She sits in the back row of his Spanish class, as she always does. Her name is Emma Swan, and she's sexy as hell.
Today she's wearing the school skirt, a little shorter than it probably should be, and a black, loose fitting Metallica tank top. Her golden curls are pulled up into a messy ponytail, and dark eye shadow accentuates her green eyes. Black, faux leather cuffs circled each wrist and a choker featuring a silver cross fits snugly around her neck. Underneath her desk, Killian can see her long, fishnet clad legs - legs he's quite often fantasized about; running his hands up them, having them wrapped around his hips as he fucks her or wraps around his head as he tastes her sweetness.
He's never met a girl like her.
She intrigues and fascinates him, and he can't help but wonder whether she's into all the kinky things he's always wanted to try, but has never met the right woman. Emma may be young, but she just turned eighteen and certainly fits the profile. He has no doubts that she can make him her bitch and torture him in the most delicious ways possible. His cock gives a pleasant throb as he watches her biting on the end of her pen, puzzling over the work he has given the class.
Suddenly, as though she can feel his eyes on her, she glances up and catches him staring. She traces the pen across her lower lip and he swears she's smirking at him. Naughty thoughts pour through his head - he thinks about what he can do to that smart mouth of hers. His cock strains painfully against the confines of his jeans as her gaze travels down his body.
The little minx.
She knows exactly what she's doing to him. If he doesn't know better, he'd guess she wants him just as much as he wants her. But what if he's wrong? What if all the subtle flirting that has gone on between them over the past year has all been in his imagination? Perhaps it is time to put it to the test. It will be risky. Teacher student relationships are forbidden after all, but knowing that just turns him on even more. He smothers a groan as his cock pulses with desperate lust. Usually he tries to keep his thoughts in check during class, however, she is making it increasingly difficult. He can't stay here like this. Sooner or later he's going to have to stand up, and there is no hiding his raging hard on. He has to get rid of it. What to do? Thinking quickly, he grabs his jacket from the back of his chair and holds it in front of him as he stands.
"I'll be back. I just have to go and make a phone call," he announces to the class in a barely controlled voice. "Keep working through the questions and we will go through them when I get back."
Emma watches him leave, a devilish grin spreading across her face. She loves messing with him. He is young for a teacher, not even thirty yet, and she wants him. Bad. The things she wants to do to him would make the most sexually experienced people blush.
Though he is her Spanish teacher, he comes from a British background, and he absolutely oozes with sex appeal. He is gorgeous with that dark, luscious hair and those blue, sultry eyes that look at her with a desire he tries so hard to hide. She knows very well he wants her and that he is incredibly curious about her. It isn't difficult to tell that he is clueless when it comes to the world of kink - making sensual love, definitely - but kink, not so much. The knowledge thrills her. How fun it would be to teach him, to make him the student for a change. She shifts in her seat, feeling a wetness seeping through her panties. Sooner rather than later, she has to have him. Maybe now?
A laugh starts to rise up her throat but she swallows before it can escape. "I'm going to the bathroom," she tells her friend Ruby, who is sitting beside her. "If Mr. Jones gets back before I do, mark my work for me." It isn't a question, but her friend doesn't pick up on that. Emma is good at getting what she wants; in all areas of life.
"No worries," Ruby answers.
Without any further delay, Emma darts out of the classroom. She has a guess as to where he might have gone. There is a toilet block across the other side of the school that isn't used much, as it is quite out of the way. She hopes she hadn't waited too long to follow him.
Picking up her pace, she hurries across the school, catching sight of him just as he's entering the toilet block. It isn't the first time he has done this. And it isn't the first time she has followed him. Just last week he had slipped out of class and made his way here, completely unaware that she was not far behind.
She sneaks around the back of the toilet block, where the cubicle windows are open, and strains her ears, smiling in satisfaction as she hears what she'd known she would hear; the sound of her hot teacher jerking off. Knowing he is masturbating because of her makes her body quiver with lust and her pussy scream for release. Her hand dives into her panties to discover she's absolutely soaking wet, and she has to bite her lip to keep from moaning in pleasure when her fingers find her clit. She works it hard and fast. The sound of Killian cumming sends her over the edge and she comes with him. Then she waits, listening to the toilet flush and the tap as he washes his hands. When she's sure he is out of sight, she creeps out and makes her way back to class.
