FORBIDDEN LUSTS

BRITTANY'S POV

"Oh god..." I tipped my head back, my legs quaking as I tried to keep my knees to my chest.

And fuck, I was trying. I was trying so hard. But the way his tongue flicked over my sensitive bud kept making me jerk on the desk, my fingers reaching down to grip the edge of his table.

"You like that? Hm?" Mr Fabian hummed against my pussy, the vibration making me shudder.

No words escaped me as I just sat there and tried not to succumb to the light headedness that was a result of the blinding pleasure coursing through me.

His fingers slid into me, thumb rolling and pressing down on my clit and I almost blacked out.

"Holy shit!" I hissed, feeling his fingers brush against a sensitive spot in me, my walls clenching around his thick fingers. "Yesㅡ Yes!" I screamed, bucking against his fingers and face working skillfully on me before I felt a wave of pleasure crash over me.

My walls continued to grip his fingers at intervals as I tried to ride off my orgasm, his tongue licking a long stripe of me before he pulled out and wrapped his tongue around his fingers, gaze fixed on me.

My chest heaved as I just stared up at him, my expression dazed and in awe as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose while his smirk faded off into one of seriousness just as the bell rang in the distance.

"I think you're late for your next class, Miss Brittany," He muttered, his voice rough in his throat as he turned on his heels, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt.

I couldn't moveㅡ couldn't even breathe. I just sat there dazed for a second before I finally came back to my senses and pulled my checkered shirt down my thighs, ignoring the uncomfortable slickness between my thighs.

The last thing I needed was a reminder of what I had done.

Any girl would kill to be here in my place. Spread on Mr Allen's desk while he fucked them slowly with long and languid strokes of his tongue. He was like the golden teacher of the schoolㅡ Young, handsome, easy going. Half the girls at school fawned over me. Half of the girls picked Biology as a major because of him. But no oneㅡno one at allㅡ had ever seen this side of me.

A grin spread across my lips as I stood up, adjusting my shirt. "Thank you for the lesson, Mr...Allen..." I drawled, my tongue swiping over my lower lip.

He hummed under his breath going back to his seat where he could look at me over the rim of his cup that he was drinking from. "You could always come back for another lesson, Miss Brittany." He grinned, his eyes dark as he looked me over. "You've been a good student."

That made me tingle deep within. Because I wantedㅡ needed ㅡ more. My body ached for me. It felt like no one could quench what I felt except him. I had never been brought to an orgasm this hard and I needed more.

"I'll see you in the evening, Professor." I grabbed my bag pack off the floor where I had thrown it half an hour ago, then I sauntered out, feeling like I was on cloud nine.

The hallway was cramped with people and I had to wiggle my way through, making sure to keep my face expressionless as I stalked to my locker and stuffed my books in there with shaking hands while my legs wobbled from the aftermath of my orgasm a few minutes back.

Leah was right beside me, her ponytail bobbing as she bounced on her foot. "Where were you all recess?" She hissed, her eyes wide as she looked me over.

I turned to her, clicking my locker shut before I leaned on it, trying to catch my breath and come down from my high. Leah Walesㅡ the only person in this school that I could count on. The one who was the reason I had even gone to Mr Allen in the first place.

"Well?" She urged. "Henry was looking for you."

I rolled my eyes and held her shoulder, gaze darting around the thinning crowd of loud and brazen students who were walking to their next classes, their voices loud and booming, echoing off the walls. "Where do you think?" My voice was low as a smug grin curled my lips. "Guess."

She looked confused, her brows scrunching. Thenㅡ "No way," She hissed, her voice a squeak. "Did you seriouslyㅡ"

I placed my hand over her mouth to shut her up. "Not yet. Yeah, he may have...given me head but my dare isn't complete yet. But he didn't push me away quite yet."

Her eyes had widened to the size of golf balls and she looked like she was about to faint.

Me too, sister. Me too.

"Holy fuck! You bitch!" She squealed, smacking my arm lightly. "You really cracked the finest professor on campus?!" She hissed.

I tucked a hair behind my ear in mock happiness. "Girl, you better keep this between us."

She made a motion of zipping her lips and throwing the key away. "Come on, let's go..."

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By the last period of the day, which had to be Biology, I found myself leaning against the wall, my pen tapping against my lips while my gaze remained fixed on Mr Allen in front of the class.

