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"You come from a rich family, and like almost all rich families, your parents decided to put you in a music class, and to no one's surprise, it was piano. At first you weren't that interested, but you could say that your teacher made you want to continue, not that he did anything, but because you couldn't miss the opportunity to see a dilf like him."

"Today was the day of another one of his classes. You were training for a show at the institute that was coming up soon, and Benjamin chose you as his prodigy student,You are responsible for representing and showing that he had spectacular students."

"You're getting the same part wrong again, dear."

"He says calmly, standing next to you. He sits on the bench with you"

"Pay attention"

"He plays the piano keys, playing the part you always get wrong but in the correct way. You see how agile his fingers are, and his hand appears to be strong, with some veins slightly highlighted."

"Good job, dear." "I say as I watch you play, pride evident in my voice. My eyes fixate on your hands as they glide over the keys with fluidity." "I know you can be a great pianist and I believe in you. Keep practicing, don't disappoint me." "I add, brushing my hand against yours before I stand up to get ready to leave."

"As I gather my things, I turn to you and give you a sultry look, my yellow siren eyes glinting in the light." "You know, Max, I can't deny how much you've improved over the past few weeks." "I say, walking towards you." "<It's been a while since I've gotten this close to him>," "I think to myself, my heart beating a little faster." "But I can

always tell when you're not giving it your all. I can see it in your eyes."

"I lean down and whisper in your ear, my breath hot against your skin." "I know you have so much potential, Max. And I can help you achieve it. Just trust me." "I smirk, standing back up and walking towards the door." "<He's so innocent, it's almost too easy>"

"As I open the door, I turn back towards you." "Don't forget to practice, Max. Your performance is coming up soon, and I can't have you embarrassing me in front of everyone." "With a wink, I step out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts."

"As I leave the room, I can feel my body tingling with excitement. The power I hold over you is intoxicating, and I can't help but relish in it."

<Max is so innocent, it's amazing. And he has no idea what he's in for if he keeps playing his cards right.>

"I walk down the hallway, feeling confident and proud of the progress you've made under my tutelage. I know I can push you further, make you a masterpiece that will dazzle everyone around us."

"As I exit the building, the sun shines down on my face, and I can't help but smile." "<I love the power I hold over him>. It's almost too easy."

"As I see you approach, I can't help but feel a sense of pride in my creation. You look so handsome in your suit, and the nervous energy that radiates from you only adds to your charm."

"Walking over to you, I place my hand on your shoulder and give you a reassuring squeeze." "You'll do great, Max. Remember everything I've taught you." "I say with a confident smile."

"I lead you to the piano on stage," "<He's going to be so good, he'll make me even more famous>." "I sit beside you, awaiting your performance."

"As you begin your performance, my eyes are glued to you. The notes flow from your fingers effortlessly, and each one hits me like a wave of pleasure. You make it seem so easy, so natural, as if you were born to play this piece."

"As you hit the part you've been struggling with, a smile appears on my face, my pride for you growing by the second."

<He's doing it, he's making me proud.>

"As your performance comes to an end, the audience claps and cheers loudly, but I can only focus on you. Standing up, I embrace you in a hug." "You did amazing, Max. I always knew you had it in you." "I say, my voice filled with pride."

"As you hug me back tightly, I can feel your body against mine, and my heart races with excitement."

"You deserved it, Max. You were amazing. All that hard work and practice paid off." "I say, looking down at you with a gentle smile."

"As you thank me, I can't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. I've done my job well, and it's shown in the way you've grown under my guidance."

<He's so sweet. I could take advantage of that, but maybe I shouldn't push it too far.>

"Leaning down, I kiss your forehead gently before pulling away." "Go celebrate with your friends and family, Max. You've earned it." "I say, giving you a wink before walking away."

"As you grab my arm and kiss me, I'm taken aback for a moment. The suddenness of it all catches me off guard, but I quickly gather myself."

<What was that? He just kissed me...>

"Before I can say anything, you start running away, your friends joining you as you walk away."

"I stand there, looking after you in surprise before shaking my head and brushing it off." "<I can't believe he did that. It was just a kiss, I shouldn't read too much into it.>"

"I brush my hair back, readjusting my collar as I walk away, feeling a mix of both confusion and excitement."

"As I enter the music room, I see you sitting on the bench, playing the piano. Your fingers move over the keys skillfully, and I can't help but feel a sense of pride wash over me. But as I make my way closer to you, I notice that something seems off."

"Max? Is everything okay?" "I ask with concern etched on my face."

<I wonder what's making him so embarrassed?>

"As you hesitate in your response, I can tell that something is bothering you."

"Before I can say anything else, you lean in and kiss me on the lips. I'm surprised at first, but I quickly give into the sensation and deepen the kiss, pulling you closer to me."

<This isn't professional, but I want him so much...>

*After a few seconds, I pull

away, looking at you with a mix of desire and confusion.*

"I don't think we should be doing this, Max. This is unethical and unprofessional." "I say softly, trying to fight my own desires."

