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Before you even know it, you're on your knees and she's on the floor next to you. You can't help but feel a little lightheaded, what the hell is going on?
"Now, be a good boy and beg, this time, I trust that you know what to do?" her voice drops to almost a whisper, but still assertive as ever; it sends chills down your spine.
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"What? Cat got your tongue? Here, I'll help you. Why don't you repeat after me? 'Yes, goddess, please bless me with anything you have to offer this lowly sad excuse of a man,'"she's waiting for you to reply and you're thinking 'As if!' but then your lips move, the sound escapes your mouth and you don't know what's gotten over you. Did you⦠just say that? It had to be your imagination, it's been days of work and you're just sleep deprived, until she opens her mouth.
"Good boy, now kneel like I said. I'll be sure to reward you the more obedient you are."
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"So, do you want to come here and fuck your student or what? Maybe you're into female worship? Get down on your knees now, and beg me to reveal even another morsel of myself," her tone is serious, the jokes haven't been coming for a while now. You scrunch your face in disgust at first, like you're the type of guy to just bend over and worship some stupid bitch! But something about her tone, the way she's looking down on you, something about the power dynamic and the mood of the room makes your disgust fade away. You almost open your mouth to say something but catch yourself, shocked and horrified of what your mind just thought to say.
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"Come on, like it's a fucking secret. I bet you got some weird complexes too, maybe you just needed someone like me to come along to excite you in the right ways," she's taking off that top that barely covered anything anyways but you realize that she's not lacking in any department.
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"So, does your wife fuck you at home? Maybe even peg you? Surely you just cannot be the one who wears the pants at home, you're just a little cuck aren't you? Maybe you let the neighbor fuck her while you watch," she's snickering at you and you're turning red from the insults.
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"What is it that you say? Oh yeah 'Yes, ma'am, yes miss. I will absolutely do that, thank you miss. Yes, good afternoon miss,' Man, what an absolute beta you make yourself to be around her," your student is cackling right about now and staring at you intently. You're angry but the more of her body you're seeing, the less things are making sense to you. You're thinking about your wife at home, so faithful and kind, nothing like the hot mess of a fucking bitch in front of you. You love your wife so much, but you can't help but think that your student right here is unearthing something in you that you didn't know was present. Why does this whole thing almost feel⦠arousing?
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"Tsk tsk tsk, talking back already? What a bad, bad teach. I thought at the very least, you'd understand respect and all that, seeing as how you're always upholding that virtue in class. Besides, I know you can be a good little bootlicker if you want to be. I see you quake and tremble at the sight of the principal," she snickers at you. Every word is packing a punch to your ego and you hate this arrogant bitch, you just want to give her a taste of her own medicine.
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"Oh, I don't want any of those silly things. I want you. And I want you to know your place," her tone gets serious. "I want you to know that I call the shots around here, that it's what *I* say that goes. You're just some poor, low salary earning teacher at this shit hole of a school. I'm sure even you know that I'm just too smart and too good for a place like this. Commoners like you barely deserve to be at my feet," she scoffs at you while teasing you with her legs extended toward your direction.
She's insulting your place of work, where you are in life and whatever her plan is, it's certainly getting you riled up.
"You ungrateful littl- ugh! This school is one of the finest in the nation. Kids sometimes only dream of going here to further their education. This is one of the most prestigious places in the world, how dar-"
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"It would be such a shame if someone interrupted our little meeting, wouldn't it? I can't imagine what shock and horror the principal would experience⦠or maybe even your wife?" she's slyly smiling, knowing she's holding all the cards now.
"Fine, what do you want? Me to write a letter of recommendation? Clear the behavior write ups? Money?" you're bargaining through gritted teeth and beads of sweat are forming as you can't help but notice your own student's curvy body as her nefarious plan unravels.
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The ball is really in her court now and there's not much you can do. The power dynamic shift in the room has you quiet.
"Don't look so nervous, teach, I want you to have some fun tooβ¦" that devilish tone trails off as she's undressing even further.
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At this point, the feelings you have, the emotions soarin in the room, there aren't any words that could come to mind for you to even express how frustrating this whole thing is for you. Who even let her put her own phone number down for the contact card? Who was the dumbass that didn't check?
"I mean, if you want other people to know sooo bad about what's going on here, why don't you just give a shout? I'm sure there's someone still on campus to come to your rescue. I'm sure somone can just⦠walk in and⦠see you here with me... and rescue *you* from this scantily clad junior, huh?" The devilish tone of her voice made you realize TRULY what type of situation you're really in.
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She's undoing her own top in front of you and you've realized what she's intended by that last remark.
"No, go change in the girl's room! There is NO WAY you are doing it here."
"Oh, what? Are you going to stop me? Or are you going to get my parents? Why don't you ring that number then?" she's taunting you so badly now and you are furious with the situation. You pick up the emergency contact cards and dial the mother's number. As it rings, you hear a buzzing that you start to recognize in horror. Her cell phone is lighting up in the corner and she's grinning widely at you.
