I want to fuck my teacher!

[Skype: HazelTexas15]

It's been my dream since I was a kid to be a teacher.

I teach twelfth grade calculus. I've always been good with numbers.

The majority of my students are good kids. I teach 18-year-olds. Teaching the older classes is a preference of mine. I find that twelfth graders are typically more mature than the underclassman. Not by a great deal, but a bearable amount.

I love my job.

But lately, I've been having a problem.

I have these...* urges*.

I have always had trouble dating because of it.

I have an enormous sexual appetite, and it's becoming increasingly difficult to satisfy.

99% of the reasons my past relationships never worked out, is because I rushed into getting physical, before I took time to establish emotional foundations.

I know it's an asshole thing to do.

But, I just can't help it. I can't stand the slow, mind-numbing, wait-time until my partner is ready to have sex. And in no time at all, the need for sex consumes the entire relationship.

I could hardly sit still, or not check my watch every other minute as I sat through a date. I always finish my food first, and get super antsy if my date is still finishing hers.

I abhor the thought of having to go on multiple dates for the off chance the woman I'm seeing will sleep with me.

So, I work out for a chiseled body. I work a few extra side jobs for more money. I drive a sports car.

I analyze the person I'm dating, and employ conversation and tactics that I conclude will work on her particularly.

I always figure out what to say, and what to do.

I go all sorts of lengths I can to be the most irresistible, and seductive person, to eliminate the possibility of having to wait longer to convince the woman I'm with, that I'm bedroom material.

99% of the time, I can figure out how to get someone in bed with me.

Eventually, I get impatient or uninterested in doing anything that involves relationships besides have sex.

That becomes clear to my partner after awhile, and inevitably she breaks it off with me.

I know it's wrong.

I've avoided relationships the past year, and just keep things casual.

I've come to the conclusion that it's what's best.

Because as much as I love having sex, I hate the idea of hurting someone.

I've done it far too often, for far too long, with way too little concern for it until now.

Let's be honest, do you really think someone like me is going to be settling down? I didn't think so.

I've dealt with the urges by paying prostitutes and keeping several fuck buddies.

I wish I could say that I've kept my personal life from my career, but that would be a lie.

I've slept with several co-workers.

I've never let it get in the way of my teaching, however.

But that's the bigger part of my problem.

For a few weeks now, *it's interfering. *

I've been having a dry spell. Shocking, I know.

All of my friends with benefits, are either in new relationships, moved, or haven't answered my texts...

And, I've had to cut back on my expenses. Several appliances had to be replaced in my house, and I've had to be careful with my money.

Like I said earlier, I work a few extra jobs, but let's face it, a teacher's salary plus a few odd jobs here and there isn't that much to live on. Sex from prostitutes just isn't cheap either.

It's driving me insane. Masturbating to porn helped at first, but now it only makes me hungrier.

Teaching has helped get my mind off of it in the past, but not lately.

All these girls coming into my classroom in short skirts, and low-cut tops isn't helping.

I get an instant erection the second a tall blonde, long-legged, 18 year-old struts through the door and flashes me a white smile.

I'm squirming in my seat now, trying to explain tangents using the overhead projector and smartboard screen. I'd get up and write it, if not for my raging boner going nuts over the girl in the front seat's top falling down lower and lower.

The hot pink lace of her bra pears out over her tank-top, and I can't keep still.

Screw it. I give up.

I give them an unplanned text-book assignment, and turn towards the pile of papers on my separate table and start grading.

I sigh in relief as the class finally ends, and the school day is over.

*Finally.*

The girl adjusts herself and leaves the classroom.

As they leave the classroom, I announce that all late work must be returned to me by a certain day, to ensure I'd have enough time to grade it all before the cut-off time. To be honest, my deadline is ridiculously soon. I don't have a lot of time to grade since I have the extra jobs.

I'm pleased with all the papers I got graded. This means I'll have some free time.

My erection starts to fade, and I begin replying to an e-mail.

"Um, Mr. Bell?" I turn, startled and see a student of mine, standing at my desk.

"Oh, hi Sophie. What can I do for you?" I say. My attention is refocused.

"Can I talk to you?"

"Of course."

"Well, I'd like to talk about my grades."

I knew where this was going. Sophie is a... disappointing student. She has so much potential, but she doesn't apply herself. She's been failing my class for two weeks straight. She's neglected most of my assignments, she texts and sleeps during class. She's failed the most recent tests.

My class is year-round. Each semester grade is averaged together for a final, year grade. That decides whether a student passes or fails.

Sophie's current semester grade is so low, that even if she maintained an A in my class next semester, She wouldn't pass for the year.

That meant, she wouldn't graduate.

There's always a student or two that digs themselves into a hole like this, and then come crawling to me expecting me to dig them out of it.

"What about it?" I say anyway.

"Well, I was wondering if there was anything I could do to improve it?"

"You could try turning in all your missing work." I say dryly.

"I would, but I just don't have enough time."

"I've given the classes more than plenty of a time to turn in each assignment. My deadline for late work is final."

"You don't understand. I'm busy."

"Sophie, you have to do 8-15 equations max for my class every other night. I understand you have other classes, but I know for a fact you don't have a job.

I work 3 other jobs beside this one, AND grade papers all night long. If I can handle all of those things on MY plate, surely you can manage a page of math once in awhile." I scold.