There she was again staring straight up at me, tempting me, forcing me to lust. What a she-devil she was, she knew exactly how to get underneath my nerves. I would dress code her, and force her to wear a sweater, yet she would still corner me against the wall dissecting my mind. Forcing me to step away from God and to give in to my unholy desires. She knew it too, I could tell in her eyes, the way she would look up at me, the way she would twinkle her eyes lashes, I couldn’t force her to stop wearing makeup, or to stop looking at me the way she does, or any of it. I was stuck. I was stuck sinning at night and I couldn’t escape it. Well, at least she won’t be passing, even though she aces all her exams she’s lazy, and hasn’t handed in one assignment to date. Tests alone are worth only forty percent of her grade, the other sixty percent are assignments. I just need to get through this last month and I am free of her.
“And that is how to calculate the trigonometric variable of the unknown side without a calculator,” does anyone have any questions I continued to teach. I took pride in myself on my mathematical skill, my devotion to my family, and to God. These were my strong points and it is what I loved, teaching math, spending time with my wife, and my two children, and going to church on Sundays, these were my staples. I looked around the class and everyone was jotting down notes like mad, everyone except her. Everyone except Chelsea the Demoness. There she was sitting at her desk playing with her golden blonde locks and twirling her hard, sharp pencil. Her piercing blue eyes lock with mine freezing time where it stands. I imagine for a minute what it would be like, no I think to myself. I am a devoted husband and a man of God. I think a quick prayer to myself.
I look up at the clock, it’s almost four O’clock, the day is almost done. I announce, “So to conclude, make sure for the weekend you all review chapters 14-16, then bring the math project to the class, any questions feel free to email me. Have a great weekend everyone.”
The bell then rings and all my grade 12 students start packing their bags to get going. I go into my hard wooden desk, then start to organize what I need for a busy weekend of marking exams. It never stops amazing me how quickly everyone leaves class, it’s like I look down, then look up and no one’s around. But this time was different, Chelsea was standing erect at my desk, waiting to ask a question.
I stop and sit back down in my chair, I look up at her, “Chelsea, how can I help you today?” She is standing in a way where her long slender, curvy figure is erected upwards, her breasts are proudly presenting themselves, her back is arched, her buttock is stuck out and her legs are flexed forward. She looks much taller from this angle. Her sweet innocent blue eyes looking down upon me, her long blonde pigtails falling forward overtop of her chest. Her moist glowing skin reflects the sunlight, as her cute freckles glitter on top of her tiny sleek noise. She is wearing a large baggy pink sweater, as she is not allowed not to wear anything except a sweater now, since I dress-coded her for the final time last week. Which falls just below to cover her bottom. Even though her sweater is still having difficulty containing her feminine figure. She gets away with the black leggings too, since her bottom isn’t exposed.
She rocks forward and back as she speaks and as she does so her breasts bounce slightly, I make sure to keep eye contact, even though my eyes are being ripped from their sockets. “Well, Mr. Jay I’ve been awarded a gymnastics scholarship and I am set to transfer attend Fairmount College at the end of the year, the only problem here is my grades in your class are holding me back.” She then leans forward placing her hands on my hard wooden desk and thrusting her chest forward to arch her back. “Well I was wondering since my test scores are so good in this class, it’s obvious I know the material can you raise my grade, just a little bit, please?” As her dark red lips pout, I feel my dress pants get tighter.
I sternly say, “Look Chelsea, you have to do the assignments in class too, not just pass the tests, you’re not putting in enough effort into the course, I can’t do it, I’m sorry.”
She makes a frown at me, “But wait, Mr. Jay, let me show you something from my bag.”
“Sure,” I say.
Chelsea gets up and rushes to her bag, as she walks back towards her bag she rips off her sweater to reveal a red spaghetti strap seamless shirt, as her toned athletic ass bounces in her leggings.
I protest, “Chelsea, what are you doing, you’re dress coded?”
“Oh Mr. Jay it’s the weekend, and the bell rang just relax,” she laughs, brushing me off. Chelsea bends forward and sticks her round ass up in the air, moving it slightly back and forth, back and forth, it’s so round I begin to salivate, as she reaches into her backpack. She picks up a binder and turns around.
“Hey, did I tell you that last weekend was my eighteenth birthday, oh it was such a fun time,” she states with glee? As she comes closer with her binder towards me she bounces as she steps, swaying her hips. Now I remember why I dress coded this girl… her huge breasts jiggle as they bounce up and down, up and down, up and down, like soft jelly. Her shirt hugs her slender waist, leaving her pierced muscular gymnast belly button revealed. Her pigtails bobbing up and down. I feel my crotch ache, as my pants tighten even more. I sit up slightly, move my right leg and feel my dick slap against the top of my pants.
Chelsea slams her binder on the table, then slowly flips through it, looking for a page. As she does so various photos of her in bikinis and dresses flip through quickly. My eyes are glued, it’s like she is doing this on purpose. “Oh sorry, that’s so embarrassing,” she states, “I forgot I had some modelling photos stuck in with my math homework.”
