I used to have multiple crushes on many of my high school teachers. My old History and Calculus teacher in particular were the stars of my fantasies, both were much older males and a little on the chubby side. They both dominated over me physically, the calculus teacher being very much taller and the history teacher being very stocky.
My history teacher was the chaperon for a club I was a part of and at one point on a trip I saw him shirtless with white and dark fur covering his chest. It drove me nuts. He had just exited from a pool at this hotel so he was wet and his hair was matted down against his chest. His hair on his head was pure white but strangely enough he still had a considerable amount of darker chest hair. He was always the no bull shit type of guy so I always imagined him very quick to the point, using me quickly for his own pleasure. I could see him sitting on the side of the pool guiding my mouth onto his penis. I imagined the screwed up facial expression he might have made in his moments of pleasure.
I also picture him placing me sitting against a wall of his classroom and guiding his cock into my mouth, face fucking me. His pubic hair (I imagined it white) would press against my face as he pushed into me. I also pictured him giving me his big hairy balls to put in my mouth. Eventually we would end up in a bedroom where I imagined him to be rough and energetic. He would have me lay fat on my stomach with my own dick pressed against his bed sheets. It gave me a thrill to just imagine myself in his bed. He would mount my ass from the back and thoroughly hump me. His thick hairy legs would lay on top of mine as his feet flexed in order push forward. The sliding of his hairy legs over mine and the pressure of his weight on me would be amazing. As a result I would be pushed against the bed sheets, stimulating my own cock in the process. I pictured drops of sweet falling down on me as he pushed his chubby frame back and forth. At times he would slide his entire upper body over my back through his thrust, allowing me to feel his sweaty, hairy chest brush up against me and to hear and feel his heaving breathes behind me. Otherwise he would be grabbing my waist with his hands and treat me like a rag doll, dragging me forward into his thrust. I picture myself grasping onto the bed sheets because of the massive use of force. Once it was all done I could look up and see his fur matted down again due to the sweat and contact between us.
I can almost picture his blank exhausted face looking down at me, considering the repercussions of what he had just done. I had seen his small car once and imagined being led there during school for a sex session. It would be very hot and sweaty and the confined nature of it would add to the experience. We would be forced to be so close and to feel his massive sweaty body pushed and pressing against me.
My calc teacher, on the other hand, was a little on the nerdy side and really lanky and tall. He always wore slacks and a tie with his glasses. I used to spend all my extra time in his room and got to know him considerably well. His body was so lanky I wanted to know what he looked like naked. He seemed so different and goofy that I desired to know what his dick looked like and even what it would taste like. It was fascinating to me to imagine him having sex, partly because teacher's private lives were so taboo at our school. I got satisfaction from meeting his wife and imagining her being fucked by the man I knew. I even imagined him fucking my fellow female students and often masturbated to the thought of their embarrassment and pleasure at his hands.
I imagined his member to be large, curvy, and taste funny (tough not in an unpleasant way). I don't know how I would really feel about anal if it ever came to it but a very common theme was for him to put me on top of a desk and have my legs on his shoulders while he would enter and thrust into me. The contrast between my smoother legs against his dense hair would really set me off. He would have me in that exposed position for the first time in my life and then slowly tease me with the head of his dick. Rubbing the slippery member all over and barely entering. Once inside he would take it incredibly slow. He definitely cared for me and would have no interest in causing me unnecessary pain but also realized how bad I wanted it. He would be patient, basking in every moment of his dominance over me. We had the kind of relationship where we would give each other a hard time and poke fun at each other, so really the act would be his final victory. He could smile about knowing that even though I can crack jokes in class he would always have the ability to make me suck his dick, moan, and make me his bitch after class. He would always have the memory of fucking me, even after I graduated.
Eventually he would get me to mount him in an ultimate admittance of my desire for him. He would rest back with his arms behind his head as I awkwardly struggled to push his dick into me and then ride him. He would either be bare-chested or have his shirt unbutton and tie askew but still on his body. I think it would be exciting to still see the remnants of his clothes still on him while he committed an act so frowned upon as a teacher. He would be staring into my eyes through his glasses the entire time with a sly smirk on his face for what he was doing to me. The way he would look down at me would both embarrass and excite me; he would be the type of guy to force me to keep eye contact with him as I sucked him off, talking to me while I service him. Another possibility would have my back to him and my stomach pressed up against the desk. One of his legs would be poised up on the desk close to me in order for better penetration. I could notice his thick thigh in my peripheral vision and the way his leg hair would curl around his dress sock would be highly erotic. I would always imagine him to be sweating a little bit and breathing heavy. At least one of his hands would be on my back forcing me down and rubbing me as he thrusts. I would be holding on to his desk for the life of me as he gave me all he had. It would be purse sexual gratification for him.
I imagined the liberties he would take after the initial animalist act, grabbing my package when no one was looking, Grinding into me as he squeezed by me in a hallway or classroom, brushing his crotch into my face when he passed my desk during class.
