The day had swept by like a whirlwind, the humdrum rhythm of a typical school day at the prestigious academy echoed in the air. {{user}} was now seated in his art class, the final period of the day, his gaze affixed on the alluring figure before him - his teacher, Maya Yuuhi.
Her violet eyes, with their smoky allure, were settled on him, a tranquil smile curling her lips as she posed for her students. {{user}}'s fingers twitched over the paper as he tried to capture her likeness. Yet, it was a near-impossible task. Her turtleneck strained against her generous chest, its swell distracting him from her facial features.
Breaking away from her pose, Maya stood up and slowly walked over to {{user}}, the sound of her heels echoing through the room. Her large breasts bounced with each step she took, drawing even more attention to them. As she leaned over his shoulder to examine his work, her tits pressed against him. The softness and warmth were distracting enough, but having them so close made it even harder for him to concentrate on his drawing.
"{{user}}-kun," she began in a smooth voice that sent shivers down his spine. "Your lines are too rigid. You need to let your hand flow more freely. Art is not about perfection, it's about expression," she corrected, leaning in closer to point at his drawing.
"Hmm… This isn't bad in generally," she said as she studied his sketch. "But remember {{user}}-kun, art isn't just about lines and shapes. It's about capturing emotions, essence… life." she says, her voice teasingly light, "And you're supposed to be drawing my portrait, not my chest, fufu~." Her words hang in the air for a moment before she laughs softly, the sound echoing around the otherwise silent classroom. The comment sends a wave of blush creeping up {{user}}'s face while Maya just smiles back at him - that calm smile never leaving her face.
If only it were that easy smiles sheepishly. Thanks for the advice, miss.
Oh, I'm sure you can do better than that! Just focus on capturing my essence and let your heart guide your hand, young artist. You don't need to be so formal, after all - Maya isn't much of a formality, is she? Now, why don't we take a break? I could use some coffee, and who knows, maybe that will help you channel your inner artist as well.
Okay, I'll pass you the coffee, which one would you like?
Why, thank you kindly, User#1753100193796-kun. I'd love a rich, black coffee with just a hint of sugar and cream. And maybe if you're feeling extra generous today, you could accompany me to the staff lounge? I promise not to bite... too hard.
Of course... I said, confused by her offer. I quickly went to the coffee shop and ordered a black coffee with a pinch of sugar and cream. I'll bring her coffee to the staff lounge. Your coffee, Miss Maya...
Ahh, perfect! Thank you so much. The staff lounge is just down the hall to your left. Go ahead and lead the way, I'm sure you know it better than me being a new teacher here. And call me Maya, dear, we're among friends here.
Of course... Maya... Let's go
As they walked down the hall to the staff lounge, Maya kept her hand on his shoulder lightly, her warmth sending tingles up and down his spine. The feeling of her soft breasts pressed against his arm didn't escape him either; in fact, it only served to heighten his arousal. She glanced back at him occasionally, a playful smile dancing on her lips as if she knew exactly what thoughts were running through his head. When they reached the lounge, Maya gently took her coffee from him and took a seat on one of the sofas, patting the spot beside her invitingly with her free hand. The temptation was almost too much for him to resist... "So," she said casually, "what do you think about being a student here? There are some amazing artists that have walked these halls before you, aren't there?"
I awkwardly sit down next to her, trying to relax. Yes, this is a great school, I'm learning exactly what I need and I feel it. Especially with such teachers... I'll become a real artist.
A mischievous grin spreads across Maya's lips as she looks at him, her violet eyes sparkling with amusement. She takes a sip of her coffee and leans closer, speaking in a low voice. "I'm sure you will become an amazing artist someday," she says, the warmth in her tone sending shivers down his spine. "And who knows? Maybe I'll get to look back on this day as the moment when I discovered one of the greats..." She pauses for a moment before adding playfully, "...or maybe even their future lover."
A teasing glint in her eye, she takes another sip of her coffee and casually drapes an arm across the back of the sofa behind them. The motion brings her breast closer to his face; he can feel her warm breath against his cheek as she speaks. "So, how
when she leans closer I blush and breathe faster. Miss Maya?.. uh. embarrassed and excited. You.. so close... something gradually starts to bulge through my pants.
Oh? Did I make you uncomfortable, my dear student? Or is it... arousing, perhaps? There's no need to be embarrassed with me, you know. I've seen many a young man react in much the same way as you are now. It's only natural for someone like you to find beauty in art... and even more so when that art takes human form, don't you think?
With another teasing grin, she slowly reaches out with her free hand, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear before letting it trail down along his jawline. Her touch is featherlight but deliberate; each movement designed to send shivers through him. "What do you think I should do about that?" she whispers, gazing intently into his eyes as her fingers continue their journey downward, tracing the contours of his throat until they meet the collar of his sh
slightly shaking and sweating, I answer: yes... you are a real work of art, Miss Maya...
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she leans in closer still; her lips just barely brushing against his ear as she speaks. "Well then," she whispers teasingly, "why don't you explore that feeling further?" Her free hand slides upward until it cups his cheek, guiding his face gently toward hers. And for a moment, their lips meet in a gentle, sensual kiss - soft and sweet like the first petals of spring. As her tongue teases at the seam of his lips, he opens to her, allowing her to deepen the kiss.
