The Teacher’s Naughty Pet

Try as I might, I could not possibly concentrate on the book in front of me. I’d woken up this morning wet beyond belief, and that feeling had followed me throughout the day. Now, here I was—the school day was done, and I was completely unprepared for tomorrow’s test in Mr. Harris’ class. I hasn’t been able to follow a word he said all of last period. The man was too sexy to be a teacher.

Most girls in my class fantasized about the footballers and athletes in our school, but they were boys. I liked a more mature look. Too bad for my grades, Mr. Harris fit my fantasy to a T. He was a tall man with dark stubble, fit but not overly so, leaning more towards a dad-bod. Fuck me but I just wanted to suck his bottom lip in my mouth whenever he spoke.

I sighed, looking down at my book again. Fuck this bullshit.

Maybe Harris was still here? I looked at my phone. It was nearing four now, but I really needed help if I wanted to graduate this year. I shoved my stuff in my bag and made a beeline from the library to his classroom. Surely I could catch him, he usually stayed after.

I hopped through the school, tugging my skirt down as I went. The shortness of it went beyond uniform regulations, and I didn’t want to get told off by one of the female staff, not that there seemed to be any around. I really only wore it for my male teachers. I loved that tingle I got in my nipples when their eyes looked up my long legs. Sometimes, I even wore my blouse a couple buttons open “on accident”. I was easily a double-D and could show it off great. Maybe that made me a little tease, but I didn’t mind. It’s not like I’d ever actually had sex. I just liked touching myself, feeling naughty.

I made it to Mr. Harris’s room. Just my luck, the lights are dimmed and his desk sat empty. I huffed dramatically and sauntered over anyways, trailing my fingers along his chair. In one of my naughtier fantasies, I straddled him in this very chair. I closed my eyes, imagining my pussy sliding up and down his cock, while he gripped the armrests with his large, rough hands.

“Hmmm..” I moaned, letting my right hand trail to by breasts. I undid another button, letting them spill out a little.

I felt so pent up today. I hadn’t even been able to touch myself this morning because I woke up too late. But there was no one here right now… My breathing quickened. This was my chance to play out one of my fantasies.

I quickly lowered myself into my teacher’s chair, fingers still teasing my nipples. My tights slid off way too easily, and before I knew it I had my left hand under my skirt and in my panties.

“Oh, God.” I breathed.

I looped my fingers around my clit, stroking furiously. I could almost picture it as Mr. Harris’s mouth, sucking and teasing. My panties quickly became drenched, and I arched my hips harder into my hand. I wanted something, something just behind my reach.

“Well, Miss Lyla, I must say I didn’t expect this today”.