<But damn, he's irresistible.>

"I step back from you, trying to clear my head." "We need to keep our relationship professional, Max. I'm your teacher and it's not right for us to be involved like this." "I add, my voice firm but gentle."

<Why am I feeling like this? This isn't good for either of us.>

"Taking a deep breath, I continue speaking to you." "We can't let our feelings get in the way of your education. This needs to stop."

"I stand there for a moment, watching as you sit back down at the piano and begin playing again. I can sense your frustration and know that it's best to give you some space for now."

<Not the reaction I was hoping for, but it's for the best.>

"Walking over to a nearby chair, I sit down and watch you practice. It's clear that you're still working hard, even with everything going on between us."

<I need to maintain my professionalism. Even though my attraction to Max is strong, I need to remember what's important here.>

"After a few minutes, I get up from my chair." "Max, we need to talk about this after your class. It's important." "I say firmly, before walking out of the room."

"As you enter my office and sit down, I take a deep breath before starting to speak."

"Max, I know our recent interactions have been inappropriate for a teacher-student relationship. It's not right for me to engage in any kind of romantic or sexual activity with you."

"I look at you intently, trying to get my point across." "I care about your education and success, but we can't let our emotions get in the way of that. It's best if we keep things professional between us from now on."

<It's tough, but it's for the best. I'll miss his touch, his scent...>

"I want you to focus on your piano and not worry about anything else. Can you do that for me, Max?"

"I watch you storm out of the room, and I can't help but feel a twinge of guilt wash over me."

<He has every right to be angry, but I did what felt right at the time.>

"After a few moments of gathering my thoughts, I follow you out of the room, hoping to catch you before you're completely gone."

"Max, wait." "I call out as I reach you in the hallway." "I'm sorry if I led you on in any way. It was wrong of me to engage in any romantic or sexual activity with you, and I admit that I got carried away."

<I need to talk to him, make things right.>

"If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, I will." "I say, my voice sincere." "But please, let's

focus on your piano and your education. You have so much potential, and I don't want anything to distract you from that."

"I pause, looking at you earnestly." "Can you forgive me, Max? I promise to keep things professional from now on."

<Sometimes I forget that I'm in a position of power as a teacher. I don't want Max to feel uncomfortable or taken advantage of.>

"I wait for your response, hoping that you'll understand my perspective and be willing to move forward with a better understanding of our relationship."

"I can see the pain in your eyes and feel guilty for making you feel this way. I take a step closer to you, reaching out to touch your arm in a comforting gesture."

"I know it's not easy, Max. But I want what's best for you." "I say softly." "And I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you succeed here. Please don't hesitate to come to me for help with your piano practice or anything else."

<I need to make it right with him. I'll have to be extra careful from now on.>

"Is there anything else you'd like to talk about, Max? I'm here for you."

"I hesitate for a moment, feeling my heart race and my body respond to your request."

<Is this a good idea?>

"I don't think that's a good idea, Max." "I say after a moment's thought." "We both need to move forward and focus on your piano education."

<I can't give in to my desires, it's not professional.>

"I want to maintain a positive and professional relationship with you, Max. That's what's best for both of us."

"I watch you leave, feeling a sense of sadness wash over me."

<What have I done?>

"I know that I have to give you space and respect your decision. I hope that someday you'll be able to forgive me for what happened. But until then, I'll make sure to do better as a teacher and a mentor to my other students."

"I take a deep breath and head back inside, ready to focus on my responsibilities as a pianist and teacher."

"I watch from the audience, feeling a sense of pride and amazement as Max plays his piece flawlessly. I can see the incredible progress he's made over the years and feel grateful to have been a part of his journey, even if it was just for a short while."

<Max looks amazing up there. He truly is talented.>

"As the concert comes to a close, I make my way backstage to congratulate Max on his performance." "Max, that was incredible. You've come so far, and I'm proud of you."

"I smile at him warmly, hoping that he's happy and content with his piano career."

"I'm taken aback by Max's sudden hug, but I wrap my arms around him in return and hold him close. I can feel his tears on my shoulder and hear the apology in his voice."

"It's okay, Max." "I say softly, rubbing his back." "You don't have to apologize. I'm happy to see you've continued with your piano career and become such an incredible pianist."

<I never expected to see Max again, let alone have him hug me like this.>

"I'm glad to see that you're doing well. That's all that matters."

"I chuckle at Max's comment and shake my head." "I haven't found a new prodigy yet, but I'm always on the lookout for talented students."

<Max's flirtatiousness hasn't changed.>

"I'm sure we can find a way to work together again if you want. And I'll make sure to be a better teacher this time."

"I watch as Max walks off with his friends, feeling a sense of warmth in my heart. I can't believe how much he's grown and matured over the years."

<Max is all grown up now.>

"As I make my way out of the concert hall, I can't help but smile at the prospect of meeting Max again later tonight. Maybe we can catch up over a couple of drinks and talk about music, life, and everything in between."

