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@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Fannie stepped back, slowly removing her cheer uniform. As she did, her hands trembled, her eyes on his. Once nude, she let her hair down and lifted herself onto his desk. Leaning back, she spread her legs, revealing her bare cunt. It ached, throbbed, and was dripping. She swallowed thickly, eyes on Vincent. “Is this what you want,” she asked, voice shaking. She was afraid they’d get caught, that everyone would know.

Vincent went to thr door of his class and locked it quickly, his gaze fixed on Fannie’s naked body. Now he was certain no one could interrupt them, he walked back to the now naked Fannie on his desk. At the sight of her bare cunt, Vincent licks his lips. “It is, then I’m going to fuck you senseless in every part of this class.” He assured her as he leaned down, gripping her thighs. Within moments his tongue was buried in her pussy.

Fannie gasped as she felt his mouth on her, her eyes wide as she stared up at the ceiling. Her head swam as she tried to relax, the buzzing of her phone in her bag a slight distraction, but only slight. It was Tommy, asking where she was. He gave her a ride to and from school everyday, and had told him it would only be a moment. But here she was, naked, legs spread wide for her teacher, and she couldn’t care less if Tommy was calling.

“How…what if someone hears us,” she whimpered, a delicate hand reaching down to touch him. She was doing all she could to keep quiet, not wanting to get caught, not wanting their time together to end.

Vincent was too focused on savouring the taste of her to have heard her at first, but he could feel her tense prompting him to pull himself from her. “Then I’ll gag you babygirl.. either with my cock or something else..” he replies in a rather teasing tone, leaning in to give her another kiss so she could taste herself on his lips. He was mildly irritated by the ringing phone. “Is he still calling?” He asked somewhat annoyed by Fannie’s phone ringing. “If you need to talk to him, I’ll bend you over the desk.”

She couldn’t help but moan at the thought of him gagging her. There was something about the way he was forceful with his words only that made her want more. When he kissed her, she was surprised at how she tasted, wrapping her arms around him, deepening their kiss.

“I can text him, tell him to leave without me,” she breathed against his lips. “I don’t want to leave you…ever. I want to belong to you.”

Vincent smirks hearing her moan, the sound alone was enough to arouse him further. “Good girl do that.” He states “And you already do belong to me, which is why when you leave here you’ll be full of my cum.” He struck her ass even harder depending the kiss, as he started to strip slowly. “The sooner he goes, the sooner I can claim you with no interruptions.” Vincent now stood in front of her naked and very hard. His cock prodding her stomach as he slapped her ass again.

Fannie rushed to her phone, text Tommy to leave without her, then turning her phone off without waiting for his response. Vincent was right; she already belonged to him. She had the moment she decided to sit at the front of the class, before she stood in front of the class and let him grope her.

She returned quickly to her position on his desk, yelping when he smacked her ass again. She tensed at the feeling of his cock prodding her stomach, unsure if he would fit, but certain it was going to hurt.

“Sir,” she moaned, grinding against him. She’d never felt anything like it, but knew this was why she’d been lectured against any sexual contact until marriage. It felt amazing; she already missed how his mouth felt against her now dripping cunt.

Vincent smiles watching her work so quickly, as the moment she returned to her position he’d told her to be in, he followed her. Gripping her legs he spread them a little wider, angling his cock against her pussy lips. “Now no one will interrupt us babygirl.” Vincent adds gently pushing into her. He was only a few inches in but she felt incredible.

Wasting no time, Vincent had started to thrust into her gently. His movements slow, but he was using her legs to guide him into her. “I’ll take you home once we’re done.” Although he’d rather take her to his home and break her in properly. “Fuck..your perfect..” he breathes.

“Who owns you?” He needed her to say it.

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes as he stretched her for the first time. No one had prepared her for how painful it was; she could feel every tear, every stretch, her tight, virgin cunt wrapped around his enormous cock. But the more she took of him, the longer he was inside her, the better it felt.

Soon her moans fell freely, her hips moving with his. “You own me, Vincent,” she moaned, a hand on her belly, feeling the bulge of his cock as he fucked her. “I’m yours,” she whimpered. “Yours forever…” she couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.

He was aware she was a virgin, which made this all the better for him. Ignoring her for a moment, Vincent gripped her hips tighter and increases the speed of his thrusts. “Good girl Fannie.” He replies pinning her legs to dangle in the air, as he climbed on the desk. Thrusting down into her again and again. “As long as you remember that, I’ll reward you non stop and know that nobody comes close to you.” He groans kissing her again as the classroom filled with sounds of their fucking. His cock continuing to shape her perfect cunt for himself. “Fuck your pussy is heaven..” he groans against her lips.

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Fannie stepped back, slowly removing her cheer uniform. As she did, her hands trembled, her eyes on his. Once nude, she let her hair down and lifted herself onto his desk. Leaning back, she spread her legs, revealing her bare cunt. It ached, throbbed, and was dripping. She swallowed thickly, eyes on Vincent. “Is this what you want,” she asked, voice shaking. She was afraid they’d get caught, that everyone would know.

Vincent went to thr door of his class and locked it quickly, his gaze fixed on Fannie’s naked body. Now he was certain no one could interrupt them, he walked back to the now naked Fannie on his desk. At the sight of her bare cunt, Vincent licks his lips. “It is, then I’m going to fuck you senseless in every part of this class.” He assured her as he leaned down, gripping her thighs. Within moments his tongue was buried in her pussy.

Fannie gasped as she felt his mouth on her, her eyes wide as she stared up at the ceiling. Her head swam as she tried to relax, the buzzing of her phone in her bag a slight distraction, but only slight. It was Tommy, asking where she was. He gave her a ride to and from school everyday, and had told him it would only be a moment. But here she was, naked, legs spread wide for her teacher, and she couldn’t care less if Tommy was calling.

“How…what if someone hears us,” she whimpered, a delicate hand reaching down to touch him. She was doing all she could to keep quiet, not wanting to get caught, not wanting their time together to end.

Vincent was too focused on savouring the taste of her to have heard her at first, but he could feel her tense prompting him to pull himself from her. “Then I’ll gag you babygirl.. either with my cock or something else..” he replies in a rather teasing tone, leaning in to give her another kiss so she could taste herself on his lips. He was mildly irritated by the ringing phone. “Is he still calling?” He asked somewhat annoyed by Fannie’s phone ringing. “If you need to talk to him, I’ll bend you over the desk.”

She couldn’t help but moan at the thought of him gagging her. There was something about the way he was forceful with his words only that made her want more. When he kissed her, she was surprised at how she tasted, wrapping her arms around him, deepening their kiss.

“I can text him, tell him to leave without me,” she breathed against his lips. “I don’t want to leave you…ever. I want to belong to you.”

Vincent smirks hearing her moan, the sound alone was enough to arouse him further. “Good girl do that.” He states “And you already do belong to me, which is why when you leave here you’ll be full of my cum.” He struck her ass even harder depending the kiss, as he started to strip slowly. “The sooner he goes, the sooner I can claim you with no interruptions.” Vincent now stood in front of her naked and very hard. His cock prodding her stomach as he slapped her ass again.

Fannie rushed to her phone, text Tommy to leave without her, then turning her phone off without waiting for his response. Vincent was right; she already belonged to him. She had the moment she decided to sit at the front of the class, before she stood in front of the class and let him grope her.

She returned quickly to her position on his desk, yelping when he smacked her ass again. She tensed at the feeling of his cock prodding her stomach, unsure if he would fit, but certain it was going to hurt.

“Sir,” she moaned, grinding against him. She’d never felt anything like it, but knew this was why she’d been lectured against any sexual contact until marriage. It felt amazing; she already missed how his mouth felt against her now dripping cunt.

Vincent smiles watching her work so quickly, as the moment she returned to her position he’d told her to be in, he followed her. Gripping her legs he spread them a little wider, angling his cock against her pussy lips. “Now no one will interrupt us babygirl.” Vincent adds gently pushing into her. He was only a few inches in but she felt incredible.

Wasting no time, Vincent had started to thrust into her gently. His movements slow, but he was using her legs to guide him into her. “I’ll take you home once we’re done.” Although he’d rather take her to his home and break her in properly. “Fuck..your perfect..” he breathes.

“Who owns you?” He needed her to say it.

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Fannie stepped back, slowly removing her cheer uniform. As she did, her hands trembled, her eyes on his. Once nude, she let her hair down and lifted herself onto his desk. Leaning back, she spread her legs, revealing her bare cunt. It ached, throbbed, and was dripping. She swallowed thickly, eyes on Vincent. “Is this what you want,” she asked, voice shaking. She was afraid they’d get caught, that everyone would know.

