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Ben watched as the nippy autumn wind blew her mossy green and burgundy skirt up slightly, lifting the frayed hem to reveal the soft curve of her bum.
Perfect and pure, decorated with a pair of white, full-coverage underwear. Rey was so untouched, so tempting and all-consuming.
He breathed deeply, unable to tear his gaze from her body. It seemed when he found himself in her vicinity, his mind detached itself from his body a little, everything else inadequate in her light. The empty ache from his mediocre day dulled within him, and the world became extraneous, outshone by her.
Ben was unsure if anyone else knew it, perhaps not worthy of the knowledge, but she was far too special for this place. From the moment she transferred to the school and walked through into his classroom, his world, he knew he was irrevocably bound to her.
“Christ,” he breathed, feeling himself get hard.
He could’ve sworn something was in the air, because she glanced behind her, chocolate locks flailing in the wind, catching his eye for a second before he turned away and strode back into the building without another look backwards.
That lunch, Ben abandoned his typical routine of marking essays whilst eating his chicken and sweetcorn sandwich and instead barred himself in his classroom, drew the blinds and shamelessly masturbated on Rey’s scratched-up desk. His seed spilt all over the chair and table, claiming it as his, imagining it was her sweet thighs bathed in his hot ropes of spunk.
The same overused seat that her barely-covered little arse warmed each morning, now splattered with his DNA.
Fuck.
Ben wanted to do so many things to that girl.
Steal her away. Devour her completely. Or perhaps do nothing but worship her, till his body was mere marrow and withered flesh, consuming only her touch and spared blessings, the rewards of sweetness between her thighs.
Perhaps one day, he would get to.
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“Miss Niima, stay behind please.”
Rey came to a stop, forgetting her closed binder on her desk and leaving her satchel open. She tipped her head up and glanced at him, revealing the unforgiving blush blooming on her speckled cheeks.
Ben raised an eyebrow at her, and she raised her's back, making a point of looking him up and down before settling her hardening gaze on him. She brought her hands together in front of her, and Ben smiled to himself upon realising how sheer her blouse was up close.
“Mr Solo?” Rey spoke, her gaze unyielding.
She waited for a reply but got only the beginnings of a mischievous grin in return, so she settled back into her seat, crossing her legs under the table and stared him down as he approached her with an unapologetic smirk.
Enchanting, doe eyes snuck a glance towards Ben’s deep, black trousers that were taught with arousal, only making him ache more. His hand wandered across the defaced wood of the desk towards her, and she watched as his fingers reached her chest. Rey leaned forward so she could meet them.
“Was there a reason you needed me? I have Chemistry next,” Rey said, disinterested. The sparkle in her eyes was the only thing that gave her desire away.
“Always so cheeky,” he teased. “You know, I usually punish bad girls in my classroom.”
An untamed fire burned within him as something flickered behind her gaze, a poor attempt at hiding her arousal, conflicted by thighs subtly squeezing together. Any words she'd prepared seemed to die in her throat.
Admiring her imperfect make-up and crumpled off-white shirt with the top buttons lazily undone, Ben let his hand dance along her jaw till his thumb met her lips. A small swipe along her bottom lip opened her up for him, and he slipped his thick thumb inside, letting out a heavy exhale as she sucked it, her tongue running along the length.
A whimper fell from her mouth as Ben knelt before her and let his digit slowly slip from her lips, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. The sight was beyond anything he could have dreamed of.
Ben glanced at his watch, putting on a little show for the girl, before tugging the desk back and out of reach, cringing slightly at the screech of it on the sticky wooden floors.
“You owe me detention, Miss Niima.” She rolled her eyes slightly, conflicted by the sudden return of her flirting.
What had now turned into much more than flirting.
His fingers danced on her skin. “You’re going to let me fuck you,” he whispered, hands slipping further up her legs, tongue darting out to wet his plump lips.
Rey pulled her hips back, tensing for a moment before blushing. She tried to play it off and sat on one of her hands, no doubt fighting the urges curling within her. It failed as wide fingers reached the hem of her skirt.
Clenching her thighs, she inched towards him before pausing briefly. “But.. but what if we’re caught?” she hissed, glancing around.
Ben grinned at her and shook his head as hands, that easily covered a good portion of her thighs, travelled under the fabric of her skirt, meeting the frilly cotton of her panties. Rey already had a few strikes on her record from missed assignments and talking back to teachers, assumingly because of her family issues, but if they were found having relations, it wouldn’t just get her expelled, it would change her life, all whilst damning Ben to prison.
The wider world would never understand the red string of fate tying them together, the magnetic pull of her soul to his.
