Another day, another story involving some softie learning how to toughen up. Hope ya like it. As always, subscribestar.adult/eccho for more content from me. They await your warm reading embrace.
It makes no sense. It just seems anyone can get a teacher’s degree nowadays. What kind of person is so unprofessional that they quit right at the end of the school year? Especially a senior class? It’s such a shame. Teachers really just don’t give a damn anymore. Now we have this pushover who can’t even have any type of conviction in her voice in fear of getting snapped at. I mean, she’s cute and all, but that’s not getting her anywhere. This is so stupid. But whatever. Just one more week of this garbage and she can be a problem for these juniors next year.
Speak of the devil, here she is. Ten minutes late. Oh, that’s not gonna be well received.
“Hello, class,” she starts in her soft voice, “Sorry I’m late, I w-”
“Where’s your late pass?” a student interrupts. She hesitates before saying,
“I’m sorry, but as a teacher, I’m not requi-”
“Don’t give us that shit,” another student intervenes, “How could someone be so irresponsible?”
Now, this is always hard to watch. I mean, sure, she’s a little pussy, but it’s not fair to disrespect her like this. She takes a breath before saying,
“Young man, that kind of language has no place at this school.”
“Shut up, bitch!” he blurts back, “First amendment. I can say whatever the fuck I want to whomstever the fuck I please.”
Oh, great. Now she looks like she’s about to cry. Come on, lady. At least call an administrator or tell his parents or call him stupid. Something. Anything. You’ve gotta know that students are only dicks to teachers until they fire back. She chokes back her tears before saying,
“Can I please...just take attendance? That’s all I need. Please?”
Silence. Well, this can only end well. She logs in on her computer and starts to read off the names,
“Thomas Aaron?” she calls to no response, “Is there a Thomas Aaron?...Is he not here?”
“Woah, woah, woah,” someone says, “Did you just assume their gender? That’s very immature of you. Especially in these times. How’d you even become a teacher?”
Didn’t see that coming.
“Guys, please,” she pleads with tears in her eyes,
“Wow, again?” someone else chimes in, “Really? So insensitive. You know, people have literally died from being misgendered. You’re basically spitting on their graves right now. Unbelievable.”
“Come on, please work with me,” she begs again with a sniff,
“This is just sad,” another student says, “You’re supposed to be a teacher? Honestly, couldn’t they have gotten someone at least a little less pathetic?”
Yup. That did it. She stands up and heads to the door, leaving everyone to laugh at her. Such assholes. She’s just working for her annual nickel. She doesn’t deserve this. And I guess she doesn’t deserve to be fired. Even at the last bits of school, the higher ups won’t wanna hear it if the attendance isn’t taken.
I stand up to go after her. I enter the hall, but she’s nowhere to be found. Where is she? Bathrooms? No. It’s all the way down the hall. She’s not that fast. I start walking down the hall, peeking in every room. Eventually, I start hearing faint sobbing. I follow the sound, finding her sitting at a desk in a dark empty classroom. Ominous. I shut the door, grabbing her attention. She turns back and says,
“Please, just leave me alone. No more. I can’t take it.”
Well she wasn’t hard to crack. Is this what every teacher goes through when they’re first starting out?
I walk up to her, sitting in the seat next to her, patting her back. She turns towards me, completely taken aback.
“Wasn’t what you thought it’d be, huh?” I question.
She shakes her head. Aw, poor thing. She didn’t anticipate the bastards.
“Well, running from them isn’t really a good way to fix that, now is it?” I continue,
“I guess not,” she responds, “It’s just overwhelming when they get like that.”
“Which is why you gotta bring the hammer down. Being nice can only get you so far. Especially with these son of a bitches.”
She gives a light giggle at my statement. Good. Progress.
“I know,” she responds, “That’s always been something I wasn’t too good at.”
“Well, I hate to break it to you, but you might have gone into the wrong profession.”
She sighs before saying,
“You’re right. Just like everyone else. Who am I kidding? This isn’t me. Maybe I should just quit and give up this shtick.”
Ok, no.
“And throw away thousands of dollars and years of getting here? I don’t think so.”
“But what do I do? I’m not cut out to be a teacher.”
Well, she’s got a point there. But I’ll be damned if she just tosses it aside like nothing over one day. Hmm. Think...Ok, this may be completely crazy, but it’s to help her. And admittedly myself, but mostly her. I guess.
“Alright, I have an idea,” I start, “And I don’t wanna hear any complaining, got it?”
“Yes, sir,” she responds,
“And it stays within this room. No one hears or knows about this. Understand?”
“Yes,” she answers, confused,
“Good.”
I stand behind her chair before leaning down and bringing my hands to her chest, causing her to gasp.
“Wait, what a-” she starts before I interrupt her,
“Ah ah ah,” I say, “What did I say? Do you want my help or what?”
She nods her head.
“Then shut up and enjoy this.”