Vincent went to thr door of his class and locked it quickly, his gaze fixed on Fannie’s naked body. Now he was certain no one could interrupt them, he walked back to the now naked Fannie on his desk. At the sight of her bare cunt, Vincent licks his lips. “It is, then I’m going to fuck you senseless in every part of this class.” He assured her as he leaned down, gripping her thighs. Within moments his tongue was buried in her pussy.

Fannie gasped as she felt his mouth on her, her eyes wide as she stared up at the ceiling. Her head swam as she tried to relax, the buzzing of her phone in her bag a slight distraction, but only slight. It was Tommy, asking where she was. He gave her a ride to and from school everyday, and had told him it would only be a moment. But here she was, naked, legs spread wide for her teacher, and she couldn’t care less if Tommy was calling.

“How…what if someone hears us,” she whimpered, a delicate hand reaching down to touch him. She was doing all she could to keep quiet, not wanting to get caught, not wanting their time together to end.

Vincent was too focused on savouring the taste of her to have heard her at first, but he could feel her tense prompting him to pull himself from her. “Then I’ll gag you babygirl.. either with my cock or something else..” he replies in a rather teasing tone, leaning in to give her another kiss so she could taste herself on his lips. He was mildly irritated by the ringing phone. “Is he still calling?” He asked somewhat annoyed by Fannie’s phone ringing. “If you need to talk to him, I’ll bend you over the desk.”

She couldn’t help but moan at the thought of him gagging her. There was something about the way he was forceful with his words only that made her want more. When he kissed her, she was surprised at how she tasted, wrapping her arms around him, deepening their kiss.

“I can text him, tell him to leave without me,” she breathed against his lips. “I don’t want to leave you…ever. I want to belong to you.”

Vincent smirks hearing her moan, the sound alone was enough to arouse him further. “Good girl do that.” He states “And you already do belong to me, which is why when you leave here you’ll be full of my cum.” He struck her ass even harder depending the kiss, as he started to strip slowly. “The sooner he goes, the sooner I can claim you with no interruptions.” Vincent now stood in front of her naked and very hard. His cock prodding her stomach as he slapped her ass again.

@ellaxvasiliev

Tobi was still expecting his encounter with Ella to have been some elaborate dream, but when he’d woken up the following morning he’d seen that it was very much real. Gently sitting up, Tobi looked to Ella who appeared to still be sleeping. Looking away Tobi looked around the room and then to his bedside table, where his phone still lay. Breathing deeply as the memories of last night played through his mind he reached out snatching his phone from his bedside.

Ella slowly began to stir, the previous day very much a blur for her. She would still be asleep if not for feeling the bed move. “What time is it,” she asked softly, moving closer, kissing him.

“4am.” He replies seeing Ella has awoken, he smiles moving in to deepen their kiss with a smile. “Sleep well?” He asked an arm wrapping around her waist to pull her closer to him. Their naked bodies inches from one another again.

“It’s so early,” she hummed, giggling as he pulled her close. “Better than I have in a long time. You?”

Tobias nods squeezing her hips as he pulled her into a deepened kiss. “I wasn’t too rough last night right? Cause I plan to make sure I take you in every way possible.” Tobi struck her ass gently and began to plant a few kisses along her neck.

“Too rough,” she hummed, kissing him. “Never. I’m yours, all day.”

Tobi smirks pulling away as he’d watched Ella for a moment. “Good, now do you want to go back to sleep? It’s too early for breakfast now isn’t it?” Tobi was good with either but wanted her to choose.

“Way too early,” she grinned, moving to straddle his lap. “The real question is, is it too early for you to fuck me, because my pussy is aching for you to stretch it again.”

Tobi smirked as she straddled his lap, his cock fully hard again propped against her stomach. “It’s never too early for that, besides El I want to make sure I fill you up again and again.” Tobi smiles gripping her hips, before smacking her ass hard.

Ella yelped and giggled when he smacked her ass, leaning down to kiss him. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Tobias smiles angled her slightly, pressing his cock against her pussy lips. “Just confirmation you wanna do this.” He chuckles pushing into her, savouring her warmth once again. Tobi wrapped his arms around her and quickly starts to thrust into her.

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Fannie stepped back, slowly removing her cheer uniform. As she did, her hands trembled, her eyes on his. Once nude, she let her hair down and lifted herself onto his desk. Leaning back, she spread her legs, revealing her bare cunt. It ached, throbbed, and was dripping. She swallowed thickly, eyes on Vincent. “Is this what you want,” she asked, voice shaking. She was afraid they’d get caught, that everyone would know.

Vincent went to thr door of his class and locked it quickly, his gaze fixed on Fannie’s naked body. Now he was certain no one could interrupt them, he walked back to the now naked Fannie on his desk. At the sight of her bare cunt, Vincent licks his lips. “It is, then I’m going to fuck you senseless in every part of this class.” He assured her as he leaned down, gripping her thighs. Within moments his tongue was buried in her pussy.

Fannie gasped as she felt his mouth on her, her eyes wide as she stared up at the ceiling. Her head swam as she tried to relax, the buzzing of her phone in her bag a slight distraction, but only slight. It was Tommy, asking where she was. He gave her a ride to and from school everyday, and had told him it would only be a moment. But here she was, naked, legs spread wide for her teacher, and she couldn’t care less if Tommy was calling.

“How…what if someone hears us,” she whimpered, a delicate hand reaching down to touch him. She was doing all she could to keep quiet, not wanting to get caught, not wanting their time together to end.

Vincent was too focused on savouring the taste of her to have heard her at first, but he could feel her tense prompting him to pull himself from her. “Then I’ll gag you babygirl.. either with my cock or something else..” he replies in a rather teasing tone, leaning in to give her another kiss so she could taste herself on his lips. He was mildly irritated by the ringing phone. “Is he still calling?” He asked somewhat annoyed by Fannie’s phone ringing. “If you need to talk to him, I’ll bend you over the desk.”

@ellaxvasiliev

Tobi was still expecting his encounter with Ella to have been some elaborate dream, but when he’d woken up the following morning he’d seen that it was very much real. Gently sitting up, Tobi looked to Ella who appeared to still be sleeping. Looking away Tobi looked around the room and then to his bedside table, where his phone still lay. Breathing deeply as the memories of last night played through his mind he reached out snatching his phone from his bedside.

Ella slowly began to stir, the previous day very much a blur for her. She would still be asleep if not for feeling the bed move. “What time is it,” she asked softly, moving closer, kissing him.

“4am.” He replies seeing Ella has awoken, he smiles moving in to deepen their kiss with a smile. “Sleep well?” He asked an arm wrapping around her waist to pull her closer to him. Their naked bodies inches from one another again.

“It’s so early,” she hummed, giggling as he pulled her close. “Better than I have in a long time. You?”

Tobias nods squeezing her hips as he pulled her into a deepened kiss. “I wasn’t too rough last night right? Cause I plan to make sure I take you in every way possible.” Tobi struck her ass gently and began to plant a few kisses along her neck.

“Too rough,” she hummed, kissing him. “Never. I’m yours, all day.”

Tobi smirks pulling away as he’d watched Ella for a moment. “Good, now do you want to go back to sleep? It’s too early for breakfast now isn’t it?” Tobi was good with either but wanted her to choose.

“Way too early,” she grinned, moving to straddle his lap. “The real question is, is it too early for you to fuck me, because my pussy is aching for you to stretch it again.”

Tobi smirked as she straddled his lap, his cock fully hard again propped against her stomach. “It’s never too early for that, besides El I want to make sure I fill you up again and again.” Tobi smiles gripping her hips, before smacking her ass hard.

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Fannie stepped back, slowly removing her cheer uniform. As she did, her hands trembled, her eyes on his. Once nude, she let her hair down and lifted herself onto his desk. Leaning back, she spread her legs, revealing her bare cunt. It ached, throbbed, and was dripping. She swallowed thickly, eyes on Vincent. “Is this what you want,” she asked, voice shaking. She was afraid they’d get caught, that everyone would know.

Vincent went to thr door of his class and locked it quickly, his gaze fixed on Fannie’s naked body. Now he was certain no one could interrupt them, he walked back to the now naked Fannie on his desk. At the sight of her bare cunt, Vincent licks his lips. “It is, then I’m going to fuck you senseless in every part of this class.” He assured her as he leaned down, gripping her thighs. Within moments his tongue was buried in her pussy.

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Her hand didn’t go up when he asked for a volunteer. She never volunteered. Especially when it involved standing in front of a class. Standing in front of him.

When she heard her name looked up, cerulean blue eyes meeting his gaze. She felt her cheeks burn slightly as she stood, gently pulling the hem on her cheer skirt down, a nervous tick, even as she smiled softly. She could hear the girls whispering to each other, calling her names. “Teachers pet” and “princess” as they glared at her. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear she stepped closer.

