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You stare at the board, your eyesight drifting in and out of focus. The whiteboard seems to blur, and you tightly shut your eyes. You open them again, and realize it didn’t help. Looking around, you make sure nobody is watching you and you put your head down on the table.
You slowly shut your eyes, intending to just rest them while still listening to your teacher, Signore Melone. Music plays through the one earbud you have in, and it lulls you to sleep.
You wake up, feeling gentle taps on your face.
“Oh, she’s finally awake! Did you have sweet dreams? I do hope they were about the project I’m lecturing the class on now. It is worth a quarter of your grade, after all,” your teacher’s voice cheers from above.
You lift your head from the table and look up to him, a dazed look on your face.
“Huh? Oh!” you exclaim, realizing what happened. “I’m so sorry, Signore! I didn’t mean to fall asleep!”
“Of course. See me after class,” Signore Melone says, and returns to the front of the class. He continues discussing the project, and you jot down notes as he speaks, still drifting in an out of sleep.
When the bell rings, you pack up your stuff and begin to leave your biology class when you remember that Signore Melone wanted to talk to you. You walk over to his desk and watches as he ushers students out.
You stare at his long hair, pulled back into a ponytail and the glasses that adorn his face. You’re sure, however, that the glasses are just accessories. While he’s blind in one eye, the other can see perfectly fine.
You watch as he places his hand on another student’s shoulder and whispers something to them, feeling a slight surge of jealousy. Truth be told, you had always had a little crush on Signore Melone. He was always absolutely gorgeous, you couldn’t help but notice.
He waves to the rest of his students as they leave, a grin on his face. He shuts the door and locks it, then spins swiftly on his heel to face you. The lavender-haired teacher walks toward you with an expression you can’t read: a small smile.
“Take a seat, please,” your teacher says, gesturing to a chair across from his desk. You silently sit down and place your bag next to you.
“Signore Melone, I-“ you start, but he interrupts you.
“Are you alright?”
“What do you mean?” you ask him in response. He looks down at a paper on his desk, and then back at you.
“Well, I know I’m not supposed to say this, but you truly are my favorite student. I can’t help but be worried when someone as intelligent and focused as you starts falling asleep in my class,” Signore Melone says, tilting his head to the side. Despite this being a matter of mere concern, you look away to hide your blush.
You don’t answer, still looking away, and the lavender-haired teacher sighs.
“Your face is flushed. Are you really alright? Are you sick…or is it something else?” he asks, his little smile growing.
“What?” you ask, understanding but not really believing what he is saying. Could he know of your crush on him? Were you that obvious? Would he hate you now? Would he remove you from his class? You turn to face him, worried and anticipating his next words.
“I’m a biology teacher. I know all the ways the body reacts when one is attracted to another. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice? So adorable,” he giggles. When you don’t respond, he continues, “I know of a way we can improve your focus, maybe wake you up more. If you’re willing, of course.”
You gasp quietly and respond with a nod of your head. He grins widely.
“Oh, di molto, such a sweet girl,” he coos, and wipes all of the papers off his desk and into the drawers. He beckons you forward and pats his desk, motioning you to hop up.
You do, and he starts groping you through your shirt. He drags his thumbs over your nipples, and squeezes your breasts. He seems to get bored with though, and grabs a sterilized scalpel that had probably been used for a dissection recently. You couldn’t bring yourself to care though, not when he was cutting off your shirt and bra and beginning to suck kisses into your collarbone.
You groan as he kisses downwards, squeezing your hips, massaging them as he bit you softly.
“That’s it bellissima…your tits are so lovely. I’m going to mark them up,” the teacher moans into your ear. He licks the shell of it and nibbles your earlobe. He then takes his mouth off and rolls his desk chair even closer to you.
He sucks on your nipple, licking and biting softly. He then places the flat end of the scalpel against the other, causing you to shiver from the pleasurable cold.
“Careful, sweet thing. If you squirm too much, I could…cut you,” Signore Melone smirks, emphasizing his words by very gently pressing the sharp end of the scalpel against the bottom of your breast.
“Signore Melone…” you moan out his name as he returns to sucking and biting marks on your tits, alternating which nipple the cold scalpel is rested on.
“No, no,” he says, slapping your breasts, “it’s just Signore to you. Maybe you’re getting a little lax with addressing your superiors properly.” You nod and correct yourself. He continues with his assault on your chest, eventually getting bored and kissing down your stomach.
He uses the scalpel to pop off the buttons on your pants and almost cuts through your panties. When he sees them though, he stops. Signore Melone looks up at you and gives you a sweet smile.
“Can I keep these? As a little souvenir.”
You reply with a nod and he gently lifts your hips. You get the message and lift them all the way so he can remove your panties. He takes them off, winks at you, and stuffs them in his back pocket. Then, you realize, while you’re completely naked, he still has all of his clothes on. When you open your mouth to complain, he silences you by kissing you.
With his lips still on yours, he starts to rub your clit. You pull away from the kiss with a moan, tilting your head back as he traces his finger around your slit.
