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Simon arrived at college in plenty of time for his lesson which by sheer luck happened to be French with Miss Duval, the object of his desires.Usually Simon was incredibly focused but the events from the previous evening had proved to be quite distracting and of course, his lack of attention was not lost on Miss Duval who prided herself on knowing her students inside and out.“Simon, can you give me an example?”Simon flushed, “I’m sorry, “he stuttered. “I don’t know…”“No, you won’t know will you?” Miss Duval interrupted, “If you had been listening to me in the first instance rather than daydreaming, you would have known what the question was?”Simon looked at her sheepishly and could feel his cock stir in his jeans as his eyes dropped down to the French teacher’s cleavage that looked like it was straining to escape her tight fitting blouse. The sternness of her tone only served to excite him further.“I want to see you after the lesson Simon.”Miss Duval turned her back on the class and started to write a list of French questions on her whiteboard.“Great, “thought Simon. “She wants me to concentrate then proceeds to turn round so I can see her arse through her tight pin stripe skirt and I can also see two bump on her thighs which suggests she is wearing suspenders.”Simon saw a flash of Miss Duval undressed in her bra, stockings and suspenders in his mind. Slowly she was bending over her desk spreading her legs wide, begging him to fuck her.His fantasy was broken as Miss Duval spun round on her heel, her black marker in hand. Quickly she fired questions around the class until thankfully for the students; the college bell rang heralding the end of the lesson.The sound of chairs being scraped back as the students hurriedly grabbed their bags to get to their next lesson on time, resounded around the classroom. Simon remained seated concentrating on looking at the pen in his hand, too shy and embarrassed to look up.He heard the classroom door shut and felt a slight breeze against his cheek and smelt a waft of perfume as Miss Duval passed by his desk.“Look at me Simon,” she said as she sat on her desk in front of him. Carefully she crossed her legs, pulling down the hem of her skirt as if to try and cover the upper half them which was clearly an impossible feat seeing as her skirt was, a) too tight and b) at best it was just a centimeter past thigh length.“Right, would you care to tell me what happened this morning Simon? You’re usually one of my best pupils, however, today it’s like you are living in another world.”Simon shrugged, “I didn’t get much sleep last night that’/s all.”Miss Duval raised her eyebrows, “Really, and why not?”Simon felt his cheeks flush with the heat of embarrassment. He could hardly say that he had been kept awake listening to his father fucking his Aunt and the fact that this had led to a marathon masturbation session. A session which had heavily involved Miss Duval being forced to put her lips round his cock.Instead, Simon looked up and had no other option but to lie, “I don’t know why I couldn’t sleep. It just happens sometimes, it happens to everyone I suppose.”Miss Duval nodded, “Of course we all have nights when sleep eludes us, but to be honest Simon I don’t believe you. I could understand if you looked like you could just fall asleep Acıbadem Escort at any moment, but you was positively distracted the whole lesson. Do you have things on your mind?”Simon wanted to tell Miss Duval the reason he had been kept up all night, just to see the reaction on her face, to see if the situation turned her on. He almost laughed out loud at his preposterous thought. Jesus, if he told Miss Duval what was really on his mind he would be expelled on the spot for talking such filth to a teacher.“You see Simon,” Miss Duval continued, “I know what lads of your age are like, all that testosterone flooding through you and not to mention how readily available porn is these days. Gosh, there is a prolific amount of it on the internet. Sometimes I wonder how I manage to get a hundred percent attendance rate, especially from the lessons that are first thing in the morning.”She paused and smiled at Simon before leaning forward, gently stroking his cheek with her hand. “I know you fancy me, Simon,” she said gently. “In fact, I know exactly which pupils desire me, why do you think I always sit on my desk? It’s to tease you all because I know you all want to look up my skirt,”Miss Duval gave a small laugh, “Sometimes I reward all the adulation by giving a quick flash of my knickers.”Simon’s ears started to pound, his heart banging in his chest. He rubbed his sweaty palms against his jeans. Never in a million years could he have envisaged this happening. If he didn’t know any better he would think that Mandy had possibly dropped an acid tablet in his bottle of water because he felt like he was having a vivid trip. It was as if all his thoughts had been sent out into the universe and the one thing he had been wanking over was coming true.Miss Duval looked up at the clock on the classroom wall, “Listen, I can’t keep you any longer from your next lesson, Mr Dunn will be livid with me, but have you got any free periods today?”Simon licked his dry lips, “I have a free period after lunch.”Miss Duval’s eyes widened, “Really? It just so happens I have the same period free too and then there’s lunchtime and I don’t have anything planned.”She tapped her perfectly manicured nails on the desk deep in thought. Finally, she looked up like she had finally worked out her master plan, “Have you made any plans for lunch?”Simon usually went to the local café with his friends but he wasn’t going to admit that to Miss Duval, not if she had anything better to offer him. He shook his head, “No, I don’t have any plans for today.”Miss Duval nodded, “Okay, come back here at lunchtime okay?”Simon nodded and stood up, throwing his holdall over his shoulder, “I’ll see you then,” he said before quickly leaving the room.The hour Simon had to endure in Geography before it was time for lunch dragged and dragged and if Simon had been distracted in French, there was very little chance after what had happed with Miss Duval that he would be able to concentrate now.The college bell rang finally heralding the end of the lesson and Simon felt is stomach lurch with anticipation. As he left the classroom and walked into the corridor, Simon was met by his friend Alan.“Are you still coming to the caff?” Alan asked, as he plugged his earphones into his phone, Acıbadem Escort Bayan placing one in his ear.