I then start massaging her chest, grabbing and kneading them as she lets out light gasps. I then bring my lips to her ear, whispering,
“Tell me what you want.”
She then turns to me and says,
“More. Please play with me more.”
Ok, we’re getting somewhere. But she can do better.
“Be specific,” I demand,
She hesitates before saying in her soft voice,
“Massage...my...breasts.”
Alright. Good enough. For now. I lift her shirt over her head before unclasping her bra, letting it fall to the floor. I then grab onto her b cup breasts, squeezing and pulling on them, earning light moans. I then start pinching her nipples, causing slightly louder moans as she tilts her head back. I latch onto her neck, kissing and sucking on it.
I can’t believe this. I’m living every boy’s dream. I’m really going to fuck a teacher. And she’s inexperienced. If only my friends weren’t such blabber mouths. They’d be so jealous.
After a few more minutes of playing with her rack, I snake my right hand down her body, reaching below her skirt and on her inner thigh. She looks at me in anticipation, but I can’t hear looks.
“Tell me what you want,” I say, sliding my hand along her thigh,
She blushes before saying in her soft voice,
“Please...play with my...center.”
As cute as that was, it’s not good enough. I slide my hand down her leg and say,
“You’re gonna have to be more direct than that.”
She hesitates, blushing even more, before saying,
“I want your...fingers...inside of it.”
Come on. Say it. I slide my hand up her leg saying,
“More direct.”
She takes a breath before saying in a slightly more assertive tone,
“Put your fingers...inside of...my pussy.”
“There we go. See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
I slither my hand under her skirt, rubbing my finger on her covered soaked pussy. She lightly moans as I circle it, pulling the cloth more and more out of the way with each rotation. Soon, I manage to maneuver her panties to the side, giving me access to her pussy. I take my middle finger and slide it inside of her, causing her to arch her back and let out a moan. She immediately covers her mouth, realizing how loud she was. I stop my movements, praying that no one heard her. Once I realize the coast is clear, I go to her ear and whisper,
“You might wanna be a little quieter than that. Someone might catch us like this.”
She nods her head and I continue my movements, adding another finger. She continues her moans, more silent than before. Fuck, this is incredible. She’s so tight and wet. And her tits are really soft. I could do this forever. But she seems to have different plans. Her moans are getting louder, so I move my hand from her chest to her mouth, muffling her sounds. I then feel her tighten around my fingers as I finger her. Oh, you’re not getting it that easily. I stop my hand in its tracks and she looks at me confused.
“You know what you need to do,” I say with a grin.
She hesitates before saying,
“P-plea-”
“No. No. You’re gonna need to be a bit more assertive than that.”
She takes a moment before saying,
“F-finger...me...more.”
“Until when?” I respond,
“Until...I...I…”
“Go ahead. Say it. What do you want me to make you do?”
“...To...make...Me...cum.”
I slowly start fingering her again.
“Say it again.”
“To make...me...cum.”
I move slightly faster.
“Again.”
“To make me cum.”
“Louder.”
“Make me cum.”
“Make me fucking hear you.”
She squeezes her eyes shut before moaning,
“Make me fucking cum! Keep fucking me with your fingers! Don’t you dare fucking stop again!”
There we go. I comply with her demand, fingering her at the pace before I stopped, this time curling my fingers as a reward. She moans even louder and I instinctively plant my lips on hers to try to quiet her down. And soon after I do that, she bucks her hips as she cums all over my fingers as she moans into the kiss.
After she’s done riding out her orgasm, I pull away from the kiss. We then take a moment to look at each other, slightly out of breath. After a minute, I break the silence and say,
“Well, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
She doesn’t say anything. She just blushes. Please don’t tell me we’re back at square one.
“No,” she says in her soft tone, “I guess...it wasn’t.”
Ok...Better?
“Close enough, I guess,” I respond.
Another moment goes by of us staring each other in the eye. Jeez, how can anyone this cute get so much shit just for teaching? This time she’s the one who breaks the silence, saying,
“We should...uh...probably get back to class...I still need to...take roll.”
Oh, right.
“Yeah,” I reply, “Yeah, we probably should.”
I pull my fingers out of her, causing her to let out a small moan. I then pull her up from the chair before taking my fingers that are covered in her fluids and bringing them to her lips. She looks at them for a moment before hesitantly bringing her tongue to them, gently licking her cum. Her licks soon turn into her wrapping her mouth around my fingers, sucking them clean.
“Good girl,” I say, stroking her hair with my other hand, “Now, let’s show that room full of dumbasses how assertive you are.”
She nods her head and we walk out of the room before I lean in her ear and say,
“Maybe if you do a good job, you’ll get a reward after school’s over.”
Her face turns to a deeper shade of red before she turns away from me.
“O-ok,” she responds in the most docile tone that I’ve ever heard.
Funny how that little squeak is gonna turn into a ferocious roar in a moment.