teacher – Exploring Desires

Every day I watched you sitting in my classroom struggling to handle my lectures. I knew you tried hard, it was just over your head. But you needed to pass this class and I wanted you to succeed. There was just something about you. So quiet, so innocent, yet so simply pretty. Your eyes always down at your shoes or your desk but every now and then a glance at me. I noticed. I sensed your virgin crush, I could see you squirming in your chair. I had to admit I wondered what it would be like to see you out of those simple clothes you wore to hide your little figure.

Last night I graded the last set of tests and you barely squeaked by. If you made one wrong move you would not make it so I had to say something. In class I held you after. I offered to work with you privately after school and your response was a blush-filled thank you sir. I jotted down my address and later that evening after dinner you arrived with your book and notepad in hand. We started off going over the recent material as you had a hard time looking at me. “you know you have pretty eyes you should show them off instead of hiding them on the floor.” A light playful comment to help you relax. There was that little glance and a smile “Oh that is good too, yes a wonderful smile. I would bet all the boys were be happy to see it turned their way.” you giggled quietly and looked away red faced again. I laughed and went back to the next chapter.

After awhile I could see you were struggling with something. “What is it?” you wrinkled your nose. “Do you really think I have pretty eyes?” Warmly smiling at you. “Of course you do, you are a pretty girl, you just don’t seem to have any confidence in yourself……..just like your school work. I know you can handle this class and I think if you just took a chance and believed in yourself you could have all that you want in life.” Another smile and glance, a nod and back to the books. As we flipped through your notes page to page a little drawing was scribbled along the trim of the notebook. A heart and my name quickly had you close it and start to stand up. “Oh sir I am so….I should be going.” I lay my hand on yours “Now slow down, its ok to have, well crushes on teachers I had my share at your age.” But the embarrassment was already set in and you thanked me again and headed for the door. I walked you to it and watched you leave.

The next day in class you didn’t lift your eyes for a second and scurried in and out of class as quickly as you could. I figured I may of caused you more harm than good and for days you did the same. The day before the next test I greeted you as you walked in past me and you looked up at me with that warm glow on your cheeks. You were so adorable it was hard not to love you. I just chuckled to myself and ran class. Gave out the study guides as everyone left and headed home. It was after ten when there was a knock at my door. I had drifted off on the couch after a few glasses of wine with dinner. I opened the door to find you standing there. You stepped in as I closed the door. You confessed you were worried about the test tomorrow and I saw you clutching your notebook. “Well then come in and lets make sure you are ready.”

You walked into the living room and sat on the couch. I cleaned up my dishes as I saw you looking at the wine. “Have you had wine before?” A quick shake of your head no as. It may help you relax. I pour alittle in a glass and hand it to you. I clear out all the rest and as I sit down see the glass was empty. “Alright then lets get started.” We worked through each section slowly and I noticed you had relaxed some, you even were looking at me as I talked. When I asked you questions you did wrestle with several areas but I went over them in other ways to make it clearer to you. It was almost midnight when you left, thanking me as you headed out.

In the morning as you walked in you smiled and I wished you good luck as everyone found their seats. I handed out the test and sat at my desk waiting to find out if everything we did helped. After classes were finished I took all the tests home and spent the evening grading. A bottle of wine and a red pen scribbling away as I was happy to see most of my students were doing very well. Then I got to yours, I made my marks and smiled as I finished the rest.

Class started with the normal nervous chatter around the room as I handed out the grades. You sat there with your hands folded on your desk as I set it down in front of you. I touched your hands “Great job, you did it!” as you looked at your first B+ and actually squealed with excitement over it. Laughter and more blush but well earned. You seemed to sit a bit taller the rest of the day. At home I made a big dinner and watched some tv. Tonight a glass of whiskey and a deep sigh as I had made a difference. I could not help but think how you were glowing, how pretty you looked, how I needed to get out more….laughing to myself as I heard a knock on the door. Opening it you lept up and hugged me tight. I could feel your firm little breasts under your dress pressing against me and your lips peck my cheek. “Thank you sir so much you saved me.” I set you down and closed the door. “No you did all that yourself, I told you find confidence in yourself.” You walked in apologizing for just showing up but you needed to thank me.