“I can’t, I have to go and see Miss Duval to go through some revision stuff,” Simon lied.Alan frowned, “What at lunchtime?”Simon nodded, “Yeah because I can’t go at home time because we have football practice and its mock exams next week.”Alan shook his head and patted Simon’s back, “Football practice has been cancelled. Apparently, Mr Walker is off sick and Mr James has to take the badminton team to an away match. Anyway, got to go and catch up with the others.”Simon watched as Alan darted up the college corridor weaving in and out of the other pupils, before disappearing through the double doors. Making his way to Miss Duval’s classroom, he didn’t have a clue what she had planned but the fertile side of his sexual imagination couldn’t help but move into overdrive.He imagined her unzipping her skirt and letting it drop to the floor before unbuttoning her blouse. He imagined her displaying her body to him in all its horny glory, his cock started to twitch at the thought.As his steps echoed around the corridor, his mind hopped to images of Miss Duval kneeling before him, unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out of his boxers. Her lips were glistening with desire to suck him relentlessly. By the time Simon reached the classroom his cock was rigid fit to burst. He knocked on the classroom door before opening it and walking inside.Miss Duval was sat at her desk marking some papers, she looked up and gave Simon a smile that told him she was genuinely pleased to see him.“Ahh, glad you could make it Simon,” she pushed her chair out from beneath her desk and stood up before walking over to the classroom door.Taking a key out of her blouse pocket she locked the door and pulled the narrow blind down to cover the glass, before walking over to the other side of the classroom and doing the same with the other window blinds. Flicking off the classroom light switch she walked over to Simon.“Right, that’s better all nice and private and I don’t know about you but the brightness of those lights is really off putting.“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Simon said, his heart thudding in his chest so hard it was giving him palpitations.Miss Duval sat on her desk, perching her pert bottom on the end of it.“So Simon, would you care to tell me what exactly had kept you up last night? Were you wanking? Put your bag down on the floor and sit down, standing there all awkward is making me feel uncomfortable.”Simon dropped his holdall on the floor and did as he was told.“So tell me, where you wanking?”Simon nodded, “Yes.”“What? All night?”“Not all night but for the majority of it,” Simon admitted.“How many times did you cum?”Simon watched as Miss Duval unbuttoned the first button on her blouse, the material gaped and Simon saw a bit more of her famous cleavage.“About three times I think.”Miss Duval raised her eyebrows, “Three times eh? And what did you wank about?” she asked opening another button on her blouse.“I dunno, all sorts of things.”“Oh come on, Simon,” Miss Duval admonished. “You must have been thinking about me surely, go on tell me the scenario.”Simon watched as she started to unclip her hair before shaking her locks free Escort Acıbadem so they tumbled across her shoulders. She pouted at him, adopting the air of a truculent little girl.“Please tell me,” she pleaded.Simon swallowed down the lump in his throat. Never in his wildest dreams could he ever have imagined being placed in this particular situation.“Yeah, I fantasise about you,“ he conceded. ”I imagine you sat on your desk and you hitch up your skirt and show me your stockings and suspenders. You push your skirt up around your waist and move yourself to the middle of the desk, propping your feet on the edge and opening your legs so I can see your knickers.”To Simon’s surprise, Miss Duval did exactly what he had fantasised about.“Shall I tell you what I fantasise about when I am ready to relax after a hard day of teaching?” She asked.Simon nodded, God his cock was throbbing ready to explode.“I imagine that while I am teaching you, you unzip your pants and play with your cock under the desk. Plenty of times I have used my vibrator and imagined it’s your cock Simon and that is’ the truth. I have brought myself to many an orgasm thinking of you fucking me.”Miss Duval opened her legs and showed Simon the black triangle of lace that was housing her pussy.“Do it then, “Miss Duval ordered. “Take out your cock and play with yourself under the desk and get yourself hard for me.”Simon fumbled with the button his jeans before pulling down n his zip, unleashing his cock from his boxers; it was as hard as a pole. Slowly he stroked himself with his fingers, before gripping his cock, moving his hand up and down his shaft.Satisfied he was now doing as he was told; Miss Duval slipped her fingers inside her knickers and started to rhythmically play with herself.“Tell me more about this fucking me fantasy,” she said as Simon watched her fingers start to move faster and faster. He felt an overwhelming urge to see her pussy but also liked the tease.“I imagine you pull your knickers to one side and show me your pussy. You tell me how much you want my cock inside you, but first, you want us to tease each other.”Miss Duval groaned before again doing exactly what he had said. She pulled her knickers to one side and showed Simon her shaven pussy. Her lips were perfect; in fact, it was the nicest cunt Simon had ever seen, even nicer than the ones he had filed into his favourite file of porn shots.He watched as Miss Duval’s fingers moved across the hood that housed the nub of her pussy. Slowly at first, she rubbed until she picked up pace, Simon watched and saw her pussy lips start to glisten as she continued to pleasure herself.“Have you ever fucked anyone, Simon?” She asked her voice hoarse with horny passion.“No,” Simon admitted. “I haven’t but I’d love to.”He touched the tip of his cock and felt the familiar drip of pre cum. Jesus, if he wasn’t careful he would blow his load right there and then.“Umm, “ Miss Duval murmured. “That is so horny and fits in perfectly with all my fantasies.”She sat up and unbuttoned the rest of her blouse before slipping it off her slender shoulders, showing Simon her ample cleavage encased in a black satin push up bra. She slid off the desk and licked her lips.“In my fantasy, I kneel down under the desk and suck your cock. Have you ever had your cock sucked?”Simon shook his head.“Well, we will have to sort that out for you won’t we? Push your jeans and underwear down to your ankles; I don’t want any restrictions okay?”Simon really felt like he had died and gone to heaven as he pulled down his jeans and freed himself from the restraints of his boxers.
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