“How would you like me,” she asked softly, hoping only he could hear. Instinctively, she took a deep breath, his scent filling her. Her eyes stayed on his, waiting for his instructions. From the back of the class she heard her boyfriend make a comment about her body, causing her to instantly freeze.

Vincent had chosen deliberately for many reasons, she wasn’t as desperate for him as the other women in his class were. But there was something more there and he wanted to use that, she was gifted in a great many ways. The main being physically as she was mesmerisingly gorgeous to him. As she approached him, Vincent ignored the other girls comments that he’d hard as she met his gaze Vincent gave Fan his usual smile. He reached out leaning in as he’s placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Your doing perfectly love, no one in this class can compare just be your beautiful self .” He whispered softly in her ear in an almost sensual tone, to respond to her whisper. Before switching back to teacher mode, Vincent continued to teach. “When drawing or painting a person it’s the details that matter most..” as he spoke, Vincent took his hand and gently brushed the hair from her face tucking the strand behind her ear. “Wether it’s the eyes and the essence behind them, the definition in their cheeks or a single strand of hair.”

Fannie obediently turned to face the class, remaining still even as he touched her. She glanced at the various faces in the class, her gaze eventually focusing on the back wall. She did her best not to respond to his groping, but her body betrayed her.

Her breathing grew shallow as she swallowed thickly, her heart pounding in her chest. No one had ever touched her like this, let alone in front of people. There were murmurs from the class, some of the boys shifting in their seats. The low noise was enough to make her want to retreat, but the half step between them closed instantly as she did, pressing his crotch more firmly against her.

The feel of his breath on her neck made her panties wet, her nipple hardening under his touch. “Sir,” she breathed, breath trembling. She feel the eyes of the class on her, undressing her as she stood their, helpless.

“If we’re supposed to paint every curve,” one of the jealous girls smirked, “shouldn’t we know what they look like?” If she couldn’t be his muse, she was going to make same sure she embarrassed Fannie.

Vincent had been loosing himself in the moment and had nearly lost track of time, as he’d been toying with Fannie’s perfect figure as he desired. Feeling her nipples harden under his touch prompted a smirk as he then resumed his teaching. “It does, but that’s between you and your own muse..would you agree Fan?” He asked whispering the last part softly in her ear.

As she pressed back against him, Vincent could feel himself harden against her somewhat. Perhaps she’d come to see him after school and then they could take things further. But alas this was all they could do for now. He could ask her to see him at the end of the day, but where was the fun in that? “It’s important, that you make sure your muse chooses to do what they are comfortable with.”

If he had his way, he’d have had Fan stripped on his desk there and then. But perhaps that would change in future. From the movements and responses she was giving, Vincent felt she liked his touch. Maybe she’d not experienced such things, but she needed to know only he could give her that.

“If not it affects the outcome of your work.” Vincent adds letting his hands move away from her now. “Thank you Fannie, you’ve been very helpful you may return to your seat.” Vincent states giving her ass a small spank before he returns to his desk.

Her eyes went wide as she felt the smack, making her jump slightly. Of course the class giggled, her cheeks flushing as she sat, eyes on him. She couldn’t believe he’d done that in full view of everyone, and none of them said a word. Then again, neither did she. She could’ve stopped him, stepped away, but she didn’t. As her mind spun the bell rang, making her jump. She gathered her things, waiting for her boyfriend by the class door.

“Nice lesson,” he grinned as he passed Vincent. “Got further than I ever have. Maybe you could give me a few pointers,” he added, wrapping an arm around Fannie, whose eyes were still on her teacher. “See you tomorrow,” he added, practically pulling her along. Her thoughts were still spinning, and she needed to talk to him. After school, once she wouldn’t be the center of attention.

His gaze had been on her since the moment she’d gotten back to her seat, but alas as the bell rang Vincent took a moment to stretch. Perhaps he’d see her after school and he hoped he did, Vincent paid no mind to her boyfriend. After all he wasn’t worth Vincent’s time outside if class. As they’d left his and her eyes met once more.

The rest of the day was uneventful, and while the once lively halls grew quiet Vincent was catching up on a few bits of work. The events of that class fill fresh in his mind, but he was more interested on whether Fannie would make an appearance or not.

When the dismissal bell rang Fannie made her way to Vincent’s classroom. She was embarrassed and aroused by his behavior in class, and couldn’t decide which was worse. He’d groped her in front of the class, a bold, daring move, and now she felt as though everyone were talking about it. She stood outside his door, books held firmly to her chest as she weighed her options. Before she knew what she was doing, she knocked on the door, not wanting to surprise him.

“Sir,” she called as she cracked the door. “May I come in?”

Vincent’s attention peeked when he’d heard her voice as he didn’t get up, but he stopped what he was doing. He was wondering how this would go, so he simply nodded in response. “You may come in, what can I do for you?” He asks ensuring she’d have his complete attention. He didn’t regret anything he’d done to her in that class, but was more interested in what Fannie had to say.

“Thank you,” she smiled nervously, closing the door behind her. “I’ve been thinking…all day, really…about class. I was wondering why…why you chose me. I didn’t volunteer. You had so many other girls with their hands up. I mean, I’m sure there were even a few guys,” she giggled. “And then there was…well, the presentation…”

Her face burned as she thought about how he’d made her feel, what he’d done. “That was the first time…I’ve never even kissed Tommy…”

Vincent watched her curiously and tilted his head, prompting him to lean back in his chair. “I choose you because of your gifts Fannie, and unlike the desperate people in my class you actually are there for the work.” His eyes wandered over her again with a faint smirk. “I have no interest in them, your my model..” he adds.

“Did you like it?” He asks leaning forward, his gaze never leaving her once. As she spoke of being new to all of this, it means he could make her his. “If you want to feel that way again, I can only give that it you no one else can.”

Fannie blinked, surprised by his boldness. “Did I…Sir…” Her words escaped her, flustered, shifting in her seat. “It felt very nice,” she admitted softly, looking down for a moment. “I’m not sure I am capable of being your model, muse. Don’t they…nearly every artist whose model or muse was known was intimate with them, some even living with them and their spouse.” She looked up, catching herself rambling.

“My apologies, Sir. Wouldn’t it be frowned upon? I don’t want to do anything that may get you in trouble.”

Vincent rose from his chair crossing his arms over his chest, a smirk crossed his lips admiring the flustered look on her face. “Well it’ll feel nicer the more you get it.” Vincent adds tilting his head with a small shrug. “And some do some don’t, it depends on the connection they want. “ Vincent uncrossed his arms and took the sketch he’d made of her earlier off the table. It was a very detailed sketch of her posing nude suggestively on his desk. “Well it wouldn’t be an issue Fannie, because no one would know other than us.” He walked around the desk and then stood in front of her, giving her the sketch.

Fannie looked at the sketch, then up at him. “And if I want more,” she asked, her voice cracking. “More than just this. How would we, well, how would we see each other? I have a curfew, but I suppose if I said I was staying with a friend,” she breathed. She wanted to be the girl in the sketch. She wanted to be more than that. But she didn’t know how to be what he was asking for.

“I’ve never even been kissed,” she repeated, pleading eyes looking up into his. “Promised you won’t treat me like I’m some curio, to be looked at and never touched? Everyone does,” she continued, her lip quivering.

“We would figure that out together Fannie, we would see one another whenever and wherever we wanted.” Vincent adds thinking for a moment before continuing. “There’s plenty of ways around curfews don’t worry.” He assured her now standing in front of her. At the mention of her never being kissed. Vincent reaches out brushing the hair from her face. Then he leaned in deepening the kiss gently.

Pulling away he looked into her eyes. “I will treat you like the perfect woman you are, every kiss and more will prove how serious I am.” Vincent responds. “If I had my way in class, I would’ve stripped you and taken you there and then on my desk.

Fannie froze as he kissed her, not expecting it, yet when he pulled away, she followed for a moment, wanting, no, needing more. “Will I be expected to dress how you would like,” she asked, almost eager for him to guide her into the perfection she chased. He clearly saw her in ways she never has, and wanted nothing more than to be what he saw.

Watching her follow was curious, as Vincent stayed in place studying her closely. He nodded and pictured the many ways, she could show just how perfect she was in his eyes. “Yes you should, how else can I change the way you see yourself?” He asked reassuringly, letting his hand reach out and touch her cheek. “Because when you see yourself the way I do, you’ll be unstoppable.” He adds letting his other hand move up her chest. “Now tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen.” He needed her badly.

