Taylor's Future

"Is this making you hot, Miss Miller? Are you getting turned on by stripping for your teacher?" He chuckled loudly, ogling her nethers.

"Once you get up on the desk and spread those pretty legs for me, this will all soon be over."

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Mr Russell was nearly unable to contain his excitement as his student lifted herself up in the air, placed her bare ass down on the cold desk and parted her legs. To his amazement, the plan had worked flawlessly. He had to adjust it somewhat, but that was just because things were going better than he had anticipated. Now he just had to set the final wheels into motion, and hope that things continued going as smoothly.

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"Well done, you now have a C-! The last thing I want you to do, is give those hardened and eager nipples of yours a good squeeze, then I'll go and leave you to it." Her teacher smiled that same smile, and even though she doubted his honesty, she found both of her sensitive nipples soon had a pair of fingers squeezing down on them. Again it was as if her body was acting out of its own accord. Even more so when her chest expanded in a sharp breath and a barely audible gasp escaped her lips. She just hoped her teacher had not heard. It did not seem like he had.

"You have a C, you little slut! Alright then, I'll leave you to it." Her teacher spoke the insult as casually as if he was calling her by her name, making her look sulkily at the floor. She knew better than to provoke him.

To her amazement, Mr Russell pressed a few buttons on the computer on his desk, making it black out, before grabbing his briefcase. Not a single word was spoken as he walked towards the exit, unlocked the door and left. Taylor leaned back on the desk as she listened to his footsteps fade away. What had just happened? Was that it? Did she really get a C? The poor cheerleader did not understand anything, and she used think she was a smart girl. What confused her more than everything else, was how her body had reacted to it all. Deep down, she was almost disappointed that he had just left like that. She had imagined he might have her suck him off. Maybe he would push her head down and force his dick down her throat.

Taylor jumped when she suddenly found something brush against her slick sex, only to look down and see her own fingers. What was happening to her? Was she about to masturbate in her classroom, after being forced by her teacher to strip for him? A gasp escaped her lips as her right index and middle finger slid into her. She had never felt like this before. When they were going out, she did find Darren attractive, and he did turn her on, but never like this. Not like... Ugh... Her teacher had. Her chest started heaving, as her fingers started sliding in and out of her pussy. At this point she let go completely, letting her imagination run loose.

Everyone had just filed out of class, and Taylor was on her way out when she felt a hand grab her by the neck, and push her down against one of the desks, and she could feel her skirt being lifted up and her panties pushed to the side. She had actually shifted around, so that she was bending over the desk, and as the cock in her mind was roughly pushed into her wet and ready pussy, so were her fingers. They started thrusting in and out of her, going out until almost nothing was left inside her, before plunging back in. Taylor turned her head to the right, and in her mind she could see the mass of students heading to class through the blinds, and here she was, getting stuffed on her desk. The man was fucking her at such a pace that it was clear he was just concerned about getting off in her. At the high pace she was being fucked, it only took a few minutes before she felt her inner walls clench onto her fingers, letting out a single long, loud moan as she climaxed, and the imagined cock started shooting long ropes of cum inside her.

The exhausted cheerleader turned around again, laying down on her back on the desk. Darren had only ever managed to give her a few orgasms, and none of them had compared to that. But she had gotten off after all Mr Russell put her through, and harder than she ever had done, at that. That did not seem normal. It had not been Mr Russell in her daydream though, just an anonymous man fucking her for their own pleasure. It was not as if she would ever do that. It was just a fantasy, she reasoned with herself, everyone had those. It did seem to work. She could feel her juices running out of her and onto the desk, though, so she got up and wiped it up with her panties. Her clothes were scattered all around her, and she started hastily putting them on, before using her phone's camera to check her face. She looked very flushed, but everyone had probably gone home by now, and so she headed towards the door.