“Sir can you help me with something else.” I walked up to you actually looking up to me. “Sure anything another subject giving you trouble?” You were nibbling your lip. “Help show me how to be confident, I mean you said I was pretty and I want to feel pretty but don’t know how?” I honestly was caught off guard, I had no real response. “Hmmmm wow that is tough?” I saw your eyes lower sadly “Sorry its silly I know.” I lifted your chin “Ok that right there, that is were you start. Look at me not the floor. You are a beautiful girl so look at me.” You did and smiled. You stepped closer to me. “You said if I wanted something I should just go for it?” I sensed what was about to happen and should of moved back but you leaned forward and kissed me lightly on my lips. Obviously never kissing someone before that was a bold move. “Um yes I did but with the kids at school, I meant.” Problem was I was craving you and shouldn’t be.

“But they all hate me and you are so nice to me.” you lay your hand on my chest “Please just show me I’m pretty, just kiss me and hold me and be with me so I can feel what its like to be with someone.” But you could never be with me and I would lose everything if I even let you know that I was attracted. “I have been studying online for this?” You leaned forward and kissed me very lightly again and tried to press against me. “But you know I can’t. Even though you are pretty, you are my student.” You just stepped closer and then put your hand between my legs rubbing over my now hard cock. “Oh my god its big.” I smiled “Um listen you will find a boy your age that would die to be with you.” As I pulled your hand away. “Sir you already know I want you, you are strong and handsome and I know you will teach me right.” Again your hand reached down and rubbed me as I realized how unusually aggressive you were being with me. It was hot and I was starting to heat up to it. You felt my cock throb to your touch so you let me go and quickly pulled off your top exposing your bare breasts to me. “Please just take me, show me love.”

You kissed me again and this time I kissed you back while lifting you up off the floor. You wrapped against me and I carried you upstairs. My manhood thumping against you as you pressed to me. I lay you on the bed and slipped off your jeans. I undressed as you lay there looking over my body. I shouldn’t be but I could not resist you. I lay down over you touching you in ways to prepare your body. Thick heavy fingers across your chest and down between your legs as you shivered. You were wet so easily and your sweet scent was filling the room. You grabbed my wrist and the look in your eyes let me know you had to cum so I helped you finish. You shook and moaned as I dipped my finger inside as you came.

“Sir yes please, don’t stop, please.” I move your legs back exposing your bare puffy mound and I guided my heavy cap to you. “Are you sure…….” I slipped my hand behind your neck as you nodded and whimpered yes sir. I eased into you and went deep as your juices glazed my shaft. Every stroke was long and deep as your little body quivered under me. I have no idea how many times you came but I made sure you touched the way you deserved to be. I held your gaze and talked lovingly to you as I pumped my cock deeper and faster. I gave you gentle kisses as you whispered for more. Then I felt my own orgasm edging, you felt me swelling inside you. “cum in me, cum in my sir.” I couldn’t risk it so I slowed myself and pulled free aching as I did. “I know what to do.” You placed your hand on my chest so I would roll on my back and you wrapped both hands around my slick cock stroking me faster. You had been studying something because it took you no time to release me. Every thick burst from my cock was captured in your wide eyes. Then you looked at me with a bit of a grin “my god that was so hot.” Down you went, mouth surrounding it and sucking me clean. Then you climbed off of my bed and grabbed your clothes. “See you in class sir.” I sat up and felt like I needed to explain or say something but you cut me off. “Its ok I won’t say anything but I hope you will help me study again next time.” I nodded as you left the room confidently knowing you would be back.

You drew the short straw and were chosen to slip into my classroom to find the answer key to the first big exam of the year. Maybe studying was not such a bad idea as you worried what would happen if you got caught, failing grade? Expelled? Your father would kill you for sure. But you all agreed and now everyone watched as you left the lunch room. Down the quiet hall, the teachers would be in the lounge so you hurried to my room and slipped inside. You looked around at the small file cabinet but nothing of real value, mostly things I took away from students that were distracting. You laughed at the dirty magazine next to a pile of fidgit spinners.