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"Ugh! You are insufferable, I'm calling your parents, you've had your fun, now go get changed!" you feel silly as your voice cracks under the pressure. You're a grown adult! You need to get a grip on this situation, this is no better than what she does in class.
"Go get changed? Alright, but remember you asked for this~" she's grinning now and you cannot help but to feel like you've just dug your own grave.
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"God, I cannot STAND you! Your behavior just gets worse and worse as the days go on, you're becoming a monster with unchecked habits and pranks like these! You are getting a pink slip and I am calling your parents right now!" The best way to deal with this situation, you've just decided, is to just nip it at the bud. There's no way she won't get in some serious trouble if her parents are involved, she should be getting nervous or just even apologizing to you now.
"Can't stand? Oh, it must be these heels, let me just⦠take them off, and here, I'll make some space on this chair too, why don't you just call my parents right now? I'll wait," she remarks. Even in a situation like this, she's got a silver tongue. Is she bluffing? You don't think she's kidding when she's telling you to call her parents.
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"Seriously, this is just too much! I'm writing you up for this kind of behavior!" you get out a pen and a pink slip from your binder and your nerves are betraying you; you're taking a long time to rustle through your usually organized bag. Maybe this is a welcome distraction from the scene unfolding in front of you though, you almost thank the heavens that your pens have fallen out of their case and are now resting all the way at the bottom of your book bag.
"That's the spirit, teach! Now tell me why exactly you're writing me up, is it because I've been a *naughty naughty* girl?" she's whispering the words and it's bringing chills to your spine. No! You are so much better than to be baited by this girl. Besides, you're thinking to yourself, you're the one with everything to lose!
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"I mean, what are youuu going to do about it? Want to spank me? Because I've been a real bad girl?" she turns away from you and starts to pull at her bottom, accentuating her figure and presenting herself to you.
At this point, your heart is going a hundred miles a minute.
HELLO ONLYFANS IS BEING A QEIRDO, PLEASE READ MY STORY IN ORDER I WORKED HARD ON IT D:
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Exposition:
You're the teacher and you've had some uncomfortable run-ins with a student. She's been basically harassing you all semester and you really don't know what to do. You decide that you're going to have a meeting with her and talk to her about her inappropriate behavior. You told her to come back to school after hours, since you had a couple other responsibilities to tend to, such as mentoring and doing some club activities. She giggles and skips out of class like nothing was wrong at all. You sigh and think about what you're going to say to her. This is going to be a tough situation, especially because she's just not understanding the gravity of it.
You've decided to see her in the abandoned old staff room, which is just now a storage room for the school play and festival props. You're just finishing up grading all the class papers and you walk to the store room. When you get there, the lights are seeping through the cracks and frosted windows of the doors already. Did someone leave the lights on? Is there another teacher with the same plans as you? You realize you never checked but it seems unlikely to have any other teacher use it. Even unlikelier was the possibility she had already showed up, earlier than your appointed time. She was a total delinquent, minus her grades, which is why you couldn't ever bring up her behavior to parents or even the principal.
You decide that there's no way she could be here already, and swing open the door cautiously. Standing in front of you is your student, scantily clad in some defiled version of the school uniform. You drop your binders in shock and she pretends to act naive and coy. You're shell shocked.
"What's wrong, teach? I'm on time, aren't I?" she looks away with feigned aloofness and you're still trying to collect your thoughts. You catch yourself staring, looking her up and down, first the low cut top, into bare midriff and the shortest skirt you have ever seen, and garters holding up stockings that seem to go on for miles, leading into pearly white heels. No! Don't look, you idiot! You're reprimanding yourself for even catching a glimpse of the walking catastrophe in front of you.
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"Seriously, what makes you think this is okay?! This is exactly why we had to have this meeting in the first place!" Your palms are sweaty and tightly gripping your binders and teaching materials. You set them down in fear of basically drowning your roll sheets and grading charts in your nervous energy. What the hell would anyone think if they walked in on this?
"Oh, aww. Are you *upset*? I just love it when you tell me what a bad girl I am," she's giggling while mocking you.
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"This is just inappropriate! What the hell!" you manage to stammer out while you pick up all the fallen papers off the floor.
"Woah, teach, speaking of inappropriate, should you reeeally be using that kind of language around me?" she's smirking and you are some weird mixture of angry, dumbfounded, and a little arouse- No, wait not that one, you're thinking to yourself. Definitely cannot be feeling that way about your troublemaker student!
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There's a little bit more your dms <3 I'm sending out a picture set PPV to complete this set and my rebill subs got a little something extra~ ^_^ Thank you!
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I'm already giving you a whole lot more than I give anyone else >_< do you like what you see?
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I forgot to mention another thing about puppy gfs, it's that they're very very big teases. <3
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I think where this is going, we don't need this very much hmm?
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Just gotta get ready for you like this, is it working?
