Chapter 4 sexting my proffesor (accidentally)

The Internet is terrifying, it's this horrid vast space without even any imaginary boundaries. There are safe websites, good websites that lead to bad websites and worst websites. There's smut, there's pornographic content for all your bizarre fantasies that you can't even talk off as a person. Webcams, anonymous chat sections, fantasy clubs, darkest unseen parts and what not. Just like every other person I had my own addictions, although I wasn't keen on the normal social media apps like Instagram.

Several months ago I had discovered this anonymous social website where profiles like deepthroat_bunn and blondeslut discussed fantasies. It was fun in fact, you got matches with the person who shared similar fantasies. Generally those I chatted with were from a thousand miles away, decade or decades older. Once or twice I had video chat, watching them cum over their mobile screen. Meanwhile I fingered myself a little faster.

Clicking a shit load of erotic pictures, my mobile was full of security passwords, secure folders hidden and organized with my titty pictures, my fingers hiding my nipples, cunt pictures where the bikini hid the labias, and so much other that'll make them crave me. They did, my fantasies overcrowding theirs, but mine unfilled since they were soft doms, the ones you can call cute rather than sexy.

After months I had seen thousands of dick pics, from veiny and long, or short but thick, long rod like with a big leaky tip, to etcetera. I never got tired of the praises, oh you make me so hard, that made me clutch my thighs together in front of my textbooks, a slow smile creeping as I patted my shoulder mentally for clicking sucha seducing picture.

Because outside of this tempting, alluring, and anonymous world there was just a studious girl, one that has never got bad grades in any exams. Yes, I was deprived of friends or someone to talk to about my day about, but those iddy biddy websites just made my heart pound well enough and made me feel a little less lonely.

Afterall i loved sex. Everything about it, what's not to love? It always bothered me how everyone disguised sex as the act of penetrating which inturn gives you pleasure, however as I indulged further into books and scientific articles, sex is so much more than an act of orgasm or climax. In Fact there's no such climax in sex. You shouldn't even chase the pinnacle. You should follow your pleasures, so I followed mine, I took pictures, I sexted as much as I could such that I could acquire a little more knowledge, be a little more seductive, and mysterious.

My profile had not much rather three pictures, one I wore a silk camisole without any undergarments, it was a stark winter, which made my nipples rock hard. Another which I posed in a bikini. Third, was a lazy pose with a bun and tee. Each was devoid of face, as it was a policy of that website.

I hated relationships, they were so mundane, so demanding but this was much easier and I would be a fool to get attached.

Since I was done with my assignments and my parents weren't home, I decided to login into my account again. Checking text requests and accepting follow requests. One caught my attention, in the pfp was a monochromatic image of a guy with broad shoulders and muscular abs, a prominent v line latched with stretched veins along a trail of hair down his navel hidden under low waist pants. His face was cropped, only the overgrown beard over Adam's apple was visible. Above that he has a sparse bit of chest hair, hairy forearms and my prime attraction is the bicep vein.

He has sent just a simple 'Hi', to which I replied back 'Hey'. Proceeding to check his profile further, his feed had a single post with him posing on a pull up bar, showcasing the perfect musculature of his back prominently. Scrolling further to his interests he had chosen poetry, erotic literature, gym and music. I smiled, as it was the first time someone had erotic literature in their interests, that i have witnessed. I moved excitedly backward, leaning against the headboard as the bar showed typing.

'How old are you?' it showed. The website did not have any particular age information, rather symbolized the age group you're in, for me it was 18-25. 'twenty two', i wrote in complete wordings, signaling im interested in chatting. 'What about you?' again the online went into typing format as another text popped, 'thirty two', that's sucha lana del rey song age, i thought. On the contrary, I'm eighteen, a fresh adult whose birthday just slipped a month before.

I had already mentioned in my fantasies that I'm into older guys, so I scrolled over to him, wanting to check out a bit more about him. dom, it said, brat tamer, i bite my lips suppressing a mischievous giggle. 'so you're into erotic literature?', a minute ticked by as i doubted if he went offline, 'yes, I infact teach literature', I huffed at the "yes", nor yeup neither yea, just yes, that was by far the most humbled sentence i had heard here. 'I am deeply fascinated by erotic literature, even poetry. I love to write, do you write?' I then switched to his profile. 5 miles away? He's from around here. It means i can meet up, probably let's see.