Fannie leaned into his touch this time, her heart pounding. “Teach me,” she asked softly. “Teach me to be yours, perfectly obedient, please. I…please, Sir, make love to me. Here. Now. Take my virginity, claim my body and soul as yours…”

Vincent smiles as he’d gotten the answer he’d wanted his heart racing, as he deepened a kiss against her lips. “Strip for me and get on my desk so I can taste how wet you are for me Fan.” Vincent orders, his cock already hardened and begging for her once again. Taking off his t shirt and tossing it aside, Vincent gaze still remains on her.

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Her hand didn’t go up when he asked for a volunteer. She never volunteered. Especially when it involved standing in front of a class. Standing in front of him.

When she heard her name looked up, cerulean blue eyes meeting his gaze. She felt her cheeks burn slightly as she stood, gently pulling the hem on her cheer skirt down, a nervous tick, even as she smiled softly. She could hear the girls whispering to each other, calling her names. “Teachers pet” and “princess” as they glared at her. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear she stepped closer.

“How would you like me,” she asked softly, hoping only he could hear. Instinctively, she took a deep breath, his scent filling her. Her eyes stayed on his, waiting for his instructions. From the back of the class she heard her boyfriend make a comment about her body, causing her to instantly freeze.

Vincent had chosen deliberately for many reasons, she wasn’t as desperate for him as the other women in his class were. But there was something more there and he wanted to use that, she was gifted in a great many ways. The main being physically as she was mesmerisingly gorgeous to him. As she approached him, Vincent ignored the other girls comments that he’d hard as she met his gaze Vincent gave Fan his usual smile. He reached out leaning in as he’s placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Your doing perfectly love, no one in this class can compare just be your beautiful self .” He whispered softly in her ear in an almost sensual tone, to respond to her whisper. Before switching back to teacher mode, Vincent continued to teach. “When drawing or painting a person it’s the details that matter most..” as he spoke, Vincent took his hand and gently brushed the hair from her face tucking the strand behind her ear. “Wether it’s the eyes and the essence behind them, the definition in their cheeks or a single strand of hair.”

Fannie obediently turned to face the class, remaining still even as he touched her. She glanced at the various faces in the class, her gaze eventually focusing on the back wall. She did her best not to respond to his groping, but her body betrayed her.

Her breathing grew shallow as she swallowed thickly, her heart pounding in her chest. No one had ever touched her like this, let alone in front of people. There were murmurs from the class, some of the boys shifting in their seats. The low noise was enough to make her want to retreat, but the half step between them closed instantly as she did, pressing his crotch more firmly against her.

The feel of his breath on her neck made her panties wet, her nipple hardening under his touch. “Sir,” she breathed, breath trembling. She feel the eyes of the class on her, undressing her as she stood their, helpless.

“If we’re supposed to paint every curve,” one of the jealous girls smirked, “shouldn’t we know what they look like?” If she couldn’t be his muse, she was going to make same sure she embarrassed Fannie.

Vincent had been loosing himself in the moment and had nearly lost track of time, as he’d been toying with Fannie’s perfect figure as he desired. Feeling her nipples harden under his touch prompted a smirk as he then resumed his teaching. “It does, but that’s between you and your own muse..would you agree Fan?” He asked whispering the last part softly in her ear.

As she pressed back against him, Vincent could feel himself harden against her somewhat. Perhaps she’d come to see him after school and then they could take things further. But alas this was all they could do for now. He could ask her to see him at the end of the day, but where was the fun in that? “It’s important, that you make sure your muse chooses to do what they are comfortable with.”

If he had his way, he’d have had Fan stripped on his desk there and then. But perhaps that would change in future. From the movements and responses she was giving, Vincent felt she liked his touch. Maybe she’d not experienced such things, but she needed to know only he could give her that.

“If not it affects the outcome of your work.” Vincent adds letting his hands move away from her now. “Thank you Fannie, you’ve been very helpful you may return to your seat.” Vincent states giving her ass a small spank before he returns to his desk.

Her eyes went wide as she felt the smack, making her jump slightly. Of course the class giggled, her cheeks flushing as she sat, eyes on him. She couldn’t believe he’d done that in full view of everyone, and none of them said a word. Then again, neither did she. She could’ve stopped him, stepped away, but she didn’t. As her mind spun the bell rang, making her jump. She gathered her things, waiting for her boyfriend by the class door.

“Nice lesson,” he grinned as he passed Vincent. “Got further than I ever have. Maybe you could give me a few pointers,” he added, wrapping an arm around Fannie, whose eyes were still on her teacher. “See you tomorrow,” he added, practically pulling her along. Her thoughts were still spinning, and she needed to talk to him. After school, once she wouldn’t be the center of attention.

His gaze had been on her since the moment she’d gotten back to her seat, but alas as the bell rang Vincent took a moment to stretch. Perhaps he’d see her after school and he hoped he did, Vincent paid no mind to her boyfriend. After all he wasn’t worth Vincent’s time outside if class. As they’d left his and her eyes met once more.

The rest of the day was uneventful, and while the once lively halls grew quiet Vincent was catching up on a few bits of work. The events of that class fill fresh in his mind, but he was more interested on whether Fannie would make an appearance or not.

When the dismissal bell rang Fannie made her way to Vincent’s classroom. She was embarrassed and aroused by his behavior in class, and couldn’t decide which was worse. He’d groped her in front of the class, a bold, daring move, and now she felt as though everyone were talking about it. She stood outside his door, books held firmly to her chest as she weighed her options. Before she knew what she was doing, she knocked on the door, not wanting to surprise him.

“Sir,” she called as she cracked the door. “May I come in?”

Vincent’s attention peeked when he’d heard her voice as he didn’t get up, but he stopped what he was doing. He was wondering how this would go, so he simply nodded in response. “You may come in, what can I do for you?” He asks ensuring she’d have his complete attention. He didn’t regret anything he’d done to her in that class, but was more interested in what Fannie had to say.

“Thank you,” she smiled nervously, closing the door behind her. “I’ve been thinking…all day, really…about class. I was wondering why…why you chose me. I didn’t volunteer. You had so many other girls with their hands up. I mean, I’m sure there were even a few guys,” she giggled. “And then there was…well, the presentation…”

Her face burned as she thought about how he’d made her feel, what he’d done. “That was the first time…I’ve never even kissed Tommy…”

Vincent watched her curiously and tilted his head, prompting him to lean back in his chair. “I choose you because of your gifts Fannie, and unlike the desperate people in my class you actually are there for the work.” His eyes wandered over her again with a faint smirk. “I have no interest in them, your my model..” he adds.

“Did you like it?” He asks leaning forward, his gaze never leaving her once. As she spoke of being new to all of this, it means he could make her his. “If you want to feel that way again, I can only give that it you no one else can.”

Fannie blinked, surprised by his boldness. “Did I…Sir…” Her words escaped her, flustered, shifting in her seat. “It felt very nice,” she admitted softly, looking down for a moment. “I’m not sure I am capable of being your model, muse. Don’t they…nearly every artist whose model or muse was known was intimate with them, some even living with them and their spouse.” She looked up, catching herself rambling.

“My apologies, Sir. Wouldn’t it be frowned upon? I don’t want to do anything that may get you in trouble.”

Vincent rose from his chair crossing his arms over his chest, a smirk crossed his lips admiring the flustered look on her face. “Well it’ll feel nicer the more you get it.” Vincent adds tilting his head with a small shrug. “And some do some don’t, it depends on the connection they want. “ Vincent uncrossed his arms and took the sketch he’d made of her earlier off the table. It was a very detailed sketch of her posing nude suggestively on his desk. “Well it wouldn’t be an issue Fannie, because no one would know other than us.” He walked around the desk and then stood in front of her, giving her the sketch.

Fannie looked at the sketch, then up at him. “And if I want more,” she asked, her voice cracking. “More than just this. How would we, well, how would we see each other? I have a curfew, but I suppose if I said I was staying with a friend,” she breathed. She wanted to be the girl in the sketch. She wanted to be more than that. But she didn’t know how to be what he was asking for.

“I’ve never even been kissed,” she repeated, pleading eyes looking up into his. “Promised you won’t treat me like I’m some curio, to be looked at and never touched? Everyone does,” she continued, her lip quivering.

“We would figure that out together Fannie, we would see one another whenever and wherever we wanted.” Vincent adds thinking for a moment before continuing. “There’s plenty of ways around curfews don’t worry.” He assured her now standing in front of her. At the mention of her never being kissed. Vincent reaches out brushing the hair from her face. Then he leaned in deepening the kiss gently.

Pulling away he looked into her eyes. “I will treat you like the perfect woman you are, every kiss and more will prove how serious I am.” Vincent responds. “If I had my way in class, I would’ve stripped you and taken you there and then on my desk.

