PERVERTED TEACHER

Killing Professor Kyle after everything he said wouldn't be such an absurd move, let's say he's asking for it.

Anyone who sees him teaching might even think that he is a serious and exemplary educator.

- What a fine example, a teacher who lives harassing his students, I thought.

I wanted to go to the bathroom, I was feeling my panties a little sticky, it got like that, after that bastard said those naughty things to me.

I hate the fact that my body reacts to these things he says.

It really seems like he wants me to be fascinated by him, and I refuse to fall for his dirty talk.

Kyle: I need you to answer this questionnaire now, his voice brought me back to reality.

- Fuck, I didn't pay attention to anything he said. I thought.

I looked at him, and was startled to see him looking at me.

He got up while the students were busy answering the quiz and walked over to where I was again.

- Damn, I have to stop sitting in front. I thought.

Kyle: I'm sure you didn't pay attention to anything I said.

-I was silent, after all he was right.

Kyle: What's up Miss Celine? you were so talkative, did the cat get your tongue?

I'm not one to let my guard down for a scrotum, much less for this professor.

Does he want to play? I will teach you how to play.

I looked around me, to see if anyone was analyzing us, when I saw that no one was looking at us, I faced him and put a smile on my face.

- My tongue is still intact dear teacher, there are things I can only do with it.

I motioned him down low enough for me to say something in his ear.

He did as I did, looked around the room and then ducked, and I continued...

- My language has many uses, professor, unlike yours, which is only used to talk shit.

He looked at me seriously, not believing what I had just said.

He returned to scanning the room, and then brought his face a little closer to mine.

Kyle: My tongue has other uses that you don't know yet, but you'll soon be begging to meet Miss Celine.

- What a son of a bitch. How could he get me wet like that? I met this asshole yesterday. I thought.

Kyle: There are Miss Celine wars, which people already enter to lose. He gave the same crooked smile as the other times and left, returning to his table.

If before I had doubts that he was wanting to convert me to his clan, now I was sure.

But he doesn't know me, I went through several tests of fire so I wouldn't lose my virginity to anyone, he wouldn't be able to take anything from me, besides a few barbs that I'll make a point of releasing on him.

When his class was finally over, a very pretty but also very flamboyant woman approached his desk and cleared her throat.

He had his head down, reading a book, but then he looked up to look at her.

From the distance I was, I couldn't hear much.

Not that I was interested in the content of the conversation, but it seemed like they were very intimate with each other.

I got up to leave when he called me.

- What the hell, this guy can only be making fun of me.

I walked to his table, where the woman looked me up and down.

I tried to ignore that futile look of hers.

- What do you want Kyle.

"Wow, what a rude way to talk to the teacher." The woman said looking at me.

- Oh, you want me to talk to him like you do? I can try, just a minute.

I lowered the neckline of my clothes a little, leaving my breasts very flashy, then I went around the table, and put my breasts very close to his face, and then I used the sexiest voice I could.

- Hi beautiful teacher, what can I do for you, besides licking the ground you step on? can i give you a hug? wow, you smell so good.

I involuntarily looked between his legs, and he was...

- No, it's not possible, he was excited.

How depraved. I thought.

He put the book on his legs, to cover the bulge of his pants.

I looked at the woman standing in front of us, who was looking at me with spite.

- What's up girl? wasn't I good enough? I asked.

"Girl you you brat, you look like you ain't even out of high school yet, I'm a woman."

- Oh, thank you very much, that's a compliment for me. Now if you don't want to talk to me about anything important, teacher, I'm going to go, I need to eat before the next class.

I turned my back on the two, but before he stopped me.

- Wait, Ms. Celine.

Monique, excuse us, I need to speak with Miss Celine alone.

The woman didn't seem to like it very much that he told her to leave.

When she left, I realized it was just me and him in the classroom.

- I don't see you picking on any other student besides me, that's persecution.

He got up from his chair, walked around the table and walked over to me, he was still straight.

He noticed that I looked at his pants.

Kyle: Are you looking for something Ms. Celine?

- Yes, I'm looking for your shame in the face.

Kyle: I guarantee it's not my pants you'll find it.

He got a little closer to me, making my skin crawl.

- Tell me what you want Kyle.

He grabbed my waist and propped me up on his desk.

- What do you think you're doing you pervert?

He glued his body to mine, making me lord all of his erection and I couldn't have any reaction, I just stood there, feeling my panties soaking wet.

His eyes skimmed over my breasts, and he ran one of his hands over my thighs.

Kyle: Ms. Celine, I feel like your skin is crawling, and I'm sure your panties are super wet.

He raised his hand a little while I tried at all costs to control my breathing.

I pushed him in an attempt to escape, but he caught up with me again and pushed me to the living room board.

Kyle: Weren't you the one who told me you had a habit of wiping out problems Ms. Celine? Get rid of this problem now.

He used his hand again and went up the inner part of my thigh, getting very close to my vagina.

- That's harassment Kyle, you're going to get in trouble.

Kyle: Are you going to rat me out? so I better take the opportunity to do whatever I feel like with you, since I'm going to get in trouble anyway.

- Despair began to take care of me, I was a virgin, and I never played this role of allowing myself to be touched so intimately by someone, although I felt my vagina cry for that touch.

- Damn Kyle, let me out of here, I said angrily.

Kyle: What's up Ms. Celine, are you losing control?

He kept moving his hand up and down my skin, trying to build up my anticipation.

When he decided to go up a little more, almost touching my panties, the bell rang, warning about the next class.

I was instantly relieved.

Kyle: Saved by the bell.

He released me, grabbed his things from the table, placed his bag in front of him covering his erection and left, leaving me standing, fully aroused, at the front of the room, not able to think straight.

The students were entering the room, and they didn't understand anything when they saw me that way. Only afterwards did I feel the strength in my legs to take a few steps towards my chair.

I sat down catching all the air in my lungs, in an attempt to calm myself down, because I was furious, in fact fury was still not enough to define what I was feeling.

- How stupid you are Celine.

You couldn't let your excitement show, now he must be thinking he can take you to bed like any other. Oh how hateful. I thought, but actually I really wanted to scream.

However, I had to suppress all my embarrassment and focus on the class before I got out of hand.

- Perverted son of a bitch. I snorted, knowing his perversion made me insanely wet.