'sometimes. mostly my time goes by correcting mistakes of these stupid students' i sneered biting my nail as my english professor popped in my mind, and how much of a arrogant ass he is. 'oh you teach at university?' I asked out of curiosity, 'unfortunately, high school needed more time for this book I'm working on'.

'what kind of book?' he sent a smirk emoji following, 'what do you think?' I sat back contemplating, 'erotica?', obviously what else would that smirk be about. 'no', my god he sucks at emoticon use. 'romance?' I hoped again. 'no something gross, full of gore and thriller kind', what... was the smirk about then?

'ooh that's interesting', I switched to his profile again as he was taking a hell minute to reply again. 'so you're from around here?' he had texted, 'uhm yeah pretty much', I was unsure of why he asked that obvious question. 'what do you do then, are you in an university?', I smiled mischievously typing, 'yes, I'm studying english literature',

'that's great, so what'd you wank about little girl', I smirked at the question, thank god we are getting kinky it was getting awkward otherwise. 'humm older men, I'm afraid', this time he had sent the perfect smirk emoticon, 'why are you afraid, I presume you're at the right place.' By now the smirk on my face was irreplaceable, it was time to play my cards, 'oh does it signify you like little girls like me, daddy', I think he was staring at that text as his status was yet online but there was no typing going on.

'Daddy likes to punish naughty girls like you', I moved to the bedrest, leaning against it, as I typed back, 'how would you punish me', 'hard enough for you to remember daddy's red prints on your ass', I squeezed my thigh together. 'Can I see your abs daddy', typing and my anxiety reached heights, 'sure darling' came with an attached picture of some Greek god level of musculature, defined abs with a trail of tatted letters which was difficult to read because of their size. but what made me sweat instantly was his defined v line pushed downwards into his sweatpants with another trail of veins and sparse hair. 'fuck daddy i so wanna lick those' sending quickly I admired his body again.

'tell me cherry what's your darkest fantasy', I thought for a minute before amswering, 'not sure, getting fucked when my parents are in next room, or getting fucked in the balcony at midnight, butt naked, either of it', satisfied by my answer i waited for his reply, 'how about stuffing your sweet little mouth with my cock and fucking your throat till you are a writhing mess', I hummed in anticipation rubbing my thighs, 'I would love riding that cock daddy'.

I opened my gallery choosing the picture I took yesterday of sitting on my knees, thighs spread leaning forward with a bikini barely holding my spilling titties in place. My body despite being eighteen has been curvy, my tits have grown almost to size double d and I have a bit of a tummy, that I'm definitely not ashamed of. I sent the picture to him with a text, 'like what you see, daddy?'

an audio call came from the other side, my heart beat hastened looking at the guy calling me, i picked it up before it would stop ringing. "Hello daddy '' I spoke in a sultry voice, hearing him hum in arousal before the reply reverberated, "hey little girl", I almost gasped at his silvery voice, dark and dirty. "uhm is your voice usually this dark and sexy", he chuckled, and my ears rang with vibrations that quickly wetted my cunt even more. "What are you upto, darling", I heaved a breath, "nothing crazy, just some leftover literature assignments to complete'', "and how about if I could suck that wetness off your little cunt lips" I straight up moaned at his husky voice dominating voice. "i would have rode your tongue then, grinded on your nose and would be dripping my juices down your beard."

"Sounds pleasing, are you touching yourself cherry", he asked with suspicion, "ahh it's hard to contain with your voice, daddy", he chuckled again, as I felt myself clench while rubbing my now seeping clit. "how'd you know, are you hard?" I asked while blushing, "uh huh daddy knows by your heavy breath and breathy moans, now don't be a shy moan for daddy", I hummed again, breathily moaning before my fingers flicked my erected nipples under my bra.