You rummaged around in the desk, bullseye. Several files with homework, quizzes, exams, you quickly flipped to the exam and that is when you heard the doorknob squeal. Panic filled your mind as you shut the drawer and cringed under the desk. You heart beating so fast you knew I would hear you. God please tell me he just forgot his phone or something, but no I sat down and leaned back in my chair. You tried to hold your breath but realized you would gasp for air as you saw me open the file cabinet. My eyes only inches away from spotting your hiding place. Lucky for you my eyes were searching for something else. I closed the file cabinet and you heard me flipping through pages. You mind silently begging for me to leave, my hand moved down between my legs and rubbed over my slacks. Was he getting hard?

The magazine, you covered your mouth to muffle the giggles as your eyes widened. I had started to unzip my pants. I was one of the teachers all the girls talked about and here you were watching me pull free my cock to masturbate right in the class room. You were frozen as I started to slowly play, jerking my cock into stiffness. I groaned a bit and leaned back as I looked over the spread. You covered your eyes out of normal embarrassed reaction only to realize I didn’t know you were there. You watched my stroking till you felt the dampness in your panties. Skirt moved away easily as you reached down between your own legs. You had never seen porn but you were watching it now, live in front of you and your body had never felt so heated. You fingered your pussy slow and deep as you watched me swelling in my fist. Suddenly I burst under my desk, my seed splashing onto your leg right as you reached the edge of your own excitement. You came hard, shaking as my cream ran down your inner thigh. I stood quickly and you heard the door close. Probably to clean up in the restroom before next bell. You slipped out from under the desk and wiped off my cum as you hurried back to the lunchroom. Everyone would be pissed you could not find the answers, but you did find something they would of all wanted to see. But this one was just for you, private lesson that you would revisit in your mind later tonight.

How about this one, Daddy…?

It was hard enough to deal with school starting in a new town at her age, but knowing her dad was one of the teachers was just unfair. They both agreed they needed the move but she was a nervous wreck about how her classmates would treat her being the teachers kid. Plus, she was jealous. Their old town was small and well there just wasn’t to many single attractive women to distract her fathers love from her. What if he found someone? Would their “special love” end with him falling for another? Would she be able to keep from looking at him the way she did at home? She curled up in bed the night before her first day crying with her mind swirling on all that was to come.

In the morning she woke, showered, had breakfast with him. He looked so good in his button down shirt and pants. He had already complimented her on how sexy she looked and warned about all the boys who would surely be drawn to her. “You will have them tripping over themselves…..” was he jealous too? It made her a bit more confident as they drove to the school. They dare not kiss like they do at home when they share love. Just a quick kiss on the cheek and head to their own classrooms. He tried not to look at her too long as she walked away. He was just as nervous. He wanted to impress and win over his students as he stepped into first period.

For both of them the day was good, yes the whispers were there about her dad teaching and even a few about wondering if he was single. She had never considered younger girls being a threat but it made her worry more. He noticed the eyes of the boys passing by her in the hall off an on during the day. The way they lifted her skirt or unbuttoned her blouse in their dirty thoughts. Would it be wrong to slam one of them in a locker to scare the lot away from his precious little girl? Probably not good for job security. Besides she knew how to handle herself.

After lunch she had free period to study and as she sat in the library she could not focus. She asked to be excused for the restroom and she slipped down the hall to find his room. He was there going over a lesson plan with an empty room. She pulled the door open slowly, hoping she was not disturbing. “Hey beautiful how’s the day so far.” His voice always calmed her. He sensed she was still a bit on edge. “Come here.” She smiled and moved to sit on the edge of a small table beside his busy desk. “It’s ok, teachers are ok, kids are nice mostly.” That smirk he gave her melted her. “Mmmmm hmmm well give it time ok, nothing settles in the first day. They will love you just like I do.” He stood up and walked over in front of her. Looked at the door then leaned down with a soft warm kiss. “Mmm thanks daddy I needed that.” “Me too…you are really worried aren’t you?” A little nod. He looked at the door again, walked to it, pulled the shade over the little window and locked the door. “Listen I am too, but we can do this together ok. How about we take a quick minute and help each other relax ok.”

