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Grima180
>> #202357
Posted on 2017-10-04 05:28:01
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I honestly felt sorry for Sakura, she was always so painfully shy, and I knew she didn’t have the best home life. She hid in the back of the classroom day after day, and I wanted to try and support her, but had always hesitated to do so. Unfortunately, rules were rules, and I couldn’t make any exceptions, the school had a strict no music policy during tests for a reason after all. The look of panic on her face when I confiscated her phone honestly shocked me. Sakura had just seemed so stricken, as though I had just snatched the most precious thing in the world away from her. I made a small line on her paper, marking where she was in the test. I noticed with a degree of surprise that she wasn’t all that far. I gave her a sad smile before whispering, “It’s alright, just do your best.” I walked back to the front of the room, placing the phone in one of my desk’s many drawers. I turned back to the class and watched as Sakura looked down sadly at her test, as though on the edge of tears. Sakura was really quite brilliant, not one I would have normally pegged as one to cheat on a test. Something must have happened recently that increased the pressure on her to the point of desperation. My heart went out to her, I could see parts of myself in her, and when the final bell rang and she joined the procession of students filing out the door, I held her up.
“I just want you to know, I’m not mad, all right? I’m not going to get you in trouble, but I’d like to meet with you tomorrow after school, okay? I’ll give you your phone back then.” She still looked heartbroken, but gave me a weak nod, “A-alright Ms. Rider.” I sighed, watching her as she walked through the doorway and out of sight.
Emotionally strained, I sat down at my desk, the pile of tests towering before me. With a sigh, I began the tedious process of grading. The tests went by slowly, mark after mark where somebody forgot some detail here or there, it was boring, but necessary. Then I reached Sakura’s test. ‘If she had been trying to cheat, she was doing an awful job of it.’ The answers above the mark I had made on her test were bizarre. Her work flowed in a way I couldn’t follow, almost disjointed as it wandered and weaved, making little progress as it did so. Eventually she would arrive at the right answer, but there were a lot of odd phrases that didn’t make much sense, things like: ”Relaxed”, “Happy” or most oddly “Good girl” dotted the paper intermittently. The strangest thing was that after the mark, after I had taken her phone away, every question was answered quickly and concisely, a perfect score.
I opened the drawer and pulled her phone out, looking at it. ‘What on earth was she listening to?’ I bit my lip. I didn’t want to invade my student’s privacy, but my curiosity won out in the end. I placed the headphones over my ears, and after a moment of futzing with the phone, a peculiar instrumental melody began to play. There was a steady beat that dominated the track, reminiscent of a beating heart. It was subtle, but there was a secondary part. It was almost whisper like, although if I listened intently, I thought I could almost hear faint voices, but I couldn’t make them out. ‘She must have been using this to try and relax. Shame it apparently didn’t work how she had hoped.’ I moved to take the headphones off, but stopped. The beat was pretty relaxing, I could feel the tightness in my back loosen some as the music gently rolled over me, so I decided to leave it running for a while and returned to my grading. The process suddenly felt so much easier, as if all my worries had drifted away, and I fell into a steady rhythm as I worked.
I began to daydream, mind idly drifting from here to there without any kind of conscious purpose. It felt similar to the sort of floating, trance like state that I could occasionally achieve when I went jogging, just letting my mind wander as I ran. Some part of me was still diligently working away, dutifully grading each and every test with care and precision, but that part felt so distant, and before I knew it, I was shaken from my reverie as my hand grasped at the air for another test only to find none remaining. ‘Huh, done already, that wasn’t too bad.’ I sat up in my seat, slipping the headphones off my head as I did. I arched my back, chest straining against the tight blouse I was wearing as I did so, and let out a grunt of relief at the resulting pop in my back. I glanced up at the clock to see that only a handful of hours had passed. It was getting late enough that the rest of the staff had almost certainly head home by now, but I had gotten through a huge stack of papers in only one sitting. I flicked through the pile of tests, checking my work for any obvious mistakes. Failing to find any, I shrugged glancing down at the phone still on my desk, ‘Grading is normally never this painless, maybe there’s some merit this stuff after all.’ I pressed a hand to my face as I thought about Sakura’s situation once more. ‘It really is a shame, Sakura is normally such a good girl. She just needs to relax and be happy.’
I suddenly grew aware of a pervasive warmth in my body, my clothes felt sticky and stifling, as though I had just run a couple of miles in the hot sun. I went to get up and open a window, but when I tried to stand it was like all the blood had run out of my legs, and they suddenly gave out beneath me. I tried to catch myself, but only managed to knock one of the piles of graded papers to the ground as I fell. I lay on the floor, dazed and confused. My brain felt heavy, each of my thoughts becoming a laborious mental effort as the sense of warmth continued to grow. My eyes were abruptly locked onto one of the tests strewn alongside me, and it suddenly clicked as the phrases written on Sakura’s test filled my floundering consciousness, ‘Good girl…good giiirl’. The previously ambiguous heat in my body had transformed into a raging fire, tinged with a definite sense of lust and directionless want, scorching my mind with its intensity. My hands began to move on their own as my breathing grew shallow and rapid. My fingers reached my underwear, and the part of me still desperately hanging on against the waves of lustful heat was shocked to find them already soaked through with my own juices. I tried to speak, to understand what was happening, but all I managed was wanton exclamations of pleasure. “H-how, w-wha gaah!” In a surge of pleasure that made my back arch against the cool floor beneath me, I tore open my blouse and ripped off my modest bra in a mad effort to reach my achingly hard nipples, flinging it away in my frenzy. Tweaking a stiff nipple, I let out a throaty moan as another wave of pleasure rushed through me. I squirmed and jerked on the ground as my hands groped and mauled my breasts with a reckless will of their own and I couldn’t help but feel like a mere passenger in my own body as I was endlessly rocked by wave after wave of overwhelming ecstasy. “Mmm-ngh!” In a stupor, my flailing legs had rid themselves of shoes, and I pulled down my skirt and panties in one deft motion. Without any hesitation my fingers buried themselves deep inside my soaking sex with a lewd squelching sound that served to punctuate the veil of lust that suffused both my body and mind. “G-God!” My hips thrust against my fingers desperately, breasts bouncing with the motion. A phrase, somehow both foreign and familiar, entered and grew in my awareness, ‘I’m a good girl for my master. I’m a good girl for my master!’ As I thought it, as it ingrained itself upon me, my body suddenly seized up, and with a long scream of delight and release I felt myself cum, and cum, and cum. It seemed endless as my body was continuously racked with the pleasurable release it so desperately craved.
Eventually I slid to the floor, utterly spent. One of my hands still mindlessly slid weakly in and out of my sopping cunt as I attempted to recollect my thoroughly scattered mental state. ‘What was that? I never felt that horny in my entire life. It was…it was…I don’t know what it was.’ With a supreme amount of mental and physical effort, I managed to take control of myself enough to claw my way back to my feet. I held my hands to my face as I shook my head back and forth. ‘I just jilled myself in my classroom. I just fucked myself in my own damned classroom! What the hell just happened!?’ With a presence of mind that surprised even me, I quickly set about cleaning up the room, attempting to remove any traces of what I had just done. After doing as best I could, I promptly gathered my things and took a long drive, just trying to process everything.


