She normally didn’t accept gifts from students, being a young female teacher got her a lot of unwanted attention from the teenage boys, who wanted to impress her, so she had made a rule not to accept anything from them. But when Paul had given her the book, she made an exception.
Paul was a shy kid, always kept to himself. But not a nerd or anything of the sort, he wasn’t exactly getting good grades nor did he seem particularly bookish. In fact he rarely did his homework, as far as she could tell. Maybe this was why she had accepted the book, when he gave it to her and recommended she read it. She wanted to encourage him, when he finally showed some initiative.
When he asked her the next day if she had read in the book, she admitted that she hadn’t had a chance to yet.
“Oh…” he said and meekly walked to his seat.
She felt bad, that she had made him sad. She vowed to herself that she would at least read the first chapter when she got home. It was part of her job as a teacher to inspire and help her pupils, after all.
When she finally opened the book at home, she was getting ready for bed. That was her favorite time to read, it was a nice way to unwind after a hard day’s work. She read the first few pages, but the story wasn’t very interesting, so she sort of zoned out. When she came to again, she was all done with the first chapter. And so exhausted she couldn’t even remember what had happened in the chapter, so she decided to just go to sleep.
When she woke up the next morning, she felt extremely refreshed. She had had the best night’s sleep of her life. She looked outside her window and saw that the sun was shining bright, which just made her feel extra happy. She decided she’d forego her usual teaching attire and wear something more comfortable and less formal. She left her blazer at home and, instead of her usual work pants, decided on a skirt, that went down below her knees. She was still a teacher and had to look presentable.
When she got to the school, she noticed a few boys looking at her, as she walked to her classroom. She didn’t care. The weather was nice and she was in a great mood, nothing could ruin her day.
“You look good today, Miss Meretrix. Did you have a chance to read the book?”
“Thank you, Paul. I did in fact read the first chapter, but then I fell asleep. It wasn’t bad.”
“I’m glad you liked it, Miss. It gets better when you read more. You should try to make time for that tonight. And maybe wear a shorter skirt tomorrow.”
Before she could argue, Paul had gone to his seat at the back of the class. It was quite inappropriate for him to comment on what she should wear. Though he might have had a point, she was quite warm in her long skirt. She might be more comfortable in a shorter skirt.
That night, she picked up the book again. Even though she couldn’t recall what she had read the night before, she still wanted to read more. There was just something about the book that made her want to read further. As she read, she spaced out again. When she came to again, she was surprised to find her hand between her legs, touching herself. She quickly pulled her hand away, she never did that. Though she had to admit it had felt quite good. It had been a while since she had been with a man. As she laid there, thinking about what she had done, her hand slowly drifted back down to her sex. It had felt good. And it wasn’t like she was doing anything wrong. She was just doing this for herself. She decided that she deserved this, to rub her pussy, to get herself off. When she did so, she immediately went to sleep.
She woke to find her one hand at her slit and the other groping her breasts. As she woke up further, she grabbed the book by her side and read while continuing to rub her wet pussy. She didn’t so much read what was on the pages, as simply absorb it. Somehow it seemed to intensify the feeling in her pussy. When she came, her mind went totally blank. She felt such complete bliss, her head just emptied. She laid like that for several minutes, before managing to gather her thoughts. When she did, she saw she was running late. She quickly threw on some clothes, a white short sleeved shirt and a short black skirt. Before she ran out the door, she grabbed the book. For some reason, it felt vital to have the book with her.
She had to sneak out to the bathroom to masturbate a few times during the day. She just had to touch herself. Her constantly wet slit, her firm round butt and her increasingly sensitive boobs. She groped herself, while she flipped through the book. She had gotten so caught up in it, she was running late for her final class.
When she finally did get to the classroom, it was empty. She was so late, all of the students had left. Except Paul. He was sitting in his seat at the back of the class, but got up when he saw her enter.
“Hello Miss Meretrix. The other students already left, since you were so late. But I stayed behind to see you. I’m glad to see you wore something more… comfortable today.”
She looked down herself, for the first time noticing how she looked Her white shirt was half open and her skirt barely covered her panties. Wait, was she even wearing panties? She couldn’t recall if she’d remembered to put them on, after one of her many trips to the bathroom stall. She was a mess. But a hot mess, she thought. Her tits practically hanging out, her bare butt almost showing. She quickly straightened her outfit. She accidently glanced at Paul’s crotch and could see he certainly approved of the way she looked. The fact that she was turning on one of her students got her very hot. She needed to touch herself again
“Thank you, Paul. Since everyone left, I think you can leave as well. Thanks for staying behind though. No homework for you, honey.”
“Oh, that’s okay, Miss Moretrix. If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay here with my favorite teacher. Maybe we can read together? Did you bring the book I gave you?”
“I did, Paul. I’m actually just about to finish it. Once I start reading, I just can’t put it down. It’s so good.”
“I knew you’d like it, Miss. It seemed so perfect for you. You should finish it right now, while I catch up on some homework.”
This wasn’t really what she wanted. How could she rub her dripping pussy with Paul right here? She just wanted to strip naked and touch her hot body. But maybe reading what distract her. The book did seem to have a calming effect on her. Paul was right, it was perfect for her.