"wait a second daddy lemme take off my clothes" I blurted before pulling the tank top over my head, unclasping my lacey bra, then getting out of my shorts, "good girl, now touch yourself thinking about daddy's thick cock babygirl", I moaned a little louder this time as the chilled air heightened my senses. "ah- ah can i see your cock daddy", he silently contemplated for a moment, "uh huh let's do a video call, I'm very hard right now" I freezed my heart beats echoing in my ears, "ahh okay gimme a minute", I cut the call quickly moving over to the dressing counter to comb my hair, and apply lip tint.

after taking a calming breathe which obviously did nothing, I video called him, every ring sending some deadly shivers down my cunt. he picked up the video call, his face cropped out of the frame so I even placed mine as such, his neck was even fucking sexy, he was wearing a white tee. "you wont take off your shirt, daddy" he released a throaty laugh, with me gawking at the bob of his Adam's apple, "okay honey its off", he pulled it over his head, his muscles flexing at the action. And the wrist watch on his hand, oh it seems familiar, I have seen it somewhere, even the ring on his right little finger.

"wanna see it babygirl", I pushed back my hair, straightening it down my left shoulder, "yes daddy" I bite my fingernails in anxiety as i watched him angle his camera lower to his strained boxers, tented with his hard on, and also his cock sprung as he slides it down his hairy thighs. IT WAS HUGE. not the regular kind of dick, it was a hell of pornographic dick, with veins running down his shaft, it was even thicker at the bottom. with the precum dripping out of his tip, which he rubbed over his cock.

I moaned at that, my fingers automatically rubbing my creamy slits. "fuck daddy your cock is so freaking big" , "rub your pussy for me babygirl, spread those lips", angling the camera lower to my spreaded legs, I watched him groan as my unshaved, wet as fuck cunt came in few, it was practically creamed around my lips with strings of wetness spreaded across my inner labias. my tummy was also in view but he seemed to care less about it, "your navel is so freaking sexy darling, i wanna lick it, I want to lick your cunt" he breathily whispered.

his hands massaging his tip, "put those fingers in darling, let me see how wet daddy have made you '' I whimpered before sticking two fingers into my cunt, to feel the whole dam, i have never been this wet in such a small period of time. "stick it out baby girl, let daddy see"...

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Already two lectures have passed out, with me zoning out on every second word, it's as if I'm still reminiscing about last night. it's hard to not imagine what he must look like, he seemed almost perfect though. Am I still drooling over his abdominal musculature? fuck yeah.

It was an English lecture, and my seatmate warned me of not zoning out again, as she was tired of pushing me back into reality before the professor could notice. I nodded simply, going through my phone before opening his chat again. i typed, 'hey daddy, what's up?' smirking, as the typing came back pretty quickly that i expected, 'walking over to my next lecture, babygirl', I had to put down my phone as Mr Deon Burton walked through the front door, allowing the door to close by itself. Is it me or Mr Burton have always looked so fucking sexy. I think he indeed is extremely scrumptious until he starts the lesson, and we witness the devil walking through our halls. I personally have never been scolded, because of my clean sheet grades, but the ruthless words he have used for the ones who cause disturbance is non-negotiable.

Adjusting my glasses, I crossed my legs, watching him roam around to the projector, showcasing today's topic of discussion. "Greetings, everyone, proceed to open the page, where we left the reading yesterday please".... wait- no shit, his voice is very identical to that guy. I haven't even asked his name.

Lazily pulling out my aesthetically markedly novel I slammed it on the desk inaudibly, all my highlighters lined nearby, as I tried to focus on the lesson for the hundredth time. Mr Burton stepped back glancing around the class to pick someone up for reading, "Ms. Danielle Richards, proceed" my thoughts about the greek god guy were pulled to be thrown out of the window, when my name echoed through the silent room. Adjusting my round lenses again, I stood up, it was my first time reading in front of this handsome hunk of a professor and I shall make an impression.

All along as the words slipped past my lips in the silken manner, Mr. Burton kept observing my face, boring his eyes deep into my soul as if he had seen me naked. His squinting eyes made me have a very funny thought, what if that guy was Mr Burton? which then faded as i read thoroughly, till he was satisfied. He started explaining the parts I read as I sat back down, my finger itching to open the text and type something to his text.

