Possesive teacher x Student (Babydoll3x and anonymouse)

Krissy was 18 and a Junior in high school. She was pretty involved in school, she was in the yearbook club, volunteered on the weekends, and had a decent amount of friends. What she didn't have, however, was a boyfriend. No she had no time to date silly high school boys her own age, she already belonged to someone else- completely.

Krissy walked down the hall with two of her girl friends off to their last period of the day. She was almost oblivious to all her classmates staring at her because she was used to it by now. She was a natural beauty, her long auburn hair was straightened and reached the middle of her back. She had bright, friendly green eyes. She was well developed as well and had an average build and height. She was very modest however, making her likable amongst her friends.

Krissy was excited for last period because she had a plan. She walked into the classroom and made sure to select a seat in the back corner of class. Her friends sat in front of her. They all chatted and waited for their teacher to start class. Krissy was growing very impatient as she made eyes contact with the man standing in front of the class, smirking.

Victor, or, as he was known as to his students, Mr. Nokavitch stood up at the chalkboard writing down the various lecture points for his next, and thankfully last, class. With his 6'5" frame the math teacher easily utilized the top of the board. Leaving enough room to do practice equations, he dropped the chalk into the tray and dusted the white dust from his finger tips.

Walking back to his desk his dark brown eyes darted to look at the clock, counting down the minutes of near free time he had left; already the brats were trickling in. He ran as muscled hand down the back of the short dark chocolate brown hair at the back of his head, thinking how he got to this point; until a year ago, teaching was just a means to an end, making enough money to pay of some debts before he could move on to bigger better things. That changed when he found her, until he found what was his.

The inane chatter from his student finally got too much and broke him from his thoughts. His eyes swiftly drifted down to his wrist watch and then did a scan of the faces in the room. The bell was about to ring and she still wasn't here yet. No. She walked in with a few of her companions. Perhaps he'll have to...speak to her about her tardiness after class. No matter, he turned his attention back to the papers in front of him, going over them like a script.

He stood and addressed the class, "Good afternoon class, please pass forward your homework to the front of the class." He made eye contact with her. She was smirking, definitely up to something.

Krissy smiled, his voice made her melt. She was already distracted, she preferred to have him order her around to do other things besides pass up her homework. She reached down into her bag and fumbled for her paper. She hadn't finished it. Normally she was a great student but she may have been a little side tracked after class yesterday and completely forgot it was even assigned, it was all his fault, in reality. She bit her lip, worried, but she knew there were other ways to get A's in this class. She passed her paper up anyways, she would "speak" with Mr. Nokavitch after class about it. Maybe he could forgive her just this once.

After all the commotion of passing up papers was done, Krissy sat back in her seat, angling herself toward Victor. She looked around the class, making sure no one would see her. She hiked up her skirt and spread her legs slightly, allowing her teacher to get a glimpse of her red panties. She smiled, staring intently down at her notebook, taking notes like nothing out of the ordinary was going on.

Victor went along each row, taking a stack from each of the desks in the front row starting from the row closest to the door. He didn't make eye contact with the student possessing the stack themselves but person next to give him the papers, making them squirm, either from intimidation or fear. He was known as a hard ass teacher who didn't take no tom foolery amongst the students, and he liked it that way. Having collected all the stacks, he quickly looked back at her, his Krissy; she seemed to be already and comfortable to take notes right away, what a good submissive little thing.

He walked with sweeping strides back to his desk, putting the stack of papers into a manilla folder. Taking mere foot steps he stood in front of board, hand out reaching behind him to grab a piece of chalk; out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of red. "Today we'll," he saw what the red was, Krissy's panties were showing; he thought nothing of it, she normally did this to show him that she wore what he asked her to," be covering polynomials. Before I begin, any questions."

Krissy absolutely hated math. She cringed. Polynomials did not sound fun. That's how this whole arrangement started with him, though. Krissy was always staying after class to ask some questions referring to his lecture, asking him to clear up a few things and explain others a little more. At some point, the relationship began to warp into something much, much different. She's still a little unsure how it all happened exactly. But it did.

She smiled internally at how he tried to intimidate all the other students. They had no idea how extremely intimidating he really could be. She paid attention to what he was saying, for the most part. It had become increasingly hard to concentrate in his class, all she wanted to do was stare at him instead. But she also did not want to disappoint him. She jotted down a few notes as she allowed him to ramble about numbers for the first half of the period. She was getting very impatient as she stared at the hands on the clock moving painfully slow through the 45 minute period. Her free hand slipped under her desk. She hiked up her skirt a little further and began to tease herself through her panties, using one finger to trace lightly down her slit. She quickly looked up at him, seeing if he was watching her, but then her eyes returned to her paper as she continued to take notes with her other hand.