Star_Lord
>> #202400
Posted on 2017-10-04 08:46:31
Score: 0 (vote Up)
Grima180 said:

I honestly felt sorry for Sakura, she was always so painfully shy, and I knew she didn’t have the best home life. She hid in the back of the classroom day after day, and I wanted to try and support her, but had always hesitated to do so. Unfortunately, rules were rules, and I couldn’t make any exceptions, the school had a strict no music policy during tests for a reason after all. The look of panic on her face when I confiscated her phone honestly shocked me. Sakura had just seemed so stricken, as though I had just snatched the most precious thing in the world away from her. I made a small line on her paper, marking where she was in the test. I noticed with a degree of surprise that she wasn’t all that far. I gave her a sad smile before whispering, “It’s alright, just do your best.” I walked back to the front of the room, placing the phone in one of my desk’s many drawers. I turned back to the class and watched as Sakura looked down sadly at her test, as though on the edge of tears. Sakura was really quite brilliant, not one I would have normally pegged as one to cheat on a test. Something must have happened recently that increased the pressure on her to the point of desperation. My heart went out to her, I could see parts of myself in her, and when the final bell rang and she joined the procession of students filing out the door, I held her up.
“I just want you to know, I’m not mad, all right? I’m not going to get you in trouble, but I’d like to meet with you tomorrow after school, okay? I’ll give you your phone back then.” She still looked heartbroken, but gave me a weak nod, “A-alright Ms. Rider.” I sighed, watching her as she walked through the doorway and out of sight.
Emotionally strained, I sat down at my desk, the pile of tests towering before me. With a sigh, I began the tedious process of grading. The tests went by slowly, mark after mark where somebody forgot some detail here or there, it was boring, but necessary. Then I reached Sakura’s test. ‘If she had been trying to cheat, she was doing an awful job of it.’ The answers above the mark I had made on her test were bizarre. Her work flowed in a way I couldn’t follow, almost disjointed as it wandered and weaved, making little progress as it did so. Eventually she would arrive at the right answer, but there were a lot of odd phrases that didn’t make much sense, things like: ”Relaxed”, “Happy” or most oddly “Good girl” dotted the paper intermittently. The strangest thing was that after the mark, after I had taken her phone away, every question was answered quickly and concisely, a perfect score.
I opened the drawer and pulled her phone out, looking at it. ‘What on earth was she listening to?’ I bit my lip. I didn’t want to invade my student’s privacy, but my curiosity won out in the end. I placed the headphones over my ears, and after a moment of futzing with the phone, a peculiar instrumental melody began to play. There was a steady beat that dominated the track, reminiscent of a beating heart. It was subtle, but there was a secondary part. It was almost whisper like, although if I listened intently, I thought I could almost hear faint voices, but I couldn’t make them out. ‘She must have been using this to try and relax. Shame it apparently didn’t work how she had hoped.’ I moved to take the headphones off, but stopped. The beat was pretty relaxing, I could feel the tightness in my back loosen some as the music gently rolled over me, so I decided to leave it running for a while and returned to my grading. The process suddenly felt so much easier, as if all my worries had drifted away, and I fell into a steady rhythm as I worked.
I began to daydream, mind idly drifting from here to there without any kind of conscious purpose. It felt similar to the sort of floating, trance like state that I could occasionally achieve when I went jogging, just letting my mind wander as I ran. Some part of me was still diligently working away, dutifully grading each and every test with care and precision, but that part felt so distant, and before I knew it, I was shaken from my reverie as my hand grasped at the air for another test only to find none remaining. ‘Huh, done already, that wasn’t too bad.’ I sat up in my seat, slipping the headphones off my head as I did. I arched my back, chest straining against the tight blouse I was wearing as I did so, and let out a grunt of relief at the resulting pop in my back. I glanced up at the clock to see that only a handful of hours had passed. It was getting late enough that the rest of the staff had almost certainly head home by now, but I had gotten through a huge stack of papers in only one sitting. I flicked through the pile of tests, checking my work for any obvious mistakes. Failing to find any, I shrugged glancing down at the phone still on my desk, ‘Grading is normally never this painless, maybe there’s some merit this stuff after all.’ I pressed a hand to my face as I thought about Sakura’s situation once more. ‘It really is a shame, Sakura is normally such a good girl. She just needs to relax and be happy.’
