New teacher gets schooled. Part 1

This is bullshit. That bitch Ms. Kelser wrote me a detention just because “my skirt was too short” and my outfit “was a distraction”. All the seniors dress up on their first day, who cares if I just happen to dress up how I like?

I wanted to make sure I looked good, what’s wrong with that? I wore my black lace-up boots, my plaid skirt and jacket, my low-cut gray tank top and some jewelry. Just for that, I have to be stuck in detention alone with Mr. Cole? Fuck off.

I could only tolerate 15 minutes in the quiet room before I got bored and pulled out my phone.

“Miss Riley,” I heard Cole say sternly from the front of the room. “Miss Riley!” He said again, louder. “Miss Riley, listen to me when I’m talking to you!”

“What?” I snap back, not bothering to look up from the screen.

“I understand that this is the first day of school and you do not want to be here, but that is no excuse to break the rules. Put down the phone, or I will confiscate it!”

“Oooooh, and then what? You’ll give me another detention?”

“Ye-yes, I will be giving you another detention,” he stutters. “So, please put the phone down so it does not come to that.”

Mr. Cole was one of the new teachers this year. I’m sure he had been given detention duty with me as some initiation thing. If that’s the case, I would hate to disappoint. So, I stood up, and strode up to the front of the room. I leaned over Mr. Cole’s desk, and held the phone over our heads. “Why don’t you take it from me if you want it so bad?” I playfully waggled the phone as I spoke.

Mr. Cole sat staring dumbly up at my phone, and as his eyes fell to the front of my shirt, I could see the wheels in his head struggling to turn. “I…I will then!” He said, voice cracking as he suddenly reached up and grabbed the phone from my hand.

I let him take it, pleasantly surprised by the voice crack. I had just been playing to fight the boredom, but this perv had been staring at my chest, and I saw his pants starting to tent when he jumped! Oh, I was gonna drill him. I paused to let him think he won, before retorting.

“Did you chose to teach high school because you like the pretty girls, Mr. Cole?” I see a flicker of shock on his face, before he spurts, “Ye-I mean no! Of course not! I am here to be a good teacher!” I grin because his voice cracks even worse than the guys I sit in class with.

“Are you sure?” I’m starting to whisper now. “You just wanna be a good teacher? You didn’t chose high school just so you can look at girls’ skirts under their desks, and look down their shirts when they ask you a question? Kind of like how you just did to me?”

He’s tripping over his own words. He can’t even get a full sentence out. “I-I-I don’t…I don’t know!”

I ease up off the desk, and begin to walk around so I’m barely 3 feet away. “No one would blame you. Some high school girls are pretty slutty. Rumor has it that Lindsey wants to suck off as many teachers as she can in exchange for A’s this year. Did she offer to suck you off, Mr. Cole?” I lean in closer. “Did you say yes?”

He sits there, stunned again. “Mistre- Miss Lindsey? No, no, I wouldn’t! I..I’m her teacher, it would be wrong!”

“Oh, who cares? If a girl can get by using her skills, what’s so bad about it?” I step closer so I tower over him in his chair. “Like, I bet I can get my phone back from you by the time I walk out of this room.”

Mr. Cole’s eyes drop to my waist, and I teasingly shake my hips a little. “Do you like my outfit? Ms. Kelser sure didn’t. I worked hard on putting it together. I just love these boots.” I pout.

Before he has a chance to answer, I lift one leg up and rest my foot on the edge of his chair. “Don’t you like them?”

“Yes…They are quite, uh…They are quite good on you.” He actually gulps!

“And my skirt? Don’t you like the way it hangs off my hips?”

“Yes, but,” he coughs, “Maybe you should, uh, t-take your seat, please.”

“Oh, that seat is so hard. I makes my back stiff. I think I would prefer sitting here,” I purr as I lift myself up onto the desk.

Cole doesn’t even bother to hide the fact that he’s looking at my skirt. In response, I open my legs a bit more to make sure he sees my red and black panties. After another moment, he lifts his eyes straight toward the ceiling and mutters: ‘I’m sorry.”

This is just too good. It’s been 15 minutes, and I’ve already got the new teacher hard and pitiful. That majorly beats my record of 1 week.

“You should be sorry, Mr. Cole. How will you ever make it up to me?”

Mr. Cole raises the hand still holding my phone, and without looking at me, holds it out toward me. His hand lands square on my left tit. His head snaps forward, and suddenly he gasps, moans, squeaks and shudders. This fucker just came in his pants!

“Mr. Cole! How could you?! Inappropriately touching a student could get you fired!” The wet spot is showing on his pants. “And you came when you did it! The principal would be so disgusted to hear she has such a pervert teaching here!”

His face fills with shame and terror.
“No! I’m sorry! I-I-I don’t know what came over me! Please don’t tell anyone! I’m sorry! Uh, you-you can leave early if you won’t tell anyone!”

Oh, now that’s no fun. I won way too easily! Oh well, I might as well see what else I can milk out of him. “I won’t tell anyone,” I say, changing tactics, “In fact, I think it’s sexy.”

It looks like his brain just straight up melted then. “Really?!” He says.

“Yeah. To see a man, so eager to touch a woman that he can’t even wait to cum. To see him squirm when she so much as talks to him is unbelievably sexy.” “Well, it’s…just that-” I cut him off. “I’m gonna take that cock out so I can see it. Can I do that?”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/z46b95/new_teacher_gets_schooled_part_1