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WARNINGS: profanities, sexual content, degrading
You were sitting at your desk practically drooling over your teacher Mr. Rose. He was wearing his all black suit today, complete with his golden glasses that simply sent a shiver down your spine. His hair swayed slightly as he walked about the classroom, handing back graded test papers. He caught you staring when he handed yours back. “See me after school. We need to talk about your grades.” He whispered into your ear, his deep voice sending a shot of heat through your body straight to your pussy. Was it wrong to think about your teacher this way? Yes. But to be fair, you were in your senior year of high school, and 18 was technically an adult. Not to mention Mr. Rose was a very young teacher, he was only 24. You flipped through your school book, eventually looking up to find Mr. Rose was eyeing you from his desk. You watched as his eyes traveled from your feet to your exposed thighs to your breasts, and then to your face. He made eye contact with you before getting flustered and rushing to find his book. Nerves built in you throughout the school day as you wondered what Mr. Rose needed you for. You were sure that he just wanted to find you a tutor, but something inside you had hope it was something else. You called your mother with the pay phone outside the school. “Mom? Hey yeah I’ll be home a little late today. Mr. Rose is helping me find a tutor.” She was fine with it and you went on your way to Mr. Rose’s room. You opened the door and sat at a desk in the front of the room. Mr. Rose was sitting at his desk, his feet were propped on it and he stared at you. He slowly walked up to you, his shoes clicking against the floor. When he made it to your desk he slammed your test onto the table, making you jump. “Do you know what this is, Y/N?” You looked up at him worried. “M-my test?” he scoffed and looked away. “Yes Y/N it is your test.” he said mockingly. “Do you know what this is?” he pointed to the red F circled on your paper. “My grade sir.” He nodded his head. “I will not tolerate F’s in my classroom Y/N. Are we clear?” You looked down at the ground, ashamed. “Yes sir.” you whispered. His face brightened, “Good.” You looked up at him. “Stand,” he commanded. You scooted out of your seat and stood. He walked slowly so that he was standing behind you. His fingers caressed your hair as he moved it behind your ear. “I found a paper that fell out of your pocket Y/N.” He pulled a small wrinkled paper out of his blazer pocket and unfolded it. “Mr. Rose looked extremely sexy today.” He whispered into your ear. His lips were so close to your body, so close to everything you had wanted for so long. “I know it’s wrong,” he continued. “But I wish he would touch me. I wish he would fuck me. Right there on his desk, so deep inside me that I forget my surroundings. I wish he would kiss me. So soft and slow that I could remember it days after it had happened.” His breath fanned over your neck, sending a shiver into your body. He chuckled and walked to the front of you so that you could see him. His face inched closer to yours, your lips merely centimeters apart. “Is that what you want Y/N? For me to give you what none of these high school boys can?” You couldn’t believe your ears. You nodded your head frantically, feeling your panties soak under your skirt. “I’ve been eyeing you in this uniform for months now.” Your uniform was standard for your school. A plaid red skirt, black knee high socks, black saddle shoes, a white button up shirt, a red tie, and a black blazer type coat. A few of the buttons at the top of your button up shirt were undone, exposing the slightest bit of your cleavage and your skirt was a bit short. “I’ve taken it off of you in my mind so many times before.” He whispered close to your ear, slowly beginning to kiss your neck. His kisses trailed all over your neck, biting and sucking it to leave marks of his territory. His hands found their way to your lower back, pulling you close to him as he walked the both of you over to his desk. Your breath was heavy as his kisses on your neck hit in just the right spot. His
desk was completely cleared other than a cup of pencils which he slid onto the floor with a loud thump. The back of your thighs hit the edge of the cold wooden desk, giving your legs goosebumps. His hands guided your body to lay on the desk and he walked over to the door. You watched as he locked the door and closed the small window on it. He stepped back over to the desk and sat his glasses to the side. His fingers slid gently down your legs as he removed your shoes and socks. “Take off your jacket.” he commanded you in a low tone. Your fingers fumbled towards the buttons of your jacket and undid them. You slipped the clothing off your arms and let it fall to the floor. Mr. Rose had now taken off his shoes and jacket as well, leaving him in his ‘formal’ jeans and black button up shirt. You loved that shirt on him. It accentuated