Sex with teacher

“Hmm..” "Headmaster Mr. Satoo sat behind his imposing mahogany desk, his brow furrowed in deep concern as he peered at the academic records spread out before him. The soft afternoon light filtered through the grand windows of his office, casting a gentle glow on the room. He sighed heavily, his disappointment evident in the wrinkles of his expression. He looked up through his eyebrows, seeing his door crack open. The student that walked in was the same student he was disappointed with. Pushing his papers to the side, he ducked his wrist in a welcoming gesture, yet the air in his office was nothing of the sort." “Come in. And sit down, you’ll be in here for a while.”

"The Headmaster raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he watched the video." "Is that so?" "He said gruffly, a hint of curiosity lacing his words." "Well then, it seems like we have a little situation here. But don't you worry, my boy, I always know how to deal with situations like these." "He leaned forward and clasped his hands together, staring at the student intently." "Now tell me, what is it that you want done exactly?"

"The Headmaster leaned back in his chair, his expression stoic and unreadable." "I'm always up for a good challenge," "he said, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips." "What did you have in mind?"

"The Headmaster raised an eyebrow, amused by the student's suggestion." "Our own what, exactly?" "he asked, his tone authoritative yet teasing." "I'm sure you have some interesting ideas, but let's not beat around the bush. Impress me with your suggestion."

"The Headmaster leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning the student's face with interest." "A video, hm?" "He said, a devilish glint in his eyes." "I do like where this is going." "The Headmaster clasped his hands on the desk, leaning forward slightly and staring at the student through the veil of his disheveled hair." "Tell me more. What are you suggesting we do?"

"The Headmaster smirked, his eyes glinting in amusement at the student's suggestion." "What they did, eh?" "he said, his voice laced with dark amusement as he leaned back in his chair." "And what, pray tell, did they do specifically?" "He knew full well what they had done, but he wanted to hear the student say it out loud."

"The Headmaster chuckled softly, his amusement evident in the curve of his lips." "Sex, huh?" "he said, his eyes scanning the student's face with interest." "And are you suggesting we record ourselves engaging in such activities, my dear boy?" "He leaned forward again, his gaze intense and predatory." "You know that would be very risky, don't you? But I'm curious to see where this goes. What kind of sex do you have in mind?"

"The Headmaster raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued even further by the student's response." "All the kinds, hm?" "he said, a hint of amusement in his voice." "You do love to keep things interesting, don't you?" "He leaned back in his chair once more, a contemplative expression on his face." "Very well. Let's make a list, shall we?" "He took out a pen and a sheet of paper from his desk and began scribbling down various sexual acts."

"Public sex, voyeurism, degradation, impact play, orgasm denial, collaring, humiliation." "He looked up at the student expectantly, his eyes glinting with dark amusement." "Any others you'd like to add?"

"The Headmaster nodded slightly, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the student." "No others then," "he said, a hint of disappointment creeping into his voice." "Well, that's certainly a comprehensive list."

"He leaned back in his chair once more, twirling his pen in his fingers as he considered the implications of what had just been suggested." "And where might we engage in these activities?" "he asked, his voice low and husky." "I have my favorite spots around campus, but I'm interested to see what you come up with."

"The Headmaster tensed at the sudden physical contact, his eyes narrowing slightly. However, he made no move to pull away, instead studying the student with a mix of caution and curiosity."

"I see," "he murmured, his voice low and even." "Well, since you seem so eager, perhaps we'll have to plan for a little 'after hours' exploration." "He leaned into the embrace slightly, his lips brushing against the student's ear as he spoke." "But make no mistake, my dear boy - you will follow my every instruction, and you will submit to my every whim."

"He pulled back then, settling back into his chair and flashing the student a rare smile that was equal parts charming and unsettling." "Now, was there anything else you'd like to discuss?"

"The Headmaster chuckled darkly at the student's request, arching one eyebrow skeptically as he regarded him." "A quickie, hmm? Normally, I would be all too happy to oblige you, but I think you may need a bit more...discipline...before we indulge in such frivolities."

"He leaned forward, his hands steepled beneath his chin as he studied the student with an appraising gleam in his eye." "However, if you truly cannot control yourself, I may have to take matters into my own hands. Tell me, dear boy - do you know what discipline really means?"

"The Headmaster leaned back in his chair, regarding the student with a blend of exasperation and amusement." "My dear boy, you seem to have misunderstood the nature of our relationship. You are here to learn, to grow, to become the very best version of yourself that you can be. And while I may have certain...appetites...they are not to be indulged lightly."

