Dreamz of a thirsty transgirl (spicy *confessions* too hot n..

Dreamz of a thirsty transgirl (spicy *confessions* too hot not to tell) 🤫 🥵 😶‍🌫️ At Teacher’s Desk… The 10th of my kinky stories…but NOT a fantasy...this time it's my 1st confession 😳 I’ve been thinking long, and um very hard, of what I could write about this month, and wanted to do something special ...and bare all as I write a TRUE story this time. It was the one of the kinkiest and naughtiest things I’ve EVER done (it’s actual making me really shy & nervous telling you about it 👉👈). You’ve um…heard the one about a student having a crush on her teacher...? If you’d like to read my previous stories don’t forget to check them out in the “sexy stories” label^ (I’d love to hear what you think/which of my dirty fantasies you like the best 😘) Any tips or comments are super duper appreciated (they really do encourage me to write more knowing you’re enjoying them) ^.^ I hope you enjoy reading my first confession.. ____ At 18 I was in the last year of my academy, before moving onto my studies at university. I’d always liked my maths lesson…not that I was particularly great at arithmetic, but because of the teacher. On our first day at the start of the year I first noticed the cologne he would use, only just enough to notice when I was near to him, as he graded my papers. He was so charismatic and sexy I found myself studying extra hard each night, just so I could see him smile at my efforts. It was the smile I imagined as my hand would roam further down my underwear each evening, as I lay in bed… It was so embarrassing knowing what I wanted. Humiliating to be so wildly horny imagining him, a teacher, taking my virginity. I did my best to hide my urges, but after a few months I couldn’t deny that part of me any longer…I'd fantasize about making out with him whilst in class. Sitting at my desk as I feel my smooth girlclit grow between my legs. The tingling feeling deep in me makes me arch my back as my bottom grinds silently against the seat of chair. One this one occasion, during his lesson he begins to walk in between and around the students desks, reading out-loud from the book in his hand. As he emphasises the point of the written passage of the book, each paragraph he reads is punctuated by pausing to look purposefully at whichever random student who’s desk he happens to be passing.. The moment came when it happened…it was my turn to be gazed down upon as he finished his sentence in front of my desk. I looked up at him and felt my breath hitch in my throat - did he know that my bussy was twitching?...that my girlcock was pressed tight between my thighs, leaking precum?.. I was flushing madly as he continued walking through the rows of desks, reading more from the book. As the lesson came to an end the bell went for lunch, and at that, all the students piled out the classroom heading to the lunch-hall. Still sitting at my desk I saw him packing up his notes to also leave. He sees me and with some confusion asks while I’m still here. I had to make an excuse, any excuse. I told him I wanted to study longer…if that was all right with him. With my face burning bright red, and my legs crossed tightly I pray he can’t tell anything is amiss. He pauses for a second, taken aback slightly, only to smile his smile, and tells me to stay as long as I need until the bell goes again. Turning to leave he shuts the door behind him, not before giving me one last glance. I breathed a sigh of pure relief. I got up nervously - even in a closed classroom being horny for the teacher is still a dangerous game. I’m trying to resist touching myself so much, but not wanting to admit I know I can’t. I slowly walked over to his desk at the front, noticing his suit jacket laying on the back of his chair, and can almost smell a hint of his distinct cologne coming from it. I know you shouldn’t touch other people’s possessions without their permission, and I felt guilty even as I walked behind his desk... Feeling so truly naughty I lower myself down into his chair, my legs not reaching the floor with my feet hanging a couple inches in the air. I lean back and turn my head towards his jacket, still on the back of the chair, and breathe it in deeply. His scent was by now overpowering my senses, intoxicating me, leaving me to daydream of him teaching me a real lesson. Sliding my underwear down to my ankles and lifting my legs up, I rest my knees up against the front of his desk (not daring to actually rest my feet on it). My pussy is twitching at the thought of what I’m about to do, my heart beating so fast out of the danger of being caught, not knowing if I like it but only knowing I can’t stop. I think of him seducing me, leaning over me before cupping my chin, what his touch might feel like on my bare skin, how he would slip his finger past my lips...how I wanted to suck it, gazing at him while I did. I look over at the door to check no one is there as I put a finger in my mouth, before lowering it to my entrance, slowly pushing my wet finger into my ass, using my spit as lube. I feel my tight hole pulsate around the intrusion. I think of his hot wet tongue inside me, my hips bucking and back arching, grinding in the teacher's chair. My pussy feels so wet and ready that I push a second finger inside my virgin ass. All I can think about is my mentor filling me up, pounding me like his obedient bitch. The white-hot feeling inside me rose and I almost screamed the name ‘Sir’!..then seeing white as I felt my hot girlcum shoot out, splashing down onto the tiled floor. Breathing hard and deep, with beads of perspiration dripping down my face, I collapse into his chair. After some moments I come to my senses and my eyes dart to the clock on the wall..I’d been touching myself for almost 45 minutes. Jumping up I know I have only 5 minutes before he, and the next class, comes back in. My body jerks as I fall off the side of the chair in terror of being caught. Jumping up, I do my best to frantically clean up my mess off the floor before running to grab my backpack to leave. Now terried someone might be able to tell detect what happened in the classroom, mess or no mess. "...why did I do that, why did I do that, please don't let me be caught, oh god please don't let anyone know what I did.. " My heart was in my mouth as I raced against the clock.. Just as I get outside I see my teacher coming down the hall. My legs wobble a little as he approaches. Pausing in the doorway only momentarily, he turns towards me to say the few gentle words I can never forget, “I trust the solitude did wonders, but next time I'll stay in the room with you, just in case you need my help." Then smiles his smile and heads into his classroom. I didn’t dare glance back as I walked to the bathroom before my next lesson...already feeling my pussy throb again...