notes.

It gave her such a thrill, because there was always the chance that one of the other students would look back at her at just the wrong moment, and see what she was doing, but soon that wasn’t enough. She didn’t just want him to look at her, she wanted him to fuck her. That’s when she found his number, and started sending him pictures. She never identified herself. She never had to. That’s also when she decided enough’s enough, she would visit him during office hours.

Maya waited for the right day, when the weather was poor, and most students would be rushing home to avoid the worst of it. She picked the perfect time, too, just before the very end of his schedule, when the risk of interruptions was fairly low. Then she walked into his office… And locked the door. She dropped her bag to the floor but left her coat buttoned up as she sat in the chair across from him, all the while smiling that same sweet, innocent smile that was anything but.

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[socksfornothing]

He makes a colossal effort to not look down. He does lean back a little and does catch her at the edge of his sight sucking down his cock. It was about as much as he could take. As he leans back, Kaitlyn leans forward as if to prevent him from putting distance between them. Which means she’s about to get a glimpse of his lap which would be a real problem.

He suddenly leans forward, trying hard not to just thrust his entire shaft down Maya’s throat in the process. He bites off a moan and lands his hand on his desk a little harder than intended. His deeper tone comes off as angry which hides the truth. “Kaitlyn, you need to leave. Now.”

It’s said with such authority while his throbbing cock is still in her classmates mouth. Still, the demand in his voice seems to break through and Kaitlyn, with barely a huff, gathers herself and flees his office. He’s amazed that worked. Also something he’ll have to remember to try with Maya. Another time. Right now though…

He slowly leans back again, a hand coming down to rest behind her head, fingers stroking into hair. He finally looks back down at her too, keeping that stern look going he gave to Kaitlyn.

[socktavian]

It's a miracle she managed not to make a sound as his sudden forward motion crams his thick shaft just a fraction more against the back of her throat. God it's so big, but she loves it. Loves his fingers so soft in her hair while she fucks him with her mouth.

Oh, the expression on his face. He's so not happy about this-- or he's still trying to convince himself that he's not, because his throbbing cock tells a different story. Maya pulls her mouth away to flash him a breathless smile, completely undaunted by his sour look, his shaft glistening wet with her saliva.

And then her lips slowly slip down his shaft again, her dark head bobbing in his lap. From underneath his desk, he can hear her muffled moans and the soft, wet sounds her mouth makes, cheeks hollowed as she's sucking greedily on his cock.

[socksfornothing]

That smile she flashes him tells him no matter how he manages to look she’s not deterred. Not that he tries to stop her. A little late for that as he watches that length vanish down her throat again. She has him right where she wants him and he even has to admit he wants her right where she is.

He lets out a moan this time, though suppresses it a bit as he fears Kaitlyn lingering or trying again. If he wasn’t preoccupied he’d lock his door now. His hand in Maya’s hair doesn’t try to stop her though, instead he silently encourages to take him faster. His breathing picks up as she eagerly sucks him down and he won’t even try slowing her down until he gets his. He can worry about the shame after, all he can think about is how soft her lips are wrapped around him and how good her warm, wet tongue feels along his cock. He speaks before he thinks better of it and his stern look shifts readily to frustration and need, “that’s good, faster, I’m almost there…”

[socktavian]

Good. She groans. Maya can feel the tension in his body, taste the precum beading from his tip and knows he's close, even as his words confirm it. Part of her doesn't want this to end. If they were anywhere else, she would slow down, draw it out, make him edge.

But they weren't anywhere else, they were in his office. The door was still unlocked. And, deep down, she wants to be good for him. His good little slut, if only he'd allow it. So she pushed his cock all the way down her throat and swallowed, the muscles in her throat flexing around him in blatant mimicry of her inner muscles when he made her cum clenching down on him. Then she steadies herself with one hand gripping the base of his shaft, fucking him faster with her lips and tongue, just like he asked.

[socksfornothing]

He asked for it and it was too much for him to take. His fingers tighten in her hair a moment as she pushes him over the edge. She'd feel him clench up before it happens, giving her time to either pull off or take him in. He moans out low and deep as he releases, hoping no one is nearby now that he lost control of his sound level. Being right there, she'll feel his thighs shudder as he came. His other hand pressed to the top of the desk, fingers white as they pressed into the hard surface to keep from gripping her hair too harshly.

He should have stopped her. He knows he couldn't have though. It was probably too late when she let herself into his office, it was definitely too late when he shoved her under his desk. He lets his grip on her hair lighten as he feels himself drained. They're getting to risky, doing too much. If this continues he's unsure where it ends. So far there's only a few lines they didn't cross and as he comes down from that high he tries to promise himself he won't.

[socktavian]

She whimpers with him, the sound muffled around his pulsing cock, flooding her mouth with his cum. Maya swallows, but some still drips down his shaft as she slows but doesn't quite stop dragging her lips up and down. Her hands move to his thighs, stroking him through his climax.

Maya pulls back slightly, flushed and breathless, her tongue sweeping soft and gentle up his still-hard cock, licking him clean. Finally one last, almost chaste kiss to the tip and then she's smiling that devilish smile up at him again, like the cat who got the cream.

She wipes the last smear off her chin. Between his moans and his shudders while she sucked on his cock, Maya's so fucking wet right now, but she knows she'll have to take care of that herself. Unless...

"You know," she whispers softly, shifting her weight onto one hip and resting her head with her cheek against his thigh, "We wouldn't be interrupted if we did this someplace private. You could fuck me as hard and as long as you wanted... Unless some part of you likes almost getting caught."

"Just something to think about. You do have my number."