“They won’t. Trust me, baby,” he replied, hiding his embarrassment at the memories of endless habitual releases after teaching Rey.
No one went near his classroom at lunchtime. The top floor of the school was desolate as teachers worked through their lunches, and students rushed to the canteen or grassy courtyard to claim their food and spaces in the refreshing sun.
Intrigued fingers wandered across her pants, prodding at the wetness. Ben’s focus was rapidly dwindling as his trousers became even more tight, his boxers tinged with dampness as he struggled in anticipation.
“You’re so fucking wet, Rey,” he purred.
“Mr Solo, I-” Rey began but seemed unable to articulate, bucking against his hand instead, a small whimper leaving her lips.
“Shhh,” Ben responded, quieting her as he tugged down the underwear and petted her rosey cunt, watching her as he ran his fingers through her folds. “Call me daddy, Rey. Just for today.”
A desperate whimper cried out from her as he spoke and decidedly slipped a finger inside her without warning. In a moment of shock, she grabbed his shoulder for steadiness, gripping him.
“Touch your tits,” Ben commanded, lifting his head to meet her.
Rey narrowed her eyes and ground down hard as he rapidly sped up, rubbing her clit till her thighs began to shake.
“Yes, Mr Solo. Professor,” she eventually replied, conceding to his commands, but hastily correcting herself as the title caused him to remove his hands. “Daddy, please. I will.”
She brought her hands up to her hard nipples and tweaked them before kneading her breasts in rhythm with his touch. Although, it didn’t seem to be enough as she rushed to unbutton her shirt and expose her bare chest.
Ben gave a small smile before plunging one more of his thick fingers into her cunt, ache building within him as he realised how tight she was, taking his digits like a good little girl.
“I haven’t had anyone…” she spoke tensely between moans, still unprepared and apprehensive about his advances.
“Inside of you?” Ben quipped, grinning up at her. She nodded rapidly in response.
For so long, he’d dreamed of taking her. Ben knew she was a virgin. It was unlikely that she wasn’t due to her popularity, age, and the way she dressed.
The thought plagued him like a demon whispering sinful temptations in his ear.
Despite this, Ben had touched her before, in between classes. Pressing her against the wall and rubbing her clit till she came as she softly cried into his scratchy grey blazer, his cock in her mouth as he marked the classes Jekyll and Hyde essays.
Patience and restraint had become an integral part of Ben’s life at his work. His life around her.
As much as he dreamed of it, ached for her unworn cunt, he hadn’t filled her before, fucked her with his cock. She was untarnished, and to an extent, so was he.
Ben had tried to bury his desires in other women, anyone who he could fuck away his urges into, but the single time he’d been able to get to that stage without bailing, his dick had fallen soft when needed.
It was simple: no one turned him on like Rey did. No one sent blood thrumming through his veins, down to his cock, as she did.
His desire for her was all-consuming. It devoured his every waking moment, eating him whole.
Yet, despite thoughts of her virginity having consumed him over the last few months, Ben would never force himself on her. His tendencies were atypical, but he was no unhinged monster. Or perhaps, to some degree, he was, but still, he wanted nothing more than to bring Rey to ecstasy with him. Be her first. And last.
Ben would take her virginity, and she’d see no one else but him. He would be the only man Rey would ever need.
Pale pink tinged Ben’s cheeks as he came out of his thoughts and continued teasing her.
A dark ripple of lust washed through him as he removed his fingers from her dripping pussy and brought them around to intently cup her arse, squeezing her forwards and into his mouth. His hands spanned the whole of her bum, fingers digging into sensitive areas and dipping into the mess on her cunt.
“Fuck, oh my god,” Rey cried, overwhelmed by the sensation.
Ben smirked and sniggered into her cunt in response, nose nuzzling her mound as he relished in the whimpers leaving the young girl.
Deciding to savour her a little more, he retreated and began again, his wet tongue leaving a trail of saliva up her thigh before reaching her cunt. His eyes rolled back as he savoured her essence, drinking in her precome and natural musky scent.
“I forgot to shower this morning, I didn’t…” she started. “I didn’t expect this to happen.”
Ben rubbed his spare hand at the tip of his cock, forever watching her lips, a mouth so pretty he could only imagine it sucking him off. Perhaps next time.
“You’re perfect, Miss Niima,” he mumbled against her.
“Shit,” she whined, gripping the sides of her chair.
He ran his rough tongue through her folds, circling her throbbing clit, working as she bucked beneath him, desperately overstimulated. “Sit there and relax, sweetheart.”
She whimpered and nodded rapidly in response, an innocent flush returning to the tip of her nose and cheeks.