They each went to their desks and started reading. She put the book on the table in front of her and opened to where her bookmark was. She quickly lost herself in the book once more. She tried to remain aware of the present, so she wouldn’t suddenly start touching herself in front of her pupil. Though the more she thought about it, the hotter she became. The thought of rubbing her wet, hot pussy right in front of him turned her on. Soon it was all that filled her head. She tried to fight it, but her hand found its way to her slit on its own accord. She hoped he didn’t notice, but it was doubtful. Especially when she started silently panting as she neared her orgasm.
Suddenly she snapped to, as Paul caughed. He was standing by her desk. He had just said something, but she couldn’t remember it at all.She spoke, as she tried to remove her fingers from her dripping hole without him noticing.
“I’m sorry, what was that, Paul?”
“I said, are you done with the book, Miss Moretricks?”
She looked down and saw she had gotten to the end of the last page. She couldn’t remember what had happened, but she guess she was done. At least he didn’t seem to have noticed her touching herself.
“Yes, I guess so. Though I can’t really remember anything from it…”
“That’s okay, that’s a common reaction when reading it. If you want, I can help you understand it?”
“Oh, that would be lovely! Thank you, Paul”
“Okay, Miss. Maybe if you started at the beginning again, I’ll guide you through it.”
She flipped the book back to the first page and started anew. She was glad Paul was there, to help her understand.
“Ahh, I see your first mistake, Miss. You have to be completely comfortable to really appreciate the book. You should open your shirt some more. It’s very hot in here, isn’t it?”
“Yes, yes it is.” She said, while unbuttoning the top few buttons of her shirt, before returning to the book. He was right, it was very hot. She could feel the warmth throughout her whole body.
She managed a few pages, before Paul spoke again.
“I’m sorry, Miss Moretits. It’s just… you’re not reading the book at the right angle. The typesetting can be hard to focus on, if you’re not positioned right. You should get up on the table, I know it sounds weird, but you want to understand, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do. Thank you, Paulie.” She crawled up on the table. She had to get on her knees to see the book properly, but he was right. Everything was becoming more clear to her now. She read on, hoping to fully understand.
“Miss, I don’t think you’re getting the book at all. You have to rub your tight little pussy while reading, otherwise you won’t be able to concentrate. You can’t focus on the book with all those dirty thoughts rattling around in your head, isn’t that right?”
“You’re right, Paulie. I’m way too horny to focus. Is it okay, if I touch myself in front of you?”
“Of course, it’s okay. How can a silly little slut like you focus, when your pussy is unattended. But call me Master, like the book told you. Don’t you remember?”
It was coming back to her now. How the book had told her to act. How to dress. How to talk. How to think, really. How could she have forgotten? She was such a silly slut, just like Pau… Master said.
“I do. Thank you for reminding me, Master.”
“Good slut. Now keep reading.”
She leaned forward to read more, though the words were all blurry. She knew it was important she kept going, though. While she read, she started playing with her tits. It suddenly became very important to her that her tits were visible, so she ripped her shirt open to expose them to the near empty classroom. She pinched her nipples while she read on.
“You’re doing good, whore. You’re showing some nice initiative. But I still think you need some help to fully get the message, slut.”
Without another word, he stepped up to the desk and pulled out his hard cock and thrust it in her face. She immediately opened her lips and took him into her mouth. She started running her tongue around his dickhead, teasing the underside with her tongue.
“Good girl. You’re a natural cocksucker. Now read, while I use your mouth.”
With that, he grabbed her hair and started using her head to fuck his cock. While her head rabidly moved back and forth over Paul’s dick, her eyes moved back to the book, while her hand moved down between her legs. It was even harder to make out the text now, but she could feel herself absorbing it anyway. She quickly flipped through the pages, while doing her utmost to be the good cocksucker Paul had said she was. She didn’t want to disappoint him. A good teacher always helps her students, after all. And he needed her help to cum.
“I’m going to cum down your whore throat and you’re going to swallow every drop, got that, slut?”
She just nodded in response, as Paul used her face to get himself off. As soon as he started cumming down her throat, she came all over her hand. She screamed as she came. This caused Paul’s dick to slip out of her mouth and shot several strands of sperm on her naked tits. She quickly caught the cock with her mouth again and finished him off, using her hands to milk his cock into her eager mouth. When he was spent, she scooped up the cum from her tits and sucked it from her fingers.
“You did good, slut. Next time I might even fuck your cunt, MIss Whore.”
She couldn’t wait. She just hoped she could keep the book, it seemed like it was written just for her.
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Her ass was being stretched by Paul’s hard cock. He had been fucking her for a few weeks at this point, using her every hole. She had turned into his private teacher whore and she was loving it.
“Listen, slut. I have a new book. But it’s not for you. I want you to give it to Jennifer in class tomorrow. It’ll turn her into a slutty whore, just like you. Another bimbo toy for me to use.”
She couldn’t wait to give Jennifer the book. Her own had worked wonders for her, helped her see herself as she truly was. She wanted Jennifer to do the same, to see her true self. It was her job as a teacher to inspire and help her pupils, after all.
Ok so MAYBE it’s possible that once upon a time sibs wrote something of quality substance yadda yaddda yadda don’t compliment him about it or it’ll go to his head.