his muscles perfectly. He licked his lips and eyed you evilly while unbuttoning each and every button of his shirt. “Now listen princess, I’m gonna give you instructions and you're going to follow them. You understand?” You shook your head yes quickly. You wanted to please him. “Speak baby.” You took a deep breath, overwhelmed by the whole situation. “I understand Mr. Rose.” He shook his head no. How have you done something wrong already? “You call me daddy baby.” His low pitched voice got to you. “Okay daddy.” You whispered breathlessly. “Good girl,” he said. His hands finished unbuttoning his shirt and it fell to the floor, exposing his abs and pecks. He had a nipple piercing. My god this man. “Stand up and bend over the desk.” His instructions were clear and simple and you were quick to follow them. You had bent yourself over his desk, your elbows were keeping you steady and your ass was on display. “Look at you, you little slut. So quick to follow daddy’s instructions.” he breathed out. His figure stood behind you, and his fingers started to explore your exposed heat. His fingers slipped your panties to the side, gliding his index finger between your folds. “God you’re so wet for daddy. I bet it barely took anything too. You’re so desperate for daddy’s touch aren’t you?” You squeezed your eyes shut as pleasure took over you, his finger rubbing your clit. Though, it stopped as soon as it had come. “I said, aren't you?” his voice was stern and sent vibrations through your body. “Y-yes daddy.” you muttered out. His fingers continued to rub you as he kissed and nipped at your neck. “How long have you wanted this Y/N?” You gulped roughly, “All year daddy.” you moaned. He chuckled devilishly. “You want daddy’s cock princess? You want me deep inside your little pussy like you wrote?” You nodded helplessly, the pleasure was too much and you couldn’t mutter a word, let alone a sentence. “I said to use your words you little slut.” he spat out at you. “Yes daddy.” you moaned loudly. He made a disappointed sound. “Tsk tsk tsk.” he said as he walked away from you, leaving you desperate for his touch and your release. “Lay back down.” you laid yourself on his desk and tried to pleasure yourself to get some form of release. He grabbed your wrist and looked you in the eye. “I won’t stand this behavior in my classroom.” He spoke. You nodded ‘okay’ and watched as he reached into his desk drawer, pulling out what looked to be a gag ball. “If you won’t behave for daddy I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you doll.” He climbed onto the desk, straddling you as he fastened the gag ball onto you. His fingers undid all of your buttons on your white t-shirt and pulled down your skirt until the only article of clothing remaining on your body was your tie. He messed with his belt as he undid his pants and took off his underwear, leaving him naked. You could feel the tip of his cock at your entrance and you stifled a moan. “You’ve been a very bad girl Y/N.” he groaned as he stuffed his cock into your pussy, filling you to the brim. As he began thrusting in and out of you he spoke dirty words into your ears, “You’re my little slut now you understand? My little play thing. God, you're so helpless. Just laying here, taking
daddy’s cock like the nasty little girl you are. I bet you like it when I call you names don’t you? You like it when I call you daddy’s little slut. You wanna be my little play toy huh?” Moans flooded your lips. You couldn’t contain it. Every word he spoke into your ear was like a sweet poison filled candy. Your back arched off the desk as he spoke to you. “I love your little moans. They show just how much you love daddy’s cock in you. I’m not going to tolerate your grade here Y/N. You’re such a bad girl. I bet you got that F on purpose didn’t you? You wanted daddy to punish you?” You nodded helplessly as your moans filled the room. “D-daddy,” your moan was muffled by the gag ball, but he could understand you. “What is it?” he asked. “I’m gonna c-cum.” He looked deep into your eyes. “Not yet baby girl. You’ve gotta wait for daddy.” His thrusts sped up as he reached his climax. “A-alright baby, cum for daddy.” He moaned. You both came at the same time, and he collapsed onto your chest, breathing heavily. He undid your gag ball and spit was leaking from your mouth. “T-Thank you daddy.” you said breathlessly. “I am going to be your tutor from now on.” he chuckled.
Author’s Note…Hey guys! I know I said I wasn’t going to be posting anymore and I would like to clarify I won’t be posting regularly. I wrote this imagine for a friend and I thought I might as well post it. I most likely will not be writing imagines specifically for tumblr. I’ve missed you guys!! Also I do not condone this type of behavior, it was simply for a fantasy type imagine and I don’t stand for it!! Also tell me what you think about this post if you could. I feel as if my writing has gotten a little better since last time I posted…anywho have a good day/night lovelies!! <3
