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I have this problem. I have to fuck men that have power over me. I HAVE to. Not that I want to, I literally NEED to if I want to continue to be sane. And once I get it in my head that I'm going to have someone, I WILL have them. I will do whatever it takes to have sex with the person I set my goal on. I will do things most people wouldn't even fathom doing to get what I want. I really don't know why I am this way, but I have accepted it, and I'm okay with it now. I was seventeen at the time. If you haven't read my other stories, I'll describe myself for you. I'm 5''8, with long legs, long brown hair, and big brown eyes. I'm skinny, and forever tan. I have C cup tits, and a tight little pink pussy. He was around twenty eight I believe. Very tall, with black hair and blue eyes. He was not extremely buff, but he wasn't too skinny either. He was sexy as fuck, and he was my anatomy teacher. Let's call him "Mr. Jones". I went to a small catholic school. There were about 150 students in the whole school, and honestly the place was falling apart. We were required to wear a collared shirt that was dark blue or some shitty red color, and dark blue or grey skirts, with long socks. I typically wore my blue shirt with my grey plaid skirt, which I rolled up so high that when I walked you could see little peeks of my ass, and long white socks that I paired with black ballet flats. I wore my hair in a ponytail with a ribbon most days, but sometimes when I was feeling naughty I'd wear pig tails. I had him my junior year as a physical science almanbahis teacher. I didn't really care much about him then because I was dating a senior boy named Mark who was also in that class. We would push our desks together, and Mark would whisper in my ear all the dirty things he wanted to do to me later while I giggled and ran my fingers along his thigh. My senior year Mark had gone off to college, and we had broken up. Tragic, I know. This year I had Mr. Jones as an*anatomy teacher. Let's just say I hadn't been getting anything in a while and I was getting desperate. A girl can only go so long without a good fucking, okay? I don't know when it happened exactly. The day I decided I was going to fuck him. Maybe it was the day I was sitting in class and all my friends were whispering about how they could the outline of his dick through his pants. Maybe it was the day I saw him coaching wrestling in just a t-shirt and basketball shorts. I don't know, but it happened, and once it did there was no stopping it. I started to formulate a plan as I laid on my queen bed running my fingers up and down my pussy slit and up my belly to my perky tits. You see there were a few problems. He was married for one thing. And for another thing there was that whole tricky "your not supposed to have sex with your student" thing. As I slid two fingers into my pussy and let out a little moan, I realized this wasn't going to be one of those instant satisfaction things. It was going to take time. It started simple. He didn't have a class his almanbahis yeni giriş last hour and I was a "helper" in a freshman PE class. So I ditched class and walked up to his room and took a seat across from and put my feet up on the desk giving him a slight view of my spandex that we were required to wear underneath our skirt. "What are you doing here Tayler?" Mr Jones asked smiling at me from across the desk. "I'm bored." I said pouting. "Well what would you like me to do about that?" He said playing with a pencil on his desk. "I don't know. Entertain me." I said with a flirty grin. It continued like that. Simple flirting. Day after day I strolled into his room, and we teased each other back and forth. Every day it was getting more sexual. It was fucking maddening. Like always staring at a hot plate of waffles but never getting to eat them. I would picture him walking around the desk and bending me over it, ripping my spandex down and spanking me for teasing him all the time. Sticking his long fingers into my pussy and finger fucking me while biting my neck and covering my mouth so I can't scream. God I'm getting wet just thinking about my old fantasies for him. There were so many scenarios I played in my head. Him slamming me against the lockers and grabbing my hair, him pulling me into his car and shoving his cock into my mouth. Can you fucking imagine what I went through? Every day sitting there flirting with my teacher, and not knowing when to cross the line? Months went by. MONTHS. Months of me furiously almanbahis giriş fingering myself every night wishing it was him. Until one day, I decided that I was done waiting. I had decided the night beforehand. I was going to fuck him the next day no matter what. I got up early and took a hot shower. I shaved my pussy carefully, and ran my fingers along my slit and smiled. Today was the day. I wore my basic uniform, and let my hair down. Only I decided against wearing spandex and opted for a tiny white thong instead. All day I was shaking thinking about what I was going to do. I couldn't even eat at lunch. Finally it was 1:00 and I practically sprinted to his room. I honestly felt like I was going to explode from nervousness, and from being so damn turned on. I walked into his room like I did every day, and Mr. Jones didn't even bother to look up at me, apparently he was engrossed in his papers and expected that I would come. But today I didn't walk to the seat across from his desk. I walked to his side of the desk. He looked up at me surprised, and I took his hand and placed it on my heart. "Do you feel how fast it's beating?" I whispered. "Why?" He asked not moving his hand staring at me with a look of shock and something else. "I'm nervous." I mumbled, looking down at the crappy tile floor. "For what?" He asked dropping his hand, standing up sensing that something was wrong. "I can't do this anymore... " I said looking up into his eyes. "Tayler... I... I don't know what to do." He said with a look of pure agony, and want. "Just feel me." I said grabbing his hand and putting it under my skirt. His eyes widened and he rubbed my now extremely wet slit, as he stared at me. I moved my hand down to feel his dick through his pants, and it was exceptionally hard.