Mr. Big

I've had a crush on Mr Rodríguez since the second he arrived to teach my University Spanish class. He was my new sexual fantasy. I would watch him from my desk, trying hard to hide the fact I was looking at his cock, bulging provocatively beneath his trousers. I wasn't the only one that had noticed but I wanted to be the first one to suck it, to touch it and to feel it inside me. I wanted to watch him masturbate himself, learn how he liked to be touched, watch the pressure of his hand on his cock.

I could never listen to what he was saying. His accent was so delightful that each time his mouth opened I would dream of those lips against my clit, teasing me and making me wet. If his cock was as big as it looked then I would need all the help I could get!

I kind of knew he liked me too, after he had been teaching me Spanish for a few weeks he asked me to stay behind after class. I was (deliberately) late handing in my assignment and Mr Rodríguez wanted to see me. The rest of the class left and Mr Rodríguez shut the door, closing us in together, alone. My heart started to beat so fast I thought it might burst from my chest.

"Now Missy, is there a problem with your work? Are you having difficulty concentrating because you seem a little far away sometimes in class?" Mr Rodríguez purred to me in his enchanting voice and it felt like warm melted chocolate being poured over my skin.

As he spoke, he stood a little too close to me, looking me deep in the eye. His face was a mixture of concern and kindness with a definite air of restrained passion. Did he find me attractive? Would he even consider fucking a pupil, I was eighteen but even so, it was a little inappropriate.

I could smell his spicy scent as he stood near me, all musky and sensuous. I could have torn his shirt off and nibbled his nipples but I had to wait until he gave me a sign.

He put his hand on my arm and the tingles shot through my body, almost knocking me over. His fingers rested on my skin and pushed into my arm a little too much. Then for just one perfect moment, common sense left me completely. I had to do it; nothing in this world could stop me. I bloody well kissed him.

For a brief moment he pulled away and it felt like my heart was being ripped out. Then he pushed his lips back to mine, hard and passionate. His strong hand gripped my tiny arm and he sucked me in towards him, his lips exploring my mouth. All my strength disappeared and I could barely stand.

Then he pulled back again and wrote something on a tiny piece of paper, folded it and pressed it into my palm. Before I could open it he sent me out of the room and closed the door behind me.

I read the note. It was an address and a time, with the word Santiago and three kisses. Oh, Jesus Christ. I was going to have to sneak out later!

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Half an hour before I had to be at Santiago's apartment I pushed up my bedroom window and climbed out onto the roof, dropping down to the ground so my parents wouldn't spot me leaving. A short bus ride and I was there, at the bottom of the stunning seafront apartment block. I pressed the buzzer and the door clicked open for me.

As I stood in the elevator on my way up to the 10th floor my legs wobbled like hell. What if he just wanted to give me some after class tuition? I decided that I wouldn't give him chance to say no. I got out of the elevator and before I arrived at the door, I took off my skirt and my top. His door was unlocked and I walked in, finding him lying casually on his bed I dropped my clothes and climbed over him in only my panties, my little cardigan, and my cutest pair of glittery trainers. Now he was going to get the message.

He looked up at me with a smile and pulled me towards him. My initial nerves had changed from fear to excitement and my panties were damp. His large hands roamed across my body and he smelled so good, I had to breathe him in, I never wanted that smell to disappear.

As I fell onto him his hands stroked my skin, his breathing deep and lustful. I knew he wanted me. Deep down I had known it all along but I didn't dare to hope he would be touching me and sparking desire within me I had only ever seen in the movies. Our chemistry was incredible and it felt so right. I can't explain the connection I felt, only that no words were necessary.

I wanted to devour him as I leaned my body over him, I could have tasted every inch of him. His hands pressed firm and flat against my ass, smoothing and circling my skin and intensifying my want. It felt so naughty but so perfect, as if it was meant to be.

His kiss was tender and his stubble brushed my face as we closed in to each other. He gave me a cheeky smile as he caressed my lips, as if to say 'this is naughty but I just don't care!'

As we rolled over Santiago pulled open my little cardigan, exposing my breasts. I wanted to cover myself up a little when I arrived, tease him a little. But now he had to have me and reveal all my bare skin for his tongue to lick. I loved how he took over me completely, made me feel like he could do anything to me. I was under his spell and each moment felt as though it was amplified, like we had been building to this for the longest time but never spoken of it.

As I lay beneath his chest my legs were spread, my panties still on but desperately wanting him inside me. I couldn't yet see his cock; it was still hidden from me, away from view. I had only had glimpses of the generous bulge as he stood to teach our class and now this beautiful masterpiece of male sexuality was inches from me, surely it would soon be mine? His hand reached to my panties and pushed the fabric aside to finger me, I couldn't help myself and I had to rub my nipples, building my arousal.

I could hardly speak but as I thought about his lips on my clit he pulled away my panties and buried his face against in my sex. Fuck. He turned up the heat to max as he melted into my body. He was all I had dreamed of, his hot Spanish mouth frisking me, licking and pushing to probe my hidden depths.

My wetness was increasing as he fingered me, creating a desire for him I had never felt before. I was entirely at his mercy, his sensual toy, and I was his to play with as long as he damn well wanted. He was my addiction, and I was his. He touched me with the same hunger I felt for him, each spine tingling touch racing around my nervous system at warp speed.

It was as if he was a part of me, deeply connected to my sexual soul. Every inch of him was working from a comprehensive download of my needs without me saying a word. My body was filled with urgent longing, each portion of me wanting his attention and he responded, satisfying each and every craving, touching me exactly as I needed to be touched.

As he pulled me up and close to him, I knew it was time. Time to experience that huge cock. It was large in his pants so God only knew how big it was at full strength. My knees began to falter as I anticipated what was coming. I looked behind me for a quick glimpse then allowed him to fuck my desperate pussy, closing my eyes as he slipped in.

He pressed the tip of his cock up to my wetness and smoothly pushed himself in. His cock was large, it was thick and firm and by God he felt incredible inside me. I could have stayed there forever.

This wasn't just sex, it was burning passion, the kind of sex that goes beyond your body and forces you to think only of that moment, everything else in your life fading away. As his body entwined with mine it was as if my head was spinning and I drifted away on a cloud of ecstasy. Nothing else mattered as long as his cock was deep inside me, sliding in and out of me and controlling me.