"Stop it!" she cried.
But he didn't. He would never till he got what he wanted. After all, she came to him first in a broad daylight. He remembered he was reviewing all the articles sent by his student till he found one of the articles was not there. Someone had not passed up. It wasn't long before someone entered his room without knocking.
'Janice,' he said finally. He knew it was her. She was somehow the laziest student in class. Always lost focus and eyes wandering on boys. She sometimes made him think how many boys she had tackled with.
Now, she was here. Her blonde hair was wavy till her rounded shoulders, greenish bright eyes, long nose and a luscious red lips. She didn't wear any make-ups and yet her face was as if chiselled out by the greatest surgeon. She was wearing a tight-white collared T-shirt that was a few top buttons unbuttoned, and a knot was tied just above her belly button. And, of course, as her usual style, a 4-inch long red hot pants. In her left hand, there was a piece of paper.
'I am sorry, sir. I...' she began as she walked to his desk, shutting the door behind.
This was just like one of the porns he had watched frequently, where the teacher fucked the student for some reasons. He remembered the last time the porn he watched was a student stood on the teacher's desk to striptease.
'You are always late in everything, Janice,' he said. Now, that was even more like the porn plot now. He couldn't stop thinking about it. That gave him a boner.
'I am sorry! I just... I am just busy with stuffs,' she said. She was like on the edge of tears, like the usual trick.
He checked her records and took the paper. 'I can't always let you go like that, Janice. You have already done the same thing for almost twenty times. It's lucky that you are not expelled by me. But I think the limit is here. You have just crossed it.'
'No sir, please!' she cried.
He remembered some of the porn plot now. He remembered the actor pulled the stripper/student down to his desk and fucked her with his dick. The sound of the balls slamming on her pussy was well heard.
Ahh, that was somewhat a nice porn.
'Sir,' her look was horrified. She was bending down and looking at his pants. She bent so low that he could see her boobs wobbling and bouncing. Big and firm, but a little soft, he deduced. He quickly looked at where she was looking at.
He was embarrassed. His dick was visible beneath the pants, like a fallen tower, it laid slant on his thigh. It was no doubt that that was really his dick. A hose.
'You pervert!' she cried.
'Watch your words, lady!' he defended back.
'I am going to tell everyone you are a pervert! Fantasizing all time! Even get a boner in front of me!' Janice cried again.
He felt foolish and angry now. He stood up and pointed furiously at her. 'Don't you dare to speak like that, Janice!' He saw Janice was still staring at his dick. He looked down. Indeed, when a guy stood while having a boner, that hose was pretty much obvious against the tight pants.
'Why not?' she threatened.
'Look, we just forgot what happened here and you passed up the article and I would just accept it. No expelling. No telling. Deal?' he tried to lower his voice.
'No,' she said firmly. 'That's not how it is done! This is a sexual harrassment! You know how much damage it does to my psychology? To my mind?' she questioned.
That was even closer to the porn plot, when the teacher slid his fat dick between the girl's breast, rubbing it in and out, while the girl tickled the teacher's ass.
The groan. The moan.
The pouting lips had intimidated him. Kissing her and biting her lips would be much better than just chewing cherries or strawberries and while doing that, he fondled and cupped her breasts...
Wait, who was the 'he' now? The porn actor or him?
'I am getting outta here!' Janice yelled, making his mind clear. As she turned and walked away, he could see her tits . Pink and rosy, like the evening roses. The tits were small and circle, somehow looked a little hard, as if they had been dipped into cold dew.
He didn't know why, but he just did it. He took a glass of water on his table and splashed on her. He didn't know whether he did this out of anger or some other instincts. But it was too late. The damage was done.
Janice flicked her hair. 'What the fuck are you doing. you crazy man!' She was horrified at her shirt, revealing her two blossoms as the water made her shirt translucent and the teacher was staring.
He saw how the water dripped between those deep cleavage, droplets suspending on her nipples and some small streams of water found their way to her hot pants, worming into a region where he could imagine a triangular fuzz of hair between her thighs.
He grabbed her boobs and brought her to him, whamming her breast against his hard chest. He didn't know why, he brought his face closer to her, slid his tongue into her lips and kissed her like a lover.
Except, he didn't have any lover.