This time, she isn't going to hide around the back. This time, she will take matters into her own hands.
Hot on his heels, she walks into the toilet block right as he's about to close the cubicle door and manages to stop it with her foot.
His eyes go wide when he sees her, and wider again when she crowds into the cubicle with him before closing the door.
"I thought you could use some help," she quips with a cheeky grin.
His shock rapidly turns to salacity. He says nothing when she closes the lid of the toilet, sits down and crosses those gorgeous legs; just waiting in anticipation of what she is going to do next.
"Take off your belt," she demands in a tone that leaves no room for disobedience. He is quick to comply. "Give it to me," she orders. He does. "Now drop your pants."
His hands shake a little as he undoes the button of his jeans and pulls down the zipper. Does she want him to drop his briefs as well?
Fuck it.
Now is not the time to hold back. He pulls down his briefs along with his jeans, letting his erection spring free. His heart pounds nervously until he sees her raising her eyebrows in obvious delight and licks her lips. The sight makes his muscles clench and his cock jump. She looks up at him with that impish little smirk. Slowly, she stands and forces him to turn around.
Confused, he does as directed and feels something being wrapped around his wrists. His belt?
Holy fuck!
She really is into that kinky shit! Still, he keeps quiet, letting her do as she pleased; wanting her to do as she pleases - anything she pleased. The belt cinches tight. There is no escape now.
"Face me."
It isn't easy to turn with his pants around his ankles but he does as he is told. Her hands reach for the buttons on his shirt, which she soon has undone and pushes it off his shoulders, revealing his muscular torso. She steps close, pressing her body against his.
"Very nice," she murmurs into his ear.
Her sultry voice threads its way through him and her breath tickles, causing a shiver to run up his spine. He wishes she would hurry up and touch him.
"This is going to be quick," she tells him.
Before he can respond, she promptly sits herself back down, grabs him around the arse, pulls him roughly towards her and buries his cock in her wet mouth.
There is no holding back his groan. How often has he dreamed of those sumptuous lips sliding up and down his cock? Now, here she is, doing just that. He can scarcely believe it.
She moans low in her throat, sending delicious vibrations along the length of his shaft. He gives a small thrust, testing the waters and gasping as her nails scrape across his arse cheeks. It isn't exactly painful, but it certainly isn't gentle.
"Don't move," she growls and takes him deeper into her mouth. Her hands move to his stomach, and again, her nails dig into his flesh. It feels bloody amazing.
He chances a peek at her and she returns his gaze. Neither of them look away.
Emma has never been so aroused in her life. She can feel her pussy juices saturating her panties and, keeping her eyes locked on his, she snakes a hand up her skirt and pulls them aside.
Killian's jaw drops. "Oh Gods," he sighs, then jumps as her nails scratch into his thighs, harder this time.
"Shhh," she warns. It is all he can do to nod. "Good boy," she commends, and goes back to sucking.
Both are breathing hard and fast as they near their climax. Emma can feel it building. Slipping a finger inside her dripping pussy, she drags it up her slit, spreading her juices over her swollen clit.
A sudden thought hits her and she swaps hands, forcing her coated fingers into Killian's mouth.
That is the last straw.
His cock erupts, shooting hot cum into her mouth. She tastes just as sweet as he expected, and he sucks and licks greedily on her fingers.
Emma moans deeply as her own orgasm hits her with brute force, but she never stops sucking his cock, swallowing every drop of semen that is poured into her mouth. When he is finished, she drags her lips up his softening shaft one last time, then lets it fall from her lips. Killian is panting, struggling to stand on shaky legs.
Emma carefully rearranges her panties and skirt, making sure he sees her lick her lips, before rising with all the grace of a queen. She traces her fingers along the scratch marks she's left on his stomach.
Reaching her arms around him, she loosens the belt from his hands as he breathes in her scent. She smells so good; he wonders what perfume that is. Then she is pulling away and handing him his belt.
"See you in class." She laughs as she opens the door and leaves him with his pants still around his ankles, staring after her as her hips sway, moving that short skirt almost enough for him to catch a glimpse of her arse, but not quite.
Oh, he will see that arse, he vows to himself, and the rest of her. Emma has no idea what she has just started.