She stops at a page, “Oh here it is Mr. Jay, here is the page I was looking for,” she giggles.
My jaw drops, how in the world. I analyse it and I look at it hard. This can’t be possible. How did she know??? I look at the photos on the page, they’re photos of me. Photos of me entering a strip club last weekend. I’m shocked and embarrassed, I can’t believe it.
Chelsea giggles again, “Hey does Mrs. Jay know you visit clubs like this in your free time, Mr. Jay?”
I look up and Chelsea is now leaning right over me, as her large breasts are swaying in my face. Her hard nipples are pointed through her top. My eyes lookup. “Look Chelsea please it’s been hard lately, we’ve been fighting, there have been some marriage issues, it’s hard for you to understand. How did you even get these?”
“Hey Mr. Jay, it’s ok, I understand, I’m friends with the club manager. I want to make you just a fun little offer.” Chelsea’s devil smile creeps along her face once again. She now takes a seat on my desk. She runs her finger from my nose down to my chest as her matching red nail polish shimmers in the light. She leans into my right ear, “All you have to do is fuck me.”
I lean back, “Chelsea no I’m a married man and I’m devoted to God.”
“Hey it’s ok no one needs to know and hey if you make me cum then no one needs to know about these pictures too.”
I exclaim, “Chelsea I’m a man of God, no!”
She leans in and whispers, “I’m your Goddess now Mr. Jay… come on I know you want to, do you want to fuck my tight teen pussy, or play with my large perky breasts? I see you staring in class it’s ok babe. I’m eighteen now remember!?”
Her strawberry perfume is intoxicating. She grasps my head and clutches my hair pushing me into her large soft breasts. “Love it and enjoy it, I know you’ve always wanted it. I see you always looking, how can you not, they’re so big and heavy? They’re G-Cups.”
My face melts in between her warm soft breasts, as life becomes all but a blur, and all sensation is ignited. The smoothness and the bounciness of her breasts are truly remarkable. I am in heaven. I go to take my head out and her arm is forcing me in, pushing my face in. I’m suffocating, I can’t breathe. My head becomes lighter with ease. She then yanks me back pulling my hair. Ripping my head backward.
“Who’s your Divine Goddess Mr. Jay,” she sternly asks me.
“You’re my Divine Goddess Chelsea,” I lustfully reply.
“Who do you serve?”
“You.”
“Good,” she smiles. “Now get down on your knees you dog and lick my pussy.”
Chelsea shimmies out of her tight black leggings and sits on the edge of my desk. Spreading her legs wide, she presents me with her perfect pink pussy. It is so perfect and tight. Her toned legs are spread outwards. They are so slim and narrow, I can see it leaking onto the hardwood. “Now get to work dog,” she orders.
I move my face into her pussy and start licking up and down. God, she has such a perfect pussy. I move my tongue in between the labia, as I lick her deeply. I move up and down, “Good boy, that’s the spot,” she rewards me. I am her good little boy, I am special to her.
I pinpoint the clitoris and start licking faster. “Mmm”, she moans, “keep licking there.”
I lick faster, up and down, never stopping like a good boy never does. Flicking the tiny erected pink flesh up and down, down and up. I feel her get wetter and warmer, as the perfume mixes with the comforting acidic vaginal smell. My hair is wet, my mouth is sore, but it doesn’t matter she is my Goddess.
“Oh she bucks up, don’t stop, oh yes, oh keep going, don’t fucking stop,” she yells. Suddenly I am taken back, her hips buckle, as her pelvic floor spasms, she contracts up and down, then leans forward. She grabs my hair and pulls me back, then smiles down at me. She is my Goddess and I am her little boy.
She stands up, bends over, and kisses me passionately on the mouth. The push of her lips adds pressure against mine. “Wow, Mr. Jay, Mrs. Jay doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
I stand up and zip down my pants presenting her with my hard erected cock. She looks down at me, smiles, and starts laughing. “Ok never mind now I see what the problem is,” she cackles rudely.
My face turns to redden and flush. “But I thought?”
She interrupts me, “Oh, Mr. Jay that wasn’t part of our deal, your itty bitty penis is too cute and tiny for me.” As she shimmies on her black leggings again. She walks over to the wall and picks something up from the side.
“Hey look Chelsea, then I don’t have to change your assignment mark.”
Chelsea is then doing something on her phone, “Yes, you do, your Goddess demands an A-plus in the course! And here is the insurance.”
My phone vibrates and I open it up. Upon opening it I am shocked again. In my Facebook messages a video pops up of my face between Chelsea’s breasts which happened just 10 minutes ago. My jaw drops.
“I don’t think Mrs. Jay would be too happy to find that in her Facebook message feed, don’t you think?” Chelsea picks up her bag, sways her hips back and forth, strutting out of the classroom. “And by the way, I’ll wear whatever I want for now on and you’ll like it…. Hey don’t be so sad, next time you make love to Mrs. Jay again, you can think about this me.”
My jaw drops as Chelsea clicks out of the classroom, bouncing her ass up and down. The Devil just became The Goddess.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qvva4j/the_devil_within