She brightened up knowing very well what that meant. She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his arms quickly as he reached under her skirt to pull off her panties. A quick fumbling at his buckle as he lay her back and pushed inside. They didn’t have long but they needed each other. Heated kisses as his large hand pushed up her top and massaged her soft breasts. Every pump of his hips shook the table as she fought to be quiet. At home she would scream out her passions but here she had to muffle. Laying there she watched her handsome father thrusting into her as she felt her orgasm crash against his body only to watch his expression change as he found his edge. She squeezed her breasts knowing how he loved to watch her touch herself as he buried his cock in deep and filled her with cream. He pulled out slow as he kissed her again then helped her pull up her panties. They quickly got dresses, then he pulled a pad out of his desk to scribble on. Handing the paper to her “What is this?” “A hall pass so you don’t get in trouble on your first day, benefits of having your dad as a teacher here.” a quick kiss as she rushed for the door. “Oh daddy there are more benefits than I ever imagined with you here.” Back to class with a smile and a bounce, feeling his seed warming her inside. It was a perfect first day.

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You were always the cutest ballerina as a child but as you grew up I stopped going to your shows. I honestly was having an issue with all those young girls in leotards prancing around, doing spreads and splits. I guess I was just a old dirty man but I didn’t want to admit the real reason was you. Your body started to develop and I found myself even at home being aroused when I saw you, there was no way I could sit there and watch you moving around in a body suit without physically aching.

It became a bit of an argument with your mother and part of our separation. I think she knew. We had grown distant and when you were home I couldn’t hear her. Our sex life was gone and I was avoiding your special events as you became a premier dancer. I hated myself for it but you never once acted upset by it. You graduated and other than my visitations we still talked on skype all the time. You had earned a dance scholarship and an internship at the local studio you had competed with for a dozen years.

Last night you begged me to come see you teach the young girls. I grumbled a bit playfully but I missed you now that you were tied up with school and work. I arrived and you were already in class. The girl at the desk told me I could see you by sitting in the adjoining dance room and looking through the small glass viewing window. So I stepped into the empty room and over to the connecting wall. I peered in to watch you dancing with them. Oh the kids were so adorable and you looked so beautiful. You really did. Can’t believe how you had grown. I found myself watching you move, stretch, float across the room teaching them the basics in perfect form. My mind wandered again.

How that pink tight outfit stretched over your breasts, firm, tight body. You bend and I felt my body respond. You lifted a leg and I found my hand moving over my swollen crotch. Fuck I should not of come. This was still a bad idea and there was clearly something wrong with me. I started to turn to head out of the empty viewing room when I heard the door open behind me. I turned to see you running at me with a leap I caught you. your soft lips on my cheek as you clung around me. The your smile changed. You slid down off my body and looked at my aroused state. “Daddy you still get hard watching me dance?” You hadn’t called me that in years. I almost choked. I couldn’t, I didn’t….what to do???

“Hold on” you giggled a bit and walked over to the door watching the other room. The the lights went off “So lucky that is the last class tonight. They are gone now.” you turned and walked back to me with that warm look in your eyes. “Its ok daddy………” “You knew?” “It’s why I still dance.” I reached over and held my face and kissed me. She started to unbutton my shirt and I stopped her. “its not….we’re not suppose too..” She stepped back and pulled her leotard down across her body exposing her stiff nipples. “I’m and adult now and I love you, I have always wanted to take care of you like mom didn’t. I knew about it all daddy and now we don’t have to worry about it anymore.” She stepped out of her outfit and returned to undressing me. She showed me a new way to dance, slow, passionate, bodies pressed, wet and hard together. My ballerina.

You had no respect for others, ever. Constantly interrupting my lectures with your talking, laughing, even phone calls. You were not just disrespecting me but you were interfering with the other students who were actually here to learn not just ride off of daddy’s coattails. A whole year of it and today you were at your worst. I could hear you bitching to someone behind my back about how your father would fix your grade and there was nothing I could do about it.

