Forbidden Teacher Student Fucking, Part II
Teacher student fucking certainly ranks high on my list of favorite things! But it should come as no surprise to you… Who doesn’t like the fantasy of engaging in something so frowned upon? That’s pretty much the ultimate XXX relationship – the authoritative figure partaking in scandalous activities with one meant to remain a pupil of some sort? Or maybe a patient? You know what I mean!
I certainly am so stranger to teacher student fucking! And I’m proud to say I have a string of teachers and professors in my Carmen Portfolio!
As you might recall from my teacher student forbidden sex story, I’ve certainly enjoyed being a silly school girl crushing on her hot math teacher. But that game eventually got old. I hate being bored, so by the time I got to college, I knew I’d need a lot more.
My previous teacher sex stories will also reveal that I am a HUGE geek or nerd – whichever you prefer. So by all means, teacher student fucking could very well start with intellectual fucking. I knew this to be true when I enrolled in Professor Garcia’s special relativity class.
Let’s face it. The man was pure genius. He taught a subject that none of us could fully grasp. It didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes and spoke with a sexy Argentinian accent. He was attractive, but not in the standard American way. Professor Garcia had strong features – a pronounced jaw, a nose that gave him character and a full head of dark hair.
Thirty minutes into his first class and I was already sitting in my chair drooling. His brilliant words dazzled me, and for me, that’s when the intellectual fucking began. I’d think about us having martinis and then fantasize about creating our own teacher student fucking story. It’d be like mental foreplay followed by a torrid fuck fest that would inevitably last an hour or three.
So I begin doing what I do best. Staying after class or visiting him during office hours. I had lots of questions to ask him. Time dilation, when put in the context of teacher student fucking, made a lot more sense. As two people cum over and over again together, an hour begins to feel like three.
Naturally these dirty analogies remained in my head. They would only resurface when I’d sneak off in the corner of the library to get myself off while thinking about Professor Garcia.
But I didn’t seem to be making any sort of progress. My naughty school girl methods were inefficient in college. This was a much more challenging situation.
Occasionally, during my frequent office visits, I’d catch a curious glance in his brown eyes, but it’d die off pretty quickly. That, and he never really revealed too much about himself, despite my numerous attempts at breaking down his walls.
I admit I became frustrated. Would teacher student fucking only be achieved on an intellectual level in this case? Surely this crush turned into obsession would give me more than topnotch masturbation material?
What don’t YOU tell me what you think happens? Maybe my teacher student fucking story can have different endings based on your mood? Perhaps you want to tease me, torture me or finally give me what I long for? Call me at 1-888-413-5974 for the most creative role-play phone sex!