Victor mentally sneered at his student's, honestly, this wasn't such a hard question topic, for him anyway. He had to repeat himself several times in several different different way just for them to understand the basic concepts. He loathed staying after to help, well until Krissy started to; she was so ripe, so innocent, he had to have her and he did.

Speaking of his Krissy, throughout the class period he kept glancing at her every so often, even if was out of the corner of his eye. She was taking notes like a good girl, but she was doing something else that was peculiar; she kept looking at the clock. That in of itself was unusual, normally she had her attention firmly on him or on the notes. She was most definitely up to something.

As he was glancing at her from the corner of his eye he saw that she was doing something with her hand beneath her desk.

He wasn't paying enough attention her her and she was pouting. He really had her conditioned at this point in the semester to completely need him and crave him. She knew she was being selfish, now was not play time, it was learning time, and he had to give his attention to the class. She continued to stroke her slit, in a slow steady pattern, teasing herself. She shifted in her seat slightly, her body already getting uncomfortable. She cupped her four fingers against her mound, still on top of her panties, and began the rub herself in a circular motion, applying a good amount of pressure, enough for her to sigh deeply in response. She froze, squeezing her legs together quickly in case someone had heard her and looked at her. Her friend turned around to face her briefly, nodding. "So. boring." she mouthed, rolling her eyes and facing forward again.

Krissy was in the clear, her sigh was taken as a sense of boredom, rather than pleasure. But she would definitely have to be more careful now. She bit her lip, hoping it would shut her up. She began rubbing herself again, a wet spot already forming on her silky panties. Her hips thrusted forward involuntarily. She was now staring at Victor, watching his every move, observing his muscles twitch as he wrote on the board or motioned with his hands. Oh his hands... the images going through her head right now only proceeded to arouse her more.

He was at the board now, his perfectly postured back facing the students, working through possibly the most easiest equation of this sort he's ever done. Honestly, he'd already mastered that equation a whole year earlier when he was their age; idiots.

Then he heard it, faint because of the distance between them but definitely heard it; his Krissy made a sigh. He was quite knowledgeable with those sighs, having coaxed them from her in every pitch, in every length. Just remembering when he last heard it, what he was doing to her to make it happen, made his cock twitch. He cursed himself and urged himself to calm down, it wouldn't do for him to turn around and have tented pants.

He was nearly done working through the equation now, but he felt her eyes on him. He wondered briefly if she felt this way when he did the same to her, only when he did it, it was more hungrily, well at least when no one was looking; he supposed it didn't feel the same. He'll have to look at her soon, he wondered if she would have that hunger in those pretty eyes, the hunger for him that delicately conditioned to completeness.

Class would be ending soon, and she couldn't wait for her alone time with him. He was ignoring her purposefully, she could tell. Had he heard her sigh? He had heard it a thousand times before, there was no doubt he would be able to recognize it right away. She slipped her fingers inside her panties, her slit nice and wet at this point. She slipped her middle finger inside herself, wiggling it around. She almost let out a soft whimper, but played it off as a cough. The class seemed to be paying no attention to her anyways. If he were to turn around and look at her, he'd see her panties pushed to the side, her middle finger pumping in and out of her pussy. She debated playing with her clit as well, but she wasn't sure if she could contain her noises if she got herself too excited. She inserted a second fingers inside herself, swirling it around. She was breathing pretty heavily now, but her hand was also over her mouth, keeping herself quiet. She turned her head towards the wall she was sitting next to, hoping that would reduce some of the noise also.

He finished and put the chalk down on the draw, sweeping his hands together to get rid of the dust that stuck to his fingers. Some teachers just wiped it on their pants, those uncultured swine. He looked at the clock as he turned to address the class, quickly calculating with relief that it'll be over in less than ten minutes. Fully turned, his eyes drifted as if drawn to the desk in the far right corner. What he saw nearly made him growl in hunger; his pet was pet was pleasuring herself, there in front of everyone, one wrong noise from her and everyone would see what was his. Even from here he could see the suns rays glistening off of her juices that not only coated her pussy, but the fingers that were plunging in and out.