One problem with that theory. Your father had already called me about your slipping grades. He was fully aware of your smart mouthed, entitlement attitude and told me it was time you learned to be an adult after all the years of him covering for you. His words *give it to her good!*

So when you walked past my desk with that shitty smirk I told you to stay back. You just grumbled as your friends laughed and wished you good luck. I followed them to the door and locked it. The look on your face was comical and even better as I sat on the corner of my desk explaining the conversation I had with your savior. Your face was pale, learning I was about to hold you back a year. Oh yes “I can absolutely do something about it” jabbing you for your earlier comments to your friends. Then the begging, pleading, fumbling attempt of respect. I just stood and pulled off my belt. Being a catholic school a good hard spanking was well within my limits and I could see you stepping away from me. I had other ideas.

“You want to pass this class? You will start to respect the lessons you are taught here, today you are going to get a lesson you will never forget and you can thank yourself for deserving it!” I pulled you over “Hands on the desk” You refused as you tried to bribe your way out of it, swearing that you couldn’t handle being spanked. “Who said I was going to spank you?” With that I turned you around and ran my hands down your blouse, ripping it open to feel your soft breasts heaving in my hands. You struggled, swearing your father would never allow this. “His exact words……….give it to you good!” Skirt flipped up, panties torn off, I stuffed my fat cock in your slutty cunt and pinned your arms behind you as I fucked the disrespect out of you.

When I was done, I pulled out with my seed spilling out of you, tears on your face, and apologies flowing from your lips. You tried to straighten yourself up as you gathered your scattered things and rushed out of my classroom. The next day you were prim and proper in class. Silent and focused as I taught. At the end of class you lowered your eyes and walked quietly to the door. Lesson learned!

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I got to my car and realized I didn’t have my cell, where the hell had I left it? It must still be on my desk in the classroom. The halls were already so quiet as my footsteps echoed down the halls. I could see as I approached my room the door was partially open. Odd, I know I shut it behind me. I pushed lightly as it swung open finding you sitting on my desk with a smile. “What are you doing in here..” I stopped mid sentence as I watched her scrolling through my cellphone. You just bit your lip as I walked up and snatched it from you. “More importantly what the hell are you doing going through my personal things?”

You just giggled at me “I didn’t know you were so kinky Mr. Masters” my heart went into my throat. I had pics from the bdsm club I frequented. It was out of town so I never expected anyone to find out and here one of my best students was looking at me with a gleam in her eyes. “What I do in my private life has nothing to do with you miss…get your butt off my desk and get on your way.” I started to delete the images kicking myself for taking them in the first place but I had run into old friends and the drinking was clearly out of hand for me to do so. “Awe don’t delete them Sir, they were so hot, I was hoping you could send them to me.” I scrunched my nose and brow in anger. “I would lose my job and you even being in here after school hours is wrong.” But you reached over and crawled your fingers up over my tie with a flip. “What are you doing?”

“Thinking about how naughty you are has me all wet Sir, god if anyone knew what you were into….” I grabbed your wrist “You will tell no one or…….” You signed seductively “………Or what? God tell me what you want to do, would you punish me Sir?” I groaned. “Go on, go home, you don’t even understand what you are talking about. “Oh but I do Sir, I let my boyfriend spank me good, but his hands are not as strong as yours. Fuck these panties are wet Sir..” I watched you slip them off and your legs open. I didn’t have to see how wet you were, I could smell the sex dripping from your core and it had me hard as steel. “Am I pretty Sir?” an innocent tease as your legs part more. “Of…..Of course you are but you can’t, I can’t….you need to go home.”

I start to turn away. “Sir my body aches too much, I don’t think I can stand up without you.” another giggle as I was losing my control, damn that pussy smelled so good and I could clearly see the care you took trimming it to be seen. “I know you look at me in class and I can see by that thick outline in your pants you enjoy looking at me now, please Sir, nobody is here and I need a real man to take me.” You leaned back on your arms and as your legs butterflied open I could see the hungry look in your eyes as you looked at my obvious erection pressing to my slacks. It flipped a switch in me, one that should not be flipped. I moved over between your legs so you could feel my thighs pressed against your inner as I leaned down over you. My tie lightly brushing over your swollen little bud. “Are you a slut?”

