[F4F] The Teacher's Naughty Girl (PART3) [WRITTEN]

You didn't tell anyone of the events that occured that day after History class. The way she tormented you with just words; the way she made you submit so easily. It's been gnawing away at you ever since - no matter how much you teased and pleasured yourself, the pleasure you felt that day has been unmatched. She made sure that you’d never forget her name; Miss Turner.

Your class had been allocated a day trip to the local Museum, and your professor was leading it with one other from the History department. You were nervously picking at your fingernails, your leg restlessly tapping against the floor of the car as you made your way to the museum. You couldn’t wait to see her. It was like an insatiable obsession had overcome you - but you never acted on it. Every class you had with her since; her gaze fell on you like a predator. But you never fell asleep during her classes after that day; perhaps that’s what you needed to do - perhaps she was just waiting for you to misbehave before she struck.

The car came to a stop outside the museum; the buildings design beautiful and laced with marble roses and figures. The concrete steps that led up to the main doors were worn, and you could already see your class group forming around one of the banner posts. You inhaled deeply, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you made your way up the steps.

There she was, dressed more eloquently than usual as she sported a navy 3 piece suit; her waistcoat snug around her figure as her double breasted blazer hung open. She was laughing as she spoke to her colleague; Mr Fritzen, and it pissed you off. You made it to the group, and her gaze fell on you, a slight smile on her lips before she continued her conversation. She knew that you were longing for her gaze, her attention. She knew that she had you wrapped around her finger, and it was annoying you how carelessly she was brushing you off. You decided to test her intentions, and you walked over to Mr Fritzen.

“Good Afternoon Sir,” you smiled politely at him, interrupting their conversation. “Ah! So glad you could make it,” he beamed back, nodding in respect. The professor looked at you, her eyes dark as her figure towered over yours. You ignored her.

“I’m excited to see what’s in store today, Mr Fritzen. You’ve always been my favourite teacher, I was a little sad that I got put in Miss Turner’s class.” You pouted, avoiding looking at your professor as Mr Fritzen laughed awkwardly at the praise, a blush on his cheeks.

“Is that so?” Miss Turner suddenly interjected, and your eyes widened at her hostile response. She had her arms folded, an eyebrow raised as she stood there clearly unimpressed - but all you saw on her face was a cocky grin.

“you’re a good teacher too, Miss, but Mr Fritzen happens to be my favourite.” You smile, and purposely put your hand on Mr Fritzen’s arm before turning and walking away, swaying your hips a little more than usual.

You felt her eyes bore into the back of your head, and it made you smile. You guess she did care about you, in one way or another.

The trip started, and Miss Turner lead the first half with ease. Her voice was calm, alluring - she could be speaking about how paint dries on a wall and everyone would be hooked. You noticed one thing throughout the first half of the day, though. She didn’t look at you once. You bit your lip, wondering if you’d annoyed her to the point where she’s simply gotten tired of you.

Lunch passed, and it was Mr Fritzen’s turn to lead. One of the exhibits in the museum was a dark maze of what you might find in the Egyptian pyramids. You found yourself gazing up at the reflective lights on the wall, hearing the sounds of hammers slamming away onto the bricks of the pyramid. It was an immersive exhibit; and it might’ve been your favourite one yet.

Suddenly, you felt a grip on your arm, and you were dragged out of the dark maze through a door and into a Staff cleaning closet. “what-!” You go to yell, and you find yourself pinned against a wall; Miss Turner’s eyes boring down into yours as she spreads your legs with her knee, her slender fingers reaching between your legs and pressing down against your slit over your clothes.

“Such a brat,” She whispers huskily, her other hand now tilting your chin up before she smashes her lips against yours. Your eyes widen at the contact - you open your mouth to object but she takes that opportunity to slip her soft, warm tongue into your mouth. She grabs your cheek in her hand, her tongue caressing yours as she groans - her other hand palming your sensitive heat between your legs.

“W-wait!” You whisper breathlessly, and she pulls away from the kiss, her forehead against yours as she unbuttons her waistcoat.

“What is it?” she asks nonchalantly; as if what you’re both doing is completely normal - your foot accidentally smacks a bucket next to you, and a series of cleaning items fall off the shelf. She catches the broom without even looking, placing it against the door before her hands dart back between your legs; hurrying to pull down your underwear under your skirt.