Her eyes watered, and her limbs tensed as he pushed two fingers into her cunt again without warning, relishing in the warmth and wetness of his favourite student. At first, he let them rest inside of her, flicking his tongue back and forth on her bud to get her to unclench a little, but then a feral hand tangled itself in his unruly hair, forcing his head against her, slamming his mouth into her core.
His tongue moved intently, stroking her as he slipped his fingers in and out, weaning her on to the sensation.
“Is that alright, pet?” She nodded frantically in response.
“You’re such a good girl for your professor. My best student.”
Something burned inside Ben's blood. A sick thing, dark and possessive. Buried deep within him, working its way to the surface as he adored her and worshipped her body, sipped her juices and left marks on her thighs.
It was a disturbing obsession for a teacher to have, one with his own students. Though, there was unavoidably attractive about the troubled girl.
Her silky brown hair, the ringlets of her baby hairs, or her oaken eyes that set roots within your heart and swallowed you as they grew. The determined way she never backed down or let people push her around. Her incredible loyalty to the little friends she had. Her intelligence and strength. Even the deep-set insecurity she held, just underneath the surface of her slightly sun-damaged skin.
Every cell and hair. Flaws and all.
Still, no one seemed to notice her like he did. It was as if an invisible string tethered him to her. She was unavoidable, her bites and laughs echoing in his ears during the day and haunting him at night.
He suddenly felt her clench around him, so he sucked on her clit hard, adding more pressure than before. She was so close.
Whimpers and breathy moans filled the unfiltered air of the classroom.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she breathed. The words dripped from her lips, falling to Ben’s ears, causing him to instantly slip his cum-soaked fingers out of her. He gave her pussy a last long lick, groaning lewdly at the taste of her.
“Wait what?” she cried, gripping his hair tight, an instinctive punishment as she tossed his head back, pulling away from him, snapping her thighs together, unaware of his smirk.
He watched her, hands still firmly set on the span of the top of her thighs.
“Bend over,” Ben commanded.
Her eyes pulled wide, but she relaxed a little before glancing at the clock behind him. “But I have to-”
“No, you don’t.”
Her mouth slammed shut as he stood up. She became reminiscent of a ragdoll as he pulled her off the seat and into his arms.
“I’m not going to be used like this.” She turned her nose up at him.
Ben slipped his fingers out of hers and stepped behind her. “Impatient little brat, aren’t you?” he whispered against her ear, noting the way she tensed and clenched her thighs together, hair standing on end.
“No,” she denied through gritted teeth, tensed and still as she let his hands play with the hem of her skirt.
He smiled and waited for her, receiving a defeated huff in response as he placed his hands on her hips and flipped her around onto the desk, inverting her plaid skirt and yanking her cream-coloured, modest panties to her ankles. She shivered under his grasp, whimpering as he ran his thumb over the entrance of her hole, soaked with slick, admiring his work, unable to relinquish the image of her bare arse painted with lengths of his come.
“Are you always this wet, Rey? Do you always find yourself dripping with want by the end of our lessons?” Rey spluttered as he spoke. "If I’d known sooner, I would’ve helped.” His tone was serious as he aligned his cock and rubbed her clit, easing her cunt to meet the tip of him. “You can always ask for help from me, sweetheart.”
She exhaled, half scoffing, half whimpering, growing hotter by the second, and muttered under her breath. “I do NOT think about fucking you the entire school day. Despite what you may think, Sir.”
He dismissed her protests as, despite her huffs, she gave in and moved against him, urging him to fulfil his promises.
A gasp filled the room as he pushed his cock partly inside of her, revelling in the absolute tightness of her cunt. Still, he knew she could take him, so he wouldn’t have to be as careful as he’d expected.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, head thrown back as she squeezed herself around him, fumbling for her clit in the process. Her hand snapped to his and forcefully guided it to her bud, circling it in different pressures till he took hold and followed in her footsteps, learning from her, touching her in spots that had her grinding against his length for more.
He waited for Rey to relax a little before moving deeper inside of her, whispering sweet encouragements as he went.
Eager and desperate, she struggled at first with the angle, unable to fuck him like she desperately wanted. She was sure Ben knew, as he snickered when she’d whine or swear in frustration.
“I’ll teach you, Rey. I’ll show you how to take a dick like a good girl.”
He smirked as she glanced behind her to scowl, knowing that he’d be lucky she didn’t slap him if she could.
Images like this were typically reserved for his guilty fantasies just before sleep, but this far surpassed his previous imagined scenarios.
She was taking him, all of him, bent over her school desk, unable to resist his touch.
