Student Teacher convention - Climax

“We shouldn’t do this…” he groans softly, looking at the girl sitting on the floor, seeming so far away from him, sitting naked at the head of the bed, his back pressed against the hotel room bed backboard.

“Why not?” The purple-haired girl asks, slowly standing up, wearing that green swimsuit. “I bought this for you, sir. I knew you would be staring, can you help me take it off?”

“It’s not right. It’s immoral. The ethics…” He weakly protests, his cock throbbing with arousal. Her eyes dropping to his length.

“What’s immoral? Fun? Fucking? Sex? You have sex don’t you sir?”

“I do.” He admits, his jaw shivering with anticipation. “But… You’re my student. It’s a position of power! I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

The girl giggles, putting a knee on the foot of the bed, her eyes narrowing flirtatiously. “Oh, sir. If you say it like that, it turns me on even more.” She falls forward, her tits jiggling even under the swimsuit, “Please sir. Take advantage of me! Take advantage of my tight co-ed pussy!”

She crawls slowly upwards. “I’m your professor, Vi. I could lose my job!”

Vi sneers as she puts a hand on his thigh, “If you give me an A in Fuck and suck 101, I won’t tell a soul.” She rubs her cheek on the side of his thigh.

“Vi…”

Her face hovers behind his shaft, “Please, sir. Please Teacher. I want my professor to fuck me and creampie me.”

She drags her cheek on his shaft and her lips approach his cockhead.

Juan’s eyes snap open. Twisted in the hotel blanket, he struggles to catch his breath, his hard cock pressed against the bedsheets.

He slowly turns his head towards the student sharing a room with him; she’s turned away, snoring softly.

He breathes slowly. He can’t be thinking like this; she’s his student! It can’t happen.

But she’s so damn hot. His mentor said these things happen sometimes. But he never expected it to be him.

He’s almost sure this poor girl has a crush on him. He had asked around among colleagues and allegedly she has a boyfriend. But there must be something wrong between them, because the way she acts, the way she dresses, especially on this trip, does not scream a good relationship. The other option of course, is that the information is outdated, and she’s just single and hot and interested in older men.

Juan has to stop himself. It doesn’t matter what her relationship status is! He’s her teacher and needs to stay professional; he can’t be thinking about a student like this.

But he needs to relieve himself.

He slowly gets out of bed, silently creeping towards the bathroom. He locks the door as silently as possible and sits on the edge of the bathtub. He sighs silently, closing his eyes.

He needs to get back in control. He rationalises that maybe she’s not interested in him; maybe, for her, like it sometimes is for women, just fun to tease someone who can’t touch her. Not unheard of for teachers. He reminds himself that he needs to be careful regardless.

Fraternisation with a student can be dangerous for him and his career. Even if the student is flirting and teasing, if it turns out she wasn't, or he was just misreading the girl’s actions, his career is done for if she reports him. Hell, it would mean jail time.

No. He knows, and reminds himself. She’s a fun fantasy, the hot co-ed. And it’s more likely that, he’s just a fantasy for her too. Teasing the younger teacher at university. She’s probably laughing about it with her friends.

But for now… He slides his track pants and underwear down, wrapping a hand around himself, and starts to stroke. The taboo of masturbating with a student in the other room only adds to his increasing sense of corruption by the hands of Vi.

A sleepy Vi silently crosses the room, biting her lip, as she grabs her chest, her ear hovering just slightly above the bathroom door, listening to the sounds of Juan doing his best to control his breathing, the unmistakable sound of skin against skin leaking out the wide gap at the bottom of the door. She silently shifts, pinching her nipple with a suppressed moan.

“You heading off?” Vi asks, sitting up in her bed, the loose singlet drooping down her arm, giving Juan a generous look at her cleavage. He looks away with a gulp.

“Yes. A few more lectures I want to attend. Actual professor-focused ones.”

“Oh, right, the nerd ones?” She asks with a sleepy smile.

He nods with a laugh, refusing to look at her again, “Yeah those. And then the one in the evening after lunch, and then we head back.”

“I’ll come to the post-lunch one.” Vi says, remembering that one would actually be interesting, “And then maybe some mingling and networking.”

“Sounds like a good plan.” He says, grabbing his keycard, “I’m off. See you later.”

