Every guy in my class wanted to fuck me. I made sure of that. I…

Every guy in my class wanted to fuck me. I made sure of that. I wore tight dresses with push-up bras and sexy heels to class. I made sure to make plenty of eye contact with all my favorite students, the ones I felt would be most fun to fuck. I hoped that they could feel my passion, my desire to get fucked by a hot student. It wouldn’t be the first time I took some student dick. In fact, I’d been keeping track of how many students I’d fucked. The number was fifteen now. Thirteen guys and two girls. 

Jesus sat in the front row and I could see that he was my most eager student. I could tell how much he wanted to fuck me by the way he looked up at me, his eyes full of stars. I made sure to pay him as much special attention as I could during the class time, and I always smiled to myself as he waited to talk to me after class. He let all the other students go first and then he waited until they were all gone.

“Hi Professor! I just wanted to talk to you about a few things going on in my life,” he started one day. 

“Sure,” I said. “Do you want to sit down?” We sat in the uncomfortable classroom chairs facing one another. “Go ahead,” I encouraged, “tell me what’s going on.”

“I have this problem,” he said, looking at me with intensity. “You see, I’m addicted to sex. And when you’re up there teaching, all I can think about is how hot you are and how much I want to have sex with you. I can’t pay attention. Do you think there’s something wrong with me?” he asked, but I could see that this was just his way of telling me he wanted to fuck me, and so I was careful with my answer, making sure to let him know it was okay, that I wanted it too. 

“Why don’t I lock up the door, to make this a more private meeting,” I said, standing up and making sure my ass was wiggling for him as I walked to the door and made a show of locking it up. “There we go, that’s better,” I said walking back to where he was still sitting. I put my hand on his shoulder. 

“Did you lock the door because…?” he didn’t finish his sentence. I answered it by bending down and giving Jose a small kiss on the mouth. He kissed me back and before we knew it we were in a maelstrom of hungry kisses that were both confusing and arousing. 

“Teacher!” he said, and I loved that he didn’t even know my first name. I was just his teacher, his professor and this was deliciously wrong. I knew Jose was the perfect kind of student for this, that he liked to party and that all he wanted was to be sucked and fucked by me, his hot teacher. We hungrily kissed and our clothes began to fly off. I knew that there were no cameras in the room. I knew because I’d done this too many times. I was that teacher and I wasn’t about to stop now, not with Jose’s mouth on mine. 

He lifted up my dress and pushed me against the wall. He pulled the top of my dress down, revealing that I hadn’t worn a bra or panties that day. 

“Your body is so curvy. So perfect,” he moaned. 

“I want your cock in me, Jose!” I said, still using my “teacher voice.” I knew it turned him on and he took me from behind, pushing his younger, student dick into my teacher pussy as I braced myself against the wall. “Oh yeahhhh!” I moaned as I felt him moving inside of me. It was so wrong, so deliciously wrong that I came hard almost right away. I came on my student’s cock as he pushed it in and out of me. 

“I need it harder, Jose! Fuck me harder!” I said in a loud whisper. I knew the walls were thin and so I tried my best not to scream as Jose picked up the pace, giving me what I needed. I let out a silent scream as I came on his cock for the first time. I realized then, that Jose knew what he was doing. He knew exactly how to fuck an older woman like me. In fact, I was quite surprised at how good he was fucking me. Most of my students weren’t this good, at least not at first. 

“Take my cock, Professor!” he said in a sadistic voice that made my pussy cum again. Jose was surprising me! I couldn’t believe how deep his cock was reaching inside me, and I came again for him, this time not as silently as I would have liked. 

“Shhhh. Shut up, we can’t get caught, Professor!” Jose reminded me. “I’m about to cum! Where should I cum?” he asked, frantically. 

“Cum in my pussy!” I moaned. 

“Are you sure it’s safe?” he asked. 

“Yesssssss!” I hissed at him, pushing my pussy out further to meet his cock, hoping it would help him cum deep inside of me. He let out a few tortured sounds as his cock spewed it’s cum deep inside of my professor pussy. I had done it. I had taken another student cock. I updated my mental tally to sixteen students, fourteen guys and two girls. Not bad for ten years as a teacher. 

“Well, we better get dressed and get out of here before we get caught,” I told him. 

“So, um, should I stay after class again on Thursday?” he asked, bringing up the next class meeting. 

“Most definitely. In fact, if you want to pass, I recommend you stay after every class.” I winked at him and he smiled at me, stupidly. 

“Damn. You’re the naughtiest teacher I’ve ever met,” he told me. 

“Am I?” I laughed, but I winked at him as I opened the door and ushered him outside. 

“Have a nice day,” I told him. “See you Thursday.” 

“See you Thursday,” he said and then he walked off into the sunny day, and I walked the opposite direction, his cum still dripping down my legs as I made my way to my car. 

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