“Feel free to lay down, bellissima,” Signore Melone ushers you. You heed his advice as lay down on his desk. The wood feels cool against your back, giving you goosebumps. He puts the scalpel down next to you and stands from his chair, getting on his knees and staring at your pussy.
He stays there for many moments, simply staring at you.
“Signore?” you ask. He licks up your slit quickly to silence you.
“I’m just admiring my meal before I eat it. Is there something wrong with that, sweet thing?”
You shake your head, and he dives forward, sucking on your clit harshly. He swirls his tongue around, making you moan loudly. He brings his fingers forward and plunging one of them into you.
He rubs your insides with that one finger, searching for the one spot that will make you scream. When he finds it, you let out a high-pitched moan.
“That’s it. Che brava regazza,” he coos. He adds one finger, then another. The three of them thrust into you, and he pulls his face away. The loud squelching noises you hear would have made you blush had you not been so focused on the pleasure you were receiving.
Right before you cum, he pulls his fingers away. You cry out at the loss of your orgasm, and squirm when he rubs your upper thighs.
“Now, now, none of that. Why don’t you make me feel good, and then I’ll reward you?” the lavender-haired teacher proclaims, and you nod vigorously, determined to do anything that would get you to receive your orgasm.
You begin to sit up and reach out, expecting him to want a blowjob or handjob, but he stops you, grabbing your wrist and lowering your hand.
“Signore?” you ask, confused. He smiles at you.
“Use your feet, bellissima. Go on,” he says motioning to his hard cock, which he must have freed while he was eating you out. It stands tall, a pretty pink color at the tip, long and curved.
You put your feet around his cock and move them up and down, slowly at first. You feel as if you don’t have much control over your actions, the lack of joints in your leg in comparison to your arm leaving you feeling sloppy.
You pull one foot back and up slightly, massaging his tip with your toes while still stroking him with the other. Signore Melone moans loudly and bucks up, desperate to feel more of your feet. You take your foot off his tip and use it to press his hips down.
“Down, Signore,” you order. He whimpers but obeys, and you bring your foot back to wrap around his cock. You use your toes to stroke him, gradually going faster and faster. He starts moaning louder and more frequently, and you realize that he is going to cum soon.
You think of how deprived you felt when he denied you.
“Signore, you denied me, so I’ve decided that I won’t deny you. In fact, you can cum as much as you want. I’ll just keep going,” you tease, leading him on. You do plan on denying him, you just want to see his reaction.
He whines loudly and starts bucking his hips again. This time, you let him.
“Good boy. You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” you ask. He moans out a loud yes, thrusting his hips upwards. You feel him twitch a few times and pull your feet away from his leaking cock. He moans and humps up into nothing, trying to make himself cum. Melone whimpers loudly when he realizes just what you did.
“Do you want to be in me, sweet boy?” you ask him, hand cupping his cheek.
“Mmmm, yes!” Melone moans.
“You do?” you tease.
“Yes, please!” he begs.
“Good boy.”
“But do you know what I want first? I want you under me, bellissima,” he smirks. He pushes you back onto the desk and climbs on top of you. He kisses you and lines up his cock with your entrance. “Are you ready, sweet thing?” He brings a hand down to rub your clit.
“Yes!” you cry out. He slowly enters you, gauging your reactions to make sure you were okay.
When he’s certain that you’re fine, Melone begins to pick up speed. He angles himself so that he repeatedly hits your sweet spot. You moan loudly at the feeling and dig your fingers into his back.
Melone groans as he feels your nails rake into his back.
“Cazzo sì. Brava ragazza,” he says into your ear. Your walls tighten around him and he grins, licking his lips. “Di molto, so tight around me!”
Your walls flutter again and you realize that you are about to cum. You squeeze around him tighter, voluntarily this time, trying to fend off your orgasm.
“You’re cumming quickly, aren’t you? So cute! Don’t hold back, bellissima. I want to feel you cum on my cock.”
Hearing his words of permission spur you on, and you let yourself cum around his cock, your teacher’s cock. You tell his name as you cum, widening his grin.
“So fucking cute,” he moans in your ear. You can feel him twitching inside you, and his words and feeling bringing you all the way to the edge again.
“Cum with me now, bellissima. With me,” he orders, and you nod, too entranced to respond. You feel him twitch again, which sets you off.
You scream out his name loudly again, and as you cum on his cock, you can feel him shoot his load deep inside you. He leaves himself in there for a few moments before pulling out and watching his gum drip out.
He climbs off of you and grabs a towel to wipe you up.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks, and you nod, too blissed out to provide a real response. Once he has you cleaned up, he massages your feet and legs to try to get rid of soreness.
You try to gather all of your clothes, but realize they’re all cut up.
“Signore Melone, what should I do?” you ask him. He merely licks his lips.
“I know I wouldn’t mind if you went around like that all day, bellissima,” he moans. You sigh and keep picking up buttons from your pants. Then, you look at the clock and realize.
“Shit!” you yell.
“What’s wrong, mia brava ragazza?” Melone asks, coming up behind you.
“I missed my entire class.”