You walk into the room and see me sitting in the front row. I don't know if you were aware how just seeing your confident smirk and long, thin fingers wrapped around the wooden pointer you use to emphasize your point can get my nipples hard, but today you will be, because I didn't wear a bra to class today. I can feel your eyes resting on my fairly impressive cleavage, shifting and slipping out of that translucent white button down I'm wearing, it's a couple sizes too small and my nipples are pressing against the fabric. I took the liberty of popping open the first three buttons too, and I know you noticed – I saw your Adam's Apple bob in surprise and lust before you got a hold of yourself – you have a class to teach after all. I know you think of me as tits on legs – all the boys do. I'd feel self-conscious, too, of how my tits are heaving and all the other kids in class, especially the boys, are looking; but you know that this is a show simply for you. Just in case there was any doubt, however, I wait until you've turned back after writing something long and complicated on the blackboard before I spread my legs under the desk, inviting you to take a look. I can see the bulge in your pants and it's making me wet, and the tiny little silky black thong I have on under this short little pleated skirt is hardly any protection at all.
I see you swallow, and it makes me move one of my hands under my desk, I just have to touch now, your eyes on me, smouldering with lust is too much. I graze a finger against my lips and when I move it away, the wetness coating my finger stretches in an obscene little trickle, clinging to my pussy and my fingertip. Innocently, I bring that finger up to my lips and suck ever so lightly, it's at this point I know I've gone too far because your eyes darken and you bark out my name, asking me to repeat all that you've explained so far. I look at you in consternation – truth be told, I couldn't tell you what class I'm sitting in right now because the only thing in my mind is the thought of you fucking me.
"I'm afraid I don't know, sir." I admit quietly but with a smirk, still brazen enough to try and tease my way out of trouble. A quick look at you from under my eyelashes however, reveals a highly forbidding look on your face, you are not amused. "You don't know, eh? Why, because you've been too busy rubbing your pussy under the table like a little whore?" The entire class gasps and I feel myself blush hotly, a burning sensation of shame sweeping across my cheeks and humiliatingly enough, in my pussy. I try and stammer out a denial, trying to snap my legs together but quick as anything your pointer lashes out and catches me on my inner thighs, forcing my legs open while you lean back and take a long, hard calculating look at my already glistening cunt. "Get up, you filthy little girl and go and stand next to the board."
I stand, facing the entire class, trembling as all their eyes fall upon me and my barely-there outfit of choice. I never believed you would call me out on my teasing, I thought you'd just enjoy the show and hopefully fuck me in your office afterwards. You look at me appraisingly. "Let's see.. aside from the shameful display you were putting on for my amusement just now, and your general lack of knowledge and understanding when it comes to absolutely anything to do with this course, we can add a blatant disregard for the school's dress code rules as well as wasting everyone's time on correcting your deplorable behavior to your long list of transgressions. For one, there's your obvious lack of a bra," you say as your fingers suddenly pinch at my already hard nipples, "and let's not forget the length of this skirt, the rules clearly state two fingers below the knee and not the curve of your ample bottom," your hand curves to cup my ass cheeks before you suddenly let loose a blow. "And let's not forget about these, shall we?" you say, as you bend me over and expose my bottom to the entire class. You hook the pointer into the waist of my thong and use your hand to push my legs apart, drawing the thong slowly down my legs. "These certainly do not qualify as regulation white cotton panties. I'm going to have to confiscate these – and considering how much your little cunt has been drooling on these, I don't think they're quite clean enough to wear either!" You continue to berate me as I stand there, bent over and legs spread, blushing furiously. I can feel all the eyes upon my shaven little pussy, can hear the whispers and comments from everyone in the classroom. "And it looks like you still aren't listening!" you thunder, and I realize I've zoned out again. Incensed, you pull me upright and yank my blouse open, causing my tits to bounce out of their confines, and pull me by the nipples to your table, roughly pushing me face down, legs akimbo. You pull my skirt down, and before I know it you've laid a strong smack straight on my plump naked bottom. I gasp and try to move, but you're pinning my arms down and then you begin spanking me in earnest, making me go from whimpers to moans to screams. The combination of your strong hands, your unforgiving spanks, and the whispers and gazes of all the others in the classroom has me wriggling in equal parts pain and pleasure.
The spanking goes on a long time, turning my bottom cheeks from pale to pink to a nice burning red. I've gone past the tearing up, screaming stage too, at this point, and all I can focus on is the burning in my bum and the throbbing in my pussy. When you pull back finally, and ask me the question I'd missed earlier, which was why I had been rubbing myself under the table, I can't quite gather the wits to lie and I simply gasp out "because I can't help but want you to fuck me sir, I need you in my pussy, none of the boys can come close to what I imagine you to be sir, and I want you to fuck me, please fuck me."
There's utter silence, punctuated by the recess bell. No one dares move, however. You clear your throat, my confession hanging in the air. "The rest of you, come back after recess." There's barely any movement, everyone wants to stay and see the culmination of my punishment. "Now!" you snap, and everyone rushes to the exit.
Alone, you walk towards me, snapping your belt off and I almost cry at the thought of your beautiful dick finally, finally inside my dripping wet pussy. You're long, and hard and oh so thick, and you thrust inside me hard and fast, unforgivingly, without letting me catch so much as a breath or stretching me with your fingers. If possible, I moan even louder than earlier, an embarrassingly long "yessss" escaping my lips. All the hounds in hell couldn't stop me from rubbing at my pussy now, and I'm so utterly close when you pull out of me – still rock hard – and I have tears of frustration in my eyes. "Please sir," I beg "I'll do anything but please don't stop, I'll suck your dick sir, I'll suck it everyday, I'll let you fuck my ass sir, but please don't stop!" and you laugh, pulling me off the table by the nipples again and throwing me to the floor. "Naughty girls like you don't get to choose when sir fucks you, you have to show me you deserve my dick in your pussy before you get it." you say, and thrust your length, covered in my wetness into my mouth, and I suck it like I was born to do nothing but work on your beautiful big cock. I run my tongue along the sensitive underside, trying to get your entire length down my throat. You won't let me use my hands, which makes it harder, and I gag, drool trickling out the sides of my mouth but I let you fuck my face until you're satisfied, until you're willing to fuck your little cocksucker in the pussy.
You pin me face down to the table again and thrust into me and this time your clever fingers are there too, rubbing and teasing my aching clit and before long I'm cumming, and you keep fucking me through the orgasm, and I'm keening loudly, wailing almost, until a second orgasm builds and crashes over me. In a haze I feel you pull out and a warm stream hits my reddened, sore ass and I wonder at what a sight I must make, sweaty, naked except for my slutty little white button-down flapping open, lying face down on the table with my red ass in the air and your cum slowly dripping off my sore bum cheeks onto the floor. The bell rings again and I struggle to get up but your hand on the small of my back stops me and I look to my right to see that you are once again tucked into your pants, looking as impeccable and unruffled as ever. I hear the students shuffling back into the room, hear their shocked gasps and giggles, and realize that you've turned to the blackboard again and have continued to teach while I lay there, on display, pussy still trembling, for everyone to look at and to wank to probably, for months to come.
xxxxx
This story is a fantasy, and all characters are above 18 (me and my boyfriend being above 18, obviously). The other "students" are a figment of my imagination.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/42r0b7/mf_just_a_story_i_wrote_for_my_boyfriend_while