The sight of her peachy cunt gripped around him, his cock thrusting in and out, her arse in full view as he looked down, was perfect. Rey wasn’t a straight-A student, but he was sure he could find a way to bump her up a few grades for this.
A moan escaped her, and Ben snaked his arm around her waist and up her torso, cupping her tiny left boob as she moved with him. Pleasure overtook him, and it seemed it stole her too, as she gasped in rhythm with his touch. The urge to bring them both to orgasm was enticing, but he’d be damned if he didn’t see her bouncing on his length first.
With a last, long plunge inside her cunt, he pulled out and dragged his hand up from her clitoris, trailing pre-come up her belly.
She groaned at the loss of touch and turned around, defeated. “Professor...” she began again before he kissed her deeply, cutting her off, caging her in, his hands placed on either side of her smaller frame, pushing her to lean against the desk. She angrily kicked her underwear away.
She broke away momentarily. “Stop interrupting me.”
He brought a hand to her face, resting his thumb on her plump lips. “Even feistier when you’ve given in to desire, I see,” he breathed, gently fisting his cock, savouring the anticipation.
“Bloody English teacher,” she grumbled, grabbing his free hand in a measly attempt to drag him to his desk chair, unfettered by her lack of success in moving him.
Ben laughed and gave in, pulling ahead of her and slowly sitting down on the larger chair, running a hand through his raven curls as she waited impatiently, shamelessly staring at his dick.
When he’d settled, she raced towards him and climbed on his lap, straddling him. It took a couple of seconds for her to line her cunt up, and then she sank onto him, moving his dick inside of her. From then on, he let go, and she took control.
“Pretty girl,” he breathed, feeling bounce on him harder and take a sharp breath in.
“Daddy,” Rey moaned, pulling his hair to expose his neck. Lips attacked the imperfect surface as he lazily fought back, holding her breasts and kissing her forehead.
“Such a perfect girl for me,” Ben slurred, hands wandering all over her open shirt and bare arse.
Her body was pressed against him, closer than he’d ever even dared to dream. It was as if they were two empty forms, unabashedly melding into one, finally whole, being.
They followed each other’s pleasure, bouncing off of one another as their bodies moved in sync. Ben had to drag himself from her for a second to gain consciousness again so he wouldn’t come before she was ready.
“Rey,” he stammered in between kisses. “Rey, I can’t pull out in this position, are you on birth control?”
“Then don’t.”
The words struck Ben as she groaned and caught his lips in a deep kiss, latching her thighs around his hips, clouding his sudden concerns. It was no use fighting her, and in truth, he wasn’t certain he wanted to.
She settled further onto his cock and moved fast against him, back and forth. The sensation stole the last of Ben’s senses away as he felt himself get closer, not being used to any girl moving like that with him.
Connected by flesh, and just as their souls found each other, so had their bodies.
As she slowed, Ben snarled, taking control and bouncing her on his cock, faster and faster, feeling her clench around him. Desperately, he rubbed her clitoris before he groaned and plunged his cock deep into her, holding her body in place as his come filled her tight pussy.
He squeezed his eyes shut as the orgasm ruined him - she had ruined him. His hands tangled in her locks, the feeling of her teeth on his lips mixing pain with the release.
"Professor!" she cried into his ear. Rey's cunt spasmed around him as she ground down, breathing thickly into his mouth.
About ten seconds passed before the spunk began leaking from her stretched pussy. Nimble fingers scooped some of it up and brought it up to her mouth, sucking every drop as she watched him. Astonished, Ben was unable to rip his eyes away as she planted a last kiss on his lips and stood up, letting his limp dick slip from her cunt.
The uneven coating of cum on his dick leaked onto his charcoal trousers. It would surely stain.
Clothes remained scattered around both of their desks, and Rey went about picking each of her items and adding them to the pile in her arms. When she reached her workspace, she dropped it on top and stood there, covering her pinkish breasts for a second, staring him down, before dressing piece by piece.
“You’re on the pill, right?” Ben stammered as he recovered, beginning to dress.
She smirked at him, refusing to answer as she finished dressing. Ben’s brow began to furrow, and his lips fell apart, ready to ask again.
“Rose probably has some,” she said nonchalantly.
Ben’s eyes shot apart, his hand trembling. “Probably?” he exclaimed, standing up hurriedly to stop her.
“See you tomorrow Mr Solo.”
Rey beamed at him, a hint of mischievousness in her features, before throwing her satchel across her body, threading her blazer between her chest and the strap and huddling the tattered navy blue binder against her chest.
One last look and she was out of the door, leaving him exasperated and half-hard, ready to masturbate over her one more time.