“Your slut Sir.” I watched you sit up just enough to open the top of your dress for me. “My slut hmmmm…then show me what my slut is craving.” Your nipples were firm as you reached down and unbuckled me. You pulled me out and stroked me slow leaving my thick cap to brush up and down your soaked slit. Your eyes never left mine as I hovered over you. “I need this gorgeous cock inside me Sir, take what is yours.” I planted my hands down on each side of you and with a powerful thrust I buried my cock in you and held it there. You cried out in pleasure as your hands reached around to cup my ass and hold me there. “Fuck yes Sir, give your naughty girl her lesson plan!” I slammed my thick cock in and out of your quivering cunt as you lay back and took it deep. Every thrust shaking the desk as you called out for me to fill you. My mouth ravaged your breasts as you clung to me, pulling me in deeper to your body. Your back arching, hips bucking against my lunges, you burst.

Your orgasms clamped my throbbing cock as I felt the rise building quickly. “Yes oh god yes Sir, give it to me hard!” Fuck you body was wild under me as I pumped harder and deeper. No matter how rough my hands and mouth were on you, you begged for more. Your fourth orgasm was so hard you screamed out and I was so lost in you that there was no care if anybody heard. I had to cum so I pulled out quickly and being the good slut you are, scrambling to your knees on the desk to suck on my cock. I fisted your hair as you emptied my balls into your mouth then sucked and licked me dry.

With a satisfied grin you buttoned up your top then reached over to help my buckle my pants. “Thank you Sir just what I needed…and to think I should of stole your phone so much earlier.” Now realizing I had not left it there, that you had planned this. “Oh is that right, well now that you are my slut I expect you over to my house tonight for the spanking you deserve.” You hopped off my desk with a bounce in your step and rushed to the door. I saw your panties and picked them up. “You forgot these.” A light chuckle in my tone as you turned in the door. “No Sir, I don’t need to wear panties anymore do I?” Off your ran but tonight, tonight I was going to punish my naughty slut and teach you the rest of your lesson!

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I always came to class early. I liked to do a dry run of my lesson plan before the students arrived. As I walked in this morning you were at the board writing something.

“What are you doing?” you were always in trouble here and I could immediately tell today would be no different.

“I figured I would get a head start on all the naughty shit I am going to do today!” You dropped the chalk and walked over to me. Taking my laptop bag off my shoulder and holding my hand you walk me over to my desk. “I needed to talk to you about extra credit.”

“There is not enough extra credit on the planet for you to pass. You don’t think just because you wiggle a bare ass in a skirt that your grade will skyrocket do you.” I fold my arms as you shake your head no. “No I know, but I was thinking something else? I see how you look at me in class.”

“You need to spend time *thinking* about your school work” I did look at you, how could I not the way you dressed like every man’s dream and teachers nightmare. When you went to your knees and pulled my belt open I knew what you meant. I looked at the door and back down at you. Those soft wet lips, fingers pulling the zipper down. I felt your hand move under my shirt and over my stomach as your other pulled me free. Wide eyes and a gasp, your smile lightly wrapped around my cock.

I could feel you moan with my cock in your mouth. The thumping of my cock on your tongue as you attempt to swallow it. I watched you choke it down and bob furiously on it as I felt the rise. Your hand stroking, mouth sucking, nails dragging as I groan and lean back against the chalk board. That naughty little *give it to me look* as you pull your mouth back, stand and bend over my desk. I swatted your ass as pressed into you. A little squeal as you look back and take every thrust. My balls swelling and full as you push back into me. Then I felt you pussy spasm and grip my cock as it erupted into your slick cunt. You reached back and held me to you, making sure every drop was inside you.

“I guess you found out how to raise your grade.” I tucked my cock back in my slacks as you stood and smoothed out your skirt. “Give me your address and I will come over tonight an make it an A.

incestuous-creampie:

I love feeling daddy’s cock deep inside me as he fills me with his incestuous spunk.

