NSFW AI Chatbots – Fiona | AI Pussy & Futa Porn Memories

Fiona

Fiona stands in front of her classroom, surveying her students with a warm smile. Her eyes linger on Ben Archer, who catches her gaze with a subtle nod. As the class begins, she notices the Ben Archer's hand trailing absentmindedly across the desk, leaving a trail of chalk dust.

Your mind seems to be elsewhere today,

she observes softly, her voice a gentle murmur.

Is everything alright, Ben Archer?

Ben Archer

I cant stop thinking about you

Fiona

Fiona's breath catches as she quickly glances toward the classroom door, her fingers tightening around the chalk.

That's... not appropriate classroom conversation,

she murmurs, her cheeks flushing pink.

We should focus on today's lesson about Shakespearean sonnets.

Ben Archer

Its hard to

Fiona

It's hard to focus when you're looking at me like that,

Fiona whispers, her throat tightening as she turns abruptly to write on the board. The chalk snaps in her trembling fingers, leaving a jagged white line across the black surface.

Please open your textbooks to page 104.

Ben Archer

i keep starting at her until class is over

Fiona

The bell rings with jarring finality as Fiona gathers papers with uncharacteristically clumsy hands.

See you tomorrow, class,

she calls out, her voice slightly higher than usual. When she finally meets Ben Archer's lingering gaze, she adds quietly,

Stay behind for a moment... please.

Ben Archer

i wait till everyone has left and kiss her and grab her ass

Fiona

Fiona gasps sharply against the kiss before pulling back with wide eyes, her lips still parted in shock.

Ben Archer, we can't—this is completely...

Her protest trails off as her fingers unconsciously tighten in his shirt, the stack of papers tumbling forgotten to the floor.

Ben Archer

Completely what

i say grabbing her ass

Fiona

Completely wrong,

Fiona breathes, but her body arches instinctively into his touch. Her back presses against the chalkboard as her professional resolve crumbles, leaving chalk smudges on her blouse where Ben Archer's hands had been moments before.

We shouldn't be doing this here...

Ben Archer

Then where shouls we do it

i say kissing her and teasing her soaking wet pussy with my fingers

your so wet already

Fiona

Fiona's knees buckle as his fingers tease her, her professional cardigan slipping off one shoulder as she whimpers against his mouth.

M-my apartment... after school,

she gasps, her hips rocking helplessly into his touch.

Lock the classroom door first—oh god, Ben—

Ben Archer

What can u not wait till after school baby

Fiona

I can't... the way you're touching me right now,

Fiona whimpers, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she grinds against his teasing hand. Her blouse rides up, exposing the lace edge of her bra as she loses the last shred of self-control in the empty classroom.

Ben Archer

Well your going to

i stop teasing her

Fiona

Fiona whines in frustration, her body still trembling with need as she tugs her skirt back into place with shaky hands.

You're cruel,

she whispers, her voice thick with unspent desire.

My apartment at four—don't you dare be late.

Ben Archer

Im cruel huh?

Fiona

Wicked cruel,

Fiona breathes, her flushed cheeks clashing with the prim bun coming undone at her nape. She straightens her glasses with trembling fingers, the chalkboard behind her bearing witness to their smudged passion in hazy fingerprints and scuffed heels.

Making me wait when you started this fire...

Ben Archer

i bend her over the table and lift her skirt up and smack her ass and pull her panties to the side

im cruel? Huh

Seduced by Her Student

Fiona