How could someone look so...ethereal? He wasn't doing anything but I couldn't tear my gaze awayㅡ he was leaning on his table, sleeves rolled up his forearms as his watch glinted in the light streaming in through the blinds.

I didn't know when I was leaning forward in my seat, watching his lips move as he gestured and explained to the class. Those same lips that were on me a few hours agoㅡ My core tingled at the thought.

Suddenly, I heard his voice. "Miss Jackson?" He called out, a brow raised.

I snapped out of it, my cheeks heating up as everyone in the class turned to me. "Huh?"

Mr Allen crossed his arms and I struggled not to look at how his muscles flexed under his shirt. "Would you like to explain to the class how enzymes affect the activation reaction of a reaction?"

My heart stuttered in my chest. "Theㅡeㅡenzymes?"

A low laugh from the back of the class had my cheeks flaming red.

Mr Allen didn't look overly amused. "You are distracted." He pointed out.

I wonder why.

He rounded the table and placed his hand on his desk. "Miss Jackson? Stay behind after class. We need to talk about your grades..." His voice dropped on the last statement and I felt his gaze drop to the few buttons on my shirt that I had popped open before coming to class.

I knew what that look meantㅡ That dark gaze that felt like a brand. Like he was making me his.

My heart jumped. Stay behind?

I straightened up, trying not to let my excitement show. "Yes, Mr Allen."

2

BRITTANY'S POV

The chair felt like steel under me.

The class was empty and I was sitting right in front of Mr Allen's desk, my heart racing in my chest as I held my breath.

The last student had left about 10 minutes and I had been sitting here since then. But he hadn't said anything.

He was standing by the window, a hand in his pocket while the other was wrapped around the mug of cold juice while he continued to sip slowly as he stared at the sun dipping below the horizon in the distance.

I didn't understand. Why hadn't he said anything? Why hadn't he even looked at me? It felt like I was going crazy and I struggled not to toy with the school tie that hung loosely around my neck.

"Mr Allenㅡ" I started but his voice cut me off.

"Silence."

That made me shut up. He didn't snap. Just muttered that word but his tone carried a sense of authority. No one could defy that and God help me, I wasn't even trying.

He took another sip of his juice before turning to face me, the evening sun casting a low, warm look over the harsh features of his face.

"You've been doing quite terribly in class..." he finally said, walking towards me with slow, purposeful steps.

Each step felt like a death knoll and I just sat there, fingers digging into the wood under me.

I had no idea what I was expecting. Especially not when he came to stand right in front of me, his gaze frolicking around my sitting figure. "Miss Jackson?"

"Huh?" I stuttered. "I...uhㅡ I attend your classes unfailingly, sir."

He let out a low clicking sound. "Oh, I notice you, Miss Jackson. The way you walk around my class with that short skirt of yours doing nothing to hide your perky ass, hm?"

My heart stuttered for a second. Then I laughedㅡ the sound nervous. "Iㅡ I don't know what you're talking about."

His gaze dropped to my cleavage slightly exposed and he tilted his head. "I think you do. So, tell me. How long did you think about today ever happening? How long did you plan it? You walking into my office during recess and pushing me off the edge? You trying to make me lose my job?" He looked suspicious, his gaze dark as he took another sip of the drink, tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he did so.

Shit.

Yeah, so what? It was all a fucking dare.

I tilted my chin up. "Maybe... maybe I just want some lessons from you. You did promise me more lessons." I kept my voice steady as I told him that.

A low grin spread his lips and he dropped the mug on the table beside me. "That right? You want me to punish you for flunking my test?"

My mouth watered as I stared up at his intimidating build. "Yes."

"That's sir to you," His voice dropped and his hand went to his waist, resting just above his belt buckle.

My core tightened at the dominance in his voice. "Yes sir."

His fingers worked fast on his belt buckle, pulling it through each loop until it was finally off and in his hands.

I was still sitting on the chair, very much aware of how my face was right at his crotch area. My thighs rubbed together, feeling sparks roll through me at the action.

"Pull me out..." He nodded down to his trousers.

Without thinking, I sprang into action, my fingers reaching up as I turned in the chair, my gaze still fixed on him, even as my fingers unzipped his trousers and I dipped my hand into it, wrapping my hand around his meaty flesh.

