Maggie is so hot for teacher she can barely think straight. But if short skirts and low-cut tops aren’t going to grab his attention, she’s going to have to try a more direct way to get into his bed…
Another very sexy short story from Emily Cantore featuring erotic situations, graphic descriptions and a professor about to find out how bad one of his students can be.
EXCERPT:
So, while he was listening to another student, I slowly uncrossed my legs, lifting my right leg from the left, slowly lowering it to the floor. My heel clicked against the floor quietly, which immediately drew Mr. Burnhardt’s eyes in my direction. As I smiled at him subtly, he shifted his eyes away. So I opened my legs up a little at the knees. His eyes came back to me, looking at me in the face. Then I swayed my right knee a bit, and I watched his eyes lower to my knee. Then I turned and looked straight ahead. After a few minutes of not moving, Mr. Burnhardt assigned a problem from the book, then sat down at his desk, which was directly in front of me. He did not look at me, but started doing some paperwork. I chewed on my pencil for a second, then inched my left hand up my thigh, sliding it a little under my skirt as my legs continued to spread, and my skirt continued to rise up towards my hips. Mr. Burnhardt took a deep breath. He looked towards the door, then around the room, then his eyes settled on me. There he was, looking at me with lust, ten feet away. I slid the pencil a little into my mouth, my tongue tickling around it. Then, slouching in my chair a little, I spread my legs a little further. Mr. Burnhardt’s gaze fell down over my tits, then came to rest on my skirt. It was easily halfway up my thighs when I picked my hips up a little and showed Mr. Burnhardt my shaved pussy. I eased my skirt up a little further, letting a bit more light in. I was so wet, as Mr. Burnhardt shamelessly looked at my naked pussy, exposed ten feet in front of him, in a class full of his students. My swollen lips had to be glistening in the light.
He looked up at me and mouthed the word “stop”. That when I knew. When I knew he was hooked, when I knew he could not stop thinking about me.
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