Fannie froze as he kissed her, not expecting it, yet when he pulled away, she followed for a moment, wanting, no, needing more. “Will I be expected to dress how you would like,” she asked, almost eager for him to guide her into the perfection she chased. He clearly saw her in ways she never has, and wanted nothing more than to be what he saw.

Watching her follow was curious, as Vincent stayed in place studying her closely. He nodded and pictured the many ways, she could show just how perfect she was in his eyes. “Yes you should, how else can I change the way you see yourself?” He asked reassuringly, letting his hand reach out and touch her cheek. “Because when you see yourself the way I do, you’ll be unstoppable.” He adds letting his other hand move up her chest. “Now tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen.” He needed her badly.

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Her hand didn’t go up when he asked for a volunteer. She never volunteered. Especially when it involved standing in front of a class. Standing in front of him.

When she heard her name looked up, cerulean blue eyes meeting his gaze. She felt her cheeks burn slightly as she stood, gently pulling the hem on her cheer skirt down, a nervous tick, even as she smiled softly. She could hear the girls whispering to each other, calling her names. “Teachers pet” and “princess” as they glared at her. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear she stepped closer.

“How would you like me,” she asked softly, hoping only he could hear. Instinctively, she took a deep breath, his scent filling her. Her eyes stayed on his, waiting for his instructions. From the back of the class she heard her boyfriend make a comment about her body, causing her to instantly freeze.

Vincent had chosen deliberately for many reasons, she wasn’t as desperate for him as the other women in his class were. But there was something more there and he wanted to use that, she was gifted in a great many ways. The main being physically as she was mesmerisingly gorgeous to him. As she approached him, Vincent ignored the other girls comments that he’d hard as she met his gaze Vincent gave Fan his usual smile. He reached out leaning in as he’s placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Your doing perfectly love, no one in this class can compare just be your beautiful self .” He whispered softly in her ear in an almost sensual tone, to respond to her whisper. Before switching back to teacher mode, Vincent continued to teach. “When drawing or painting a person it’s the details that matter most..” as he spoke, Vincent took his hand and gently brushed the hair from her face tucking the strand behind her ear. “Wether it’s the eyes and the essence behind them, the definition in their cheeks or a single strand of hair.”

Fannie obediently turned to face the class, remaining still even as he touched her. She glanced at the various faces in the class, her gaze eventually focusing on the back wall. She did her best not to respond to his groping, but her body betrayed her.

Her breathing grew shallow as she swallowed thickly, her heart pounding in her chest. No one had ever touched her like this, let alone in front of people. There were murmurs from the class, some of the boys shifting in their seats. The low noise was enough to make her want to retreat, but the half step between them closed instantly as she did, pressing his crotch more firmly against her.

The feel of his breath on her neck made her panties wet, her nipple hardening under his touch. “Sir,” she breathed, breath trembling. She feel the eyes of the class on her, undressing her as she stood their, helpless.

“If we’re supposed to paint every curve,” one of the jealous girls smirked, “shouldn’t we know what they look like?” If she couldn’t be his muse, she was going to make same sure she embarrassed Fannie.

Vincent had been loosing himself in the moment and had nearly lost track of time, as he’d been toying with Fannie’s perfect figure as he desired. Feeling her nipples harden under his touch prompted a smirk as he then resumed his teaching. “It does, but that’s between you and your own muse..would you agree Fan?” He asked whispering the last part softly in her ear.

As she pressed back against him, Vincent could feel himself harden against her somewhat. Perhaps she’d come to see him after school and then they could take things further. But alas this was all they could do for now. He could ask her to see him at the end of the day, but where was the fun in that? “It’s important, that you make sure your muse chooses to do what they are comfortable with.”

If he had his way, he’d have had Fan stripped on his desk there and then. But perhaps that would change in future. From the movements and responses she was giving, Vincent felt she liked his touch. Maybe she’d not experienced such things, but she needed to know only he could give her that.

“If not it affects the outcome of your work.” Vincent adds letting his hands move away from her now. “Thank you Fannie, you’ve been very helpful you may return to your seat.” Vincent states giving her ass a small spank before he returns to his desk.

Her eyes went wide as she felt the smack, making her jump slightly. Of course the class giggled, her cheeks flushing as she sat, eyes on him. She couldn’t believe he’d done that in full view of everyone, and none of them said a word. Then again, neither did she. She could’ve stopped him, stepped away, but she didn’t. As her mind spun the bell rang, making her jump. She gathered her things, waiting for her boyfriend by the class door.

“Nice lesson,” he grinned as he passed Vincent. “Got further than I ever have. Maybe you could give me a few pointers,” he added, wrapping an arm around Fannie, whose eyes were still on her teacher. “See you tomorrow,” he added, practically pulling her along. Her thoughts were still spinning, and she needed to talk to him. After school, once she wouldn’t be the center of attention.

His gaze had been on her since the moment she’d gotten back to her seat, but alas as the bell rang Vincent took a moment to stretch. Perhaps he’d see her after school and he hoped he did, Vincent paid no mind to her boyfriend. After all he wasn’t worth Vincent’s time outside if class. As they’d left his and her eyes met once more.

The rest of the day was uneventful, and while the once lively halls grew quiet Vincent was catching up on a few bits of work. The events of that class fill fresh in his mind, but he was more interested on whether Fannie would make an appearance or not.

When the dismissal bell rang Fannie made her way to Vincent’s classroom. She was embarrassed and aroused by his behavior in class, and couldn’t decide which was worse. He’d groped her in front of the class, a bold, daring move, and now she felt as though everyone were talking about it. She stood outside his door, books held firmly to her chest as she weighed her options. Before she knew what she was doing, she knocked on the door, not wanting to surprise him.

“Sir,” she called as she cracked the door. “May I come in?”

Vincent’s attention peeked when he’d heard her voice as he didn’t get up, but he stopped what he was doing. He was wondering how this would go, so he simply nodded in response. “You may come in, what can I do for you?” He asks ensuring she’d have his complete attention. He didn’t regret anything he’d done to her in that class, but was more interested in what Fannie had to say.

“Thank you,” she smiled nervously, closing the door behind her. “I’ve been thinking…all day, really…about class. I was wondering why…why you chose me. I didn’t volunteer. You had so many other girls with their hands up. I mean, I’m sure there were even a few guys,” she giggled. “And then there was…well, the presentation…”

Her face burned as she thought about how he’d made her feel, what he’d done. “That was the first time…I’ve never even kissed Tommy…”

Vincent watched her curiously and tilted his head, prompting him to lean back in his chair. “I choose you because of your gifts Fannie, and unlike the desperate people in my class you actually are there for the work.” His eyes wandered over her again with a faint smirk. “I have no interest in them, your my model..” he adds.

“Did you like it?” He asks leaning forward, his gaze never leaving her once. As she spoke of being new to all of this, it means he could make her his. “If you want to feel that way again, I can only give that it you no one else can.”

Fannie blinked, surprised by his boldness. “Did I…Sir…” Her words escaped her, flustered, shifting in her seat. “It felt very nice,” she admitted softly, looking down for a moment. “I’m not sure I am capable of being your model, muse. Don’t they…nearly every artist whose model or muse was known was intimate with them, some even living with them and their spouse.” She looked up, catching herself rambling.

“My apologies, Sir. Wouldn’t it be frowned upon? I don’t want to do anything that may get you in trouble.”

Vincent rose from his chair crossing his arms over his chest, a smirk crossed his lips admiring the flustered look on her face. “Well it’ll feel nicer the more you get it.” Vincent adds tilting his head with a small shrug. “And some do some don’t, it depends on the connection they want. “ Vincent uncrossed his arms and took the sketch he’d made of her earlier off the table. It was a very detailed sketch of her posing nude suggestively on his desk. “Well it wouldn’t be an issue Fannie, because no one would know other than us.” He walked around the desk and then stood in front of her, giving her the sketch.

Fannie looked at the sketch, then up at him. “And if I want more,” she asked, her voice cracking. “More than just this. How would we, well, how would we see each other? I have a curfew, but I suppose if I said I was staying with a friend,” she breathed. She wanted to be the girl in the sketch. She wanted to be more than that. But she didn’t know how to be what he was asking for.

“I’ve never even been kissed,” she repeated, pleading eyes looking up into his. “Promised you won’t treat me like I’m some curio, to be looked at and never touched? Everyone does,” she continued, her lip quivering.

“We would figure that out together Fannie, we would see one another whenever and wherever we wanted.” Vincent adds thinking for a moment before continuing. “There’s plenty of ways around curfews don’t worry.” He assured her now standing in front of her. At the mention of her never being kissed. Vincent reaches out brushing the hair from her face. Then he leaned in deepening the kiss gently.

