She was just a girl who had not had the caring support she needed. The whole time, I felt a pair of eyes watching my every move. "You can honestly say you have not fantasized being between my legs, licking my young ripe pussy. Walker." Abruptly, she then turned and walked out of my class. Just as I was about to log out, she finally responded. Nylon_lover69: I just can't fathom someone in my Advanced class being a lesbian. Anyways, I will tell her to wear no shoes in your class tomorrow. Teen Mistress: Tomorrow I expect a shorter skirt and thigh high stockings. It was not really short, but if I bent a certain way, one could see the top of my thigh high stockings. Trying to picture her and Julie together was almost laughable.
I thought she was one I could rely on to get this class going, one I could maybe save from living her life as a waitress at Denny's. Her answer to my simple question what she wanted to do in this class: 'Have you between my legs begging to eat my pussy, my pet teacher.' I looked away and back to the paper. Each time I glanced at Julie, I got the same response; the same smile that told me she had plans for me. I sat back on my chair, my pussy juices leaking out a bit. As I waited for a response, hoping she was online but just invisible, I checked my e-mail. It had three pictures of older women on their knees pleasing younger girls. Teen Mistress: Sorry, my pet, was talking to another sub. Teen Mistress: Yes, a girl at our school, that regularly eats from my cunt, who you teach in your advanced placement English class. I quickly tried to think who in my advanced class it could be. They are all hard working, seemingly innocent, sweet girls. Actually to be completely honest, she ate my pussy today after school. Of course, she, like all my sub sluts, will be wearing thigh high stockings. Nylon_lover69: But I can't dress like a slut at school. But I should be able to notice the tops of your stockins if u are at a certain angle. My last class before lunch was my Advanced English class; I sat at my desk with trepidation as I looked obsessively down at the feet of my incoming students.
" I waited for a few minutes and then took in the responses from the 19 of 28 physically present, who had decided to honour me with their presence on a Friday afternoon. I had to find a way to control these desires, but I wasn't sure I could.
I rewarded their presence by showing a Simpsons episode. MONDAY After a routine weekend, Friday seemed a lifetime away, and I'd almost convinced myself that it had never happened.
I finished the last line and handed her back the paper.
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Was she a genius, no; was she as stupid as other teachers told me she was, no. I played a few You Tube clips of music lyrics, followed by a rather productive conversation about how today's music speaks for the current youth generation. I almost begged, "Please Julie, this has got to stop." She shrugged and replied, "OK, whatever you say, Mrs. Teen Mistress: By the way, her average is above 90%. WEDNESDAY I was still determined to reject Julie's advances today, but I did obey her clothing request as I wore black thigh highs and a red skirt. She was an outgoing girl and oftentimes dressed rather sexy. Rumours ran rampant about her, though she seemed to me too outspoken to be the submissive type. Much too quiet, much too nerdy, always in pigtails.
I had 30 students, most of whom were not what you would call English students, or indeed students at all.
They had a surplus of attitude and a serious hate on for school.
That said, my greatest sexual asset is my legs, which are a perfect 10.
I teach grade 12 English and started second semester with the class, if not from Hell, then from its suburbs.