Mr. Clifford (Michael Clifford)
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I was sitting in Mr. Clifford’s 7th period math class, looking at the blue haired perfection that was my teacher. He had in his black eyebrow piercing and I looked at the wrap-around tattoos on his right arm. He had on a dark blue dress shirt that almost perfectly matched his hair, black slacks, and a solid black tie. To tie off his outfit he had black dress shirts.
I don’t usually pay attention in his class because I’m staring at the being in front of me. I could see a small stubble forming on his angelic face. I watched as he explained our assignment, I barely caught what he was saying but my friend, Y/F/N would give me the notes later. If I was being totally honest, I do have wet dreams about my teacher. I will also admit that sometimes I stay after class for ‘help’ in hopes that he will just bend me over my table and fuck me into next week.
I drew in my sketch book, a picture of Michael, and when I finished I wrote about a fantasy where he was fingering me on his desk. I bit my lip as I finished and the bell rang. I was in my car immediately after school and driving home when I realized I had forgotten to grab my sketch book in Mr, Clifford’s class.
I was already 15 minutes from the school when I got a phone call from my teacher, “hello?” I answered.
“Hello, is this Y/N?” my teachers voice rang through my phone.
“Yes, how did you get my number?” I asked as I made a U-turn or as my mom called it, ‘flipped a bitch.’
“It was in your files,” Michael said.
“Alright, what would you like teach?” I asked, I never call him Mr. Clifford, never.
“I wanted to let you know you left your book in my class,” Michael said.
“Yes I know, I’m coming back now,” I said.
“See you then,” he hung up.
I sighed and drove back to the school and got out. I went inside and saw Mr. Clifford reading my sketch book.
“What are you doing?” I asked, horrified.
“A little light reading,” Michael said. “Do you actually have these thoughts and dreams about me Y/N?”
I blushed and decided to tell the truth, nodding I said, “yes I do teach.”
He set my book down and went over, locking his door and closing all blinds. He came back to me and said, “I’m going to fulfill all of you dreams right now.” He crashed his lips on mine in a heated frenzy. I kissed him back and moaned lightly, moving my hands up into messy blue locks. He reached his hands around and lifted me up by my ass, gripping it tightly. He set me on the desk, sweeping his arm across it, clearing it off, all without breaking the kiss.
He bit and licked my bottom lip so I opened my mouth slightly and he slid his tongue in, searching my mouth. He left no area unsearched as he squeezed and rubbed my ass hard. I moaned lightly into his mouth, my panties getting soaked. He smirked as he reached his hands down, rubbing my clothed heat. I gripped his hair as his hand moved up to play with the waist band of my jeans.
I moaned as he slipped his hand into my jeans as dragged his finger up my slit, “so wet for me Miss Y/L/N. Did I make you this wet?”
“Y-yes teach,” I moaned out, he was fulfilling the one I did today in my journal and I knew exactly how the first part of his dream filling was going to end.
“I want you to call me daddy Y/N,” Michael whispered in my ear as he pulled my pants, along with my panties down and plunged two fingers into me. He thrusted his fingers, pounding them into me as I gasped for air.
“G-God daddy, please add a-another,” I moaned and gripped shoulders.
Michael obeyed my wish as he added a third, pounding them harder into me. I was on the edge of releasing but in my fantasy I’m not aloud to cum so I did what I had to, “oh f-fucking shit daddy.”
Michael immediately pulled out like he was supposed to and tsked, “bad girl, swearing at daddy like that, now he has to punish you.”
“How?” I bit my lip and asked, even though I knew what.
Michael just smirked and went to his drawer, taking out the promised metal ruler, “I think 15 hits should suffice.”
I bit my lip as he came back and took off his tie, tying it around my head like a gag as he whispered in my ear, “I can’t have you screaming out, there are still janitors that might hear you.”
I nodded as he turned me around and bent me over his desk. I felt and heard the first on my bare ass, echo throughout the room. I whimpered out in pleasure. He hit my ass with his metal ruler 13 more times, then waited for awhile before doing the last hit harder than all the other ones. I screamed out in pleasure but the tie muffled it.
Michael rubbed my sore, red ass and leaned over me to whisper, “you ready for part two?”
I nodded, wanting so bad for him to fuck me roughly. He pulled off my shirt and bra, leaving me completely exposed. I could feel Michael smirk as he told me to stay on the desk. I heard him take off his belt then felt the leather wrap around my arms as Michael tied my hands together. I knew which one he was doing now and I couldn’t wait. I waited as he took off his clothes. I waited and soon felt my teachers hard length push into me.
I moaned as he thrusted slowly and then picked up, ramming into me, pounding my ass. He moaned and kissed my back, “you have such a tight little ass don’t you dirty little whore?”
I moaned loudly in response and he grabbed my hips, thrusting into me harder. He reached up and pulled off the tie, “I want to hear you beg daddy to fuck your sweet little ass.”
“F-fuck daddy, please ram you b-big dick into your dirty slut,” I moaned as he wanted me to.
Michael groaned and went faster, fucking me into his desk as I tried to pull my hands free to grip the desk but couldn’t. He gripped my hips hard, “tell daddy how good he is making you feel Y/N.”
“S-so fucking good daddy,” I moaned as he reached his hands around, one grabbing my breast and messaging it and the other reached down to rub my clit.
I felt myself get close as he kept pounding into me, “I-I’m going to cum daddy.”
“Come for me Y/N,” Michael grunted, rubbing faster. I moaned out loudly as I released onto his desk, the dark drown, almost black wood now had my juices running down the side. I felt Michael release inside of me shortly after as he rode out our highs.
He pulled out as I collapsed onto the desk and he fell on top, both of our pants heard throughout the classroom. I knew there was one last one to complete and I rested until Micheal stood up, “last one Y/N.”
I nodded and got on my knees in front of him. I looked up at him as I took his impressive length in my hand and stroked it, making him harder. He groaned as I licked the precum from his tip and teased his slit with my tongue. I licked up the under side of his dick then took him in my mouth, about halfway as he moaned and put his hands in my hair. I bobbed my head slowly at first but Michael made me go quicker so I did, taking more of him in my mouth and hollowing my cheeks.
I reached up and took his balls in my hands, squeezing them as I took him more, deep throating him as I gagged slightly but soon got over it and took him all the way, my nose hitting his pelvic bone. I bobbed quickly, hallowing my cheeks as he moaned my name out, along with some swear words. I felt him twitch inside of me so I squeezed his balls harder and bobbed quicker, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat. He twitched and came down my throat, moaning out loudly. I moaned softly and swallowed all of his juices.
I wiped my mouth and stood up as he took my face in his hands, kissing me passionately. I kissed him back and he pulled back, kissing my head, “we should fulfill you fantasy more often.”
“Most definitely Mr. Clifford,” I smiled and looked at him.