Pulling away he looked into her eyes. “I will treat you like the perfect woman you are, every kiss and more will prove how serious I am.” Vincent responds. “If I had my way in class, I would’ve stripped you and taken you there and then on my desk.

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Her hand didn’t go up when he asked for a volunteer. She never volunteered. Especially when it involved standing in front of a class. Standing in front of him.

When she heard her name looked up, cerulean blue eyes meeting his gaze. She felt her cheeks burn slightly as she stood, gently pulling the hem on her cheer skirt down, a nervous tick, even as she smiled softly. She could hear the girls whispering to each other, calling her names. “Teachers pet” and “princess” as they glared at her. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear she stepped closer.

“How would you like me,” she asked softly, hoping only he could hear. Instinctively, she took a deep breath, his scent filling her. Her eyes stayed on his, waiting for his instructions. From the back of the class she heard her boyfriend make a comment about her body, causing her to instantly freeze.

Vincent had chosen deliberately for many reasons, she wasn’t as desperate for him as the other women in his class were. But there was something more there and he wanted to use that, she was gifted in a great many ways. The main being physically as she was mesmerisingly gorgeous to him. As she approached him, Vincent ignored the other girls comments that he’d hard as she met his gaze Vincent gave Fan his usual smile. He reached out leaning in as he’s placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Your doing perfectly love, no one in this class can compare just be your beautiful self .” He whispered softly in her ear in an almost sensual tone, to respond to her whisper. Before switching back to teacher mode, Vincent continued to teach. “When drawing or painting a person it’s the details that matter most..” as he spoke, Vincent took his hand and gently brushed the hair from her face tucking the strand behind her ear. “Wether it’s the eyes and the essence behind them, the definition in their cheeks or a single strand of hair.”

Fannie obediently turned to face the class, remaining still even as he touched her. She glanced at the various faces in the class, her gaze eventually focusing on the back wall. She did her best not to respond to his groping, but her body betrayed her.

Her breathing grew shallow as she swallowed thickly, her heart pounding in her chest. No one had ever touched her like this, let alone in front of people. There were murmurs from the class, some of the boys shifting in their seats. The low noise was enough to make her want to retreat, but the half step between them closed instantly as she did, pressing his crotch more firmly against her.

The feel of his breath on her neck made her panties wet, her nipple hardening under his touch. “Sir,” she breathed, breath trembling. She feel the eyes of the class on her, undressing her as she stood their, helpless.

“If we’re supposed to paint every curve,” one of the jealous girls smirked, “shouldn’t we know what they look like?” If she couldn’t be his muse, she was going to make same sure she embarrassed Fannie.

Vincent had been loosing himself in the moment and had nearly lost track of time, as he’d been toying with Fannie’s perfect figure as he desired. Feeling her nipples harden under his touch prompted a smirk as he then resumed his teaching. “It does, but that’s between you and your own muse..would you agree Fan?” He asked whispering the last part softly in her ear.

As she pressed back against him, Vincent could feel himself harden against her somewhat. Perhaps she’d come to see him after school and then they could take things further. But alas this was all they could do for now. He could ask her to see him at the end of the day, but where was the fun in that? “It’s important, that you make sure your muse chooses to do what they are comfortable with.”

If he had his way, he’d have had Fan stripped on his desk there and then. But perhaps that would change in future. From the movements and responses she was giving, Vincent felt she liked his touch. Maybe she’d not experienced such things, but she needed to know only he could give her that.

“If not it affects the outcome of your work.” Vincent adds letting his hands move away from her now. “Thank you Fannie, you’ve been very helpful you may return to your seat.” Vincent states giving her ass a small spank before he returns to his desk.

Her eyes went wide as she felt the smack, making her jump slightly. Of course the class giggled, her cheeks flushing as she sat, eyes on him. She couldn’t believe he’d done that in full view of everyone, and none of them said a word. Then again, neither did she. She could’ve stopped him, stepped away, but she didn’t. As her mind spun the bell rang, making her jump. She gathered her things, waiting for her boyfriend by the class door.

“Nice lesson,” he grinned as he passed Vincent. “Got further than I ever have. Maybe you could give me a few pointers,” he added, wrapping an arm around Fannie, whose eyes were still on her teacher. “See you tomorrow,” he added, practically pulling her along. Her thoughts were still spinning, and she needed to talk to him. After school, once she wouldn’t be the center of attention.

His gaze had been on her since the moment she’d gotten back to her seat, but alas as the bell rang Vincent took a moment to stretch. Perhaps he’d see her after school and he hoped he did, Vincent paid no mind to her boyfriend. After all he wasn’t worth Vincent’s time outside if class. As they’d left his and her eyes met once more.

The rest of the day was uneventful, and while the once lively halls grew quiet Vincent was catching up on a few bits of work. The events of that class fill fresh in his mind, but he was more interested on whether Fannie would make an appearance or not.

When the dismissal bell rang Fannie made her way to Vincent’s classroom. She was embarrassed and aroused by his behavior in class, and couldn’t decide which was worse. He’d groped her in front of the class, a bold, daring move, and now she felt as though everyone were talking about it. She stood outside his door, books held firmly to her chest as she weighed her options. Before she knew what she was doing, she knocked on the door, not wanting to surprise him.

“Sir,” she called as she cracked the door. “May I come in?”

Vincent’s attention peeked when he’d heard her voice as he didn’t get up, but he stopped what he was doing. He was wondering how this would go, so he simply nodded in response. “You may come in, what can I do for you?” He asks ensuring she’d have his complete attention. He didn’t regret anything he’d done to her in that class, but was more interested in what Fannie had to say.

“Thank you,” she smiled nervously, closing the door behind her. “I’ve been thinking…all day, really…about class. I was wondering why…why you chose me. I didn’t volunteer. You had so many other girls with their hands up. I mean, I’m sure there were even a few guys,” she giggled. “And then there was…well, the presentation…”

Her face burned as she thought about how he’d made her feel, what he’d done. “That was the first time…I’ve never even kissed Tommy…”

Vincent watched her curiously and tilted his head, prompting him to lean back in his chair. “I choose you because of your gifts Fannie, and unlike the desperate people in my class you actually are there for the work.” His eyes wandered over her again with a faint smirk. “I have no interest in them, your my model..” he adds.

“Did you like it?” He asks leaning forward, his gaze never leaving her once. As she spoke of being new to all of this, it means he could make her his. “If you want to feel that way again, I can only give that it you no one else can.”

Fannie blinked, surprised by his boldness. “Did I…Sir…” Her words escaped her, flustered, shifting in her seat. “It felt very nice,” she admitted softly, looking down for a moment. “I’m not sure I am capable of being your model, muse. Don’t they…nearly every artist whose model or muse was known was intimate with them, some even living with them and their spouse.” She looked up, catching herself rambling.

“My apologies, Sir. Wouldn’t it be frowned upon? I don’t want to do anything that may get you in trouble.”

Vincent rose from his chair crossing his arms over his chest, a smirk crossed his lips admiring the flustered look on her face. “Well it’ll feel nicer the more you get it.” Vincent adds tilting his head with a small shrug. “And some do some don’t, it depends on the connection they want. “ Vincent uncrossed his arms and took the sketch he’d made of her earlier off the table. It was a very detailed sketch of her posing nude suggestively on his desk. “Well it wouldn’t be an issue Fannie, because no one would know other than us.” He walked around the desk and then stood in front of her, giving her the sketch.

@ellaxvasiliev

Tobi was still expecting his encounter with Ella to have been some elaborate dream, but when he’d woken up the following morning he’d seen that it was very much real. Gently sitting up, Tobi looked to Ella who appeared to still be sleeping. Looking away Tobi looked around the room and then to his bedside table, where his phone still lay. Breathing deeply as the memories of last night played through his mind he reached out snatching his phone from his bedside.

Ella slowly began to stir, the previous day very much a blur for her. She would still be asleep if not for feeling the bed move. “What time is it,” she asked softly, moving closer, kissing him.

“4am.” He replies seeing Ella has awoken, he smiles moving in to deepen their kiss with a smile. “Sleep well?” He asked an arm wrapping around her waist to pull her closer to him. Their naked bodies inches from one another again.

“It’s so early,” she hummed, giggling as he pulled her close. “Better than I have in a long time. You?”

Tobias nods squeezing her hips as he pulled her into a deepened kiss. “I wasn’t too rough last night right? Cause I plan to make sure I take you in every way possible.” Tobi struck her ass gently and began to plant a few kisses along her neck.

“Too rough,” she hummed, kissing him. “Never. I’m yours, all day.”

