Female Teacher Undressed By Student Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I also caught another glimpse of red material and from what little I saw knew it had to be a thong. I knew I should turn my head, but was frozen by the sight of the curve of her ass. In addition to my heart beating faster by the minute I felt my cock beginning to swell and again had the eerie feeling I was in the middle of one of my own fantasies. Miss Ross mercifully lowered her legs, but instead of crossing them again, left them stretched out along the couch so her feet were in front of my knees.

"You hot Alex?" Miss Ross asked.

"Uh...a little." No lie there, I was beginning to sweat.

"I am too," she smirked, "Or so I've heard anyway."

I forced a smile back at her and sat there with my hands in my lap, hoping to cover the bulge of my rapidly growing cock.

"First off," Miss Ross began. "I'll start with other than a few misplaced commas' your grammar has really improved."

"Thank you." I nodded, feeling better she was starting to sound like a teacher again.

"Most of those mistakes were during the..." she winked, "Climax of the story so I cut you some slack. Now as for the story itself, the subject matter shocked me, but once I got over it I have to say, very well done!"

"Thanks again." This time my smile was real.

"Tell you what Alex, I read this thing three times."

"You did?"

"Oh, yeah I did. It got better every time! Hell last time around I had to put it down because I needed my hands to..."

She trailed off and stared at me with an expectant look on her face. I put my hands up and shrugged, "I...I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Really? Wow, guess you're writing from imagination, not experience." She smirked at me, "That's okay that stuff can be taught, but okay let me read you one of my favorite parts okay?"

"Sure." I laughed, "I'm really curious to know what you thought was so good."

Miss Ross made a show of clearing her throat and I smiled as she began reading,

"I watched transfixed as Miss Ross's full red lips enveloped the swollen head of my engorged cock."

The smile left my face and my stomach felt as if someone had kicked it.

"Inch by teasing inch she worked her soft lips and warm wet mouth down the length of my shaft."

"I.... oh my god." I whispered. I'd sent the wrong fucking story.

"I moaned in surprised pleasure when I felt her lips touch the base. I was fairly well hung and no girl had ever taken me all the way before...." Looking up at me, she shook her head. "Really Alex? Are you that hung and no other girl? What, all two or three that you may have had?"

"Miss Ross," I began.

"That's okay though its erotica so you can exaggerate, let's see...." She snapped her fingers. "Here we are. She shook her head and I gasped when I felt her tongue slide out and lick my balls."

"Miss Ross," I exclaimed, "I...I am so sorry I..."

I stopped as she raised her finger to me. "Don't interrupt Alex." Clearing her throat again, she continued to read.

"Miss Ross began bobbing her head in a slow steady rhythm and as she did her big brown eyes were locked onto mine," she looked up at me. "That's a mistake her brown eyes locked into mine make it sound as if you have brown eyes, which you don't, you my dear have beautiful blue eyes."

'Oh, fuck me." I sighed.

"That's exactly what I'm doing!" she laughed, waving the story, "Well not yet, you don't fuck me until after I slobber all over my tits and you bring me to a..." she rolled her eyes "Screaming climax."

I stared at her helplessly and tossing the story onto the table in front of the couch, Miss Ross shook her head and said, "So Alex, you have anything to say for yourself?"

"Just..." I sighed, "Look Miss Ross."

"Call me Simone."

"What?"

"Sure, go ahead, I mean after that story I figure you're pretty familiar with me so why not?"

"Well it would be kind of disrespectful."

She rolled her eyes, "But writing about tonguing my ass isn't?"

"I...I don't know what to say Miss...Simone. I...I was an idiot and sent the wrong story."

"I think the point here is that you wrote that story at all." She pointed out.

"I'm sorry and I'll get going now, I...I guess I'll see you in Mr. Robert's office on Monday."

"You're leaving?" she asked, "You have your hot teacher all to yourself wearing a playful little dress and reading dirty stories and you're going to leave," she sighed, "Guess you're all talk then."

I stared at her and couldn't help notice how fucking good she looked. Her legs were stretched out at an angle that had her feet dangling off the cushion right next to my legs and her skirt had ridden up to show even more of her thighs. And those tits! With her slouched the way she was they were pushed up even more. My eyes worked up to her face and she wasn't just smiling, she looked as if she were trying not to laugh. In an instant I realized what this was; she was fucking with me.