I suddenly grew aware of a pervasive warmth in my body, my clothes felt sticky and stifling, as though I had just run a couple of miles in the hot sun. I went to get up and open a window, but when I tried to stand it was like all the blood had run out of my legs, and they suddenly gave out beneath me. I tried to catch myself, but only managed to knock one of the piles of graded papers to the ground as I fell. I lay on the floor, dazed and confused. My brain felt heavy, each of my thoughts becoming a laborious mental effort as the sense of warmth continued to grow. My eyes were abruptly locked onto one of the tests strewn alongside me, and it suddenly clicked as the phrases written on Sakura’s test filled my floundering consciousness, ‘Good girl…good giiirl’. The previously ambiguous heat in my body had transformed into a raging fire, tinged with a definite sense of lust and directionless want, scorching my mind with its intensity. My hands began to move on their own as my breathing grew shallow and rapid. My fingers reached my underwear, and the part of me still desperately hanging on against the waves of lustful heat was shocked to find them already soaked through with my own juices. I tried to speak, to understand what was happening, but all I managed was wanton exclamations of pleasure. “H-how, w-wha gaah!” In a surge of pleasure that made my back arch against the cool floor beneath me, I tore open my blouse and ripped off my modest bra in a mad effort to reach my achingly hard nipples, flinging it away in my frenzy. Tweaking a stiff nipple, I let out a throaty moan as another wave of pleasure rushed through me. I squirmed and jerked on the ground as my hands groped and mauled my breasts with a reckless will of their own and I couldn’t help but feel like a mere passenger in my own body as I was endlessly rocked by wave after wave of overwhelming ecstasy. “Mmm-ngh!” In a stupor, my flailing legs had rid themselves of shoes, and I pulled down my skirt and panties in one deft motion. Without any hesitation my fingers buried themselves deep inside my soaking sex with a lewd squelching sound that served to punctuate the veil of lust that suffused both my body and mind. “G-God!” My hips thrust against my fingers desperately, breasts bouncing with the motion. A phrase, somehow both foreign and familiar, entered and grew in my awareness, ‘I’m a good girl for my master. I’m a good girl for my master!’ As I thought it, as it ingrained itself upon me, my body suddenly seized up, and with a long scream of delight and release I felt myself cum, and cum, and cum. It seemed endless as my body was continuously racked with the pleasurable release it so desperately craved.
Eventually I slid to the floor, utterly spent. One of my hands still mindlessly slid weakly in and out of my sopping cunt as I attempted to recollect my thoroughly scattered mental state. ‘What was that? I never felt that horny in my entire life. It was…it was…I don’t know what it was.’ With a supreme amount of mental and physical effort, I managed to take control of myself enough to claw my way back to my feet. I held my hands to my face as I shook my head back and forth. ‘I just jilled myself in my classroom. I just fucked myself in my own damned classroom! What the hell just happened!?’ With a presence of mind that surprised even me, I quickly set about cleaning up the room, attempting to remove any traces of what I had just done. After doing as best I could, I promptly gathered my things and took a long drive, just trying to process everything.




1: wow. That's detailed. And long.
2. Good job where's the sequel

BurningPenguin6
>> #202452
Posted on 2017-10-04 17:52:04
Score: 0 (vote Up)
God damn that was hot.

Snow
>> #202764
Posted on 2017-10-06 07:03:49
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Hot damn yes... so good

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