Japanese class

I slowly straightened my skirt, trying to hide the wet stain that was spreading across the fabric. My hands were shaking slightly as I smoothed my hair, trying to compose myself as normal. But my body was still on fire, my thoughts clouded by the **** of what had just happened. I could still feel his seed running down my thighs, a strange and intimate sensation that made me shiver.

I leaned on the window of the train, trying to steady myself, as the train stopped at my station.

I ran out of breath, my feet pounding the ground, my lungs burning from breathing so hard. The university gates closed behind me with a metallic clang, I stopped short, out of breath, and let myself fall against the wall of the building. My hands were still shaking, my legs were shaking beneath me, my body was still on fire. I closed my eyes, trying to calm my breathing, to chase away the images of what had just happened.

Akiko and Uzachi were looking at me, she had the box in her hands but put it away, some were looking down on me, I recognized some boys who had honored me with their sperm and sometimes their urine, I lowered my head.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down, to come back to reality. I could still feel his seed flowing down my thighs, a strange and intimate sensation that made me shiver. I opened my eyes again, trying to focus on the present. The faces of the other students around me seemed blurry, their chatter incomprehensible. I felt my head spinning, I felt like I was in a dream.

I went to my Japanese improvement class. It was a difficult two hours because I was still shaken by what had just happened to me. I felt like everyone knew what had happened yesterday and this morning, I recognized my ****. It was my teacher who was looking at me intensely.

I felt his gaze weighing on me, as if he were undressing me again. My heart raced, my hands began to tremble slightly as I held my pen. I looked down, pretending to take notes, but I saw nothing. The Japanese characters danced before my eyes, indecipherable. I felt the heat of his gaze, as if it were burning my skin.

-Are you on the moon, miss? You'll come see me at the end of the class

I froze while everyone looked at me, ashamed I said in Japanese

• Sorry sir, yes sir.

the bell rang and the others left leaving me alone with him, his smile was telling.

• if you shut up and obey me until the end I will give you good grades otherwise...

The professor approached me, his smile widening. I felt my throat tighten, my hands become sweaty. I could not believe what was happening. I felt his presence dominate me, his perfume invade me. He sat on his desk, staring at me intensely.

-Come here, miss, he said in a suave voice.

I got up from my chair, my legs shaking.

I approached him, my legs shaking under me as if they were going to give out on me at any moment. His eyes did not leave mine, his smile widening even more, revealing white and regular teeth. He motioned for me to come closer, his right hand reaching out to guide me. I could feel his warmth, his scent, washing over me, overwhelming me. I took another step, then another, until my thighs brushed the edge of his desk.

• Come closer, miss, he whispered, his voice low and husky.

I took another step, my knees scrunching against the edge of the desk.

• Sit on my lap, he repeated, his voice low and husky, making me shiver.

I sat up slowly, my buttocks touching his knees, feeling the warmth of his body through his pants. His hands closed around my waist, holding me in place. I felt his hot breath on my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. His lips brushed my ear, sending shivers through my body.

his hand undid a button on my blouse and began to search for my right breast

. I felt his warm, heavy hand on me, his palm sliding over my bare skin. I shivered under his touch, feeling my heart race. I wanted to struggle, to scream, but I remained still, paralyzed by fear.

He slid his hand under my bra, grabbing my breast hard. I felt his breathing quicken, his breath hot on my neck. He began to knead my breasts, his hand gripping my flesh greedily.

• take off your panties I'll finish what I started on the train, you're a beautiful young adult woman you're hot and exotic

I felt a shockwave go through me, my legs giving way beneath me. His words felt like a slap, but I remained frozen, unable to move. His hand continued to knead my breast, fingers pinching my flesh with an intensity that made me gasp. I felt the heat of his body getting closer, his hot breath on my ear, making me shiver.

I looked down, unable to hold his gaze, slowly I removed my panties while he had opened his pants, his cock already hard.

• just impaled.

I felt cold, my muscles contracted, as I rose slightly to impale myself on him. His hands closed on my hips, guiding me towards his erect cock. I felt his hot breath on my stomach, his burning gaze devouring me. The touch of his cock against mine made me shiver, and I slowly let myself go on him, my eyes closed to escape his sight.

His hands moved up my back, gripping my shoulders to hold me in place.

His fingers dug into my shoulders, holding me in place as I slowly impaled myself on him. I felt his hard, hot cock enter me, making me gasp. His mouth pressed against my ear, his hot, raspy breath making me shiver. "Ah, yes..." he whispered, his voice low and sensual. His hips lifted, pushing me deeper into him, and I felt a cry rise in my throat.

I slowly pistoned on him, my hands gripping his desk, while his raspy, whispered voice made me shiver. His fingers continued to dig into my shoulders, lifting me slightly to penetrate me better.

"i'll let you cum." he said his hot breath on my ear, his mouth leaning over my neck.

I felt his hard, hot cock inside me, my body trembling with desire. I knew I should do something, but I stood there frozen, unable to move.

I felt his hard, hot cock inside me, my body trembling with desire. I knew I should do something, but I stood there frozen, unable to move. His fingers dug deeper into my shoulders, holding me in place, as his pelvis lifted, penetrating me deeper.

"you're so beautiful" he whispered, his voice low and sensual. "does it feel good deep inside you?"

i moaned,

• yes master it feels so good

He slowly pulled me off his lap, turning me around so I was facing him. His hand rested on my cheek, his palm gently caressing my skin. His eyes bore into mine, his burning gaze piercing me. I felt my heart pound, my cheeks burning under his touch. He stepped closer to me, his mouth landing on mine in a passionate kiss.

I couldn't move, paralyzed by fear and shame. He continued to thrust into me, his hips rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. I felt his breathing quicken, his mouth pressing against my ear, his teeth nibbling at my skin.

"Tell me you like it," he whispered, his voice husky and sensual.

I didn't answer, my eyes still closed, my head spinning.

• Do you see what a real man is?

he began to accelerate his hip movement, completely dismantling my intimacy, I cried out when the orgasm took me while he ejaculated inside me, he threw me to the ground without any consideration or pity, I spread out backwards, my legs wobbly, my body still throbbing with pleasure. My mind was in chaos, my thoughts going around in circles around what had just happened, my body stunned and weak. I felt his burning gaze pierce me once again, as I looked up at him, my lips still swollen from his kiss. His eyes seemed to shine with satisfaction, his face contorting into a grin that sent shivers down my spine.

• go to your next class, you're lucky she's a woman, that will spare you the temptation to copulate like a female dog.

I stood up slowly, my legs shaking under me as if they were going to give way at any moment. My body was heavy, my muscles aching from the **** of his movements. I felt his gaze on me, but I couldn't stand it, I turned my head away, my eyes falling on the floor. I saw my shoes, scattered a few steps away from me, and my clothes, crumpled. I felt dirty, soiled, as if his body had left an indelible mark on mine.

• I keep your panties as a trophy and souvenir he smelled them in a filthy way, try not to wear them when we meet on the train, it will save us time.

I felt a bitter taste in my mouth, as if the words he had just spoken had left a nauseating trace on my tongue. I looked away, my eyes falling on the door of the classroom, as if it represented an escape route, a way to escape the reality of what had just happened. My legs were still shaking beneath me, but I knew I had to move, to get out of this place before I completely collapsed.