You were always the cutest ballerina as a child but as you grew up I stopped going to your shows. I honestly was having an issue with all those young girls in leotards prancing around, doing spreads and splits. I guess I was just a old dirty man but I didn’t want to admit the real reason was you. Your body started to develop and I found myself even at home being aroused when I saw you, there was no way I could sit there and watch you moving around in a body suit without physically aching.

It became a bit of an argument with your mother and part of our separation. I think she knew. We had grown distant and when you were home I couldn’t hear her. Our sex life was gone and I was avoiding your special events as you became a premier dancer. I hated myself for it but you never once acted upset by it. You graduated and other than my visitations we still talked on skype all the time. You had earned a dance scholarship and an internship at the local studio you had competed with for a dozen years.

Last night you begged me to come see you teach the young girls. I grumbled a bit playfully but I missed you now that you were tied up with school and work. I arrived and you were already in class. The girl at the desk told me I could see you by sitting in the adjoining dance room and looking through the small glass viewing window. So I stepped into the empty room and over to the connecting wall. I peered in to watch you dancing with them. Oh the kids were so adorable and you looked so beautiful. You really did. Can’t believe how you had grown. I found myself watching you move, stretch, float across the room teaching them the basics in perfect form. My mind wandered again.

How that pink tight outfit stretched over your breasts, firm, tight body. You bend and I felt my body respond. You lifted a leg and I found my hand moving over my swollen crotch. Fuck I should not of come. This was still a bad idea and there was clearly something wrong with me. I started to turn to head out of the empty viewing room when I heard the door open behind me. I turned to see you running at me with a leap I caught you. your soft lips on my cheek as you clung around me. The your smile changed. You slid down off my body and looked at my aroused state. “Daddy you still get hard watching me dance?” You hadn’t called me that in years. I almost choked. I couldn’t, I didn’t….what to do???

“Hold on” you giggled a bit and walked over to the door watching the other room. The the lights went off “So lucky that is the last class tonight. They are gone now.” you turned and walked back to me with that warm look in your eyes. “Its ok daddy………” “You knew?” “It’s why I still dance.” I reached over and held my face and kissed me. She started to unbutton my shirt and I stopped her. “its not….we’re not suppose too..” She stepped back and pulled her leotard down across her body exposing her stiff nipples. “I’m and adult now and I love you, I have always wanted to take care of you like mom didn’t. I knew about it all daddy and now we don’t have to worry about it anymore.” She stepped out of her outfit and returned to undressing me. She showed me a new way to dance, slow, passionate, bodies pressed, wet and hard together. My ballerina.

He was your favorite professor and you were his, well that is what you told yourself in bed at night with your fingers dipping into your sex. He had such command, such poise, such large hands. Oh how they would feel against your creamy skin. You did everything to catch his eye, flirted every way you could, then decided that missing an assignment may get you in trouble. When you got a look from him today in class, one of disappointment you worried that maybe that was a bad idea. As the bell rang he called out your name “I want to see you in my office” Your panties had never been so wet. You gathered your things and scampered toward his office, standing there with shy eyes as he unlocked his door. “come inside, close the door.” cold, firm. Oh he was upset at you, that was not what you wanted. You closed the door and turned to him standing there. “I know what you are trying to do. Failing assignments just to see if I noticed? I notice everything. The way you chew on your pencil when I talk, twirl your hair as I lecture, part your legs when I pass out homework. Tell me……….how wet are your panties right now?”

Well if they were dry not anymore as your eyes raised from the floor and you bit your lip. You lifted your skirt and pulled down your now soaked cottons as he stepped closer. “They are drenched sir.” His grin spread and you knew he had been longing for you too. “Well lets make up that assignment privately then shall we.”

When my brother who was as dumb as rocks started to take night classes I knew he was up to something. “Writing class? You can barely read” I laughed at him but he was keeping something from me. So I followed him to his next class and when the door closed I peered through the small window in the door to see why he had a sudden interest in school. I signed up the very next day.