Chapter 16: Professor
Warnings: The book is written for your personal guilty pleasures and desires so if you don't like it just skip it.
Hope you enjoy....
Hannah's P.O.V .
My Name is Hannah Magurita Monre, and I've got this huge crush on my teacher I've always wanted Mr. Landon Patrick to take my virginity. It's like my long dream fantasy , I want my teacher to punch my V card I know this probably sounds cliche maybe like a novel or something but I don't really care.
All I desire is him all over me He's only a few years older than me, and definitely not skinny and awkward like all the guys my age are. No, he was all pure man.
While I see him every day for my Math class, I doubt he noticed me at all. I'm pretty much just one of his many students. One more young woman in an endless sea of long hair . I existed in an ocean of khaki and plaid, the school's overly conservative uniform. Underneath, I decide to wear nothing when I have his class.
Before his class, I always go to the ladies room and take off the bra. I loved the way my heavy cotton shirt rubbed against my sensitive nipples, and I hoped he'd notice the hard tips that ached for his touch.
He's definitely gorgeous and educated, his hard ass and broad shoulders makes my innocent body squirm. I didn't want to be innocent, not when I was around him. I wanted to be naughty, but I doubted he noticed me.
But I noticed him. Every inch of his well-muscled form.
Yeah, he was the one who I was going to give myself to. I had no idea how, but it was going to happen.
He's totally gorgeous with dark brown hair that was overly .He wore a tie as it is part of the teachers dress code ,the knot was always loose anyway as if he hadn't the time to get completely dressed give me a glimpse of his chest. I spend my days in most of his class fantasizing about all the ways and bad things he could do to me. Like tie me up with that long tie of his and turn me into a real woman.
"Ladies, I know it's the last day of classes before your big exams, so we're going to do a review on everything the final exam will cover." His deep voice made me shiver and I couldn't stop staring at the muscles in his neck. I wanted to taste him. Which was super weird, but I couldn't stop imagining kissing him...all over.
I wasn't worried about the final exam. This was the one class I actually pay attention in and always get an A in. How could I not stare at Mr. Landon for the entire hour?
He rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirts to write on the board, and I always had to go back and read what he wrote after. I couldn't stop staring at his hands." He's so dreamy , I sigh out .
I've spent the entire year watching him, and studying everything he does. The way he walks back and forth when lecturing. I study the veins in the back of his hand as he wrote on the board. I studied his mouth and wondered what his lips would feel like against mine and taste like"Damn it , am really screwed!
Just watching him teach in class gives me orgamns, wets panties and hard nipples.
His class is always the best part of my day. I even raise my hand to answer questions and always feel a sweet sensation when he smiled at me when I give the correct answer. I have this strong desire to always please him, which was another odd and weird sensation for me. I'm not one to care what one thinks of me nor people-pleaser. But for Me. Landon? Well, I'm not quite sure where I would draw the line, but I definitely want to find out.
With my journal in my hand, I started doodling about all the sexy, sweet and dangerous thought.
One fact is certain!
I'm definitely craving a Man's touch .
But not just any Man!
I don't want to be fucked by just some boy who has no clue what he's doing. I want a man, a real sensual man Mr. Landon.
Oh yes!"Call me naughty, just don't judge.
I shifted in my chair, trying to ease the strong ache in my pussy at the thought of him filling me up with his obviously huge strong cock. I want him to pop my cherry, to split me wide open. Am pretty sure is cock would be big and he'd properly fuck me right .
While he continued to talk about the need to find X in the equation all I could think about is his smooth velvety voice which only made my dark and carnal thoughts with wild fantasies, run wild.
His cock is the answer to my equation!
"Fuck me," I'd tell him, glancing at the desk just behind him.
Yes, that desk!
I've fantasized about that desk almost as much as I did him I was no longer the good student, but one who's been bad. He would lift up my palid short skirt and span my bare ass.
I'd be bent over his hard desk with my plaid uniform skirt with my bare ass . I'd have had to undo the top few buttons of my prim white shirt so he could see that I wasn't wearing a bra, my nipples tightening as they touched the cold wood as he spank my exposed pussy.
A shiver would run down my spine when his finger grazed my soft wet folds. I would feel the heat pool there, making the his hands slippery on my soft wet pussy lips.
"You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?" the familiar velvety voice would say. His breath would warm my neck as he leaned over me, dominating me. I'd squeeze my legs together to try and ease the growing ache, but it wouldn't work. The press of his hand against the lips of my pussy would have me crying out.
"You're wearing nothing." His voice would be a mix of shock and mischief but filled with dominance , and I would no doubt blush furiously as he reached around and grabbed my exposed breast pinching and teasing my nipples.
"Do you know what happens to girls when they're naughty?" he'd ask.
No"I moaned out.
They get real spanked"He'd say with his smooth velvet tone.
I moaned at the thought of him teaching me exactly how he liked it, of him dominating me, making me his. The mangled sound stirred me from my fantasy. I shifted in my seat again, trying to rub my thighs against my swollen clit.
Sometimes, I imagined that he stared, that his gaze traced the curve of my leg or lingered on my lips. I've long dreamed that he wanted me, masturbated in his shower thinking about taking me over his desk. I dreamed that he couldn't control himself when it came to me, that I was so beautiful, so perfect that he couldn't say no.
No imagination needed on my end. I definitely wouldn't say no.
Mr. Landon is ten years older than I was .
How do I know his real age ? yes, I stalked him like a sex deranged manica. Don't blame me a man of his age and Calibre has had years of experience that I could even only dream of.
