Take Me Teacher

Young Stanley has been lusting after his teacher ever since the start of college. Luckily, his teacher is only too eager to satisfy his needs.

Erotic short story. Highly explicit. Contains themes such as first time, anal sex, toy play, orgasm delay and light BDSM.

Excerpt:


Richard reached out to tilt his student’s chin up and Stanley almost jumped at the sudden touch. “There’s nothing for you to be afraid of, alright?” he asked, holding eye contact. Stanley nodded slowly.


Richard took him by the arm, making sure not to be too rough. Rough would have to wait for another time. “Follow me.” He led him up the stairs to his bedroom. Stanley’s eyes fixed on the large four poster bed and Richard watched him with amusement, and growing desire. “Undress,” he said simply, wanting to see how well his student would react to orders.


Stanley took it well, slowly shedding out of his clothes after only a moment’s hesitation. Maybe he had realized that he had passed the point of no return. He blushed under his professor’s gaze as Richard’s eyes traced over the muscles that revealed themselves beneath his shirt.


“That, too,” Richard said as Stanley’s hands stopped at the waistband of his boxers. His student hesitated, then nodded and finally got rid of the last piece of his clothing. He was not as well hung as Richard, few people were, but the way his c**k strained up above his balls, already hard, had something enticing nonetheless. Richard licked his lips.


“Lie down on the bed,” he said. “On your back.”


Stanley followed the order without hesitation this time. Richard stepped up to the bed and rummaged through a cupboard on the dresser next to it. “I’m going to tie you up,” he said, procuring some rope and holding it out for his student to see. Stanley’s mouth opened slightly and Richard waited for the protest that never came. Good boy.


“I’m going to teach you a few things today,” Richard said. “But I will teach you on my terms. Understood?”


Stanley nodded and didn’t protest when Richard took his left arm and looped the rope around his wrist before securing the other end to one of the bed posts, allowing for some wriggle room, but not enough for Stanley to move away, or come free on his own.