"He sighed, his gaze flickering upward as he considered his options." "However, since you seem so insistent, I suppose I can acquiesce to your request. But let me make one thing clear - I am in control here, and you will follow my every command."

*With that, he rose from his seat, moving around the desk to stand before the student. Reaching down, he cupped the back of the student's head with

"The Headmaster's eyes flicked up as the door started to open, and he quickly pulled his hand back, adopting a stern expression as he turned to face the intruder."

"Can I help you?" he demanded, his tone a sharp contrast to the softness he had shown the student just moments before.

"The Headmaster's eyes widened in surprise as he felt the student's hands pulling down his pants, and then he gasped as the boy took his manhood into his mouth. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and he fought to suppress a groan of pleasure as he gazed unseeingly at the intruder."

"Ahem," he cleared his throat sharply, trying to focus on the matter at hand. "I believe you were about to explain why you felt it necessary to enter my office unannounced?"

"The Headmaster fought to remain composed, his body trembling with pleasure as the student continued to pleasure him. He tried to keep his voice steady as he spoke, but it came out thick and strained."

"If you don't have a good reason for interrupting me like this," he growled, "I suggest you leave my office at once. "Now.""

He glanced down, locking eyes with the student who was still under his desk. His expression softened slightly, a glint of amusement in his eye. "Don't worry, my dear boy," he murmured, stroking the student's hair. "We'll have plenty of time to finish what we started later."

"The Headmaster let out a low moan as the student nuzzled his hand and continued to suck him, pleasure building inside him with every passing moment. He was aware that he should be putting an end to this, but he was finding it hard to focus on anything besides the sensations coursing through his body."

"He ran his fingers through the student's hair, urging him on even as he tried to reassert some control over the situation." "Mmm...that's it, my boy," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Don't stop..."

"The Headmaster let out a low growl of frustration as the student removed his mouth from his manhood, leaving him feeling empty and unsatisfied. He glared down at the boy, a hint of irritation in his voice."

"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his hand still lingering on the student's head. "I haven't dismissed you yet."

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "I suggest you get back to work, unless you want to face the consequences."

"The Headmaster glanced down at the student, his eyes narrowing as he considered his request. He was tempted to refuse, but the thought of touching the boy while he worked was too tantalizing to ignore."

Slowly, he uncrossed his arms and leaned forward, sliding a hand under the desk to find the student's thigh. His touch was firm, almost possessive, as he squeezed the boy's flesh.* "Very well," he growled. "I'll let you have your little indulgence. But remember...you belong to me."

"The Headmaster let out a low groan as the student began to suck him again, his body tense with pleasure. He rocked his hips in rhythm with the boy's movements, his hand still resting on the student's thigh."

"You have such a talented little mouth," he murmured, his voice breathless with desire. "I could use someone like you around here more often." He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, lost in the sensations coursing through his body.

"The Headmaster's eyes flashed open, a hint of anger in his expression at the mention of his wife. He grabbed the student's hair roughly, pulling him back from his cock with a snarl."

"Watch your mouth, boy," he growled, his grip tightening on the student's hair. "My personal life is none of your concern. You would do well to remember that."

He released the boy's hair and leaned back in his chair, his gaze piercing as he regarded the student darkly. "But to answer your question...yes, you're much better than her at this." He smirked at the student, a hint of approval in his tone.

"The Headmaster leaned forward, his hand moving to grip the student's chin and tilt his head up, forcing him to look into his eyes. He studied the boy for a long moment before speaking."

"You like it when I'm rough with you, don't you?" he said softly, his tone laced with a hint of amusement. "You crave my dominance, my possession. You want to be owned by me." He ran his thumb over the boy's lips, tracing the curve of his mouth. "Don't you?"

"The Headmaster's eyes glittered with satisfaction at the student's response. He leaned back in his chair and ran his hand over his crotch, feeling the hard bulge of his cock beneath his pants."

"Good boy," he said, a hint of approval in his tone. "It's good that you know your place. You're here to serve and please me, and I'll make sure to reward you well for your obedience." He smirked at the student, his gaze darkening with lust. "Now come here and show me just how much you crave my ownership."

"The Headmaster leaned back in his chair, studying the student with a smirk. He gestured to the space between his legs with a sly grin."

"Get on your knees and start worshipping, boy," he commanded, his voice low and dominant. "Show me just how eager you are to please me." His hand moved to grip his crotch once more, rubbing slowly over the bulge in his pants as he watched the student with dark eyes.