Diary Of A Chaturbate Slut – Volume 7

Hi babies! Another day has come and of course, here is another post with a hot story for my dear readers. Nobody deserves them more than you, who are so faithful to me and read every single one of the things I have to tell you. What would be good to tell you this time?

Have you ever fantasized about being in someone else’s shoes? Like… to take the role of another person. Have you done it before? Have you pretended that you are someone else? I have done it. And I have to say, it is so exciting. :$

I’d always had a fantasy where I was a schoolgirl, you know, a seemingly innocent young girl who slept with her teacher. And one of these days while I was laying on my bed watching porn, I came across a video of that type, where a student was fucking with her math teacher. And of course! I knew I had to recreate it myself.

The next day, during one of my live shows through Chaturbate, I paid attention to each one of the men who was paying for a private room to chat with me. Many of them were gorgeous, too much, but I already knew what I was looking for: I needed a man who looked like my beloved former French teacher. I hadn’t heard from him in many years, hadn’t seen him since I graduated from college, but I still remember that he was my biggest crush.

His name was Charles. He was a tall man with a fair complexion and green eyes. He was fluent in French and loved to joke with his students, always telling jokes. Jokes that I did not pay much attention to because I was always lost in how handsome he was, I was absorbed looking at his eyes, his beard, his full lips that moved so well while he taught us all those French words.

I always wondered if he knew how to use his tongue as well to give an oral as to teach another language. And I am not going to lie, I always got very horny when I was in Charles’s class, it excited me so much listening to him speak French that I even masturbated right there in the classroom (I can tell you this story another day, if you want 😉) Just seeing him, I got to come in such a delicious way.

However, I had to limit myself to do just that and nothing else. I could only fantasize about him because he was my teacher and I was his student, a love or sexual relationship between us was strictly forbidden and, if someone discovered us, they would have expelled me and they would have fired him. Although sure, that didn’t stop me from fucking with another teacher a couple of years later, but that’s a story for another day.

The thing is, I never forgot about Charles. He has been the most handsome and charming teacher I have ever had, and to this day, it continues to excite me very much to think of him, as right now as I tell you all this and the memory of him comes to my mind.

Do you guys believe in destiny? Maybe I’m exaggerating, maybe it was a simple coincidence because I have viewers from all over the world, but while I was chatting and having fun doing my live sex show, looking for the closest possible man to my teacher: I found him. I saw him there, after almost an hour going from one private room to another. Anthon_37 was the name on his profile.

Of course, I wasted no time going in and reviewing his information. Anthon Moreau, 37, French. French! Can you believe it? Charles was American, but he had studied French and that’s why he taught language classes. But this boy on the other side of the screen was European, white, with attractive green eyes and light brown hair. And the best of all was his charisma when he greeted me. There was no way I was going to miss out on that opportunity, I had to meet him!

Of course, you will think, Anthon was on the other side of the world. But no, it turns out that the handsome man was just a few hours away from me, in another city, since he was on a business trip. Seriously, how could I not believe in fate after that?

“Would you like to meet me?” I asked between giggles, playing with the tips of my hair like a damn teenager.

“Would you like us to meet? I would be delighted, precious”

Phew, his accent! Despite speaking English, he still had that French accent very emphasized into every word he spoke. And I felt that he turned me on just talking to me.

This was my moment; this was my chance. In the end, it seemed that he was also very excited to see me and would agree to anything.

“Yes, handsome” I mumbled and bit my lower lip while playing with the strap of my bra, pulling it a little and lowering it a few inches “But on one condition… I want us to play a little, pretend that you are my French teacher and I am your innocent student, what do you say?”

Anthon’s eyes sparkled with lust, and from that moment I knew that he had loved the idea. But he confirmed it with a nod and licking his lips.

“My young student who I should spank if she doesn’t study the lessons?” he asked me with a dark and perverted tone.

I trembled from head to toe. He was just saying that to me and I could already imagine how he would do it, how he would lay me on the desk and spank me for not learning French as I should. So delicious, so incredible, I wanted him to punish me and make me learn with a good fuck.

I gulped and nodded, anxious for everything we were talking about to become a reality. Anthon decided that he didn’t want the show that he paid for in that private room, but that he would wait till the next day to see my show in person, he said that it would make even more exciting. And he was right, because I was even more impatient for the hours to pass till I could see him. Fortunately, the night was near, so time seemed to pass faster while I slept.

The next morning, I was in charge of setting everything for our meeting. Seriously, everything. I wanted to fulfill my fantasy in the best way possible, so obviously I was going to put a lot of effort into preparing the stage where it was about to happen.