“Miss- I.. what?” You can’t even form a sentence; your heart is racing - your lips stinging from her rough claim of your mouth. She looks down at you with her dark, large eyes - a small smirk on her lips.

“You played with fire, little brat,” she whispers against your neck, and you squirm against her tall body as your back is planted firmly against the wall. Your underwear slides down your legs, and your eyes widen - your mouth opening to protest before a slender finger of hers dips straight into your already soaking core.

Your head throws back against the wall, a moan moments away from escaping your lips but her large palm is already concealing your mouth - her eyes locked on yours.

“Nu-uh,” she coos softly, her hair slightly dishevelled as she looked down at you. A soft laugh fell from her mouth, biting her lip as she slowly pumped her finger in and out of your dripping, aching core.

“Oh, you’re so wet, so warm.. you’ve been waiting for this - haven’t you? My greedy little insatiable girl,” she whispers against your neck, her teeth biting down into the sensitive flesh with a soft growl. You moan against her hand, your legs trembling as she curls her finger up and into your G spot.

“Shhh,” she whispers, pulling away to look at you as her hand remains over your mouth.

“You don’t want anyone to hear how much you’re enjoying being ravaged by your teacher, do you?” She smiles sadistically, and you wrap your arms around her neck; pulling her down for a much needed kiss.

She happily accepts, her body pressing into yours as her tongue dances with yours. You were confused; it’s like watching you give someone else attention has ignited a fire within her to claim you. To dominate you.

Another finger slips in, and you cry out into the kiss; her tongue plunging deeper into your mouth to conceal your moans.

“Good girl, take it for me,” she whispers huskily, her forehead against yours as you weakly grab onto her blazer, your legs barely keeping yourself up.

“Ah, fuck-“ she hisses, gazing down into your eyes.

“That helpless look on your face, just seeing how desperate you are for me.. it makes me want to let you cum.” She groans, before reluctantly pulling her fingers from your core; her eyes glistening in the dim light as she looks at your juices coating her digits. She places her fingers in her mouth slowly, her eyes on yours as she licks them up and down; savouring your wetness.

“Oh, Christ.” She curses, moaning at the taste of you.

“Miss.. why?” Is all you managed to say, looking up at her as you feel your arousal begin to drip down your thighs.

“You’re mine.” She simply says, reaching into her blazer before pulling out a small, pink vibrating egg. You look down at it in her hand, your mind hazy as you wonder what on earth she was doing with that in her pocket to begin with.

She brings you back to reality by placing a thumb on your cheek, her head leaning down as she softly brushed her lips against yours. You could inhale her perfume, the scent of her skin. Her lips were plump, warm. You almost whimper as you lean up on your tip toes; trying to kiss her, trying to feel more of her.

She smiles at you, bringing the egg up to your lips. “Open, little girl.” She hums, the soft, cool material against your lips. You blush, her gaze was predatory and lust stricken. You open your lips willingly, and she smiles in satisfaction; placing the egg in your mouth.

“Suck.” She demands, her voice low and commanding as her knee pressed against your core between your legs. Your body quivers against the wall; your eyes fluttering close as you suck on pink little egg, your tongue darting out to lick it; which in turn causes her to groan under her breath.

“You are a naughty girl, aren’t you?” She purrs, and you can hear footsteps outside the door. Your heart races; you go to pull up your underwear but she grabs your wrist and pins it above your head.

“Not yet,” she whispers, pulling the egg from your lips and reaching down to slowly push it inside of you; her mouth concealing yours as she kisses you passionately to suppress your moans. “good girl, good girl,” she praises, kneeling before you as she pulls your panties up; running a hand through her hair as she regains composure. She tilts your chin up with her fingers one more, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“I believe the next exhibit lecture is about to start.” She smiles, checking her watch before opening the door to the closet; allowing you to walk out first.

Your mind was racing; you could feel this small egg massage your walls with every step and it made you whine under your breath. She walked with you to catch up with the rest of the class; and you couldn’t help but gaze up at her. She was so attractive; her aura was dominant and collected as her gold earrings dangled from her earlobes in the dim light. Her eyes met yours, and before you got to the rest of the group she tugged you by waist toward her.

“Be a good girl and pay good attention to this lecture, and you’ll be rewarded.” She whispers, before walking to the podium alongside Mr Fritzen, with the class gathered in a small circle to hear about what looked like the Mayans and their History.