He looked at her intently, his sole focus nearly on her, his ears taking in the sounds of pencil scratches and calculator buttons. She seems to have been going on for awhile, clearly excited, her breathing heaving making her chest move deliciously. He addressed the class, his voice a little gruffer than it normally would be, "any questions before I allow you to start your homework for the night." He'll have to punish her for this of course, teasing him like this, taking the risk of showing people what was his and his alone. The thought made his member twitch slightly, as if knowing what's to come.

He finally turned to look at her and her breath caught in her throat. His eyes were full of hunger, and desire and it turned her on eve more. She wanted him now, the last minutes of class ticked by much too slowly. She hoped she wouldn't get in too much trouble for this. She saw the slight bulge in his pants twitch, and it made her smirk, whatever trouble she got in, would definitely be worth it.

Thankfully, everyone was focused on their calculators, attempting to make sense of today's lesson. The class took homework time very seriously because nobody wanted to lug their giant books home at night. As the class hurried to finish their homework, she knew she was safe from being found out. Her fingers moved faster, her eyes locked on his. She moaned silently, her mouth forming a lovely "o", but no noise was escaping from her lips. She had become a pro at keeping quiet. She was getting close, she could tell. But she was not about to cum or orgasm during class, that was much to risky. She slowed her fingers down, slowing her pace until she removed them completely. She studied them, they were dripping and covered in juices. She had no where to wipe them off so she seductively placed them between her lips, sucking them clean as she continued to watch her teacher, her owner.

Fuck her. That's what he was going to do when he got his hands on her, she knew better than to tease him like this, she knew there were going to be consequences. She was enjoying it too, he could tell that face anywhere he's seen it enough to know it by heart. Victor saw her fingers slow and come to a stop in side her, eventually withdrawing them drenched in her juices. Good girl, she could get quite...vocal during orgasms.

She put them in her mouth, sucking them clean while staring him down. Fuck. He can't stand much longer of this teasing, not only is his cock ready to spring to attention but he's ready to fulfill it's wish to pound his unruly pet into oblivion. He glanced at the clock, two minutes until the end of class. He could release the minds of America's future early and no one would suspect a thing, they would hurry eager to leave lest he change his mind of his generous decision. Lock the door, shut the blinds and he'll be free to take care of his Krissy.

He turned his back to them, picking up the eraser to erase his writing to hide the bulge in his pants from the rest of class. "Everyone gather up your belongings, you may leave. Krissy however, stay behind, I wish to talk to you after class." He continued erasing as the bumbling idiots nearly rushed to leave.

Krissy smiled quickly, but then put on the usual show for her friends. She pouted, looking annoyed at the fact that she had to stay behind. Her friend looked o her, confused. "What's up with that? You were silent the entire class period!" She questioned, unsure as to why she would get in trouble. She shrugged her shoulders, faking confusion as well. "Well I didn't do my homework, maybe he noticed the incomplete worksheet when I passed it up." She frowned. Inside she was exploding. She wished her clueless friends would just leave already so she could have her alone time. Why did they have to be so noisy. "Plus you guys know I suck at math and have been getting help, maybe he just has some advice for me or extra practice or something." She said quickly, packing up her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. She stood up, trying to hurry her friends along. "I'll see you guys later! Don't wait up, I have yearbook stuff to deal with after school anyways" She lied, shooting them a convincing smile. She was still on edge from her little play session, she was extremely sexually frustrated and couldn't hold up this act much longer. Her friends finally wished her good luck and were the last to exit the room.

She walked slowly to the front of the room. She leaned against the desk closest to her, her bottom resting on the table top. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to look innocent. "You wanted to see me, Sir?" She questioned, looking up at him with big eyes. She noticed the bulge in his pants and smiled, knowing she was responsible for it.

He listened as she spouted of excused to her friends, inwardly snarling as fineshed up at the board, organizing the chalk to stall for time. It's was none of there fucking business, they need to learn keep there noses where they belong. Victor heard her tell them not to wait up for her and smirked, yes don't wait up, he plans to keep her busy for quite sometime, until it's hard for her to stand.

When the last of the students left the room, he walked to the door, showing off the sizeable bulge in his pants. With an audible click and swish the blinds were drawn and the door locked, insuring privacy for the both of them. He turned, facing her, eyeing her up with a predatory smile, imagining the many things that he's going to do to her. Look at the innocent expression, we both knew it was fake; once upon a time before him, perhaps that were true but now she was a slave to him and his cock. "You've been very naughty Pet, teasing me like that. I think you need to be punished."

He shrugged off his outer suit jacket and moved his hands to unbuckle his belt.