First of all, I spent a couple of hours looking for what was needed to decorate a classroom. From wallpaper, to the blackboard, to the markers, and some books to put on the desk, to make it more real. I wanted the environment to be as close to a classroom as possible and to feel like I was really there.

I dressed for the special occasion. My main purpose was to look exactly like a young student, an innocent schoolgirl, so I bought a uniform. A white blouse tied up to show my midriff and a miniskirt so short they would surely send me to detention if I was in a Catholic school. It was a very sexy Lolita outfit. My hair was combed in two braids that fell over my shoulders towards my breasts, which were slightly exposed due to the fact that I had unbuttoned the first buttons of the blouse. God, I felt so sexy.

I even bought a backpack and some notebooks and pencils, which I left over a school desk in the middle of my room. I set the cameras ready for when my special guest arrived home and decided to just wait. He had already sent me a message by then, telling me he was only fifteen minutes away. Gosh, I couldn’t wait!

By the moment the doorbell rang, I was feeling more than excited, ready to meet him.

The thing is… if there is a level of sexy, he was at the maximum. And he really looked like Charles. I knew since I saw him that I wouldn’t need to imagine anything, it was like having my ex professor in front of me. And the best of it all is that he understood the assignment; he came home dressed as a professor, in a suit, with a briefcase and carrying a book. So fucking handsome.

We greeted each other and I invited him to my room. As soon as that happened, we entered our roles as a professor and a schoolgirl. Which was good, because I had already pressed the right button to start a live show for my daily viewers at Chaturbate.

I told you, miss Foley, you can’t keep being late to my class every day, unless you don’t want to get a good grade” he told me, shaking his head “I don’t think you’re going to pass this class, young lady”

No, Mr. Andrews, I promise I’ll be on time for the next class!”

Oh really? Why don’t you start writing that promise? Thirty times on your notebook, and make sure to write that you will obey me”

He sat down at the chair behind his desk and pointed to my school desk with his ruler. I rolled my eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but took a seat anyway. I dropped my backpack to the floor, already feeling the signs of arousal start to flow throughout my body. My heart was pumping faster, filling my veins with lust and adrenaline. “I will obey Mr. Andrews” I said as I started to write down the line.

I slowly picked up a pen, sticking the tip near my mouth to lick it, taking it out and licking my lips instead. I could see a bulge starting to form underneath Anthon’s dress slacks and I suppressed a lusty smile.

I looked down at the blank paper in front of me, feeling his gaze as I started to write. I will obey Mr. Andrews. I will obey Mr. Andrews. I will obey Mr. Andrews. I got into a groove as I continued writing the same phrase, turning it around over and over again in my mind as I did. I will obey Mr. Andrews. I will obey Mr. Andrews. I will obey Mr. Andrews.

I hadn’t noticed that Anthon had stepped behind me until I felt his strong hand gripping my shoulder. He leaned forward and spoke to my ear.

I thought I made myself clear, and yet you still disappoint me. I don’t like how this looks, it’s so sloppy, you won’t get through this class if you only put in the minimum effort, Miss Foley. Now stand up! Walk to my desk and bend over”

My lips started to quiver in anticipation of what was coming next. Without hesitation, I quickly stood up and walked over the desk to bend over and stick my ass out. Soon I felt his fingertip running around the outer edge of the pink lacy panties I was wearing that day.

What are you doing Miss Foley? Don’t be a naughty girl” he told me, pressing his torso against my back just so he could whisper to my ear once again. I felt goosebumps starting to rise as I heard him. “Do you know what happens to naughty girls that wear lacy panties even when these are not allowed in the uniform regulation?”

No, Mr. Andrews” i said as I shook my head.

His hand rested on one of my ass cheeks, his fingers playing with my skirt. “I have to punish them”

Oh, no. Please, Mr. Andrews, I promise to be a good girl and be on time from now on” I begged.

After this, you’ll be on time everyday, little girl” he said, voice husky, so sexy “I will spank you, Miss Foley, will you count with me? Every slap, I want you to think about your bad behavior”

Yes” I swallowed hard, completely flushed in arousal. His hand squeezed my ass cheek and I quickly corrected myself “Yes, Mr. Andrews”

So he began. His hand caressed my schoolgirl’s ass before he smacked it hard and sharp, causing a loud sound to fill the room. I gasped with both pain and pleasure, almost forgetting to count. “One”

Louder, Miss Foley” he commanded, I could hear him smiling. He hit my ass once again, I almost screamed the count.

Two!”

By the ninth spank, my ass felt like burning. His strikes were strong, giving me slight pain overtook by big pleasure. I could feel it starting to turn red, I could imagine his fingers marked on my skin. And as he spanked me, I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, soaking my lacy panties.