Tobi smirks pulling away as he’d watched Ella for a moment. “Good, now do you want to go back to sleep? It’s too early for breakfast now isn’t it?” Tobi was good with either but wanted her to choose.

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Her hand didn’t go up when he asked for a volunteer. She never volunteered. Especially when it involved standing in front of a class. Standing in front of him.

When she heard her name looked up, cerulean blue eyes meeting his gaze. She felt her cheeks burn slightly as she stood, gently pulling the hem on her cheer skirt down, a nervous tick, even as she smiled softly. She could hear the girls whispering to each other, calling her names. “Teachers pet” and “princess” as they glared at her. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear she stepped closer.

“How would you like me,” she asked softly, hoping only he could hear. Instinctively, she took a deep breath, his scent filling her. Her eyes stayed on his, waiting for his instructions. From the back of the class she heard her boyfriend make a comment about her body, causing her to instantly freeze.

Vincent had chosen deliberately for many reasons, she wasn’t as desperate for him as the other women in his class were. But there was something more there and he wanted to use that, she was gifted in a great many ways. The main being physically as she was mesmerisingly gorgeous to him. As she approached him, Vincent ignored the other girls comments that he’d hard as she met his gaze Vincent gave Fan his usual smile. He reached out leaning in as he’s placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Your doing perfectly love, no one in this class can compare just be your beautiful self .” He whispered softly in her ear in an almost sensual tone, to respond to her whisper. Before switching back to teacher mode, Vincent continued to teach. “When drawing or painting a person it’s the details that matter most..” as he spoke, Vincent took his hand and gently brushed the hair from her face tucking the strand behind her ear. “Wether it’s the eyes and the essence behind them, the definition in their cheeks or a single strand of hair.”

Fannie obediently turned to face the class, remaining still even as he touched her. She glanced at the various faces in the class, her gaze eventually focusing on the back wall. She did her best not to respond to his groping, but her body betrayed her.

Her breathing grew shallow as she swallowed thickly, her heart pounding in her chest. No one had ever touched her like this, let alone in front of people. There were murmurs from the class, some of the boys shifting in their seats. The low noise was enough to make her want to retreat, but the half step between them closed instantly as she did, pressing his crotch more firmly against her.

The feel of his breath on her neck made her panties wet, her nipple hardening under his touch. “Sir,” she breathed, breath trembling. She feel the eyes of the class on her, undressing her as she stood their, helpless.

“If we’re supposed to paint every curve,” one of the jealous girls smirked, “shouldn’t we know what they look like?” If she couldn’t be his muse, she was going to make same sure she embarrassed Fannie.

Vincent had been loosing himself in the moment and had nearly lost track of time, as he’d been toying with Fannie’s perfect figure as he desired. Feeling her nipples harden under his touch prompted a smirk as he then resumed his teaching. “It does, but that’s between you and your own muse..would you agree Fan?” He asked whispering the last part softly in her ear.

As she pressed back against him, Vincent could feel himself harden against her somewhat. Perhaps she’d come to see him after school and then they could take things further. But alas this was all they could do for now. He could ask her to see him at the end of the day, but where was the fun in that? “It’s important, that you make sure your muse chooses to do what they are comfortable with.”

If he had his way, he’d have had Fan stripped on his desk there and then. But perhaps that would change in future. From the movements and responses she was giving, Vincent felt she liked his touch. Maybe she’d not experienced such things, but she needed to know only he could give her that.

“If not it affects the outcome of your work.” Vincent adds letting his hands move away from her now. “Thank you Fannie, you’ve been very helpful you may return to your seat.” Vincent states giving her ass a small spank before he returns to his desk.

Her eyes went wide as she felt the smack, making her jump slightly. Of course the class giggled, her cheeks flushing as she sat, eyes on him. She couldn’t believe he’d done that in full view of everyone, and none of them said a word. Then again, neither did she. She could’ve stopped him, stepped away, but she didn’t. As her mind spun the bell rang, making her jump. She gathered her things, waiting for her boyfriend by the class door.

“Nice lesson,” he grinned as he passed Vincent. “Got further than I ever have. Maybe you could give me a few pointers,” he added, wrapping an arm around Fannie, whose eyes were still on her teacher. “See you tomorrow,” he added, practically pulling her along. Her thoughts were still spinning, and she needed to talk to him. After school, once she wouldn’t be the center of attention.

His gaze had been on her since the moment she’d gotten back to her seat, but alas as the bell rang Vincent took a moment to stretch. Perhaps he’d see her after school and he hoped he did, Vincent paid no mind to her boyfriend. After all he wasn’t worth Vincent’s time outside if class. As they’d left his and her eyes met once more.

The rest of the day was uneventful, and while the once lively halls grew quiet Vincent was catching up on a few bits of work. The events of that class fill fresh in his mind, but he was more interested on whether Fannie would make an appearance or not.

When the dismissal bell rang Fannie made her way to Vincent’s classroom. She was embarrassed and aroused by his behavior in class, and couldn’t decide which was worse. He’d groped her in front of the class, a bold, daring move, and now she felt as though everyone were talking about it. She stood outside his door, books held firmly to her chest as she weighed her options. Before she knew what she was doing, she knocked on the door, not wanting to surprise him.

“Sir,” she called as she cracked the door. “May I come in?”

Vincent’s attention peeked when he’d heard her voice as he didn’t get up, but he stopped what he was doing. He was wondering how this would go, so he simply nodded in response. “You may come in, what can I do for you?” He asks ensuring she’d have his complete attention. He didn’t regret anything he’d done to her in that class, but was more interested in what Fannie had to say.

“Thank you,” she smiled nervously, closing the door behind her. “I’ve been thinking…all day, really…about class. I was wondering why…why you chose me. I didn’t volunteer. You had so many other girls with their hands up. I mean, I’m sure there were even a few guys,” she giggled. “And then there was…well, the presentation…”

Her face burned as she thought about how he’d made her feel, what he’d done. “That was the first time…I’ve never even kissed Tommy…”

Vincent watched her curiously and tilted his head, prompting him to lean back in his chair. “I choose you because of your gifts Fannie, and unlike the desperate people in my class you actually are there for the work.” His eyes wandered over her again with a faint smirk. “I have no interest in them, your my model..” he adds.

“Did you like it?” He asks leaning forward, his gaze never leaving her once. As she spoke of being new to all of this, it means he could make her his. “If you want to feel that way again, I can only give that it you no one else can.”

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Her hand didn’t go up when he asked for a volunteer. She never volunteered. Especially when it involved standing in front of a class. Standing in front of him.

When she heard her name looked up, cerulean blue eyes meeting his gaze. She felt her cheeks burn slightly as she stood, gently pulling the hem on her cheer skirt down, a nervous tick, even as she smiled softly. She could hear the girls whispering to each other, calling her names. “Teachers pet” and “princess” as they glared at her. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear she stepped closer.

“How would you like me,” she asked softly, hoping only he could hear. Instinctively, she took a deep breath, his scent filling her. Her eyes stayed on his, waiting for his instructions. From the back of the class she heard her boyfriend make a comment about her body, causing her to instantly freeze.

Vincent had chosen deliberately for many reasons, she wasn’t as desperate for him as the other women in his class were. But there was something more there and he wanted to use that, she was gifted in a great many ways. The main being physically as she was mesmerisingly gorgeous to him. As she approached him, Vincent ignored the other girls comments that he’d hard as she met his gaze Vincent gave Fan his usual smile. He reached out leaning in as he’s placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Your doing perfectly love, no one in this class can compare just be your beautiful self .” He whispered softly in her ear in an almost sensual tone, to respond to her whisper. Before switching back to teacher mode, Vincent continued to teach. “When drawing or painting a person it’s the details that matter most..” as he spoke, Vincent took his hand and gently brushed the hair from her face tucking the strand behind her ear. “Wether it’s the eyes and the essence behind them, the definition in their cheeks or a single strand of hair.”

Fannie obediently turned to face the class, remaining still even as he touched her. She glanced at the various faces in the class, her gaze eventually focusing on the back wall. She did her best not to respond to his groping, but her body betrayed her.

Her breathing grew shallow as she swallowed thickly, her heart pounding in her chest. No one had ever touched her like this, let alone in front of people. There were murmurs from the class, some of the boys shifting in their seats. The low noise was enough to make her want to retreat, but the half step between them closed instantly as she did, pressing his crotch more firmly against her.

The feel of his breath on her neck made her panties wet, her nipple hardening under his touch. “Sir,” she breathed, breath trembling. She feel the eyes of the class on her, undressing her as she stood their, helpless.

“If we’re supposed to paint every curve,” one of the jealous girls smirked, “shouldn’t we know what they look like?” If she couldn’t be his muse, she was going to make same sure she embarrassed Fannie.