Hiding slightly behind the person infront i pulled out my phone typing vigorously fast, 'I'm also in an lecture, and i can't stop thinking about your cock daddy', happily i pulled the phone away, noticing Mr Burton was done with explaining and was now pulling out worksheets from a ginormous file, "50 questions, do it within 30 minutes and submit with your yesterday's assignment", that's when i remembered, i forgot to complete my assignment, fucking hell. Now I was going to walk through hell or probably be burnt to ashes there. Let it be, let's complete the assignment. I thought.

Munching on my fingernail I was halfway through the assignment as I felt my phone vibrate on my lap, he must have texted. I breathed out, determined to complete the sheet before I touched my phone, since the test was nothing difficult just about whatever he had taught yesterday. I completed it within ten minutes, taking a look at Mr Burton who seemed to be pretty occupied with his own mobile.

'neither can I, about your fucking pretty tits', is what he had replied to my text. 'i wouldn't mind yo...' my phone was snatched from my lap over to the fuming Mr Burton, "Danielle what have I told about mobile phone in classroom" his facials were relaxed, but as sharp as a knife. I bite my lips, nervously, my fingers itching to snatch it back before he witnesses what's on the screen. But, is fate even on my side?

He glanced over to the screen, mumbling what's so important and I could see his eyes widening, then mine, for witnessing the ring on his right little finger.

Fuck.

I screamed inside.

He glanced over to my face, still fuming but his eyes held much more darkness than just anger. "Miss Richards you'll have your phone after you're done with class". I nodded wishing the world to end right then. "Y-Yes sir" falling out in broken syllable when he arched his eyebrow at me.

The rest ten minutes passed by me pressing my legs together and glancing at Mr Burton to only find him staring at me with animalistic rage and slight of lust. The bell rang as he ordered the students to submit their assignments and then leave. I waited on my seat for everyone to leave as I then descended down stairs towards his table. The last kid fumbling out of the classroom as the door got closed again, leaving me and the guy who saw me orgasm freshly yesterday in a silent room, alone. The silence was fucking deafening. "your assignment?" he didn't even look at me to witness i was shaking my head so i had to speak, "I forgot to d-do it sir".

And the way he then looked at me was kicking me in the back of my knees to kneel, to either beg for forgivness or beg to be fucked. He chuckled, sitting back in his chair as he examined my face, then his eyes trail down to my tits and the skirt, then to my exposed legs. "you seriously have no idea how badly I want to bend you over on my thigh and fucking spank your slutty little ass tull you are writhing to be forgiven."

my toes curled inside my shoes and my thighs clasping a little more closer, "uhh I- '' , I was about to say sorry but he shushed me, asking me to lock the door and come here. I did as he said. "take off your glasses, it's really hiding the devil woman secretly sheltered in your bones", again no authority to not listen to his orders. "you tell me, lieing about your age and identity to talk to someone, is it good" I shook my head, "fucking answer when I ask" I nodded absent mindedly before , "yes dadd- yes sir" I pulled a button shit. I'm dead.

"Danielle tell me I can punish you for being such a brat" I was dumb struck, "huh" was all that left my lips before i was bending over his knees, my skirt lifting up to expose my favourite emerald lacy thong, "fucking hell, you're such a naughty little girl" he grunted in my ear while choking my neck, earning a moan.

My eyes were constantly burning, watering with tears trailing down my cheeks since the hold on my neck was tighter than I ever had experienced. My face was planted on his forearms, constantly inhaling whatever intoxicating perfume he was wearing, he smelled as if he walked out of the shower a minute ago. His palm cupped the bottom of my ass, squeezing so hard I had to force my thighs together, before a spank landed flat on it. "fuck, please" I gritted through my teeth barely being able to say it properly. "oh are you ordering me to fuck you Danielle", my eyes widened as another spank hit my bottom, stinging like the ants are doing a disco party over it.

"Count it, now" biting my lips and feeling angry about sexting my teacher, he pulled my thong further up, making my cunt lips pop out of the fabric completely drenched and exposed to this devil. Holding it further tight by the hand he choked me in, his spanking hand did the ritual he was supposed to again and again, till I was nothing but a limping mess. My mascara flowing down my cheeks and lips red from biting and sucking all of my gloss off. The braid I did this morning was now disheveled around my face.