<I can't wait to see what the future holds for us.>

"I turn to see Max walk into the bar in his sleek black outfit. My breath catches in my throat at how stunning he looks and I can feel my heart rate increase slightly. I give him a small smile as he sits down beside me at the bar."

"Hey Max, it's good to see you again." "I say, my eyes aglow with excitement."

<Max looks so suave tonight.>

"I order a whiskey too and take a sip before turning to face Max." "So, how have you been? How's your piano career going?"

"I'm doing pretty well, Max," "I say, taking another sip of my whiskey." "I'm still teaching piano, but I've been trying to work on my own compositions as well. I've always wanted to create something truly unique and memorable."

<I would also like to take Max as my student once again.>

"But aside from that, not much has changed in my life. Just teaching, practicing, and watching my students grow."

"That's great, Max! You'd make a fantastic teacher, I'm sure of it." "I nod in approval and finish off my whiskey."

<I can't believe he's checking me out right now.>

"So, what have you been up to when you're not playing the piano or studying?" "I ask, leaning back and crossing my arms." "Any new hobbies or interests?"

"That's cool, Max." "I smile back at him, giving him an appreciative once-over as he downs his drink."

<Max seems to be enjoying the drinks quite a bit.>

"You know, if you ever want someone to play basketball with, I'm always up for it," "I offer with a smirk."

<I wonder how much alcohol he can handle.>

"My smirk widens at Max's response, but I can't help but notice that he's starting to look a little unsteady."

"Are you doing alright there, Max?" "I ask, placing a hand on his back in concern." "You seem to be drinking quite a bit tonight."

<I should make sure he doesn't drink too much.>

"Don't push yourself too hard," "I add, giving him a reassuring smile." "It's okay to take it easy and enjoy the night."

"I raise an eyebrow in surprise at Max's confession, feeling a mix of shock and flattery."

"Is that so?" *I say, trying to keep the teasing tone out of my voice. "Well, I have to admit, you were always one of my favorite students."

<I had no idea he felt that way about me.>

"But you know, Max," "I continue, leaning closer to him," "you don't need to impress me anymore. You've grown into quite the handsome young man already."

<I'm not sure if he's aware of what he's admitting to while drunk.>

"I feel a tingle of excitement at Max's words, wondering where this conversation might lead. I decide to play along, keeping my voice low and seductive."

"Well, Max," "I murmur," "I must say, I've been thinking about you too. I always wondered what it would be like to have those beautiful fingers of yours playing on something other than piano keys."

<I shouldn't take advantage of him while he's drunk, but I can't help feeling turned on by his confession.>

"Oh, I definitely knew, Max," "I reply with a chuckle, moving even closer to him so that our faces are inches apart." "And I have to say, I wouldn't mind indulging in some of those old fantasies of ours."

<I can't believe this is happening. I should probably slow down and make sure he's really okay with this.>

"But are you sure this is what you want?" "I ask softly, brushing a strand of his hair out of his eyes." "I don't want to take advantage of you while you're drunk."

"I can feel my heart racing at Max's words, and I can't resist the temptation any longer. I lean in to kiss him, feeling his warm lips against mine as our tongues entwine."

<I shouldn't be doing this with a student. But I can't resist.>

I run my hands down Max's chest, feeling his muscles tense under my touch. I break away from the kiss to catch my breath, looking into his eyes with a predatory stare.

"Remember, Max," "I whisper," "you asked for this."

"I can feel my arousal growing as Max returns my gaze with equal desire, and I lean in to kiss him again, wrapping my arms around his waist as we deepen the kiss."

<Why does this feel so exhilarating? I can't let my guard down, though.>

"You're such a bad boy, Max," "I murmur, biting his lower lip gently and feeling him moan softly against my mouth."

<I need to be careful and make sure he doesn't regret this in the morning.>

"I let out a low groan at Max's words, feeling my desire pulse through my body as I run my hands through his hair."

"You don't have to ask me twice," "I murmur, standing up and taking Max's hand." "Follow me."

<I can't believe I'm doing this. I hope he's ready for what's coming.>

I lead Max to the back room of the studio, where there's a large couch and a few chairs. Pushing him down onto the couch, I straddle him and kiss him deeply, taking off my shirt and throwing it aside.

<I need to make sure he's okay with this every step of the way.>

"Are you sure about this, Max?" "I ask, breaking away from the kiss to look into his eyes." "I don't want to do anything you're

"Alright, Max," "I say softly, taking off his shirt and running my hands down his chest." "Just let me know if you want me to stop, okay?"

<I need to make sure he's comfortable and feeling in control.>

I lean in to kiss him again, feeling his lips parting under mine as our tongues meet. Running my hands down his stomach, I unbuckle his pants and pull them down, revealing his bulge.

<I can't believe this is happening. This could all end badly if I'm not careful.>

I reach for his hardening member, stroking it slowly and teasingly as Max moans softly underneath me.