Vincent had been loosing himself in the moment and had nearly lost track of time, as he’d been toying with Fannie’s perfect figure as he desired. Feeling her nipples harden under his touch prompted a smirk as he then resumed his teaching. “It does, but that’s between you and your own muse..would you agree Fan?” He asked whispering the last part softly in her ear.

As she pressed back against him, Vincent could feel himself harden against her somewhat. Perhaps she’d come to see him after school and then they could take things further. But alas this was all they could do for now. He could ask her to see him at the end of the day, but where was the fun in that? “It’s important, that you make sure your muse chooses to do what they are comfortable with.”

If he had his way, he’d have had Fan stripped on his desk there and then. But perhaps that would change in future. From the movements and responses she was giving, Vincent felt she liked his touch. Maybe she’d not experienced such things, but she needed to know only he could give her that.

“If not it affects the outcome of your work.” Vincent adds letting his hands move away from her now. “Thank you Fannie, you’ve been very helpful you may return to your seat.” Vincent states giving her ass a small spank before he returns to his desk.

Her eyes went wide as she felt the smack, making her jump slightly. Of course the class giggled, her cheeks flushing as she sat, eyes on him. She couldn’t believe he’d done that in full view of everyone, and none of them said a word. Then again, neither did she. She could’ve stopped him, stepped away, but she didn’t. As her mind spun the bell rang, making her jump. She gathered her things, waiting for her boyfriend by the class door.

“Nice lesson,” he grinned as he passed Vincent. “Got further than I ever have. Maybe you could give me a few pointers,” he added, wrapping an arm around Fannie, whose eyes were still on her teacher. “See you tomorrow,” he added, practically pulling her along. Her thoughts were still spinning, and she needed to talk to him. After school, once she wouldn’t be the center of attention.

His gaze had been on her since the moment she’d gotten back to her seat, but alas as the bell rang Vincent took a moment to stretch. Perhaps he’d see her after school and he hoped he did, Vincent paid no mind to her boyfriend. After all he wasn’t worth Vincent’s time outside if class. As they’d left his and her eyes met once more.

The rest of the day was uneventful, and while the once lively halls grew quiet Vincent was catching up on a few bits of work. The events of that class fill fresh in his mind, but he was more interested on whether Fannie would make an appearance or not.

When the dismissal bell rang Fannie made her way to Vincent’s classroom. She was embarrassed and aroused by his behavior in class, and couldn’t decide which was worse. He’d groped her in front of the class, a bold, daring move, and now she felt as though everyone were talking about it. She stood outside his door, books held firmly to her chest as she weighed her options. Before she knew what she was doing, she knocked on the door, not wanting to surprise him.

“Sir,” she called as she cracked the door. “May I come in?”

Vincent’s attention peeked when he’d heard her voice as he didn’t get up, but he stopped what he was doing. He was wondering how this would go, so he simply nodded in response. “You may come in, what can I do for you?” He asks ensuring she’d have his complete attention. He didn’t regret anything he’d done to her in that class, but was more interested in what Fannie had to say.

@ellaxvasiliev

Tobi was still expecting his encounter with Ella to have been some elaborate dream, but when he’d woken up the following morning he’d seen that it was very much real. Gently sitting up, Tobi looked to Ella who appeared to still be sleeping. Looking away Tobi looked around the room and then to his bedside table, where his phone still lay. Breathing deeply as the memories of last night played through his mind he reached out snatching his phone from his bedside.

Ella slowly began to stir, the previous day very much a blur for her. She would still be asleep if not for feeling the bed move. “What time is it,” she asked softly, moving closer, kissing him.

“4am.” He replies seeing Ella has awoken, he smiles moving in to deepen their kiss with a smile. “Sleep well?” He asked an arm wrapping around her waist to pull her closer to him. Their naked bodies inches from one another again.

“It’s so early,” she hummed, giggling as he pulled her close. “Better than I have in a long time. You?”

Tobias nods squeezing her hips as he pulled her into a deepened kiss. “I wasn’t too rough last night right? Cause I plan to make sure I take you in every way possible.” Tobi struck her ass gently and began to plant a few kisses along her neck.

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Her hand didn’t go up when he asked for a volunteer. She never volunteered. Especially when it involved standing in front of a class. Standing in front of him.

When she heard her name looked up, cerulean blue eyes meeting his gaze. She felt her cheeks burn slightly as she stood, gently pulling the hem on her cheer skirt down, a nervous tick, even as she smiled softly. She could hear the girls whispering to each other, calling her names. “Teachers pet” and “princess” as they glared at her. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear she stepped closer.

“How would you like me,” she asked softly, hoping only he could hear. Instinctively, she took a deep breath, his scent filling her. Her eyes stayed on his, waiting for his instructions. From the back of the class she heard her boyfriend make a comment about her body, causing her to instantly freeze.

Vincent had chosen deliberately for many reasons, she wasn’t as desperate for him as the other women in his class were. But there was something more there and he wanted to use that, she was gifted in a great many ways. The main being physically as she was mesmerisingly gorgeous to him. As she approached him, Vincent ignored the other girls comments that he’d hard as she met his gaze Vincent gave Fan his usual smile. He reached out leaning in as he’s placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Your doing perfectly love, no one in this class can compare just be your beautiful self .” He whispered softly in her ear in an almost sensual tone, to respond to her whisper. Before switching back to teacher mode, Vincent continued to teach. “When drawing or painting a person it’s the details that matter most..” as he spoke, Vincent took his hand and gently brushed the hair from her face tucking the strand behind her ear. “Wether it’s the eyes and the essence behind them, the definition in their cheeks or a single strand of hair.”

Fannie obediently turned to face the class, remaining still even as he touched her. She glanced at the various faces in the class, her gaze eventually focusing on the back wall. She did her best not to respond to his groping, but her body betrayed her.

Her breathing grew shallow as she swallowed thickly, her heart pounding in her chest. No one had ever touched her like this, let alone in front of people. There were murmurs from the class, some of the boys shifting in their seats. The low noise was enough to make her want to retreat, but the half step between them closed instantly as she did, pressing his crotch more firmly against her.

The feel of his breath on her neck made her panties wet, her nipple hardening under his touch. “Sir,” she breathed, breath trembling. She feel the eyes of the class on her, undressing her as she stood their, helpless.

“If we’re supposed to paint every curve,” one of the jealous girls smirked, “shouldn’t we know what they look like?” If she couldn’t be his muse, she was going to make same sure she embarrassed Fannie.

Vincent had been loosing himself in the moment and had nearly lost track of time, as he’d been toying with Fannie’s perfect figure as he desired. Feeling her nipples harden under his touch prompted a smirk as he then resumed his teaching. “It does, but that’s between you and your own muse..would you agree Fan?” He asked whispering the last part softly in her ear.

As she pressed back against him, Vincent could feel himself harden against her somewhat. Perhaps she’d come to see him after school and then they could take things further. But alas this was all they could do for now. He could ask her to see him at the end of the day, but where was the fun in that? “It’s important, that you make sure your muse chooses to do what they are comfortable with.”

If he had his way, he’d have had Fan stripped on his desk there and then. But perhaps that would change in future. From the movements and responses she was giving, Vincent felt she liked his touch. Maybe she’d not experienced such things, but she needed to know only he could give her that.

“If not it affects the outcome of your work.” Vincent adds letting his hands move away from her now. “Thank you Fannie, you’ve been very helpful you may return to your seat.” Vincent states giving her ass a small spank before he returns to his desk.

Her eyes went wide as she felt the smack, making her jump slightly. Of course the class giggled, her cheeks flushing as she sat, eyes on him. She couldn’t believe he’d done that in full view of everyone, and none of them said a word. Then again, neither did she. She could’ve stopped him, stepped away, but she didn’t. As her mind spun the bell rang, making her jump. She gathered her things, waiting for her boyfriend by the class door.

“Nice lesson,” he grinned as he passed Vincent. “Got further than I ever have. Maybe you could give me a few pointers,” he added, wrapping an arm around Fannie, whose eyes were still on her teacher. “See you tomorrow,” he added, practically pulling her along. Her thoughts were still spinning, and she needed to talk to him. After school, once she wouldn’t be the center of attention.

His gaze had been on her since the moment she’d gotten back to her seat, but alas as the bell rang Vincent took a moment to stretch. Perhaps he’d see her after school and he hoped he did, Vincent paid no mind to her boyfriend. After all he wasn’t worth Vincent’s time outside if class. As they’d left his and her eyes met once more.

The rest of the day was uneventful, and while the once lively halls grew quiet Vincent was catching up on a few bits of work. The events of that class fill fresh in his mind, but he was more interested on whether Fannie would make an appearance or not.

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