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Tempting Her Teacher

She spread her legs a bit more as she pretended to stretch forward and reach under the bookcase as far as she could. She moaned just a bit and then in the same sultry tone added a breathless, "Oh, god, it's so close..."

She heard a soft gasp from Mr. Styles and wiggled her ass exposing her bare pussy even more. She felt a thrill knowing that he was watching her, knowing just how much he could see.

Finally, she looked over her shoulder a small little pout on her lips, "I think I may need some help."

He looked back at the closed door and then back to her. She was bent over in front of him now and she felt his gaze burning on her ass and bare pussy. Just knowing he was staring at her was getting her more and more turned on every minute. His eyes were hungry as they roamed over her and she had never seen him stare at her in quite that way. She was half excited, half nervous and wondered just what he was going to do. Could he really control himself?

"You really want my help, Heather?" he asked, his voice deep and serious.

For a moment, Heather hesitated. Somehow his tone was more serious than she was expecting.

She found her voice and answered softly, "Yes, Mr. Styles."

"Are you sure?" he asked as he got up from behind his desk and walked over to where she was.

Heather couldn't help but look up. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the front of his pants. The material across his crotch was pushed out so far that she couldn't help but wonder how big he was. As she stared, she felt warm wetness slip from between her legs and her stomach began to tingle.

"Yes, Mr. Styles," she said again.

He walked over to where she was kneeling and took a seat on a chair close to her. His eyes traveled from her ass down her legs to her feet and back again. He was no longer trying to hide it. She knew he was staring directly at her pussy and her stomach clenched with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

She started to lean back onto her heels but before she could get back up, he had his hand on her shoulder, pushing her back down.

"Don't give up yet, Heather. With a little more effort, I think you just might be able to reach it. You need to finish what you start. Try again."

"But I think..." she began, but he cut her off.

"You dropped your pen. Go get it," he said commandingly.

Heather realized what he wanted and obediently returned to all fours in front of him. He took a seat next to her, and she could feel his leg brush against hers. As she moved forward, she felt his hand touch her ass and gasped with surprise.

"You'll have to look a bit harder than that," he said as his hand moved a bit lower. Soon she felt his hand slid even further down her back, down to her ass. Everywhere he touched her, she felt like her skin was on fire. Heather gasped as his fingers slid in between the crack of her ass. She felt his middle finger slide further down until it was nearly touching her sensitive folds.

"Heather," he said softly, "If you want something, you have to work for it. You aren't going to get it without more effort. Try harder."

Obediently, she leaned forward, her arm sliding under the shelves as far as she could reach. The lower her shoulder went to the ground, the higher her ass went into the air. Her breathing was fast and excited as she wondered what he was going to do and how far he'd go.

She didn't have long to wait.

Slowly, his fingers descended to her soft folds and Heather froze as she felt his fingers dip between her pussy lips. When they found her clit, she took a sharp breath as the sensation rushed through her, down to her toes.