The whole situation is hopeless. A man like him wanted a woman, not a girl like me. He would probably want a woman who's as experienced and worldly and didn't look like some kind of lost puppy with a leash around its neck. Feeling a bit saddened with that thought ,It made me sad because I couldn't be alluring and experienced unless I fucked someone else and the only one I wanted was him which might probably not happen.
I tried as best as I could to not think about it anymore, as I continued doodling about my crush on my journal.
"You're undressing our teacher with your eyes. Don't deny."My best friend Charlotte says teasingly
"Shut up". I quickly close down my book.
You know he's too old for you right"My Char says smirking, oh did I forget to mention she's aware of my strange crush on him.
I bit my bottom lip. That was exactly why he was so attractive; I got hot for an older man. I got hot for him and I quickly wrote my thoughts down.
Spilling my inner desires on the poor page. I'm pretty sure my journal is begging me to stop polluting her with my dark thoughts.
I hesitated writing the last word that popped into my mind . A red alert kept blaring at the back of my mind as I feel myself getting wet just thinking about writing a fucking four-letter word. It shouldn't have been a big deal - writing down the word "cock".
What was I getting so worked up over? My classmates reading the note? Or worse, Mr. Landon? It's a journal anyway , it won't do any harm.
COCK!
See, I could say the word in my mind over and over again. Why couldn't I just write the damn thing down?
Oh, God. My tongue definitely needs to be drowned in holy water.
"I bet he knows what to do with his cock." I quickly wrote it down. letting out a sigh of relief that I finally wrote the freaking word down.
"You're crazy girl , and that's one of the things I love about you but there's no way in hell he's going to fuck you hunny "she says tersely.
I pursed my lips. I don't want to admit it, but what she said stung, especially since next week all will be done and I may never see him again. It hurt because what Charlotte says is true.
There was no way someone as gorgeous, smart, and experienced as Landon would want anything to do with an eighteen-year old Catholic school girl whose only sexual experience was with her own hand. I really was a virgin in all aspects, and the cold, harsh truth started to sink in.
Damn!
His name even sounds sexy .
Landon!
My eyes suddenly noticed sudden movement in my direction my jaws nearly dropped to the floor when I saw Mr. Landon walking towards me. Was my deepest fantasy finally going to come true? Of course not. Before I knew it, he took my journal in my hands and skimmed through them.
Uh ohhhh
Holy Smokes!
Years of doodling about how sexy he is, and how I would like him to destroy my virgin pussy!
Oh. My. God.
He's seen them all!
My big , dark secret!
Oh dang it am screwed!.
I glanced at Charlotte and her cheeks were as red as mine. She hadn't been the one who'd written all those things in the book. But she definitely knows the contents which means she wasn't the one who was going to be in trouble.
I was!
This was the perfect time for the Earth to just open up and swallow me whole. This would be social suicide - my classmates finding out I wanted to fuck my teacher.
It would be like the world news!
Something I'll never live down.
I don't even want to begin think about what my parents would say or do when they learn about this dark part of me.
I closed my eyes and waited for him to read it aloud like he usually did when he caught us passing notes during class.
Holding my breath, I looked up at him through my lashes.
His dark eyes were pinned to mine as he read the note. "You're up for tonight's party" he said, his voice loud for all to hear as he walked back to the front of the room.
I whipped my head up when those words came out of his mouth. Surprised and Shocked He read it, knew the truth and didn't give me away?
Why the hell not?
Strange and weird!
I was safe from my classmates, but not from him. The way he looked at me curiously was a dead giveaway. I couldn't read him though, and it was freaking me out and exciting at the same time. He knew how much I wanted him now. He knew! But he looked emotionless. Was he disgusted or infuriated? Was he even shocked, or was this a common occurrence with his students? Would he send me to the principal's office? Did he think the note was a joke? Or worse? Did he think it was real and just had absolutely no interest?
Oh Crap!
He raised his brow, and the blush that surfaced on my cheeks was automatic. Thankfully, the bell rang, and I stood up rushing out. I was damn almost free from further humiliation until I heard my name being called.
"Hannah" said that ever-familiar voice that haunted my imagination. When my friend stopped to stand beside me, he added, "You can go ahead, Charlotte I just want to have a word with your friend."
The rest of my classmates filed out of the room and Charlotte followed suit. When it was finally just the two of us, I clasped my hands together and waited for the same old lecture and sermon. I wanted to hug myself. No good could come out of my teacher reading a journal basically saying I want him to fuck me.
Having dirty thought Ain't a crime right?
He crossed his arms over his broad chest. "I want you right here, tomorrow one hour after school."
I didn't want to overthink more than what I was already doing, but the way he looked at me made it seem that I had nothing to worry about. Instead, I had everything to worry about. I waited for him to say something more and watched as his eyes trailed from my ankle socks, up to my plaid skirt to my white blouse, then finally met my surprised gaze.
Did he know I was wet for him? Could he see me squirming from his scrutiny?
I never got the answer to that.
As he stretched out his hand extending my journal back to me . I could feel my hands trembling as I reached and grabbed my book rushing out.
" you didn't answer me," he said.
"Oh , Yes," I replied, starting toward the door.
"Yes, sir," he added with authority and dominance , something I've always imagined he had and I stopped in my tracks.
A shiver coursed through me at the deep tone of his voice.
I glanced back, saw that he was waiting for me to repeat it.
"Yes, sir," I whispered, finding saying those two words really fucking hot. Yes, I wanted him to be my teacher in more than just Math.