“Bye Mr Teacher, sir.” She replies, collapsing back down.

Juan feels a shiver at ‘sir’ before leaving the room.

Vi lounges for a bit; she really was planning on networking. But the sleep demons caught her by surprise, and she woke up again a few hours later.

She stares up at the hotel roof. Two days straight of teasing a man, teasing herself in the early hours. It’s been a while since she felt this pent up. Supposing she has Erik to thank for that.

She has the room to herself; Juan won’t be coming back at all. Why not indulge? She smirks. Juan did this morning after all.

She grabs her earphones and pushes them into her ears. She opens up a porn website, and scrolls, looking for something slow, something sensual, something lesbian. She’s never enjoyed MF porn; the irony being that Erik may one day join her on Fans Lagneia.

She holds her phone above her face, the pasty ginger girl with round, natural breasts caressing the girl sitting on the bed next to her, lips pouty and impossibly soft, her bottom lip quivering as the confident redhead brings her lips to hers, slowly at first.

Vi uses her free hand to cup her breast, teasing herself, taking it slow, letting the pace of the video dictate her pleasure.

The girls on her phone fall back onto the bed, the redhead controlling the dyed light blue hair of her partner, her fingers pressing into her clit, whispering, guiding her through the pleasure. The receiving girl’s eyes unfocus as she throws her head back into the white pillow, moaning and breathing with delight, her hand gripping the arm of the redhead.

Vi presses her fingers into her mound, her panties blocking access for now; she can feel the heat through the fabric, and she can feel the slight moisture that leaks out of her.

The video continues; the redhead kneels on the ground, gently kissing the girl, caressing and worshipping her dainty body, slowly inching down with soft kisses down her front, she looks up at the blue-haired girl, kissing her thighs, she asks her to open her legs, to let her take care of her. To which the blue-haired girl nods and obeys, her wet vagina glistening under the studio lights.

Vi pushes her panties down her legs, bending her knees and letting the underwear hang around her ankle; she slowly caresses and touches her wet clit.

“Jesus.” She says softly, looking at her fingers. She didn’t realise just how pent up she was. The increased sex life her and Erik share seems to have trained her body to expect more pleasure and arousal than it used to.

Not a bad problem to have.

She slowly circles her clit, sighing with pleasure as she rolls her clit between her fingers, her back arching.

“Jesus Erik…” She moans, shutting her eyes. Her body, her pussy, begging to be filled, “What have you turned me into?” She giggles softly.

She moans again, sinking a single digit inside her aching slit. It’s not nearly enough for what she’s used to nowadays. But it still feels nice. She curves her finger and finds a good spot, slowly pressing and rubbing inside herself.

“Christ…” She moans. The earphones in her ears block the sound of the hotel door unlocking.

“Oh fuck…” She moans again, not bothering to suppress her voice, Juan hearing and seeing her at the same time as he steps past the bathroom door at the student, legs spread and letting a soft orgasm hit her.

She sees the movement just as her orgasm starts; her eyes meet Juan's.

It’s way too late to stop; she moans again and cums around herself, hell, if anything, his wide eyes only increasing her pleasure, her eyes meeting Juan's. She still manages to grab the blanket, pulling it over herself, but she can’t stop the orgasm, Juan turns quickly and leaves the room.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispers to the professor, “I thought you weren’t coming back.” She whispers, hands between her thighs, trying to look as embarrassed as possible. As if it wasn’t a possibility she knew could happen.

He avoids eye contact and holds up a finger. Lifting slightly off his thigh, “I have fault too,” feeling guilt about the fact he masturbated near his student, “I should’ve knocked. It was possible you could’ve been changing or something similar, anyway,” he sighs and whispers as someone from a few rows in front looks around for the source of the talking, “We should just pretend it didn’t happen.” Easier said than done for him.

“Okaaaaay,” she whispers back, “Sorry, again.”

“It’s okay.”

….

Vi knows better than to push her luck for what little remains of the conference. She giggles to herself as she catches Juan looking at her ass as she packs her suitcase. She knows he’s on the line, the lit fire being hit with a fresh wave of kerosene.

The drive home back to her dorm is long and relaxing. She can’t wait to tell Erik what happened.