Her Filthy Teacher – Forbidden Fantasies Read Online Lena Little

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 13981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
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"I'm one of the best," she says.

I chuckle and return to my desk as she slides off it to return to her seat. "Unfortunately, Miss Nichols, while you may be the best in life, in this classroom, you have yet to compete. A riveting presentation, yes. I'm certain your classmates are thankful for the life lesson, but I'm going to have to ask you to see me after class to discuss your failed assignment."

"FAILED?" Madison's gorgeous glass-blue eyes widen.

"Impossible."

"If you need a refresh on the rubric, I'll have that ready for you when you come to see me after class. Thank you, Miss Nichols. Now moving on."

The class mumbles a few unsavory things about me versus Madison before I settle them down, leaving her with a scathing look in her eyes. There's something invigorating about her being mad at me. I kind of want her to smack me, pull my hair, and bite my lip while I push deep inside of her sweet pussy.

Fuck. I'm going to get myself fired, or worse.

When the day is over, I expect Madison to be at the door to the classroom immediately. However, after an hour, I stop waiting and head to my office. If she's hellbent on failing, I'm not going to stand in her way.

I get to work, grading papers and going over the lesson plan for the next few days when there's a knock on the door. My heart skips a beat when I look up, but it's not Madison.

The janitor pokes his head in and looks at me with a question in his eyes.

"Normally, Carmen doesn't work this late."

"I'm not Carmen. Name's Mason. Mason Montoya, and you are?" I ask him.

"You can call me, Eddie. You, uh, plan on staying here late?"

I shrug, "I don't know. Does it matter? Principal Paulson said the building doesn't close until seven due to after-school programs. I didn't think it would be a problem if I stayed here to grade papers. I don't like taking my work home."

"Well, you're a teacher. That's one of the things I notice most of them do. I'm only saying something because what I do is make sure these offices are locked up. The after-school programs are designated to the gym and cafeteria."

I nod with understanding. "And I'm making your job difficult. Tell ya what, I'll lock up and see myself out. I'll leave word with security, and you can come see for yourself. That good, Eddie?"

"That works for me, Mason. Take it easy and don't work too hard." The janitor tips his hat, leaving me to work.

When another round of knocks disrupts me a few minutes later, I imagine it's Eddie again. Barely lifting my head, I tell him, "Eddie, I swear I'll lock up as soon as I get out of here."

"How about you lock up as soon as I get in here?"

2

MADISON

The new teacher is one of the hottest guys in this school. Mr. Montoya has deep brown eyes that look stronger than coffee. The way the light bounces off his black hair makes him look like a Hollywood actor. A deep tan covers his face that tells me he gets it from the sun, rather than some beach babe spraying him with a bronzer.

"Thank you for finally coming to our appointment, Miss Nichols." The depth of his voice sends a chill down my core. This feels like more than a schoolgirl crush.

There's youth in his eyes, but his mannerisms reek of maturity. Someone who makes smart choices and I'm almost certain that he's going to make what I have to do difficult. I need to pass without investing too much effort. Why should I have to work hard the last few weeks of the semester?

"It's only right that I show up after you failed me. I apologize for taking so long. I had to run home and change. I have plans after this." His eyes are glued to me as I twirl in the mini dress I put on specifically for this reason. I can't fail this class or any other class for that matter.

"I hope those plans include rewriting your essay and presentation regarding your plans after graduation. I want it on my desk tomorrow morning." His tone demands I take him seriously, but I don't have time for this.

Narrowing my gaze at the ridiculously handsome teacher, I lean over the desk, letting my tits sit directly on his papers with my cleavage in his face. "How about you and me work something out?"

"Miss Nichols," he says, clearing his throat and backing away in his seat. Mr. Montoya stands to his full 6-plus-something height, taking small steps across the small office to stand by the door. His hand cradles his forehead as he takes a deep breath before adjusting his crotch.

This opportunity is perfect to show him I forgot to wear panties under my short dress. I remain in the position, bending over the edge of his desk, but glancing over my shoulder. Surely, he has to be thinking about having sex with me. The distraction and possibility of a scandal can make him change his mind about this assignment and my grade.


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