"Humm this is more of a view, too drenched aren't you little girl", I whimpered, rubbing my thighs for some friction over his lusty, throaty voice. "aren't you the one having the view already, why bother asking me then" and before I could register the words leaving my lips, I had already planted a nuclear bomb, like all the time. He chuckled, forcing my chin to look at him, "mind your tongue danielle before I use it for something more productive."

And I rolled my eyes accidentally.

accidentally. but the way he turned absolutely cloudy, was a view for life. He pulled down my thong, making me feel the strings of my wetness being pulled apart. I was sure the thong is now way to be worn again, even he was gawking surprised at it, all his anger melting equally to something more sinister, of lust and desire. "are you always this drenched Danielle" and I nearly cummed by the way my name rolled off his tongue.

"Just for you, sir" I whimpered again, looking at him. "Next time you roll your eyes at me there will be some serious, serious consequences" I smirked. "Yeah whatever"

He leaned back, pushing me off his knee, making me kneel in between him. His man-spreaded thick thighs, accentuating the tented zipper, I swear it'll burst out. It was rested along his left waistline, the monster was awake and ready to fuck my brains out.

"take off your shirt" he commanded, his hand resting flat on his right thigh, another pinching his butt chin. I took it off without finding the voice in me to argue, under that fierce gaze. "bra too" I squinted my eyes at him, even if he's my teacher I hell am not going to be at his mercy.

Standing up abruptly, he made a 'you dare?' face, smiling I turned around, stepping backwards until my back was in front of him. "Help me please '' I acted innocent, sitting on his lap I rubbed my fingers along his clothed length, feeling him twitch as he unhooked my bra, letting my not so eighteen year old tits bounce free. I pulled the skirt over my head after unbuckling it. His fingers trailed down my back, waist, all the way from my neck to the rears of my upper thighs. Squeezing and slapping my breast till my nipples were erected, tweaking, twisting and pinching the bud.

Hooking my boots on the rears of his chair, I rode his clothed cock, dry humping till I felt like a needy little slut. His fingers unfolded my braid, making my waist long hair fall free. Grabbing a hold of my roots he pulled my hair whispering violently in my ear, "suck me", I got off his thighs, turning around to look at him in my naked glory. was it me or his eyes were amused looking at my curves. I bent down in front of him angling to whisper in his ear in my sultry voice, "fuck me, sir."

Chuckling he stood up, his height a foot longer than mine. It was even the first time I got to witness that he was so tall. He pulled out his tie, asking me to show my wrists to him. That, Just Fucking That. Made me even wetter if it's even possible to imagine.

With my wrists tied in his tie tightly, he pinned me against the first bench, asking me to lay back.

I nearly orgasmed again looking at his cock being pulled off the grip of his boxers, hanging humongous, thick, veiny and darker than the rest of his skin. "fuck that's so big, it's going to hurt?" he smiled rubbing my clit, bending down to lick my cunt, sucking while his two fingers slipped into the wet mess, and hell sure i was wrapping them tighter than glue as I felt it move to ever corner and crevice in my cunt. His other hand was holding my lips together to avoid making another loud moan slip but that was pure ecstasy, something that me with my fingers have never ever experienced.

As he pulled out and I opened my eyes he held softness rather than rage. He showed me his fingers dripping of blood, "are you virgin, danielle?" his eyes open wide. I nodded, biting my lips with my face burning with flames.

He spit on my cunt having his dick spread around, while rubbing his soft tip with my clit. I prepped my hands above my head as he was ready to thrust, curiously watching his dick slip inch by inch as a loud gut-ty moan escaped. "sshh," he pulled my mouth to his, kissing and sucking on my tongue as all the groans were vibrating down his throat. I sat up wanting to hold something, instead my nails stuck to his back. Arching my back, throwing back my head, I watched him slip further till he was three fourth deep. He pulled out rubbing, spreading and thrusting. Again for another three times till I was dripping my fluids off his dick. He pulled my body to his pinning my back against the board. my thighs now resting on his forearm and my hands around his neck, still tied with his tie.

He fucked me in my favourite standing position, holding on to my hips, and making the loudest clapping sound as his cock thrusted me. Making me hump before he thrusted again making the same sound.

Then, I never in hell expected to lose my virginity to my English teacher, above all.