I started to wiggle my ass back and forth, craving for more, and that earned me that he spanked my ass harder, this time with his ruler. “Be still, Miss Foley, this thing can do so many… things… if you keep misbehaving” I gulped. Somehow my mind deviated and for a few seconds I could do nothing but imagine what that ruler would do to me. Holy shit.

He put the ruler on his desk and then lifted my skirt to caress my ass. “It’s okay, Miss Foley, you can take a seat now. I hope from now on you be more responsible and attend my class in time”

Y-yes, Mr. Andrews, thank you”

I started to walk back to my own desk but Anthon grabbed my left arm and shook his head.

On my desk, I mean, Miss Foley. I want you to show me what you have learned and I rather have you near so I hear you clearly”

Fuck, such a daddy.

I sat on his desk, in front of his chair, and he sat too, right in front of me. I spread my legs just so he could see between them. But I still kept that innocent look on my face.

Mr. Andrews, I… I didn’t write that French essay you asked for. I’m sorry”

He got closer, his hands on my thighs making me shudder. “So you didn’t do your homework?”

N-no, but, I thought about everything, I can talk to you about what I was planning to write. Could I give you an oral… oral report instead?”

Anthon smiled tightly but soon suppressed it. He seemed to be considering it and then he nodded. “Fine, show me how much you’ve improved in French, Miss Foley”

Pour commencer…” I said, trying my best to keep my voice from shaking. I didn’t even know why I was feeling nervous, it wasn’t as if he was my real professor but damn, our roleplay game was so hot that it felt real.

Oui, Miss Foley?”

He teasingly started kissing one of my inner thighs, making me gasp as more juices dripped down from my pussy.

Oh, professor…” I closed my eyes as his mouth kept going up my leg “Tu me fais sentir tellement bien”

Bad pronunciation, seems like you forgot about some letters” he told me, clicking his tongue. “Let me show you, young lady”

He ran his tongue over my panties, and then put them aside to stroke my slutty cunt in a long lick. I moaned and immediately grabbed his hair with both hands, twisting my fingers around his locks.

Professor, I!”

Shh” he licked a little too fast over my clit and then slowed down the rhythm. “Pay attention, so you can learn every letter”

And just like that, he started to move his tongue skillfully, slowly drawing every letter over my sensitive skin, licking me, caressing my clit as he wrote down an invisible phrase on my wet pussy.

I was completely soaking wet, and he kept playing with his tongue on my skin, torturing me. After he finished writing down every letter, he pronounced the sentence right against my slick folds, sending a vibration through my whole body. That damn accent when he spoke French, I could cum just listening to it!

O-oh!” I moaned louder when he ran his tongue all over my slid, from the bottom to my clit.

I wanna hear you, Miss Foley. You have to speak in French if you want me to give you what you need”

I knew what I wanted, of course I knew. But at that very moment my mind was so cloudy I could barely remember my name. I was trying to remember, I was trying to think about that phrase I practiced a lot when I was younger. I learned it only so I could say it to Charles one day.

God…

I almost cried of happiness when it finally came to my mind.

Je veux que tu me baises” i whispered, my breath hitched. My French wasn’t good at all but I know he understood perfectly because of the lusty smile on his face.

Right, naughty girl” he spread my legs wider and then put his tongue inside my wet folds, pushing as far into my cunt as he could. It wasn’t his dick but fuck, it still felt too good.

He started eating me out as if I was his favorite meal in the whole world, like a wild animal, devouring my pussy. And I immediately arched my back, pushing my hips against his face, wishing he would never stop. I loved the feeling of his tongue buried inside my cunt, of his beard brushing against my shaved skin.

Professor, I— I need to…”

He understood. And that only motivated him to keep playing with my pussy. He licked the way up to my clit and sucked it hard as his tongue drew circles over it fast. And fuck, that was all I needed to explode into a big orgasm. My own body was convulsing over his desk and my hands pulled his hair as I moaned loudly and came on his mouth. But that didn’t stop him, he sucked my clit a little longer, until I started to calm down and my pussy stopped throbbing.

He looked up at me and smiled.

I think, Miss Foley, that you need a few more lessons. And you should present a better oral if you wanna get a good grade”

Should I do it on my knees, sir?” I asked, eager to kneel in front of him.

Nodding, he kissed my clit once last time and stood up.

Aaaaand… what happened next you will know in the next chapter 😉 till then, make sure you rest well, watch a lot of porno before sleeping and then dream of me as a schoolgirl. Xoxo. <3

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