[socksfornothing]

His delay kind of implies he is thinking about it. With her just resting like that by his bare thigh it's so hard to take this with the same seriousness he did the student he just chase out. He took his time and finally breathed out, "No."

"But I will drop you off at home, it's supposed to storm," he says while pushing his seat back slowly as to not just drop her forward. He stands up and fixes his pants. It's just a ride, or so he tells himself. He's determined he won't go into her place. Of course having her alone and isolated in his car won't be good for him either. He snags his keys and holds out a hand to her to help her up from under his desk.

Far more kindness than he showed the other student but of the two of them he fucked Maya twice and she had his cock on her mouth, it's probably the least he can do.

[socktavian]

The way he told her 'no'... It almost sounded to her like even he didn't quite believe it. But Maya knows better than to try to argue. Not now, when he's actually being so kind to her. And especially not when he's offering to be alone with her in his car.

There's still a chance, however slight, that she can sweet talk him into coming inside when they get to her place. Or convince him to pull over somewhere along the way, some place dark and secluded...

Besides, he can say 'no' now, when he's just finished coming; She knows he won't soon forget the way her lips felt on his cock, sucking him off while another student talked to him. And every time he thinks about any of the things they've already done, her offer of anywhere, anytime will be there too.

She slips her hand in his, gratefully letting him help her up to her feet. They're standing so close, it's tempting to kiss him again, but instead she smiles and softly murmurs "Thank you."

"Where are you parked?" she asks, circling around his desk to crack open his door and peak out. Thank goodness there's no one hanging around in the hallway.

[socksfornothing]

"In the back lot," because he also didn't want her seeing his car on campus. Which now tells her where he tends to hide it. Oh well, he's already crossed a lot of lines and hiding from her hasn't been working. He leads her out and walks as calmly and confidently as possible. He doesn't look at her as he hunches his shoulders to the rain, that's getting ready to go from a drizzle to a storm, and makes his way towards the lot.

He leads her to the car, beeping it open and opening the door for her. He doesn't glance around, that'd make this more suspicious. Instead he waits until she is in, closes the door and gets around to start his car and calmly pull out of the lot. Once he leaves the lot and is on an actual road his notable tension fades, finally. It isn't a moment later before it begins to completely pour. Of course he only knows the general way to go, from here though, "Just give me directions and I'll drop you off as close as I can get."

[socktavian]

Inwardly, she grins, realizing the lengths he went to just to avoid her. First he skips class, now he's hiding his car. What's next? But she somehow manages to look neutral, walking as if she were headed to the cafeteria instead of following him out to his car because she's hoping to get fucked in his backseat.

She tells herself she's being ridiculous-- No one's watching them that closely. And even if they were, they'd see only a teacher giving a student a lift. That's all.

It's not until he gets the door for her that a little smile slips through. She had no idea he could be such a gentleman. Maya tells him which turns to make, the best roads to take. "It's sweet of you to drive all this way," she says. It's raining so hard, no one can see her take his right hand from the shifter and place it on her thigh, slipping it up her skirt.

[socksfornothing]

He will not go into her place. He's already telling himself that as if it's a line he can put down that will make up for how far things have gone so far. That's all well and good though when she guides his hand he doesn't pull it away. Eye's on the road, he instead lets her guide it up and she can tell he's not exactly passive about it as fingers slide inward and lightly check what she wears beneath. If she wears anything beneath.

She did just blow him not that long ago. A bit of guilt and a lot of desire he won't put a name to guide him. He lets out a long, slow breath from his nose and tries to salvage this. "It's not problem. Do you have a place we could park not far from your place? Preferable private..."

In the pouring rain it wouldn't be too hard to find a place to park where they wouldn't be quite seen. He doesn't really have to say what's going to happen should she find him a spot. In the tighter confines of his car this is probably the most isolated she's had him.

[socktavian]

She sighs, parting her legs for him. Opening herself up to him. It should come as no surprise to him that she's not wearing anything under her skirt (when has she ever,) and she moans as his fingers brush against her wet slit. There's no one here but them, no need to keep quiet.

Just like there's no need for him to say what comes next, once they pull over. "Yes," she whimpers, lifting her hips, encouraging him to play with her while her own hand wanders to his thigh, "There's... An old carwash a block or two away. It's out of business... We can park behind it."

As he drove, her fingers move from his thigh to stroke him through his pants. The car wash is dark and empty, just like she said it would be. Abandoned, and situated such that he could park behind the back wall of it and be completely invisible from the street, so long as he turned the lights off.

[socksfornothing]

His one hand on the wheel, his other between her thighs, he takes her directions. While the car heads for the gas station his fingers slide and tease. One finger slides into her, lightly pumping into her wet slit. No one would hear her moans or see his fingers through the pouring rain as he played with his student. She drew shorter breaths from him as she stroked him hard through his pants. His length strained against the fabric as the car cruised along.

When they got to the car wash he pulled around the back, stopping the car and flipping off the lights. The motor rumbled to a stop. The moment it did his hand left the steering wheel and brushed her's aside to undo his pants. His belt buckle, button and zipper were opened quickly and pushed down some to let that length spring free again, raring and ready to go. His hand moved from her thigh to undo her seat belt as he undid his and pushed his seat back.

"Come here," he said in that same stern tone he told his last student to leave with. Not exactly how he meant to use it with her. He was hard though and there was no way he'd get the will to drop her off in the rain with them both like this. His hand moved to her hip to draw her out of the seat and to his.

((Want this to be the moment of no return? She rides him and when he tries to warn her and tell her to pull off she clings to him tighter and rides him till he cums?))