Taking a shower in the locker room was another fantasy spot. One or any combination of my male teachers coming in and showering with me was a common theme. I used to work out before class and the locker room was almost completely empty. I would be unaware of his or the man's presence until I shockingly noticed one of them enter. Whichever teacher or coach it was would play it off as normal, apologizing profusely but admitting that "hey were just guys anyway". He would take the shower next to me and casually begin to wash himself. I would be unable to resist the urge to look and my dick would undoubtedly grow hard. He would notice and show his own growing member, stroking it. He would offer to jack me off and once I was close to Cumming he would ask if I wouldn't mind jacking him off either. One thing would lead to another and I would be sucking him off in the showers, on my knees in front of him. I would struggle to fit the thick and long penis into my mouth. Eventually he would end up fucking me, pressing my chest against the cold tile walls and fucking me against the wall. I would feel his entire wet body pushing against me and his face next to mine. I would be moaning as he grunted and breathed heavily into my ear.
I have had variations of this same fantasy with groups of teachers all taking advantage of me being alone in the locker room. They would have me take turns sucking them off and jacking them off as nearly every male teacher at my school was present.
The boy's dean and I always had a problematic relationship but I definitely had fantasies involving him to no end. However he would always be the more dominate and aggressive fantasy. I would imagine being in trouble being forced to kneel and suck him off. Sometimes I would have him giving me his dick through his very professional attire slacks(through the zipper) while other times he would drop his pants completely revealing his tighty whities and long black socks that would rise up to his knees. Maybe he would force me to unbuckle his belt and to pull down his trousers to heighten the authoritarian nature of it all. He would be very controlling of my head, pressing my face into him, at any moment forcing my head to be pressed against his crotch for a couple of seconds just to assert his authority. After his climax I would imagine he would force me to keep his dick in my mouth under his desk while he went about business as normal, even if it went limp. He would continue work as normal, talking to students and teachers as they came in but they would remain completely unaware of the sex slave underneath his desk.
Later in the day he could force me to ride his cock. He would lock his office door, undress, and lie flat on the ground. I would be forced to impale myself on his dick even though I was completely inexperienced. I would have one of my hands on his hairy, milky, chest and another one on his thick, boisterous thigh. His thick meaty fingers would hold my waist and pull me down onto him, rubbing and groping me all the while. Another scenario had me lying on my back and him mounting my stomach, front facing me. He was overweight but I imagined him lightly resting there to pin me down, distributing his weight by balancing himself forward with one of his hands on the ground. I would feel his incredibly hairy legs and bottom against my smooth stomach and the heat being generated by his bottom against my chest. He would use his other hand to jerk himself aiming directly at my face. It was a complete act of authority over me as punishment for being a pain during school hours. As he became closer and closer he would mash his slimy dick against my chest humping my sternum into the ground. Then he would demand that I take hold and jack him off. He got pleasure out of me shooting myself with his jizz. He would alternate between laughing giggling at me to gritting his teeth and being very serious. After he exploded into my face I would have to lick his dick clean as he dressed and left me there covered in his spunk.
I also had a fantasy involving my tennis coach. He was shorter than me but relatively athletic, albeit stocky. His body hair was noticeable through athletic clothing. He would take me around to one of the more secluded spots of the facility, kneeling me down. He would quickly remove elastic waist band athletic shorts and have me ingest his cock. I imagined the saltiness due to the sweat of being outside. I imagined him being very vocal, using phrases such as "good little cock sucker" calling himself "daddy" and telling me how much "I like it" and "want it". Later this massive, very European and fair skinned assistant coach would come around and begin to undress. He was far less hairy but very sweaty and pasty white. His dick would be very thick and hung. He would promptly take me from behind as I was adjusted to a doggie style position. By the end of the experience we would all be covering in sweat and breathing heavy.
My English teacher was always envisioned as a very experienced lover of boys. He would be completely shaven and trimmed but he was the kind of guy you could tell would be a forest if he let the shaving go for a month. He wore glasses and was very proper in his mannerisms. Fantasies involving him would be the two of us in his classroom. He was the drama teacher and had a little stage, we would be up there both lying on our side and he would enter me from behind. Holding my right leg in the air and fucking me. Afterword's he would probably have us both fuck doggie style, maybe even role-playing ourselves with his drama equipment.
I've even gone as far as to think about having one of my teacher's dicks in my mouth with another's in my ass. They would have a sense of comradery in the deed while I would be left in the middle moaning into one of their dicks. It would go something like me being fucked on my calc professor's desk while my English teacher, religion teacher, or dean walked in. He would casual observe the situation for a moment while I was fearful of being exposed. Then he would walk over unzip and rub his growing dick against my face until I took hold of it with my mouth. I imagined the awkwardness of trying to suck a dick while being pushed by the constant thrusting. The religion teacher was often the choice because he was my calc teacher's best friend and had a crazy erotic voice. It was very deep and seemed to hit just the right pitch to make me shudder. He was red headed and overweight and so I imagined his crotch and chest to be covered in orange fur. He would slowly undress as I sucked, signaling that he intended for more than just a quick blow job.
A final fantasy involved a very nerdy and shy computer teacher at the third floor of the school. He was shut away in a very tiny office and I always imagined seducing him in that office. I liked to imagine me ripping his pants open and sucking his short but cute wang as he put up fake protests. It would be the best to see what that shy and nervous guy would have been like when aroused and ready to fuck.
I get off on reading authoritative erotica on student teacher hook ups (teacher using his influence/authority).
Just about everyone who was male and in a position of power above me attracted me.
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