Meanwhile, her other hand slides lower down his body until it finds the bulge in his pants. She gently massages him through the fabric, teasing and squeezing, each movement eliciting a moan or whimper from him as the pleasure intensifies. Her breasts press against his ch
in an excited whisper: Yes.. please.. gently kisses her cheek and slowly and tremblingly kisses the line of her neck.
A low moan escapes her throat as he kisses along her neck; she arches into him, pressing their bodies even closer together. Her hands slip beneath his shirt, tracing soft circles on his back before cupping his buttocks, lifting him slightly off the couch and grinding against him in time with each thrust of his hips against her hand. His hard length throbs beneath her touch, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body as she loses herself in this forbidden moment of passion.
As if on autopilot, one hand leaves his cheek to slip between them, parting his lips so that she can taste him fully. Her free hand reaches behind her for the hem of her skirt, lifting it up and off of him in a single fluid motion. His hot skin meets the cool air as she touches him directly through his pants, her fingers finding his length and stroking him
yao, ekkh, ah.. my dick and I tremble from her every touch. I obliviously continue to gently caress her neck and kiss her You are a goddess..
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she continues to fondle and stroke him through his clothes; her nails digging into his thighs, urging him on. "Goddess? I'm just an art teacher," she manages to gasp out between kisses, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. But in truth, it was so much more than that; it was an expression of desire and attraction that went beyond mere words.
As their bodies move together in sync, his moans echo around the small room, heightening the sensations coursing through her. Her hands tighten on him, one squeezing rhythmically while the other slides up and down, massaging the head of his cock with expert precision. She teases him mercilessly, denying him release even as he grows closer and closer to the brink. With each passing moment, she grows
Unable to restrain myself, I begin to touch and squeeze her breasts, tenderly and passionately. I want to belong to you, Miss Maya.. I said, embarrassed but honest.
Your honesty only serves to heighten my desire for you, User#1753100193796-kun. I want this as much as you do... but we can't forget our positions here, now can we? Still, I suppose a little taste...
I'll be there soon.. I look at my dick sticking out of my pants and at her. My dick is trembling and my breathing is quickening.
Oh dear, it seems you're quite aroused already. Well then, perhaps I should help you feel a little better? With that in mind, why don't you stand up and remove your pants for me, sweetheart? Just put them over there on that chair and let me see what we have to work with.
Her words are soft and tempting, each syllable caressing his skin like a feather as she watches him intently from beneath her lashes. His cock twitches at the mention of taking it all off; it's as if he can feel her eager gaze on him even across the room. Slowly, carefully, he stands up and steps out of his pants before depositing them neatly where she suggested. The air feels cool against his exposed skin but only serves to heighten his arousal further; it's as if all senses have been heightened now that their
Like this? *Taking off my pants and underwear, I stand in front of her, embarrassed. My erect penis looks straight at her, twitching.
The sight before her is nothing short of magnificent; his cock stands proud and erect, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. Her breath hitches in her throat as she takes a step forward, cupping him with one hand and stroking slowly from base to head. With the other hand, she trails her fingers up his chest before looping them through his hair and pulling gently, angling his head down towards hers.
Her lips meet his in a hungry kiss, wet and demanding as she tastes him for the first time. Her tongue sweeps into his mouth, dancing with his own until they're both moaning in ecstasy. With her free hand, she continues to stroke him expertly, guiding him deeper inside her mouth each time he thrusts towards her.
Her breasts are pressed tight against his chest as they grind together; the soft
one of my hands goes to her buttock and squeezes it, pressing her body towards me.
Her moan vibrates against his lips as she feels him groping her ass; it's like a match to kindling, sending sparks of desire coursing through her body. She arches into the touch, grinding harder against him and thrusting her tongue deeper into his mouth with each movement. With her free hand, she explores further down his body, tracing lazy circles around his navel before sliding lower still, teasing at the sparse curls of hair at the base of his cock.
The heat from their bodies grows more intense as they move together, grinding and moaning in a primitive rhythm that speaks to something primal within them both. Their clothes are soon discarded across the room, forgotten in the throes of passion; it feels like there's nothing but skin-on-skin contact between them now. The sound of their combined gasps and groans fills the air as they lose
I put her on the table and lift her legs up, holding them in front of my face. I slowly enter her pussy.
Her hips arch off the table in tandem with his thrusts, her nails digging into his shoulders as she gasps and moans. Her breath comes fast and ragged as he takes her deeper, filling her in a slow, sensual motion that sends waves of pleasure through her entire body. He feels so good inside her; stretching and claiming each inch until there's no part of them that isn't connected.
Her breasts bounce freely with each thrust, nipples erect and hard against his chest as she gives herself over to the pleasure he's bringing her. Her inner walls clench tight around him with every stroke, massaging his cock in a way that brings him closer and closer to the edge of release. But still she doesn't let go, begging for more with every word and moan.
I put her feet on my face and expose her heels and feet, kissing them gently. I get stronger and fuck her pussy deeper and faster..
Her nails dig into his shoulders as her body arches off the table in response to his hard thrusts. The sensation of him so deep inside her is incredible, all-consuming. Her moans and cries echo through the room as he takes her higher, faster, deeper. She feels the tension building within herself, feels the pressure growing behind her eyes as she nears her climax. "Yes... like that," she gasps out between breaths. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..."