His face contorted as my hand wrapped around him but he didn't say anything for a second.

I didn't need to be told. Still sitting like an obedient girl who was eager to please, I pulled him out, shocked at the mere size of his dick. He was hugeㅡ Veins ran along the length of his cock, the head red and dripping precum already. My pussy was beginning to get slick at the sight.

No way this was going to fit in my mouth. I had never even done this before. But still, I tried. I slowly put it in my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked on the head of his cock.

Mr Allen let out a hiss, hips bucking into my mouth to force his length deeper but I pulled away, coughing violently.

"You don't pull away until I say so. Your first lesson," He gritted out and before I could say a word, I felt the cold leather of his belt wrap around my neck, pulling me back unto his dick as the belt tightened in a chokehold.

I gagged and coughed as I tried to move my mouth, using my tongue to lick the underside of his cock while trying to catch a breath.

I coughed around him and he groaned, a hand reached behind me to press my face even deeper into his crotch until my teeth were grazing his pubes, his length hitting the back of my throat.

Oh god.

"Fuck...yes..." He snapped his hips into my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin with each thrust.

My pussy ached for contact and I slid a hand under my skirt, finger rubbing wildly on my clit while I tried not to lose air completely from the brutal mouth fucking I was receiving.

His pace increased and I could feel his dick harden even more in my mouth. He was getting closer to his orgasm.

I began to work overtime, using my free hand to twist and rub at his dick while I hollowed my cheeks even more, sucking on his dick harder, tongue swirling over the head.

The sound of footsteps in the hallway reached me and a very familiar voice boomed through.

"Yes, yes. I'm just about to talk to Mr Allen about it," The person on a call approaching the classroom said.

The principal.

"Shit!" Mr Allen cursed, pulling out of my mouth suddenly as he just loosely pulled his trouser up and his eyes darted to the open space under his table.

I didn't think twice. I bolted behind the desk as he came to sit back on his chair, pulling a stack of books to himself as though he was busy.

The door opened and I heard a sigh of relief. "Mr Allen. I was worried that you would have gone home."

My back was hunched slightly as I curled up under the table, thanking everything that the side of the table where the principal stood was covered by a large wooden board.

He couldn't see me. At least, not until he turned around the table.

My gaze slid to Mr Allen's long legs right in front of my face from where I was hiding and I shut my eyes, my blood rushing in my veins.

Fuck. I was so screwed.

ALLEN'S POV

I flipped through the pages of the document for a second before I shut it, looking up at the principal. "Ah, Mr Dave. I had to finish going through the last test submissions once more. Just to make sure that I wasn't missing anything." The lie rolled off my tongue so easily like silk.

The man looked around the classroom, his gaze fixing on me again. "You're a good man."

I laughed stiffly, clearly aware of the girl who was under my desk.

Yeah, I was definitely going to lose my license and probably get locked up for violating several professor codes.

"I'm flattered. How can I help you, sir?" I asked, gesturing for him to sit on the chair in front of my desk.

He settled, adjusting his belt as his belly creased and folded. "Now, we've received a few complaints. The last professor in charge of the students council just quit his job so I'm looking for a new replacement."

Something in my head clicked. Student council. Brittany was head of the student council.

I leaned back in my chair. "Ohㅡand you're thinking of making me the new head?"

My words trailed off as I felt a light touch on my leg. Immediately I stiffened in my chair, feeling her slender fingers trace lines up my lap until it was drawing soft circles on my thigh.

I resisted the urge to look under the table but the room suddenly felt stuffy. What was she doing?

Mr Dave nodded, the gesture bringing me back to reality. "Precisely. Do you think you can handle it?"

You didn't need to ask me twice.

"Ofcourse."

The smile on his face widened and he dropped a document on the table, pushing it towards me while I scooted closer to the table, staring at the list of clauses I needed to put in mind if I wanted to keep the job.

I pulled it closer, grabbing my pen from the table as I started to look through it and sign it. "Anything else?"

He shrugged. "I also wanted to talk to you about your students. You have exceptional ones. But I noticed a student dropped in gradesㅡ Brittany Jackson? You know her?"

Yes, she was under my table after sucking my dick. But who was going to tell him that?

