A Teacher's need for attention part: 3

Part 1 Here: http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2020546-A-Teachers-need-for-attent...
Part 2 Here: http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2040701-A-Teachers-need-for-attent...
(incase you haven't read that first.)

Class had now started, all the students had sat in their seats while the teacher composes her self in a professional manner.

Getting out of her chair, the Teacher adjusts her dress and stands to then direct the class on what they are learning next out
of their text books. Her erect nipples creating small bumps in her top due to the previous action of rubbing her self on a student's
desk as she fantasized about the doing naughty things for the students pleasure. Her body still horny and willing to do more as
her legs leak droplets onto the floor, none of the students noticed due to them being instructed to do school work.
Knowing none of the students would be focused on her, she wondered around the class, heading around the back to then circle
past 'his' desk, the source of her arousal. Walking slowly behind him, she could feel her ass rub against her skirt with each step,
her gaze peaking behind his 'sexy' head to see if he was drawing, he was, and he was using that pencil, THAT pencil! With that she
restrained the sudden burst of pleasure that spiked her body.

Suddenly the pleasure stopped with a sound of a pencil hitting the floor, it was his pencil, it rolled slightly towards the front of the class.
"Could you get that Miss?" His voice stopped her in her tracks, his words echo'd as she couldn't help but feel compelled to obey his request. She walks forward, just past his desk as she proceeds to lead forward, bending over to pick up the pencil.
Knowing that he must have set this up, feeling his blissful eyes stare at her pantyless ass, while it is defined through her skirt. Blushing
heavily as she obeyed his request, and on top of that, he was viewing her ass, she smiles as she gives her behind a small wiggle as she then proceeds to straighten up and turn around. Handing the pencil to him with a cute school girl grin on her face " N-no trouble...my pleasure". Grabbing the pencil back from the teacher, he places the end of the pencil in his mouth as he thinks about what to add to the
drawing. This act alone sparked a surge of pleasure through the teacher, so much so that she rushed back to her desk to hide the gush
of liquid that splooshed out of her, her thoughts jumbled with ideas about that student.

"He Knows He Knows he knows he knows heknowsheknows HE KNOWS!" She couldn't help but stare at him, her hands hidden behind the desk as she can't help but rub her self to her theory. All these thoughts rush through her head "Does he know that I know? Did he plan this from the start? Would he make me do these things if he could... Would I do those things if he told me? I wonder if he likes my taste... What do I taste like?" Her playful hand then reached up, covered in her sticky mess, reached up towards her mouth as she suckled upon her warm fingers. She could smell her lust, and now she knew, she knew what she tasted like, was a very salty mature taste.

The Bell rang.

Snapping her hand out of her mouth as the students lift their heads away from their desks. The students oblivious to just what the
teacher had been doing the whole time. The teacher, composed as the students made their way out of the class, not to stand up as to risk them seeming what mess she may have made to her skirt.

All the students leave but one, the boy up the back by the window that did nothing but draw. Not sure what to say, the teacher remained in her seat as the boy finishes off his drawing. "Class is over you know, you may leave now..." The teacher commanded, hoping to get a look at the student's perverted, erotic drawing he had done of her this time.

"You're not the boss of me" announced the student. "Let's get that straight, I do as I please" He glared at the teacher, her tone suddenly shimmered into a submissive whimper as she couldn't help but stare back into his glowing orange eyes... She couldn't help but smile and drool a bit as she mindlessly said "Yes...you do as you... please". He gives off a nice smirk before putting the drawing into his desk to then leave the classroom.

The very second he leaves the room, she waddles over to his desk, a huge stain in the backside of her skirt, shaping her bum even further then the lack of panties. Opening the desk, she noticed two things, firstly, the drawing was that of her and the student... having sex in what looked like a toilet stall. She paused, heart racing as she couldn't hold it back... he bladder and any other liquid exploded onto the floor, her legs quiver as the warmth and pleasure spill onto the ground, erupting in a orgasmic moan as she throttles the desk to balance her self. Panting and moaning as she takes the drawing with her to her car and put it with the rest of her collection.

But before she could do that, she got into her car and saw the other thing that was missing... the panties she had left in his desk... her lacy purple panties (still stained with her juices ) across the front of the windscreen.. but with one difference.

They had the word "SLAVE" written across the rim of them.

There was a pause.

Before.
She swiftly grabbed them off the window, drove home with panties firmly clutched in hand.
Getting home, and the very second the house door closes behind her, she strips down like her clothes were on fire.
Until she is wearing nothing but the "Slave" panties, pouncing onto the bed like a bitch in heat, she mounts the nearest
pillow, humping and humping till both ends of the pillow are soaking in her heat juices.
Collapsing to her side, she wonders through the panting.
"I'm his teacher.... and he is my student.... and I want to do such things to him..."
"I am the slave huh... so he must be the Master... and he makes me feel sooooo... attractive and horny ~"
She says as she smiles and stares at the collection of his drawings she has posted on her wall.
Drifting off to sleep as she dreams about what will happen next.