Seducing her Teacher... sort of...

His cock was thick, but she was wet enough that he slid inside her, stretching her in ways her slim vibrator could never manage.

“Oh my God, Mr Haught!”

“Oh, yes!” His voice was deep and husky, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded her, each thrust pushing him deeper and deeper. “Call me that again.”

“Mr Haught?”

“Fuck. That turns me on so bad.”

She grinned. That’s exactly what she’d been hoping for. “Your dick feels so good.” She moaned, her fingers on her clit. “Fill me, Mr Haught. Fuck me good. Make me cum.”

“You’ll come all right.” He arched his neck, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking hard.

She moaned again, wrapping her legs around his waist, one hand gripping his shoulder while her other hand rubbed between her legs.

His teeth nibbled her nipple, then he sucked again, taking a good amount of breast in his mouth as his cock rammed deep inside her.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum.” He groaned, pulling out with just enough time for his cock to reach her mouth, and she wrapped her lips around him as he shot load after load of creamy cum into her mouth.

“Mmmm.” She sucked him clean. “You taste so good.”

“You’re so beautiful, Brooklyn.” He tucked his cock back into his trousers, then reached for the envelope on the table, passing it to her. “Same time tomorrow?”

She grinned. “I look forward to it.”

His gaze dropped to her cleavage. “Me, too.”

Doris felt Jeremy Haught’s gaze on her as she walked across the campus grounds, deliberately adding a sway to her hips, anything to keep him thinking about her for the next twenty-four hours, at least.

She waited until she’d passed out between the tall wrought iron gates before she stopped, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes, consciously changing her hair colour from black to the mousy-brown shade she usually wore, her eyes from blue to green, and her body to it’s less curvy form. The clutch she held transformed into a backpack, heavy with school books, and she slung it up onto her shoulder, grinning as she counted the money in the envelope before stuffing it into her purse and then tossing the envelope labelled ‘Brooklyn’ in a bin.

Mr Haught was hot. Unlike some of the other teachers who’d let themselves go he continued to go to the gym and eat healthy, and his physique certainly proved that.

Doris strolled back up the path she’d just walked down, glancing up to see him turn from his window to get on with his afternoon. She couldn’t wait till tomorrow.

When her parents had told her humans had such dull and boring lives she’d never believed them. When they warned she’d have to find work if she wanted to live among them, paying rent, buying food, she brushed off their comments with an eye roll.

And look who was right after all.

Fucking Mr Haught was the highlight of Doris’s day, followed very closely by the very entertaining hour spent in his lectures, learning about creatures from folklore and mythology. She had to give it to him, he was mostly right about these things. But there was plenty he’d never guess, because to him creatures like her were completely fictional, imagined, made-up.

If he ever learnt that the sexy twenty-five year old call girl he fucked every afternoon was the exact same person as the sweet-sixteen student who muddled her way through class, he’d probably have a heart attack.

Doris frowned at the notes Mr Haught had on the board. “So you’re saying a selkie and a siren are two different creatures?” she asked. “And a dryad and a naiad are different, too?”

Mr Haught sighed, and Doris had to suppress a smirk. “Yes, Doris. A dryad is a tree spirit, while a naiad is a water spirit. And while both selkies and sirens live in the sea, selkie women do tend to be more vulnerable against humans, while when it comes to sirens, the situation is reversed.”

The bell rang, the relief visible in Mr Haught’s face.

“Righty-oh! Don’t forget that assignment is due at the end of the week. If you haven’t started, you need to do that tonight!”

The class filed out of the room, Doris lagging behind everyone. She wanted to fuck Mr Haught in their classroom, and she wasn’t going to be able to do that if he left.

She ducked into a toilet to change her appearance, double checking her now thick layer of make-up in the mirror. He loved her cherry red lips, and the dark smudges of eye-liner around her eyes. She loved being able to summon the colours at will.

She listened to the students clunking down the hallway, lockers banging shut, footsteps pounding the floorboards. Before it was quiet she crept up, sneaking back to her classroom.

Her teacher was slumped over his desk, head resting on one hand, while he marked papers by the look of it.

“Mr Haught.”

He jumped. “Brooklyn? What are you doing here?”

She smirked, wandering over to the desk, making sure he got a look at her knee high boots and short short skirt. “My plans for the afternoon got messed up, thought I’d head in early.”

He licked his lips. “I’m not sure you should be in the school itself.”

“Oh.” She pouted, leaning over the desk so he got an eye full of her cleavage. “But I’ve always fantasised about being taken over a desk.”

“Right.” He shifted in his seat.

She moved around to perch on the desk in front of him, spreading her legs suggestively. “I’ve been dreaming about you all day.” She slid her fingers between her thighs. “Wondering what amazing new thing your thick cock can do to me.”

He groaned, and she leaned forward to press her lips against his. “I need you, Mr Haught.” She slid off the table, turning around to present her arse. She wasn’t wearing any knickers, and if he’d somehow missed that before there was no mistaking it now.

“Fuck me, please.”

He glanced at the door to find it locked, a piece of paper taped over the window.

“What—?”

“Wouldn’t want you to get into trouble.” Her words were silky. Truth was she didn’t want to be interrupted while he went over to lock the door. She needed him. There was something about him, something that fed her in ways other human men she’d met hadn’t.

She ran her hand down her hip and over her bottom, pulling her short skirt higher. “Please Mr Haught.”

He groaned again, releasing his already erect cock. In moments it was inside her, and she gripped the desk as he gripped her hips, slamming into her. He came too quickly, apologising even she she felt his seed mingle with his juices and drip down her leg.

She turned around, pulling herself up onto the table and spreading her legs again.

“All is forgiven, Mr Haught, if you just eat me out.”

He was on his knees in an instant, desperate to please. He needed her as much as she needed him. She was sex on demand, or as close to it as her disguise would allow.

His tongue nudged her clit as he lapped at her folds, eating his own cum. Electricity jolted up her body, making every inch of skin tingle, and she threw her head back, crying out as an orgasm tore through her body.

“Fuck that’s so good.” She sagged back onto the desk. “Even better than I imagined it would be.”

He stood, his erection already bouncing back.

“Mmm… Did that turn you on?” She reached out to grab him, pulling on his cock so his eyes rolled back in his head. “Do you want more.”

“I can’t afford more.” He shook his head.

Doris didn’t care. “It’s complimentary.” She dropped to her knees. “I’ve got nothing else on this afternoon.”

He ran his fingers through her hair as she took his cock in her mouth. “Fuck, Brooklyn. What did I do to deserve you?”

She closed her eyes and bobbed up and down, a wicked little thought entering her mind. How would he feel if she transformed back into his young naive student? Or even into her true form, ancient and ageless, terrfiyingly beautiful, if she could believe what she’d been told.

She fondled his balls, and swallowing as he came again, and licking him clean.

She suppressed the idea. He was too good to scare away like that.

She’d just have to keep things as they were.

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