Instead, I tapped my pen against the mahogany table. "Ah yes, I know her. She had potential andㅡ" I broke off, jerking when I felt hands from under the table reach into my still unzipped pants and wrap around my aching dick.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"You okay?" Mr Dave looked confused at my sudden reaction and I masked my hiss with a cough.

"Yes. Sorry, I think I have the flu andㅡ" I broke off into a forced laugh while I tried not to grip the table when I felt warmth envelop the head of my cock. "ㅡ Jesus Christ, the flu is terrible." I laughed but the sound felt forced.

The principal nodded. "You should take care of yourself."

I bobbed my head fast, leaning my head down for a second like I needed to take a breath but in reality, I met the gaze of Brittany who gave me a mischievous grin, her rosy lips wrapped around the head of my dick.

Fuck, this girl really was minx.

Carefully, I brushed a hand over her cheek before I raised my head up again, forcing a smile. "Don't worry, I'll handle herㅡ" I paused, my nails digging into my palm with self restraint as I felt her teeth graze my dick, tongue wrapped around me like a vice.

I was fucking going insane. The urge to thrust wildly into her mouth overwhelmed me but I kept still, knowing the principal was right in front of me, talking and gesturing wildly.

"ㅡ Mrs Theophanie had two students fail from her class last term. Two, Mr Allen. That was like a huge embarrassment to the school. I remember the parents storming in here mad that the children had flunked their testsㅡ" Mr Dave droned on and on.

"Hm... that's... really terrible," I kept a straight face even as I slightly bucked my hips, making it look like I was simply adjusting in my seat. "How did that um... work out?"

Mr Dave leaned in closer and I did the same too, pushing farther into her wet mouth under my table, feeling the torturous pace of my dick in her mouth, sliding deeper until it brushed against the back of her throat.

I was fucking gone. This was torture. Maddening torture.

"Really terrible," he shook his head.

My lips wobbled and I could feel my eye twitch. "Fuck..." I let out. Then I realized how breathy that sounded so I cleared my throat, trying not to focus on her hand playing with my balls. "That's a bad thing. I can only imagine."

I was so close. I could feel my balls tightening at every glide of her tongue, at the feel of her fingers fondling with my balls. I had no idea how much longer I could keep up this facade without Mr Dave finding out. What the fuck am I doing?

Suddenly, his phone buzzed and he raised a finger to silence me. No problem there. "Yes?" He stood up, adjusting his tie. "No! Not that one. God, can't I trust you with anything? I'll be right there. No, Alec! Don't touch anything!"

I watched his outburst for a second before my gaze slid to Brittany on her knees taking every inch of me into her small mouth while one hand worked the base of my cock and the other was under her skirt, moving furiously.

Shit.

"Mr Allen?"

I jerked my head up. "Yea?"

He nodded at the document. "You're a gem in this school. I'll see you on Monday, okay?"

"Of course," I forced a grin, a rather painful one at that, and he walked out, placing his phone to his ear again, his voice echoing in the hallway.

As soon as the door shut behind him, the forced grin wiped off my lips and I pulled out of her mouth and dragged her out.

"Come here,"

She stumbled, her breathing heavy as I hoisted her up to sit on my table, using a hand to push away the documents on my table to the floor. Those could wait.

My lips found hers in an urgency I couldn't decipher, my aching dick hanging freely between us, aching for more than her mouth. I pulled away for a second, using a hand to yank the glasses off before pressing my lips to her again while my hand reached between us to grab my dick. She tasted so fucking good I could get lost in her taste. Her lips so soft and desirable as I kissed her harder, plunging my tongue deeper, to taste her.

"Did you enjoy that, Miss Jackson?" I growled, my voice low as I rubbed the head of my cock against her cunt. "Huh? Getting me in trouble?"

She hissed in pleasure, rolling her eyes and tipping her head back as a breathy moan escaped her. "Mr Allen..."

I stared down as the head of my cock caught in the entrance of her pussy. Shit. I slowly pushed in an inch and then, I pulled out. Her walls were tight around me and she kept muttering incoherent words which weren't helping matters at all.

She was so fucking tight and wet. And it was all for me. All mine. Even if just for a moment.

"When I cum, I'm gonna cum in you. You hear me? I'm not going to hold back because you've been a really good girl, Miss Jackson..."

And with that, I pushed in fully, her slickness allowing me to do so easily. "Now... it's time for our next lesson."